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“I don’t know.
Tunneling is inherently dangerous work,” Shiloh replied, worrying at her
bottom lip. “And this would be a really
long tunnel.”
“So is an attack on a superior force,” Silas pointed
out. “And we don’t know how much they
know about what happened at the Citadel.
They could be ready for us, expecting us to show up here for Loor. Hell, they could have already moved Mosspeak,
Penn, and the princess somewhere else.
And I don’t think you’ll be able to catch them by surprise like you did
the priests.”
She nodded. “It only
worked because none of them bothered with wards inside the walls. Their arrogance was the key. But these men will be expecting me, most
likely.”
“Agreed,” her husband replied.
“We need some information before we act, don’t we? Before we break everyone out and make a run
for it?” Shiloh argued. “The Gernish
troops need to think everything is fine for a few days at least, if we’re to
have any hope of getting away clean.
They might have some people inside the castle, too. We need to know how many, how often they
report in.”
“Fair enough,” Silas replied. “We do need to know their patterns, how much
information they have about what is going on in Fountain Bluff and in the
kingdom at large.”
“We need a spy,” Shiloh concluded. Her eyes ran over the company until they
landed on Jivan.
“You really think so?” Silas asked, following her gaze. “You trust him? He could walk in there and give us up in the
first five minutes.”
“He’s a good boy.
Kind. I saved his mother’s
life. She almost died of Red Fever up at
Northgate. And he’s got it pretty bad
for Hana,” Shiloh countered.
“I killed his father,” Silas pointed out.
“I don’t get the impression that they were close,” Shiloh
replied. Silas eyed her
skeptically. “I know, it is a risk,”
Shiloh acknowledged. “But he grew up in
Gerne, and he wore the gray. They’ll be
predisposed to trust him. He can tell
them he barely got away with his life, ask them for help. Keep his ears open for a few days, then slip
away. If he is willing. I feel bad about sending someone so young
into danger.”
“I don’t like the idea of sending him in alone,” Silas
argued. “I don’t know him enough to
trust him. I do know him enough to be
worried about what they’ll do to him if they make him. He’s still a boy.”
“I agree with you on the latter point,” Shiloh
acknowledged. “I could use a concealment
spell, go in myself, invisible.”
“No,” Hatch pushed back.
“You haven’t regained much strength since your display of force last
week. You’re liable to fall ill any
day. And if it overtakes you while you
are among those pigs . . .”
“Well, your concealment spell is rubbish, so what are we
supposed to do?” Shiloh countered.
“Rubbish, eh?” Silas retorted, hand to his chest as though
wounded. “To be so mocked by my own
wife!”
“Your ears always stick out!” she teased.
“Mine is serviceable,” came a gravelly voice. They turned to find Keegan behind them.
“How long have you been standing there?” Shiloh demanded.
“Long enough to know that I agree with Hatch for once in my
life,” the Feral chief answered. “I
don’t want you anywhere near those soldiers.”
“It isn’t up to you,” Shiloh countered.
