Josh sighed and hoped this worked.
He stood in a cistern, excrement to his knees, armed with only a uniform from a Captain in the Aquitaine Royal Guard, a belt with four modest-sized precious gemstones woven into it, and his wits.
He"d had to leave behind his staff capped with the diamond ball.
Horatio Wheatstalk had flown in on Euphony, had told them how he"d tried to intercept Alyson before the agents of Prime Minister Strawthresher had intercepted her, had alerted Josh to the sewer dwellers below the castle, whom he now feared were being rousted by similar agents.
News had reached them of an antigovernment insurgency cell that had been discovered in Bayonne, twenty members of which had been rounded up and arrested, a foreigner among them, a female highly trained in the arts of assas
