“Well, he does now, I suspect. I played it innocent last night, and given Malthus’s reaction to my story, I don’t think he knew anything about it. His only fault was in telling Laneus what he and I spoke of. With the duke gone, we may just be able to save Malthus from Traitor’s Gate.”

“Seregil, he’s been helping to depose the rightful heir, whether he was going along with regicide or not. And the others were serious enough about it to kill you and Alec to protect their secret. Why are you still so loyal to him? I know you’ve been friends with him for a long time, but treason is treason.”

“I know. According to Laneus, though, they’re merely protecting Klia from being murdered by Reltheus and his lot. He bragged of his loyalty to Phoria and Elani.”

“Did you believe him?”

“Laneus? No. There must be more to his cabal than merely protecting Klia. Otherwise why would he try to have us killed rather than use us?”

“Indeed. If I were you, I’d get dressed, and quickly, before you have a larger escort,” Thero warned. “The sooner you appear before Korathan, the better.”

They left Wheel Street the back way, narrowly missing running into a turma of the City Regiment, who no doubt carried a demand from Korathan to attend him, or a warrant.

“Do you think they’ll arrest us on sight?” Alec asked nervously as they entered Silvermoon Street.

“I doubt it.”

Outside the gates to the palace grounds a throng of angry, shouting commoners were waving bits of cloth and various household implements over their heads.

“What’s going on?” Seregil asked a young noble watching from a safe distance across the street.

“It’s the quarantine, my lord,” the lad replied. “The sleeping death is striking people left and right now.”

Prince Korathan had issued a formal edict of quarantine after speaking with Valerius, but only on the areas where the sickness had occurred, rather than on the entire Lower City. The ends of those streets were boarded up and patrols of the City Guard joined the City Watch in patrolling the streets and rooftops once the riots began. Korathan managed to quell most of these quickly by sending in cartloads of food and ale, as reassurance that he didn’t mean to solve the problem by starving them. But the patrols and barricades remained in place.

“He’s feeding them, isn’t he?” said Alec.

“But not their families, who continue to suffer from the shortages.”

“If it was one of you, you wouldn’t leave them in that pest hole!” a woman across the street shouted, shaking a broom at the Palace. “Bad enough the high-and-mightys are starving us. Now they’re leaving our loved ones to die alone.”

“Plague don’t strike the nobles, does it?” someone yelled back.