“Nysander once told me, ‘You’ll know when you’re ready, and you’ll know them when you meet the right person.’ I understand now what he meant.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting lonely in your tower?” said Seregil.

Thero shrugged. “I suppose I am.”

They left their horses with a servant and walked with Thero into the shelter of a small cherry orchard. Delicate pink and white petals drifted down to settle on their hair and shoulders as they sat on the soft grass under the trees.

“Any word from Klia?” Seregil asked quietly.

“She has Beka and Nyal spying for her, but so far they haven’t caught Danos sending any messages, or doing anything else suspicious.”

“Give her time. He’s sure to slip up sooner or later, unless he’s more of a nightrunner than I give him credit for.”

“He must have some skill, to go unnoticed for so long.”

“Apparently,” said Thero. “Now, I assume you’re here to report about your day out with the princess?”

Seregil grinned. “You heard about that?”

“You two are becoming the talk of the Noble Quarter. Especially you, Alec. I never expected you to be taken into the royal circle. No doubt it will prove useful. If nothing else, you can keep an eye on those around her. Anything new on Reltheus?”

Seregil related the conversation he’d overheard, including Stenmir’s potentially treasonous comment regarding the queen and what appeared to be talk of a failed assassination against Klia.

“That does sound serious,” Thero said when he was done, looking curiously unsurprised by the news.

“Did you know that someone tried to kill her?” asked Alec.

The wizard hesitated, then nodded. “Korathan doesn’t want word of it getting out.”

“But to us?”

“He and Klia both assume it was the work of the Plenimarans. I did, too, until this news.”

“Maybe it would be just as well that they keep thinking that for the moment,” said Seregil. “If Korathan arrests those we know of now, there could be others who escape. We don’t know the full extent of either cabal just yet. I assume that Klia is taking precautions against another attempt on her life?”

“Yes.”

“Very well. Let us do our work.”

“What about this mysterious document that Reltheus and the others were talking about? What could it be, and who has it?”

“That we should be able to answer soon,” Alec replied. “When we got to the Stag last night, there was a job waiting for us.”

“To find the letter, I presume? Where?”

“With Malthus, I’m afraid.”

“This grows more serious by the day. Alec, how close are you to Elani?”

“Close?” Alec shrugged. “She’s just friendly and likes to shoot with me. And gamble with Seregil.”

“All the same, you’re in a better position to look out for her.”