uiet
ed with a heavy hi
r swung open, the wet, fish-heavy air of the Lower Ward was gone. In its plac
he Capta
om the ride. My wrists were still bound behind
y sky like ice. High stone walls shut out the rest of the world, and above them rose the pala
awking goods, and no dogs barking. The silenc
behind me muttered, shoving me to
nto the heart of the palace. Tapestries lined the walls, muffling
avy oak door reinforced with black iron
ins
y bed draped in dark green velvet. A fire crackled in a black brick hearth. In
chest. Roasted chicken, freshly ba
adn't eaten anything except wa
and sliced through the hemp ro
hands. I rubbed my raw wrists, then
last meal?
ace remained blank. "Someone will
p thud, and the brass key turned fir
, narrow windows were covered with th
oved near the c
the waistband where my gutting knife should
ed out of t
tunic beneath a dark leather brigandine.
th frost. His face was angular and expressionless
acking up until my calves st
ked toward me without a sound
oice was low and comp
d who y
tter who I am.
ally overc
table and grabbed a roasted ch
still, following
very movement of m
asuring me for a coffin," I sa
h twitched before the
he said
ead turned to a
, leaning forward until his shadow swallowed mine, "a
e silver goblet
re all in t
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