“Lord Faigen,” I say softly. “What brings you here tonight?”
Patience eyes me with a clear What-did-he-just-call-you look. I consider asking her to leave, but then I think better of it. She’s still holding a bow, after all.
Theodore draws closer. “You’re dressed like a servant,” he observes, his tone skeptical.
“When I took you back to Foghum, I considered it odd Malandre would let you walk without an escort. Then, as I left you at the castle, you said you didn’t want the servants to know your name. I think I know just what is going on here.”
“You’ve found me out,” I make my voice light. My eyes scan the sandy course to see how close the nearest guard stands. There are a few straggling knights practicing their swordsmanship, and one or two beating each other with sweaty, bruised fists,
