She took a seat and Oreg sat beside her. Rosem ate his dinner and didn’t speak a word until he’d sopped up the last of the stew with a piece of dried bread. Tisala knew that he’d been using the time to assess Oreg, though he’d appeared to give his full attention to the wooden bowl he held.

He set his bowl aside and folded his arms across his chest. Without looking directly at Oreg, he addressed Tisala. “He’s Hurog-bred.”

“The old lord fathered a lot of us,” said Oreg. “As did his father before him.”

“Ward was the first wizard born into that family in living memory,” continued Rosem. “Are you the second?”

Tisala frowned at him. What was he doing? She’d told him that Oreg was a mage.

Oreg smiled with boyish charm. “So they say.”

“Rosem wants to know if you can get another person out of the Asylum,” said Tisala before Rosem had time to really antagonize Oreg or vice versa. “He’s not in the same wing as Ward.”

Oreg’s smile didn’t change, so Tisala added, “Remember, without Rosem, I wouldn’t have been able to find Ward.”

The smile went out like a candle and Oreg said, “I can get another person out—if Ward agrees. But when I get Ward out, we won’t linger here. Have your man put this on.” Oreg opened his belt pouch and set a wooden bead on the table.

It was the size of a prune pit, painted with yellow and red designs and strung on a leather thong. Tisala had seen a number of barbarians—Shavigmen,she hastily corrected—wear such charms for luck while she had been at Hurog.

Rosem shook his head. “He won’t be allowed to keep it.”

“Can he hide it in his chambers, then? That’s the only way I’ll know where to get him, unless you want me to wait until you, yourself, are with him?” Oreg’s voice was unfailingly courteous.

“I’ll find a place to hide it. Don’t you want to know who we want you to get out?” Rosem’s voice was level with suspicion.

Oreg shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. If I get Ward out of the Asylum, anyone else we get out can’t worsen his position with the king.”

“Kellen,” Tisala said. “Jakoven’s younger brother.”

“I was wrong,” said Oreg after a bare instant. “Rescuing Kellen Tallven will definitely take Ward off Jakoven’s list of who is to be invited to important social events—except, of course, Ward’s own execution.”

Tisala couldn’t help a quick grin.

Not knowing Oreg or Ward, Rosem said, “So your answer is no.”