"She was hurt by the beast she killed up north," Mince explained. "The Empress Modina was dying from the poison, and healers came from all over, but no one could help. Then Regent Saldur prayed for seven days and nights without food or water. Maribor showed him that the pure heart of a servant girl named Amilia from Tarin Vale had the power to heal the empress. And she did. Lady Amilia has been nursing the empress back to health and doing a fine job." He took a breath, his eyes brightened, and a smile grew across his face.

"Mince, enough," Elbright said.

"What's all this about?" Royce asked, pointing at bleachers that were being built in the center of the square. "They aren't holding the wedding out here, are they?"

"No, the wedding will be at the cathedral. Those are for folks to watch the execution. They're gonna kill the rebel leader."

"Yeah, that piece of news we heard about," Hadrian said softly.

"Oh, so you came for the execution?"

"More or less."

"I've got our spots all picked out," Elbright said. "I'm gonna have Mince go up the night before and save us a good seat."

"Hey, why do I have to go?" Mince asked.

"Brand and I have to carry all the stuff. You're too small to help and Kine's still sick, so you need to-"

"But you have the cloak and it's gonna be cold just sitting up there."

The two boys went on arguing, but Royce could tell Hadrian was no longer listening. His friend's eyes scanned the palace gates, walls, and front entrance. Hadrian was counting guards.

Rooms at the Bailey were the same as at every inn-small and drab, with worn wooden floors and musty odors. A small pile of firewood was stacked next to the hearth in each room but never enough for the whole night. Patrons were forced to buy more at exorbitant prices if they wanted to stay warm. Royce made his usual rounds, circling the block, watching for faces that appeared too many times. He returned to their room confident that no one had noticed their arrival-at least no one that mattered.