"We are sent to know your mission in the hills," said one, stepping slightly in advance of his companions.
"From whom do you come?" inquired Ellerey.
"From a friend, if we make no mistake, one whom you are sent to seek near the Drekner pass. Are you from Queen Elena?"
"I am the bearer of a message to Vasilici."
"You are welcome, then. We will bring you to him."
"Is he far from here?"
The man turned and pointed up the pass: "An hour's journey."
"We will come. The message I carry will need prompt action, for across the plain there are troops watching the road to Sturatzberg."
"There are more ways than one to the capital, and many men in those troops perchance who will welcome the sight of us."
"I do not doubt it," Ellerey answered. "Is the way passable for horses?
We shall not want to return here."