“They’re moving it to a more defensible location.” The woman’s voice again. “They were fools to keep it on display in the first place.”
“Until we’re sure it’s secure, the safety of our Makar must be our highest priority,” the first speaker said.
Gadon had gone still where he sat, the burbling water of the fountain loud in Callum’s ears.
“I thought having a Makar around was supposed to make us safer,” said the nervous voice. “If we’re busy guarding him, who’s guarding us?”
Callum stood up, struck by the thought that they were about a second away from overhearing one of the mages say something bad about Gadon. Something even worse than just speculating about the Enemy’s plans for killing him.
Callum wished he could tell Gadon that he was pretty sure the Enemy of Death hadn’t tried to st
