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him, little one?”
    Aralorn pulled back from him and gave him a wide-eyed, somewhat confused look, even as she felt herself regain some clarity of thought. “Did you want me to say something else to him? I didn’t because I wasn’t sure if you would want me to.” She deliberately widened her eyes as if she were pleading with him to be pleased with her, trying to keep herself from tensing in anticipation of the wild, twisting pain.
    “No. You did well.” He absently patted her cheek. “I’ve been working on other things lately and haven’t had the time to do more with you. Tomorrow, when I’ve completed this spell, I’ve got a use for you.”
    If she were in any doubt about what he was talking about, the hand that ran lightly down her breast would have clarified it for her. The ae’Magi seemed satisfied that the shudder that ran through her at his touch was in response to desire. He smiled warmly at her and, humming a sweet tune, walked lightly through an archway.
    Aralorn stared at herself in the mirror at the back of her cage. The ae’Magi must have dispelled his illusion, because she didn’t see a bird anymore. The flickering light from the torches gave a dancing appearance to the fine, blond hair. The fragile face that stared expressionlessly back at her was extraordinarily beautiful. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and the misty, sea-green eyes looked dazed and vulnerable.
    Abruptly irritated with that vulnerability, Aralorn stuck her tongue out at her reflection. It didn’t make her feel any better.
    She wrapped both arms tightly around her legs. Head bowed on her knees, she listened to the sounds the servants made as they banked the fireplaces and snuffed the torches, trying to think over the uncontrollable panic that the thought of his intimate touch brought on.
    “Patience, Aralorn, patience,” she warned herself, speaking almost soundlessly. “If you leave now—granting that you can leave—he is going to doubt what you told him about Myr, which may not matter in the long run anyway.” She tilted her head back and addressed her words to the reflection, summoning up a tone of bleak humor. “But if I don’t get out of here, I’m going to break and tell him everything I know, from the name of my first pony to the bald spot on the top of Audreas the Vain’s head.”
    It was the truth. Four days—she didn’t count the time she’d spent locked up alone. A fifth day here would break her. And someone needed to let the Spymaster know what dwelled in the ae’Magi’s castle.
    Decision made, she waited while the sounds of the castle diminished and the moon hung high in the sky, revealed by the clear panels in the ceiling.
    When she was more or less satisfied that the people who were going to sleep were asleep, she knelt in front of the cage door. Grasping each edge, she began to mutter quietly, sometimes breaking briefly into song or chant to help focus her magic. She pushed aside the doubt that kept trying to sneak in: Doubt would cripple the small gift that she had. She was grateful to the ae’Magi’s vanity that her cage was made of precious silver rather than the iron that would have kept her prisoner until her bones crumbled to dust.
    First her fingers, then her hands, began to glow a phosphorescent green. Gradually, the light spread to the metal between her hands. When all the metal of the gate held the soft, flickering glow, she stepped through, leaving the spells on the locks intact. Her body ached from the ae’Magi’s magic, but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a day or two. It wouldn’t slow her down much, and that was all she was worried about.
    The light of her magic died, leaving the great hall black as pitch. She stood still and waited for her eyes to start adjusting before venturing out into the room.
    The only light in the room came from the skylights high above, only a faint reflection of the moon, which made it difficult to find the doorways. She took the first