"I was h-- Wait, 'your majesty'? Someone's given you some bad information for sure." But Alistair still pushed toward the voice, toward Hawke, arm held up to shield his face from the blowing snow. "Here, it's too damned easy to get turned around in all this. If nothing else, I can make a good windbreak."

Aha, there she was. He'd just seen a shadow before, but now he recognised her, bow, dead deer, and all. "And look at that. You've got lunch. Just don't ask me to cook it."