They sat on the Tower battlement, sharing an upholstered settle that the pages had dragged outside for them. The sun shone brightly, casting crenellated shadows on the paving below their feet. Tristan patted her hand lovingly. “I am sorry, Berry, but I have a lot of important work to oversee at the moment. The Infirmarie has to be completely gutted and refitted for the new purpose for which I intend it. There must be laboratories, and holding rooms, and...”
He paused, thinking perhaps he had said enough. Lord Maggrai might be angry with him if he gave too much away. But, in truth, there was a lot to do. The first ragged bands of Firaithi prisoners were already arriving, escorted by legions of Black Guardsmen. Many more were expected. And down in the Citadel dungeon...
Gwenn was still the
