byThe mage lying on the brass bedstead, a sheet drawn up to his chin, looked frail, his face lined with years of worry. Well, the position of Royal Mage was not one I would have chosen. But the eyes were clear and the voice still had a snap to it.
“Of course it’s an inside job.”
I exchanged a glance with “Bull” Durham sitting in a high-backed chair across the bedroom from me. The security chief was big and heavy and his chair creaked every time he shifted his weight.
“I agree. Nobody could get in.”
Which did not make me feel any happier. Chasing down an intruder was one thing; investigating the royals another.
Uneasy, I left my chair and crossed the small room to the window and looked out across the palace grounds. The roses were in full bloom; a lawn like a green carpet swept down to
