A hand fell upon Trehearne’s shoulder from behind. It was the man in the yellow tunic, and he had become, in the last few seconds, quite jovially drunk. He gave Trehearne a friendly shove toward the door and called out to the people who stood there, “I found him out here looking for a way in—and I swear the man’s a Vardda!” Under his breath he said rapidly in Trehearne’s ear, “Keep your mouth shut, or we’ll both be in trouble!”
They went together into the keep. The men stared closely at Trehearne, and the women chattered about him in their own tongue. And Kerrel said to Shairn, “Are you satisfied, now you’ve got him here?”
“I didn’t get him here,” she said. “He was going to Keregnac anyway, and nothing could have kept him back then.” She turned away, toward a table where there were bottl
