“Lorr would have to come with me,” Kathryn said. “His absence would be noted. And what about you all? You can’t stay here.”
As proof to her words, shouts sounded distantly, coming from the main stair.
Lorr stirred. “Castellan, do you truly trust these folks?”
Kathryn stared at Tylar. Though he wore the same face, much had changed in him-then again much had not. She looked at him now with eyes aged by years and heartache, no longer so naive. He had always been a caring and generous man. In the past, she had let herself doubt this in a moment of panic, confusion, and shock. But she was no longer that woman either.
“I do trust him,” she mumbled and turned to Lorr.
The tracker nodded. “Then there might be a way. But we’ll all have to go together. I can show them a passage that is surely unguarded. A passage that isn’t a passage.”
“What about Perryl?” Tylar said.
Kathryn clenched a fist on the hilt of her sword. She pictured the young knight’s straw hair and easy manner. She had a hard decision to make. “If what you say is true,” she said, “then there’s too much at stake. Lorr and I will search for him after you’re gone. Until then, all we can do is pray he’s safe.”
Tylar hesitated, but finally nodded. Like Kathryn, he knew the weight of duty.
Kathryn turned to the doorway. “Show us, Lorr.”
Tylar and the others pulled their cloaks and hoods back up. Lorr backed Barrin and Hern out into the hallway.
The noise of approaching boots grew louder. A call reached them. “What’s all this uproar?”
Lorr shoved through the bullhounds to face the leader of a cadre of guards. Kathryn held her breath. What if he betrayed them?
“Just a tussle between a couple of hungry dogs,” Lorr grumbled. “So unless you feel like joining them for dinner, you’d best clear on out.” At a hand signal from the tracker, Hern growled with a great show of teeth.
The leader backed away several steps.
Lorr continued. “What is it about you skaggin’ knights?” He waved back to Tylar and the other cloaked figures. “Always come running when you hear a dog bark, but you need some real fighting done and you’re nowhere to be found.”
The guard leader scowled at the insult. “You’d best watch your tongue, tracker.”
Hern growled again.
“And you and your knights better watch more than your tongues.”
The knight waved him off. “Take your beasts out of my halls.”
Lorr sneered and shoved through his dogs. “Continue to the hall’s back stair,” he hissed as he passed Tylar. “The main stair will be too crowded.”
“But don’t we want to get down to the Masterlevels?” Tylar asked. “Those back stairs only lead up.”
“Exactly.”
Tylar marched behind Kathryn as she followed Lorr up the stairs. One of the tracker’s bullhounds led the way, the other trailed behind. Despite the tracker’s willingness to help, he refused to drop his guard. He kept them all pinned between his beasts.
Rogger climbed behind Tylar. Delia kept to his side. Beyond them trailed Krevan and Eylan. Before entering Tashijan, they had left Corram, along with Krevan’s six other Shadowknights, to guard their mounts in case a quick escape proved necessary. They had dared not move too large a group into Tashijan, lest they turn too many an eye, and the other Shadowknights’ cloaks were needed to disguise Tylar, Rogger, Delia, and Eylan.
Tylar now regretted not bringing a few more knights.
They climbed past another three landings. Where was this tracker taking them? The muscles of Tylar’s neck ached from the strain of this night. The fetid breath of the two bullhounds filled the narrow passage. Still, the beasts did succeed in driving other knights off the stairs and out of their way.
At last, Lorr grunted. “We’ll head out here.” The tracker checked the landing, then continued their parade through Tashijan. The halls widened at last.
Rogger moved up to one side of Tylar, Delia the other.
The thief nodded to Kathryn. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “So? How does it feel to see your betrothed again?”
Tylar had no desire to discuss such matters with Rogger-not until he could sort out his own feelings. But he was also conscious of Delia’s presence at his side. She had avoided his eye ever since Kathryn had walked through the door. He remembered Delia’s whispered words back in the Lair. It’s no oath that binds me…
Though neither of them had firmed their feelings beyond tentative motions, he owed Delia an honest answer to Rogger’s question as much as himself. “I… I don’t know.”
Before more could be said, Lorr waved. “Hurry now.”
All had noted the many eyes following their passage. The bullhounds were difficult to miss. Someone would surely raise some inquiries. Word would eventually rise like smoke to the warden’s chambers far overhead.
The hall ended a short ways ahead at a set of double doors.
Tylar recognized where they had been led. He frowned in confusion.
Beyond the doors lay the Grand Court of Tashijan, the giant amphitheater that served as the major gathering place for both knight and master.
Kathryn shook her head. “How does this help us? There’s no exit to the Masterlevels through here.”
Lorr ignored her and tried the door. He tugged without success. “Locked…”
“All the doors into the court will be,” Kathryn said. “The last they were opened was for Argent’s naming ceremony.”
Lorr tried the door again, finally kicking it in frustration.
The doors were made of stout oak, banded in iron, strong enough to blunt even an ax blade. The bronze lock required a key from Keeper Ryngold.
Rogger moved from Tylar’s side. “Allow me.” He slipped a slender pick knife and a bent fork from an inner pocket. Using his tools, he tinkered with the lock’s inner workings.
At the entrance to the hallway, a group of knights and house staff had stopped to watch. Kathryn nodded to them, arms crossed. As castellan, few would question her actions directly. At the door, Rogger’s labors were hidden behind the bulk of the bullhounds. The thief finally proved his skill. A tumble sounded from the doors. Rogger stood and pulled the latch. The wide doors easily swung open.
As the few knights at the other end of the hall moved on, one tarried a bit longer, eyes narrowed. Surely everyone had been alerted to watch for anything suspicious… and their activities, along with the presence of the bullhounds, were certainly out of the ordinary.
Word would spread.
Lorr grabbed one of the oil lamps from its hanger in the outside hall and swung it toward the door. “Inside… hurry.”
Tylar and the others pushed into the dark amphitheater.
The dome of the roof stretched far overhead, beyond the reach of the lone lamp. Closer at hand, rings of tiered seating spread outward and climbed forty levels, disappearing into the gloom.
Lorr led the way down the few stairs to the main floor. His two bullhounds spread to either side, moving low to the ground, suspicious of the giant open space.
Tylar gaped upward. He remembered gatherings here in the past: the raucous crowd of knights, the laughter, the arguments. The empty hall now seemed haunted, and with the darkness closed around them, somehow smaller. But more than anything, Tylar felt how little he belonged here now. It wasn’t just the stripping of his knighthood. What had once filled him with pride and a sense of purpose, now seemed pale and false. He had seen too much to ever wear the cloak as easily as he once had.
Kathryn glanced at him. Did she sense that about him? Did more than time and pain separate them? On the way up the stairs, Kathryn had briefly told him about her fears concerning the Fiery Cross, about Argent’s connection, about some bloody sacrifice she had stumbled upon, pointing toward the Cross’s involvement in some dark rites. Did her cloak still rest well on her shoulders?
Ahead, a dim glow shone from the floor, the only other source of light. Tylar knew what it marked. The Hearthstone. The heart and hearth of Tashijan. The flames of the fire pit had lit ceremonies dating back to before
