Late one night, when we were both too tired for any rational thought, Tobias and I had begun a discussion. It was born out of a joke for how I might one day slip back to Huny for an afternoon on the beach, and at best was completely ridiculous. “What’s the escape carriage?” Amarinda asked. “It’s designed to look like a church wagon bringing charity for the sick and poor,” Tobias said. “It will appear to be carrying only food and supplies, but there’s a hidden compartment below it where we can hide, if necessary. ” I shook my head. “It was a joke, not an actual plan for escape. It’s not safe enough. ” “There are higher priorities than safety,” Amarinda said. “Not for you,” I said sternly. “When has your safety ever been a priority in protecting Carthya?” she countered. “Am I fit for n

