Han blinked at him, then carefully unwrapped it. It was a ring, sized to fit a man, in white gold, set with a moonstone. He looked at Dancer for an explanation.

“When I made the ring for Briar Rose’s coronation, I made one for you too,” Dancer said. “They are matched. If you put this on, and she is wearing the other one, you can find her.”

Han weighed it on his palm. “You’re saying they are flashcraft?”

Dancer nodded.

How likely was it that Raisa would still be wearing Han’s ring, when she was betrothed to Micah Bayar?

Han looked over at Micah, whose eyes were fixed on the ring with a kind of sick fascination. He shifted his gaze to Han. “That ring—with the moonstones and pearls—that came from you?”

Han nodded. Afraid to hope, he tried the ring on for size. It slid easily over his knuckle, onto his finger. He closed his eyes.

Images tumbled through his mind, a visual cacophony that made it difficult to focus on any one thing. The vaulted interior of a temple—vaguely familiar, with soaring stone walls. He saw movement at the center of the nave, cloaked figures eddying around a stone pillar, fetching and carrying. They looked furtive, somehow, like they were up to no good.

Where was that, and why was it familiar? It wasn’t Southbridge Temple, where he’d schooled as a boy. It wasn’t the Cathedral Temple, where Raisa had been crowned queen.

It must be outside the castle walls. Could Raisa really be abroad in the city, in the midst of the Ardenine Army? Or had her ring fallen into enemy hands? He didn’t want to think about how that might have happened.

He turned, surveying the city, hoping for a clue. Dancer’s mist had finally cleared. Instinct drew his eyes south, where the wolves still stood in an unhappy pack, yipping their warning. Beyond them, the old Market Temple stood alone in the midst of the burnt-over slum. A lifetime ago, Han had stashed people there while Ragmarket burned.

And then it came to him—that was the temple he’d seen with his mind’s eye. He had only been in there the once—it had been closed long before he was born.

Why would Raisa be there?

Han turned to Dancer. “The ring is in the Market Temple,” he said. “I’ll go look for her there. The rest of you, spread out and search the city, just in case. We can’t assume that she’s still wearing the ring I gave her.”

“She’s wearing it, Alister,” Micah said.

Han swung around to look at him. “How do you know?”