“Who are the ‘wolves’ you wrote of?” asked Thero.

“Urghazi Turma.”

“Are they involved?”

“No! I was told to watch out for them, and you, Captain Beka, since you’d be the first to defend Commander Klia.”

“Defend me from what?” Klia asked sharply.

“I wasn’t told, Commander. Only that I should keep an eye on them, for any signs of disloyalty to the queen.”

“Bastard!” Myrhini hissed between clenched teeth.

“And who is the ‘hawk’?” asked Thero.

“The general, my lord.”

“General Moraus?”

“Yes. Same reason, to see if he is loyal to the queen.”

“Tell us everything you have reported,” ordered Thero, although he already had some idea, from what Seregil and Alec had found.

“I was to report on anything the commander did that seemed out of the ordinary, anytime she met with the other officers and the general, where she had defeats, and the like. And if I heard her say anything against the queen. Truth be told, I couldn’t figure out why they had me watching you at all.”

“Thank you for that, at least,” Klia remarked dryly. She held up the coded document. “And why did you write this lie about me?”

“Major Salana was getting impatient with my reports. She needed something to impugn your honor, but I swear by Sakor, I never saw you act dishonorably! I—I lied to keep the silver coming.”

Myrhini gripped the hilt of her dagger. “I should cut you open where you stand, you whoreson bastard!”

Klia stayed her with a look. “Is there anything else you have not told us, Corporal Caem?”

“No, Commander, on my life.”

Klia let out a humorless laugh. “That will do, Thero.”

Thero broke the spell and caught the dagger as it fell. Caem sagged with relief, but it was short-lived as Klia said, “Bind him and place him under guard. He can give evidence to the general before he’s hanged.”

The accused man shot a disbelieving look at Thero. “But you said she’d show mercy!”

“I am,” Klia growled. “Hanging’s a quick death, and more than you deserve. Take him outside, Nyal. Myrhini, bring in Captain Danos.”

The young captain, a tall, well-favored young man with a blond chin beard, betrayed no emotion except respect as he entered the room and saluted. “You sent for me, Commander?”

“Yes. Do you know why?”

“I assume it’s something to do with Caem. What has he done?”

“I’ll ask the questions for now, Captain,” Klia replied. “Lord Thero is going to gauge the truth of your answers with his magic. I expect the truth.”

Danos went to one knee, fist to his heart. “Of course, Commander! Ask me anything you like.”

“Stand,” said Thero. He set the dagger spinning, explained the consequences, and nodded to Klia.

“Are you plotting against me, Captain Danos?”

Danos went white. “No, Commander. I swear by the Flame!”

The dagger spun where it was, much to Thero’s relief.