Chapter Eight
We barely managed to escape Zamir’s manse before the alarm was raised. Using the trick Admon had taught me on my first excursion with him to the Great Temple of the Keeper of Secrets, I led Tahlia out by the servants’ entrance. I was already wearing servant gray, and Tahlia’s wedding finery was hidden by my cloak. She had discarded her veil. Between our precautions and the darkness, I estimated anyone watching the manse would pay us little interest.
Now we stood in the same side street where I had hidden before attempting my rescue. A footpad had been lurking in the shadows, but the fierce look I gave him, combined with a flash of the scar on my left palm convinced him to find other stalking grounds. What Tahlia made of the exchange, I had no idea.
I was glad I had given h
