Eventually she reached an area at the front of the building where a handful of Elven Hunters engaged in transporting the injured back from the Valley of Rhenn were taking a short break before heading out again. Normally, there wouldn't have been time for this effort in the midst of a battle, and it made her wonder anew what had happened in the valley since she had been returned to Arborlon.

She approached a grizzled veteran she recognized from the training field who was standing by the doorway and peering out into the rain. The day-or what was left of it-was dark and gloomy, and the rainfall on the other side of the walls a steady downpour.

The Elf glanced at her and immediately straightened. "What are you doing? You shouldn't be up. In fact, you should be dead."

"I'm hard to kill," she answered.

"So it appears. But would you mind not testing that theory? I'm one of those unfortunates who had to haul you back here. You were not in such good condition."

She nodded. "Thanks for your efforts. Can you tell me how things stand out there?"

He shrugged. "The fighting's stopped for the moment, and both sides are pretty much right where they were at dawn. We almost lost the pass a few times, but the warships got the best of those things trying to force their way into the valley. Ugly stuff."

"I imagine so. Did the dragon come back?"

"Not that I saw. You did some real damage. I don't know that it can return now."

She nodded. Would the Jarka Ruus attack again after dark? All this rain would make it hard to sustain watch fires, and there would be no moon or stars to provide light otherwise. It would be a perfect opportunity.

"I need to get back to the valley," she said. "Can you find me a flit?"

"And risk the captain finding out I helped a madwoman to kill herself? Not hardly. Besides, nothing is flying in this stuff. We have to wait for it to clear. All of us, I might add, which includes you. Get back in bed. Sleep some more."

"I'm all slept out," she said, glancing around.

"Then pretend. Captain said to take good care of you when he sent you back here. He said we're going to need you healthy enough to come back strong by morning. Maybe sooner."

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "All right. Come wake me if there's any news. If anything happens. A night attack, especially."

He nodded and looked away, studying the rainfall, not saying any more. He wouldn't do a single thing to wake her unless the enemy was right outside the door, she thought. He probably had orders from Aresh to that effect. Maybe all of them did. She turned away and, ignoring the old veteran's suggestion about going back to bed, went back down the hallway to a side door and slipped out into the rain.

From there, she slogged her way over to the Home Guard barracks and tried to find Aresh. She didn't expect she would, but wanted to try. She was told he was back from the valley, but had gone over to the palace to see how Phaedon Elessedil was doing. Apparently, both the King and Ellich Elessedil were being kept there-a concession to their status as members of the royal family-until further disposition could be made regarding their respective situations.

She paused to decide whether she was wasting her time wandering about like this and should just go back to bed as the old veteran had advised. Then she shrugged off the idea, departed the barracks, and headed down the roadway for the palace, head bent and shoulders hunched against the rain. In the storm and darkness, no one was about. With good reason, she thought. Even wearing a cloak for protection, she was soon soaked through. Her body was beginning to ache and her wounds to throb in spite of the bandages and salves. She shouldn't be out like this, but she couldn't make herself go back and lie around in a sickbed doing nothing. If she couldn't get back to the valley, she could at least walk over to the palace and have a conversation with Aresh.

When she reached her destination, she was met by Home Guards who recognized her and took her inside. She was told that Aresh was in the building visiting the prisoners, but that she must remain where she was until he returned. She knew neither of them personally, and so her efforts at persuading them to make an exception were ignored. They did take her into a private room so she could change out of her drenched clothes and into a set of ill-fitting spares scrounged from a trunk, remarking on her damaged condition and mentioning they had heard all about her battle with the dragon. They told her she was an inspiration and added they were sorry they couldn't do more to grant her request.

She smiled and said she understood.

Ten minutes later, dressed in dry clothes and in possession of an all-weather cloak, she walked past them down the hallway and into the depths of the building. Neither guard cast even a single look in her direction.

Druid magic had its advantages.

She had no clear idea where she was going, and she ended up wandering about for a time until she found a guard who had befriended her on the practice field standing watch at a closed door.

"No one is allowed back here without permission," he said, blocking her way. "Do you have a pass?"

"No," she answered. "I was sent to find Sian Aresh to give him a message from the Elven defensive front in the valley. I need to see him."

