Theo and Jace disappear down servant stairs to prison, bare feet quiet, no boots.
Caelan and I go down main stairs, but not all the way. We stop at second floor landing where balcony looks over Great Hall, hidden by tapestry.
Below, Elder Miriam stands with two other Council members — old man with cane, woman with white braids and Prince Cassian, and three Eastern traders in brown cloaks smelling of horse and black powder.
On gifts table, where ten suitor gifts still sit because law says thirty days, I see two small lumps under velvet cloth. Same as Theo's bundle. Copper wire glints in torchlight when cloth moves.
Miriam lifts cloth, checks.
"Seven towers, seven bombs," she says. "One under Original's bed, one kitchen, two here, one stable, one North wall, one in King's room. When kin
