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feel are necessary for your comfort.”
    “What?”
    “I have no intention of leaving you in this part of the city for this particular Festival.”
    “What?” She felt like a parrot.
    “Rooms have been prepared for your use in Castle Nightshade. You will remain there until the Court has adjourned.”
    “But I – I have to – work – ”
    His response was a silence that was all blue. “Understand, Kaylin, that this was not a request.”
    “And if I don’t want to go?”
    “You don’t,” he replied with a Barrani shrug. “What of it?”
    The dagger that she’d forgotten to sheathe looked pathetic in the scant light. She stared at it for a moment, and then looked at the fieflord. Here. She was cold.
    After a moment, she started to gather her clothing, her weapons, the sticks she shoved into her hair. She shoved these into a sack.
    “You will be free to return – if you desire it – when things are less… difficult.”

Chapter Three

    Inasmuch as Kaylin understood class – the adult form of bullying and condescension – she felt like a class traitor. Lord Nightshade was rumored to be a mage of great power, and in spite of the fact that she’d evidence of that with her own eyes – and Hawks had their own arrogance when it came to trusting opinions formed by gathering information – she was almost disappointed when they
walked
down the same set of narrow, shoddy stairs and into the wide streets. She had expected something less mundane.
    Hell, she’d once seen him walk through a mirror and vanish. Then again, her mirror would bisect him, so it was probably just as well.
    Her bag hung over her shoulder, and her uniform gathered in uncomfortable, trapped wrinkles; she felt like a street urchin again. Especially when compared with her companion. She took care not to make the comparison more than once.
    He led the way, and she followed; she would have led, but his stride was the longer of the two, and his dignity – Barrani dignity – did not allow him to trail behind something as lowly as Kaylin. It did, however, allow him to stand behind his chosen guard when he chose to venture into the streets of the fief he ruled.
    He’d brought no such guard with him. When they reached the bridge, she paused. He had walked ahead, and he, too, paused at the gentle height of the bridge’s curve. He turned to watch her. Met her eyes.
    “I assure you,” he said in a tone of voice that had the opposite effect, “you are not a prisoner. This is not a kidnapping. I do not intend to… interfere… with your duties in the Halls. I merely wish to insure that no one else has the opportunity to interfere with them.”
    “I’ll have to tell – ”
    He grimaced. “If it comforts you, I have altered your mirror. If someone chooses to invoke it, it will carry your message to your room within the Castle.”
    “Where you’ll hear everything that’s said.”
    He raised a brow.
    “The Hawklord isn’t going to be happy about this.”
    “The Hawklord is not your lord. He rules your life when you labor under his command. What you do in your… free time is not his concern. Come, Kaylin. It will be dark soon, and while I am not afraid of ferals, I do not think facing them will be in your best interest.”
    Enough of a warning. She made her way across the bridge, marking the point at which her new life was discarded and her old life opened up before her in the roads and causeways of Nightshade.
    It was not the only fief she knew; not even the only fief she had called home. But it was the fief in which she had lived almost all of her life. The other, she didn’t name and didn’t think about.
    “Why is the Barrani castelord – ”
    He held up a hand. “Now is not the time for that discussion.” His smile was slender and cool. “If we are lucky, there will be no time for it. If we are not, you will have answers. The castelord of the Barrani is a subtle lord, and he has governed for centuries. He has not, of course, been