After she’d knocked on the door to let the guard know she was finished he said softly, “I liked Ward.”

“Me, too,” she whispered back. And then the guard drew the bar and opened the door.

“Took you long enough,” he said shortly.

He wasn’t supposed to talk to her so she just bowed her head and nodded. It took her five trips to the straw room to cover the entire floor of Kellen’s cell with a thick layer of straw. She finished and without a look at the still man on his bench she shut the door and bolted it behind her.

TISALASTOPPED AT A PUBLIC BATHHOUSE TO STRIPaway the odor of the Asylum before her meeting with Oreg. It was just full dark when she got to the designated tavern, about the time she’d told him to expect; but from the empty mugs in front of him, Oreg had been there for quite some time.

He took one look at her face and turned away to gulp down the contents of a mug.

“I’m going back tomorrow,” she murmured. “I can get into the mage’s wing then. I’ll find him.”

“It’s bad,” he said, almost to himself. “He’s hurting.”

Tisala felt herself pale. She knew some of the things that went on in the Asylum—but usually they picked their victims carefully from those whose relatives wouldn’t care. She’d assumed that Ward, with Lord Duraugh and Beckram awaiting audience with the king, would be safe enough—even with Jade Eye’s attention.

“We’ll get him out, Oreg. I promise.”

He gave her a look and his eyes were far, far older than his face. “You are in no position to promise anything. And I am too old to believe in promises. We will do our best and only the gods know if our best will be enough. Come, Lord Duraugh will be expecting us.”

“Us?”

He nodded. “The king is going to make us wait while his ‘healers’ examine Ward more closely. Lord Duraugh decided to rent a house rather than stay in the allotted rooms in the Residence, since it was made clear that there wasn’t enough room for Duraugh’s men. We’ve managed to shed the king’s guards and spies. As long as we’re careful getting in and out of the house, you should be able to stay there. Lord Duraugh wants to keep on top of this.”

She’d been staying at Rosem’s, but Duraugh’s would significantly reduce the risk to Rosem. If someone looked too hard at Rosem, they might realize that the meek man who’d worked at the Asylum for the past decade was Prince Kellen’s man, his body servant and guard.