"Whoever goes will be in extreme danger, you realise," Yarrow had responded. "I cannot guarantee to keep you from execution, though I'll do my damnedest."
Jester had merely shrugged. "There is nothing more for me here. Let me help the cause," she'd said with a note of finality. Then she said nothing else for over a sevenday.
Molly assumed it had been a sevenday. The passage of time was meaningless in the dungeons -- her days were punctuated only by the meal-times she'd given up on a while ago, the increasing tension in the castle's denizens, and the changing of the guard. So far, she only recognised one, the lieutenant who'd guarded them from Aeril on, which was confusing because he was part of Yarrow's regiment; so why he was assigned dungeon duty was anyone's guess. For her part, Molly
