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I asked him in front of witnesses, and I did it deliberately, and he understood why before I had finished the sentence.Four of us in the map room at the eleventh hour. Balthor with his crates. Beatrice on a stool by the fire with her sleeve down again. Wulstan at the door because he had stopped leaving rooms I was in. Osbert was not there, and his absence had been arranged by me, and I have never regretted anything less.“What does the engine take?” I asked, forcing myself to meet Aldren's eyes. I could feel my pulse in my throat, and I hated that everyone in the room could probably hear how frightened I was.Aldren was at the window with his back to the room. He did not pretend to misunderstand.“The wearer,” he said quietly, and there was something final in his voice that made my stomach tighten.Balthor’s pen stopped.“Say the whole of it,” I said, more sharply than I intended, because I knew there was something he had not yet said.“It was built to move a mark out of a Vaudrey an

The Court reconvened at nine the next morning without the King calling it, which has happened twice in four hundred years and both previous occasions ended with somebody’s head on the gate.We did not get to Balthor first. That is the thing I would change if I were allowed to change one thing about that week.Hesper of Frostvein came up the hall with an escort of nine and a leather tube under her arm, and she did not draw a knife and did not need to, and I understood watching her that I had spent a month underestimating a woman on the grounds that she had once offered to kill me politely.“My lord,” she said, with grave courtesy that did nothing to hide the tension in her face. She set the tube on the table. “I have come to do you an unkindness and I want it on the record that I looked for another road for eleven days and there is not one.”“Say it,” Aldren said, his voice flat and controlled, though I saw the slight tightening of his jaw.“You swore a blood oath to this woman on the

I woke before he did, which I am told almost nobody has managed.Grey light through the shutter. His arm across me and gone heavy. On the sill, on the far side of the room, behind the shutter where he had put it, the Moon-silver lay quiet and dark and looked like nothing at all, like a bracelet somebody had taken off, and I lay there for a while and hated it with a completeness that surprised me.“You’re counting,” he said sleepily, without opening his eyes.“I’m not.”“You are,” he murmured. “You do it with your fingers on whatever is nearest. Last night it was my back, which I found difficult to interpret.”“Fourteen,” I said. “The shutter has fourteen slats, and one of them is split.”He laughed, and I felt it under my ear, and there is very little in my life I would trade for that.Then I sat up, because the sun was coming and I had thought of something in the night that would not wait.“We need a way to know."Aldren opened his eyes.“Say that again,” he said, suddenly attentive.

The Court did not wait for the ninth day.They convened at noon with both letters on the table and Hesper’s riders as witnesses, and I stood in the middle of the great hall of Blackthorn while eleven men and women decided out loud what I was, and I had known for a month it was coming, and it did not help by so much as a thread.Ordric of Sunscar did the talking. He is fifty, wide, careful, and he has the worst quality a man can have in a room like that, which is that he is entirely sincere.“I do not say she wrote it,” he said solemnly. “I say it is her hand, and that four of us have compared it to the chapel register where she signed the oath, and that it matches in eleven particulars.” He set it down. “And I say that a woman who can pull the loyalty out of a sworn man’s chest with her fist is not a woman this Court can afford to be wrong about.”“She freed my gatekeeper,” Aldren said sharply.“She unmade an oath, my lord.” Ordric turned to him. “You have told this Court she took a co