are in the south tower, with the other fosterlings.â
Secca watched for a moment as Clayre led the sandy-haired apprentice down the corridor, then looked at the older and shorter lancer. âDyvan, Iâll be unpacking until Lady Clayre returns.â
âYes, lady.â
Secca smiled, then turned and closed the door. She carriedthe saddlebags to the footchest, where she deposited them, before setting the lutar case on the bed, then unfastening the sabre scabbard and laying blade and sheath on the footchest as well.
The chamber looked little different from what it had before harvestâor a score of years beforeâwith the high bed, the small desk, the narrow window, and the attached bath chamber.
Clayre had her permanent quarters farther north along the corridor, in the larger chambers that had once belonged to Lady Essan, who had died almost a score of years before. Robero, of course, had combined the three southeast corner chambers into a suite for himself and Alyssa.
Secca had hung her riding jacket in the small armoire, washed up, after heating the cold water in the basin with the elemental spell, and was brushing her hair when there was a knock on the heavy door.
âCome in.â
Clayre stepped inside. âI am sorry. About the chamber. But the liedburg grows ever more crowded.â
âYou arenât the one who made the choice.â Secca shrugged. âI know I canât grieve forever, butâ¦â She paused. âIf I donât take the chamber, Iâll be seen as petty and foolish.â
âHe was going to give it to Jolyn. We both protested.â
âThank you.â
There was another silence. âWe do need to talk.â Clayre inclined her head toward the chamber beyond the door and across the hallâthe one that held the reflecting pool created by Annaâs sorcery.
âItâs still shielded?â asked Secca.
âYes. Whatever she did affected the stones themselves.â Clayre opened the heavy oak door and motioned.
Marveling and wondering how much of what Anna had done would last well beyond her death, Secca followed Clayre out and across the corridor. Dyvan followed Secca, while Easlon remained at the door to Seccaâs chamber. Clayre opened the door to the scrying chamber, and both sorceresses stepped inside. Behind them Dyvan gulped even before Clayre shut the oak door. Secca smiled. Lancers were not used to sorceresses vanishing from view in plain sight.
âI added a spell to keep words from leaving the chamber.â
âEars everywhere?â asked Secca.
âMore than Iâd like. Anna hated it. I think that was one reason she left Falcor.â
âOne of many.â Seccaâs voice was dry. âWhatâs wrong?â
âYou know me too well.â Clayre laughed, mirthlessly. âNot only is Hanfor dead, but thereâs been an attack by Mansuuran armsmen on a coastal town in Neserea. The local lord killed all the attackers, but heâs sent bodies and tunics and a few other proofs from Worlan to Esaria.â
âAnd scrolls here?â asked Secca.
âI assume theyâre on the way.â
âThis is your friend Belmar?â
âNot my friend,â Clayre protested. âHe never was. Good-looking through a glass, but never more than that, especially not now.â
âIt seems rather convenient.â
âAll too convenient, but Lord Robero wonât be willing to say that itâs suspicious. Thereâs no proof. If he says too much, then heâs viewed as wanting to take over Neserea, and Hanforâs suspicious death is laid at his feetâor ours.â
âThen, you havenât told Robero? Or Jolyn?â
Clayre shook her head. âI just found out last night, and I wanted to talk to you to see if you knew anything. Jolynâs at Elheld. Robero has her rebuilding the stables. Thereâs no harp there.â
âWhat did she tell him this
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