He considered a moment. "I heard about the dragon. That was good work." Then he shrugged. "I don't see why you shouldn't be allowed to speak to the captain. He's with the King, in his bedroom. Down the hall, around the corner left, then first left again. Big, double doors. Another guard on duty." He gestured to the closed door behind him. "Ellich is in here." He shook his head in disgust. "A good man, Ellich. I do my duty, but I don't mind telling you I think this whole business is a travesty. He would never harm his brother. Everyone knows that. There's something wrong here."

"Agreed," Seersha said. She bent close, lowering her voice. "Someone else is to blame for Emperowen's murder. Any clue as to who it might be?"

The guard shook his head, lips tightening into a frown. "None. But I wouldn't have, would I? I'm just a soldier serving out my time in the Elven Home Guard. I don't know these people well enough to be able to guess at either the names or the number of their enemies."

She nodded. "Well, things will get sorted out. So Aresh is down the hall in the King's room?"

"Left here just ten, fifteen minutes ago. He was in here with Ellich before that. And Jera. She's an odd one. She's not been to see her husband once until today. Then shows up, visits until Aresh comes, and then insists on seeing her nephew. They argued about it. I could hear them through the door. Finally, he gives in."

Seersha stared. "She wanted to see Phaedon?"

"She said she did. Aresh didn't like it, though."

Seersha went still. "Give me those directions again."

She left without seeming to be in a rush, but once she was out of sight she picked up her pace until she was almost running. She didn't know what was troubling her exactly. Perhaps it was the idea of Jera visiting her nephew. Perhaps it was hearing that Jera had not come to visit Ellich until tonight. Especially that. It did not sound at all like the woman Aphenglow had described on repeated occasions-a wife whose entire life had been built around caring for her husband.

She reached the next corner and came around it in a rush. She saw the double doors immediately, but there was no guard on duty. She slowed, quieting her approach, her instincts telling her she should be cautious until she knew the lay of the land. She couldn't imagine what might be happening, but she didn't like how she was feeling.

She came up to the doors and stopped in front of them, listening. She could hear voices, low and indistinct. Or maybe it was only one voice. There was crying, too. A kind of low sobbing that had hints of despair and exhaustion. She listened for Sian Aresh, but didn't hear him.

She almost knocked. But in the end she simply opened the door and stepped inside.

Next to the bed, a single smokeless lamp burned on a nightstand. In the faint splash of illumination it cast, she could see everything.

Sian Aresh and the Elven guard lay sprawled on the bedroom floor, lifeless eyes staring. There was blood pooling all around them, metallic and pungent. Phaedon Elessedil had been released from his restraints and was sitting on the side of the bed in his bedclothes. He was holding a knife in his lap, bending over and staring down at it, mumbling and sobbing. There was blood both on his clothes and on the knife.

Jera was sitting next to Phaedon, her arms around him. She was speaking to him in a low voice, and she seemed to be trying to comfort him.

She looked up instantly as Seersha appeared and put a finger to her lips. Seersha stood in front of the open door, staring in shock. "What's happened here?"

Jera gave her a stern look. "Close the door. Don't say anything more."

The Elven woman continued to whisper to Phaedon, her voice low and compelling, her hands on his shoulders, bracing him as he sobbed and whimpered. The King seemed to be completely undone. There was no hint of the old Phaedon, the one Aphen had famously described as cold enough to freeze fire.

Seersha took a few steps toward them and stopped, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The shadows of the dark room felt as if they were filled with secrets, and all of them hidden from her.

Phaedon went suddenly quiet, leaning into Jera, his face buried in her shoulder.

Jera looked up at Seersha. "He killed them both. Somehow he got free of his restraints and got hold of this knife. When Sian and I entered the room, he attacked immediately. Sian was killed at once. When the guard heard the sounds of fighting and came running, Phaedon killed him, too."

She stroked Phaedon's head, smoothing his dark hair. "He didn't do anything to me. He doesn't seem to want to. He keeps calling me 'Mother' and telling me he's sorry. I don't think he even knows what he's done."

"He was supposed to be secured to the bed," Seersha insisted in disbelief. "We told everyone he was a danger to himself and others. How did he get loose?"

Jera shook her head. "I don't know." She gave Phaedon a quick hug and rose. "I'll leave him to you. I have to tell the other guards what's happened. Ellich, too. Perhaps they'll free him now."

Seersha nodded blankly, looking down at the bloodied form of Sian Aresh. She couldn't quite make sense of it. Jera's explanation seemed plausible enough, but there was still something wrong. Maybe it was the knife, still in Phaedon's hands. Maybe it was the tenderness Jera was showing Phaedon-a kindness that felt out of place.