Desa looked up with a grim expression and felt a surge of warmth in her face. “On what charge?” she asked, striding through the aisle between the pillars. “We are just travelers passing through the city. We"ve broken no law.”
In the middle of a line of five men, the sergeant stood defiant with his back straight and his shoulders square. He looked about ready to stare down a tidal wave. “The charge is witchcraft and practice of the dark arts.”
She grimaced, shaking her head as she closed more than half the distance. “That is foolish,” she said. “As I"ve told Mr. Hatch, the device that my friend is keeping inside the vault is nothing but a piece of machinery.”
In seconds, Marcus was coming up to stand beside her and directing a hard stare at the men in his path. “You are ordered to depart
