“I apologize,” said Haverness. “I had only Alizon’s tale to go by; I hadn’t realized you knew the man. I wouldn’t have spoken lightly of it if I’d thought it was anything more than an illusion like the dragon.”

“Oh, the dragon’s quite real, Father,” said Tisala without looking at Oreg. “Just like the Bane.”

“Have you seen it?” asked Haverness. “Can any of you doubt that if Jakoven decided to fabricate an ancient artifact, Farsonsbane would be the perfect one? It would inspire fear and awe.”

“The Bane is real,” I said. “Ihave seen it and felt its power. And only an idiot would try to re-create the Bane’s semblance just to impress people. Too many people would refuse to serve a man who wielded it unless they were convinced of its power and terrified of it.”

“And are you going to produce a dragon to convince the men here of that?” asked Haverness impatiently.

“If necessary . . .” began Duraugh as a guard opened the doors to the hall, letting in light, fresh air, and a bedraggled woman with a toddler on her hip. She entered attended by a handful of lightly armored guardsmen who appeared no less tattered than she.

Garranon lost his casual pose and strode rapidly across the floor toward the lady, who stood hesitantly as her eyes adjusted to the dim indoor light.

“Allysaian of Buril,” the guardsman announced at the same time that Garranon exclaimed, “Lys.”

I compared the image I held of Garranon’s wife with the woman whose pale and plain face was tight with strain. I didn’t recognize Garranon’s wife, but I had only met her twice, and both times there had been other things taking my attention.

“Garranon,” she said with such utter relief in her voice that I knew whatever had brought her here had been very, very bad. Something, I was afraid, that had to do with Farsonsbane and the residue of its magic, which I could still taste in the air.

Garranon walked soberly to her side and she collapsed into his arms.

The expressions on the faces of her guardsmen showed no less relief than his wife’s had. Remarkable trust, I thought, for a man who was able to spend so little time at his estates.

Haverness moved as if to get up, but stopped abruptly. “Best wait,” he said. “We’ll get little information before she calms down. I hope she didn’t run afoul of bandits after leaving Buril. I thought we were rid of most of them along the road between here and Garranon’s estate.”

Garranon stiffened at whatever tale the armsman was telling him in quiet tones that didn’t carry over Tosten’s quiet music.

Garranon bent down and said something to his wife and took the sleeping child from her arms. She nodded and stepped back, wiping her eyes. She took his arm formally and they headed toward us.