"Well, we certainly made excellent time," Jann comments. It's dark, but there's plenty of moonlight. "Here you go -" He helps her down off the horse, and then leads her and Morganite both past the gate guards, nodding to them as they shine a torch at him to identify him.

"Sir Jann and...?"

"And Princess Emmalina of Griffinmarsh," says Jann.

"Aha," says the inquisitive guard, winking. And the gate is opened and Jann hands Morganite off to a stable boy who is up late and then:

"I can put you in a guest room, it won't be a bit of trouble."