Chapter 24
“What if this be a trap, Castien?”
Castien shivered at the idea although he did his best to hide that fact from Theirn. “If it is then best I cease talking so I can shout for help later on.”
“This is not a matter to jest about,” Theirn growled as he paced the room. Then he whirled to face Castien while he tore off the dress. “If I am to face death it will be in my own clothing, not borrowed finery.”
“Then ‘tis good you wore your breeches beneath the skirt, although…” His eyes roved over Theirn’s bared chest.
“Now is not the time for such thoughts.” Theirn tugged off the wig to shake his own hair free. It still was fairly short, the result of his masquerade while he helped to defeat the Lord not too long past.
“Come here, my lad,” Castien told him, his arms open wide in ant
