Arnim looked down the corridor in frustration. "Five rooms so far and nothing. Perhaps we're on a fool's errand."
"Are you sure there IS a traitor?" asked Lady Nicole.
"There had to be collusion to get the siege engines to the bluff without sounding the alarm. Someone has to be responsible."
"How many more rooms are there?"
"From my conversation with the princess, there are only a half dozen or so people with the authority to pull this off, and there's only two rooms left."
He grasped the door handle to find it wouldn't budge. "This one's locked."
"That's surprising," commented Nicole. "None of the others were."
Arnim knelt by the door, examining the keyhole, "This is no ordinary lock."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, someone has something important to keep safe."
"Whose room is it?"
Arnim
