way it’s comin’ down you’d think you stole the globe and let Roxane out.”
“So what am I supposed to do? Hide the rest of my life? Climb to the highest
rooftop and leap to my ignominious death? Maybe I’ll just go back to Zip and the
rest. I can take care of that myself, at least.” She began pacing, though there
was barely enough space between the bed and the wall for her to take two steps
before turning. “I could get on that boat. Reach Theron, if he’s there-“
The garrison regulars exchanged glances. Under no circumstances was anyone who
knew what had been going on in Sanctuary going anywhere near that wharf without
an arm-long scroll of permissions. Walegrin took a step forward, blocking Kama’s
path.
“I’ve sent word to Molin Torchholder. I told you about him. If there’s anyone in
the palace who’ll understand the truth of this. it’s him.”
Kama stared in disbelief. “Molin’s coming here?”
“To perform your funerary rites. The diggers went to get him. He’ll come. He
might not be too popular with you Wiz-ardwall veterans but he takes care of
Sanctuary. You can trust him-I told you that,” Walegrin assured her, misreading
the shadows that fell across Kama’s face.
“How long?”
“I’ve sent word. He’ll come as soon as he can. The Interiors,” by whom he meant
the few Rankan soldiers still on detail within the palace, “say there was some
sort of big Beysib gathering around sunset-some sort of ritual. I don’t know if
he was involved or not. If he’s got to eat with them he may not get here till
midnight.”
Kama strode to the little window overlooking the stables and a corner of the