There was no lookout atop the wall that circled a front courtyard, nor was there a guard at the door that pierced it. Some of the tension went out of Harun as he saw that. The place might be something of a fortress, but the owner wasn’t acting as if he was under siege. That would make things simpler.
Harun circled the house, slipping silently through the trees around it. There was a small stable behind it, with a pair of horses whose scent was quite familiar. They’d pulled the carriage he’d followed on this final leg of the journey.
A sharp-toothed grin spread across his feline face as he saw that there was also a servant’s door. After making certain there was no lurking stable boy to spot him, Harun came close and examined the door. He was not so lucky as to find it unbarred, but the do
