Owain was holding court at Lockspate House, rather than the capital, which was several day’s hard riding from the battlefield, and he had refused to use the fortress.
The road to Lockspate was barely ten miles, and it took her just over an hour and three-quarters to ride there.
The moment she arrived, Beatrix was accepted into the house and moved to a comfortable drawing room to await her cousin. He wouldn’t be long, she was told.
She didn’t have long. Was that a good or bad thing?