The blare of the sun shot rays of unnatural heat upon the traveling Northerners. None of them were quite used to such southern heat and the constant sensation of a summer sun at their backs, and while the lady's heart cried for the North she knew her liege lord's bidding was more important. Jeyne had begged them time and time again, both her beloved father and the great Lord Stark to take her to Winterfell and avoid these travels, but the men had thought it best, especially Lord Manderly, to continue forward as planned. "You can celebrate Maiden's Day at the Great Sept," he had told her with a loving smile on his round face, "and while you are there, engage the Queen and the King's Hand, and discover what you can about their movements. I believe Lord Stark is right to be suspicious." But that had nothing to do with my marriage, she thought with the smallest bit of bitterness that she knew wasn't justifiable. When Jeyne was a girl, she had always talked about visiting the Great Sept of Baelor on Maiden's Day and lighting candles and singing and making new friends. It was all she had ever wanted back then, when times were simpler and the King's peace kept most lords away from their suspicions in favor of other things, like family, repairing holdfasts, tourneys and other joyful distractions. Jeyne did not like what the world was breeding. She had expressed her concerns to her sweet Robb, who told her in return, "Don't worry, Jeyne. You'll be gone for a while, aye, but you'll be back soon and we can marry before the Heart Tree, or in the sept if you prefer, and we can put all of this behind us. We will be together again soon." And then he had kissed her, sweet and gentle and undemanding.
Oh, Robb. I hope you're right.
"My lady?" Ser Barton said, trotting up to the girl's side with a look of concern on his face. "You do not look well."
"Homesick, is all." She smiled sadly towards one of her two protectors. Ser Tristan was riding a bit ahead of the two, looking for any signs of a town or a place for a proper lady to stay the night. The two knights in her father's service had asked her to take up residence with Lord Roote of Harroway for the night, but she had politely declined. She was sent out to unearth news of Lannister movements, and she would not find that in a lord's halls. The people knew better than highborns on matters like these.
"Aye, me as well," came Ser Barton's reply. "I've missed White Harbor ever since we left."
"I'm not talking about White Harbor. I'm talking about Winterfell."
The knight smiled warmly. "Of course, Lady Manderly. You'll be back there soon enough."
"Oi!" came Ser Tristan's voice ahead. "I see Harroway! It's not far, my lady. I think there's an inn where we can sleep for the night."
"Wonderful!" Jeyne praised. "Lead us onward, then."
The town of Harroway wasn't much, that was certain. It would pale in the light of White Harbor, but then again so would most towns. She smiled at laughing children that rushed by, nodded politely at whatever works she made eye contact with, though as she proceeded down the main square Jeyne dismounted her horse and watched her knights do the same.
"Something wrong, Lady Jeyne?"
"I don't want Lord Roote to know I'm here," she said with a small chuckle. "You know how boring he is to behold. I should hate to waste my time with him, and he would summon me to the castle if he knew I was in town."
"Right," Ser Tristan agreed. "I'll take the horses to the stables. Barton will go with you to the inn." And so it was.
Oldriver Inn stood at two floors rather than one, something Jeyne found impressive enough. She entered through the front door which pulled her in to lively music, vigorous chats and plenty of drunken hedge knights and bar wenches. A somber knight sat in a corner with a red-haired girl assisting him. A lute player was singing "The Bear and the Maiden Fair" while what Jeyne assumed to be a whore climbed onto the lap of a Roote soldier, shouting "I'm a maiden and you're a bear!" before kissing him feverishly.
"My lady," whispered Barton, "are you sure you don't want to stay with Lord Roote? He would be more than happy to host you for the night, and this is not the place for a maiden to be, much less a highborn lady..."
"Hush," she chuckled, seeing no harm in ignoring what couldn't hurt her. "I have two brave knights to protect me, and these are times of peace. No one would dare harm me while the two of you are present." Jeyne picked up her skirts and sat at the last empty table, patting the seat beside her for Ser Barton to sit. He seemed to be looking at the whores rather nervously, as if they would jump out and bite him.
"Sit down," Jeyne laughed, tugging on his sleeve like a child. "They won't bite."
"Not unless you pay them to," he jested right back as he sat, though his face turned sour again. "Ahem. Sorry, my lady."
"Don't worry. I have a sense of humor too."