Stala’s voice softened. “He’ll be fine, lass. Our Oreg is trailing them. He won’t let them do anything to Ward—gods help them if they try. Oreg doesn’t have Ward’s fine political sensibilities. Tosten’s gone for Duraugh—and that man is as sly a politician as ever was bred from this family. If Duraugh can’t get him out by negotiation, Oreg can get him out with power. Ward’s safe enough. Don’t fret. We just need to decide how to keep you safe.”

Keep her safe? Would Ward have gone with them if he hadn’t had to worry about her? Tisala shook her head firmly. “I came here because I was hurt and needed a place to hide while I healed. I can keep myself safe. Give me some food and I’ll be fine. You don’t have to do anything more for me—but”—she leaned forward—“maybe I can do something for you.”

“Oh?” Stala pulled a chair up and sat close enough for soft conversation. “What can you do for us?”

“Much of my work these past years for Alizon has been with people not in favor with Jakoven, such people who have a tendency to end up in the Asylum.” There, that was as fine a line between lie and truth as she’d ever trod. “As a result, I know a lot about the Asylum and how it operates. If politics don’t work, and someone has to break in to get him out—I can help.”

If the Hurogs were more loyal to the royal house than Tisala believed, she might just have signed away everything she’d worked for. The Hurog family had strong ties with tradition, and tradition had them supporting the king no matter how he treated them. Tisala was betting that Stala and Ward’s uncle loved Ward more than they loved tradition.

“Most of the people imprisoned there are people of little consequence or power,” commented Stala. “At least now.”

Tisala forced a smile. “Most of the people who support Alizon are people of little consequence. But there are a growing number of them.”

Stala let out a breath. “Right. I won’t stop you leaving as soon as you wish, but waiting for Duraugh might be better. He knows when a mouse sneezes in Estian; he’ll know how to use your information.”

“When is he coming?”

“Tosten set out to find him as soon as Ward left. Perhaps as little as four days.”

Surely Ward could survive a short time in the Asylum. It would take days of travel before he was actually in Estian. She knew a man who’d lived there for years.

Tisala stretched her stiff neck. “I’ll wait for Lord Duraugh.”