A few weeks later, Alan and I were put on watch, since we'd both been injured and couldn't use our Gifts—so we helped in the infirmary tent by fetching things and we helped out at the forge. Alan, Faithful, Courage, and I were all at the same spot standing watch, when I heard footsteps. I stiffened, and hissed, "Someone's coming." Alan and I whipped out our swords, but when we saw Duke Roger's now familiar face, we relaxed. He motioned to the two of us and said, "Squire Alan, Squire Fabie, please sit down." All three of us sat down and I said, "Excuse me, your Grace, but I'd rather you call me by my full name, Fabiethe." He nodded and then said, "Alan, Fabiethe, I can give you both much." I sighed and said, "I want my friends to live." Alan said, "If I get to live, I want all of my friends to live too." Duke Roger left and then our cats curled up and fell asleep after informing us of a fog rising. I gagged suddenly, and gasped, "Magic." Then I fainted from lack of air. Alan sneezed and was hit on the head before passing out.
When we came to, we were locked in a cabin not too far from the Tusiane camp. Alan and I sent the others to get help, and held Count Jemis—or should I say, the traitor, Jem Tanner—and his brother, Duke Hilam, back, giving the others time to escape. Alan muttered, "Are you sure your mother didn't betray your father with a warthog? You've both got a warthog's looks, plus Jem there has a warthog's manners." They glared at him and I sang, "Jem is a warthog. Jem is a warthog." Jon, Courage, Faithful, the three of whom led the rescue, Raoul, Gary, Alex, the two were with Alan and me in the cabin, and others all freed us, and took the two brothers hostage. Then we made peace—the Drell River Peace, in which Tusiane renounced all claims to the Drell River Valley and King Ain got his two brothers back.