"As far as I can discover, there is no place upon the two continents or the islands of the sea that is without legends of the fairy folk. But whether they once lived in all these places or their memory was brought to the places by men when they came, no one can say."

The temple bell was ringing for midday prayers. Briony felt a clutch of shame-she was already an hour later than she had promised, in large part because of Lord Jino and his shrewd, seemingly endless questions.

"Please, my lord," she told him as she rose to her feet. "I apologize, but I truly must go to see my friends." So hard after months of rough living to get the knack of ladylike movement and speech once more-it felt at least as false as any part she'd played for the theater troupe. "I crave your pardon."

"By friends, you mean the players?" Erasmias Jino cocked a stylishly plucked eyebrow. The Syannese lord looked like a fop, but that was only the Syannese style: Jino was renowned for his shrewdness and had also killed three men in duels decreed by the Court of Honor. "Surely, your Highness, you are not still pretending that such as you could truly be friends with… such as those. They enabled you to travel in secrecy-a clever stratagem when traveling through unsafe country on dangerous roads-but the time for that imposture is over."

"Nevertheless, I must go to see them. It is my duty." She had to admit that much of what he said was true. She hadn't treated the players as true friends, but had kept all that was most important about herself a secret. They had opened their lives to her but Briony Eddon had not reciprocated, nor even come close: they had been honest, she had been the opposite.

Well, most of them had been honest. "I understand you have released all except Finn Teodoros. He claimed to bear messages for your king from Lord Brone. I am Avin Brone's true monarch and he would not have them kept from me, I know. I would like to hear those messages."