Turning to the coded message again, he began the same spell, with much the same results, except that the last person to write on it wasn’t the one they described to him, but a young soldier Beka identified as Corporal Caem.

“It would appear we’ve been suspecting the wrong man,” said Myrhini.

“Perhaps,” Klia replied. “Unless Danos knows what Caem is doing.” She paused and shook her head. “Are people really so sure that I’m a usurper?”

Klia sounded so weary that if they’d been alone, Thero might have been tempted to take her into his arms. As if she’d read his thoughts, she said to the others, “Keep watch outside, please. I’ll just be a moment.”

When they were alone, Klia went to the window. The ruddy light played over her face through the broken glass, giving her solemn features a mask-like appearance. “You haven’t happened to have become a truth knower, have you?”

“I’m afraid not. But I do have a spell that might work just as well. It would be best to do it here. If Danos and this Caem fellow can be brought in without attracting too much attention, so much the better.”

Klia managed a tired smile. “I’m sure clever Myrhini will think of something.”

Klia went out to give the others their orders. Thero remained behind by the window, but soon heard Myrhini’s raised voice.

“I’m not leaving you here without an armed escort. Sakor only knows how many Plenimaran cutthroats are still lurking around!”

“I doubt there are any who’d be a match for Thero,” Klia replied, and the wizard felt a little coil of warmth in his heart.

The conversation fell to murmurs and Thero resisted the urge to use magic to hear what else was said.

When Klia came back, however, she was smiling, if grimly. “Myrhini can be a little overprotective at times.”

Without giving himself time to second-guess, he said, “I’m glad she is. It’s been difficult, knowing you’re so far away and always in danger.”

Klia’s smile softened a little. “Not you, too?”

Thero’s heart was beating just a little too fast. As always, the words gathered in a lump at the base of his throat and refused to budge. “I worry,” he managed. “It’s—difficult. When I was your wizard in Aurënen, you were my responsibility.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Is that all I was to you?”

“No! Never.” And still the words he most wanted to say stayed jammed painfully just beneath the notch of his collarbones.

Klia came to him and raised a hand to his cheek, her face half in shadow. “Won’t you ever say it, Thero?”

That touch and those words made his entire body go hot and cold all at once. “You know?”

She smiled. “I’m not a fool, Thero, or blind.”

“I have no right.”