Oblique showed Estie a perplexed frown. It seemed sincere. The sorceress may have wanted to ask, What do you fear? If so, she kept the question to herself. Instead, she nodded her assent.

“Of course, Queen. We have in mind a private suite with a number of connecting rooms. If they do not suit you, we will make arrangements more to your liking.” Then she added, “You have not brought a maid or other servants. Our people will care for you.”

Controlling herself, Estie accepted with a less formal bow. A nod to Crayn gave him her consent. While he and his men stepped down from their saddles, she looked to Magister Oblique again.

“One question I must ask at once, Magister. I fear a new enemy from the north. Has King Bifalt been warned?”

Oblique did not hesitate. “He has, Queen. The most holy devotee of Spirit Lylin has shared her tidings and your own. Magister Avail spoke to him at once. The news of Magister Facile’s death has grieved us deeply. Nevertheless we trust that Belleger’s King will contrive to meet this new threat.”

To cover her relief, Queen Estie watched the Commander and his guardsmen gather to accompany her. Despite Lylin’s assurance, Estie had not been confident that the library’s Magisters would keep the devotee’s promise. They had treated Prince Bifalt badly.

When her men were ready, the Queen asked Oblique a more challenging question. “My questions are urgent, as you say, Magister. When will I be allowed to speak with the librarian?”

The woman’s smile seemed kindly. “You must be weary, Queen. Your journey has troubled you. And your prompt arrival suggests that you have not paused for a meal. You must be hungry as well.

“Magister Marrow and the custodians of the Repository are eager to speak with you. However, they are concerned for your well-being. As I am,” she admitted. “If you will allow me to escort you to your quarters, you and your men can dine and rest until this evening. The librarian will meet with you then.” The sorceress made a diffident gesture. “You may have a considerable audience, if that will not cause you discomfort.”

A considerable audience— Under other circumstances, Estie might have felt a twinge of anxiety. However, she was still dealing with the effects of Magister Avail’s greeting. Oblique’s manner had a soothing effect, but it was not enough.

“How can I refuse?” replied the Queen. “You have offered answers. I hope you will not take it amiss when I challenge you. But my guardsmen and I are certainly tired and hungry. We will be glad to rest while I ready myself for the librarian.”

Magister Oblique’s smile showed more confidence. “Then come, Queen.” Touching Estie’s arm, she drew Estie toward the high gates.

Leading their horses, Commander Crayn and his men followed. Lurching into motion, the carriage and the wagon rolled forward behind them.