Chapter X: Food For Thought
The sky does not grace Tarth's query with an answer, but the sun certainly shines brightly on Marabir's escape, and thanks to farmers in these parts keeping their barns locked when not in use, it's a full thirty minutes before any materials to repair saddles can be found, by which point the trio are long gone.
A skilled tracker might have been able to trace their path, but that is certainly none of the Caledormists here, who certainly do not have the skill to differentiate between a new hoof print today and their own from yesterday (or indeed today.)
This, combined with Aerendir's exceptional hunting skills, mean the party encounter no pursuit or Caledormists at all on their ride-- exceptional luck which Aerendir is certainly attributing to himself, not the sky. All three horses being in reasonably good condition, they are able to make good time, and the sun is only just starting to set in the sky as they near the town of Lastorn.