He wanted to ask her if she understood what this task she’d given him meant to his estate and to his wife and son. The king would know who took the boy away as soon as he noticed that Garranon was gone as well. But it wouldn’t matter to her, and his wife would not thank him if he left this child at risk because Garranon was afraid for her and for Buril, his home.

The boy didn’t awaken when Garranon picked him up and carried him back through the rooms that had once been his.

Garranon traveled the servant corridors. When he passed a few maids, they curtsied to him and averted their eyes from the boy. Garranon had removed a number of children from the play of the higher nobles, and the servants wouldn’t go out of their way to report him until they learned whose bed he’d removed this one from.

A stable boy brought his horse without comment, its saddlebags already filled for the journey to Oranstone he’d planned on making tomorrow. When he asked, they brought a second horse for the boy when he awoke.

The stable master held the sleeping boy until Garranon was mounted, then handed him up.

“Poor little tyke,” said the master. “He’ll be lucky if they haven’t drugged him to his death, as fast as he’s sleeping.”

Garranon nodded; it wasn’t necessary that the stable master know that it was magic, not narcotics, that kept the boy quiet. Although his own mare was well used to the company of the Tamerlain, the second mount snorted and sidled when he was led up for Garranon to take the reins.

The stable master frowned. “I’ll ride with ye for a bit, if ye need a spare hand. I have an aunt in the south who could take a turn for the worse at any moment.”

Garranon settled his burden in front of him and organized his hands until he could control both horses, then shook his head. “Best if you are not caught up in this any further. I’m not sure I’ll survive this one with my head on my shoulders.”

“Jade Eyes,” said the stable master firmly. “He’s evil, he is. Don’t see what the king sees in him.”

Garranon gave him a faint smile and walked his horses out of the stable. The guards at the entry towers opened the gates without challenging him—as they had on other such occasions. Garranon nodded at them and hoped no one would suffer for the ease of his departure. The Tamerlain kept her distance and didn’t speak until they were out of the city.