He was just as thirsty, but built for more hardship. He might have been baking in his armor, but he baked in a forge as well. But more than once, he was tempted to begin tearing off armor and discarding it on the road side. He had the notion he would have to give it up eventually. But he figured these first few days would be the most dangerous. Once they had more distance, he could discard it. He hoped, at least.

"Maybe," he answered vaguely. "I don't know. Everyone in our court will know it's where we're heading. Who's to say the Unseelie won't find out as well?"