"Royce sighed. The sigh was new. "You don't know this woman. This isn't your problem." "I know that." "So why are you helping her?" "Because that's what people do. They help each other. If you saw a man lying in the road with an arrow in him, you'd stop, wouldn't you?" "Of course," Royce replied, "anyone would. A wounded man is easy pickings, unless you could see from your saddle that someone else has already taken his purse." "What? No! No one would rob a wounded man and leave him to die." Royce nodded. "Well, no. You're right. If he has a purse and you take it, it's best to slit his throat afterward. Too many people live through arrow wounds, and you don't want the bugger recovering and coming after you." The old woman looked at Royce aghast. Now it was Hadrian's turn to sigh. "Don't mind him; he was raised by wolves."