CHAPTER XIAgain the Huntsman
Before a high oval door that glowed silver in the light of her tiny lantern, Boyce’s guide paused at last, holding up her light to show him the latch.
“Beyond this door I dare not go,” she said frankly. “You must, if you seek Jamai’s downfall.”
“Who sent you?” Boyce demanded, keeping his voice as low as hers.
They had come a long way through winding underground corridors, surfacing only twice to walk a short distance along alleys or across lighted streets. The motley city life went on unheeding around them. If Irathe had missed him yet, her searchers were subtle. And the conspirators she had helped him evade might be looking for him too.
He could not guess about that. He followed the brown girl through devious paths because she, at least, promised him a ch
