Tristran nodded in affirmation. “And we didn’t even come down the Kingsroad. We traveled by ship, and as far south as the Sea of Dorne the storms delayed us.”
He paused for a moment, and continued with a hint of a smile. “But, truth be told, I’m a little relieved that we arrived late. I’m sure I’ll soon be just as restless as the rest of the visitors to court, but for now I’m glad of a few quiet days to get my bearings.”
It didn’t occur to Tristran until the words were out of his mouth that he might be straying too close to the subject of the plague with his restless comment. Though he was as curious as anyone about the issue, he didn’t really want to be the one to bring it up. The man in front of him, whoever he was, was probably sick unto death of thinking about and discussing it.