can find the dungeon without you. They are looking for me, or will be, and it won’t do you any
good to be found with me.”
“Without me,” she said dryly, “you’ll likely trip over your own feet and fall in the Sharpe Seat’s lap, then confess everything while trying to talk your way out of it.”
“Blood and ashes, you ought to be in the Women’s Circle back home. If men were all as fumble-footed and helpless as you seem to think, we’d never—”
“Are you going to stand here talking until they do find you? Pick up your things, Cassel, and come with me.” Not waiting for an answer, she spun around and started off down the hall. Muttering under his breath, he reluctantly obeyed.
There were few people—servants, mainly—in the back ways they took, but Cassel had the feeling that they all took special
