Chapter 32
Herrith walked with his head down, wearing something he had never in his life dared to wear—a brown robe. A brown robe said he was a regular palace servant, with none of the privileges or powers of a red robe. He could be killed wearing a brown robe by the people, who didn’t respect a brown robe, or by the king, if Herrith was ever discovered wearing a brown robe.
But he had gone back and forth from Mara’s house, the home of the resistance, too many times recently. The king’s spies knew the old woman had been Herrith’s nurse when he was a boy, so they ignored his visits. But Herrith had begun to notice odd effects rippling out around him. Did King Ikajo have suspicions about his most loyal red robe, the cousin who had always been by his side? It seemed Herrith might finally be
