Garranon thought of his most terrible secret and shuddered. “Did I tell him anything—is that why Callis fell?”

“He didn’t ask for information from you,” she said. “You told him nothing because he asked nothing of you. The concept of using children as messengers never occurred to the Tallvenish. Oranstone simply never had a chance against the armies Jakoven’s father brought against it.”

Garranon nodded and went through the passageway that led to his former rooms. The boy slept on top of the covers, his face peaceful.

“What will you do?” asked the Tamerlain.

“How long was I in thrall to Jakoven?” Garranon asked.

“Four years,” she said. “Almost five.”

He deliberately stared at the boy, because the answers to the next questions mattered greatly to him, and he didn’t want her to know how much.

“You heard what the king wants him for?” she asked. “Jakoven has found Farsonsbane and, in this child’s Hurog blood, he has found the key to using it.”

“Farsonsbane?” Garranon stared at her a moment. “I suppose my part in your game is to rescue the boy and take him to his brethren. Tell me, what about this spell of Jakoven’s?”

There was a pause before the Tamerlain answered. “I can break it.”

“You could have freed me?”

She didn’t answer.

He turned on his heels to look at her. “Do you think that I have survived this long in court not to realize when I’ve been manipulated?” he asked bitterly, her betrayal worse than the knowledge that he’d been the king’s puppet everyone had always thought him. For nineteen years she had been his only friend, his only confidant. “How kind of you to show me, after all these years, that the king held me in thrall. I assume you will break the king’s spell so I don’t have to drag this child kicking and screaming all the way to Hurog?”

The Tamerlain stepped back. “It would be better to wait until you’re on the trail. He won’t be safe in Estian, and given a chance, he’d try and run. He’ll sleep until I break the sleep spell the king laid on him as well.” She hesitated. “I would have taken the magic off you, but Jakoven would have noticed. It would not have helped you, and Aethervon is limited in how much he can do that is contrary to the king’s wishes.”

It might have been the truth. Garranon shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now. We have no time for this if I’m to get him out of the castle before everyone is awake.”