“I’m sorry,” I giggled as we rounded the stairwell to the courtyard, “it’s just so much fucking fu-” Julia practically tackled me into a closet. Heavy bootsteps thundered past us, followed by the soft patter of slippers on the stones. Two mages walked by, their bald heads gleaming in the torch light, the spot between their brows shining with their melded astral power. They stopped in front of the open doorway, and I silently prayed that the darkness of the closet would keep us hidden in the shadows. I pulled my cloak up around my neck to conceal the glowing patterns on my skin as Julia’s palm covered my mouth, anticipating another bout of foolish mirth. “Did they recover Princess Lucilla’s body?” one of the mages asked. “Chances are japanese it was burnt to ash,” the other mage said, “an explosion powerful enough to rip a hole in the tower wall would disintegrate a person.” “And her priestess?” the first mage asked. “Also, most likely dead.” The second mage said, “How did we miss an astral bomb of such yield? How could an assassin have even gotten it in the palace? It would have to be the size of a horse to produce that kind of blast!” “I don’t know,” the first mage grimaced, “but you can bet the emperor is going to ream us gaping for this oversight.” “One of the maids said she heard sounds of lust when she was emptying the chamber pots,” the second mage said, “did the guards say teen if a man came into her doggystyle suite?” “No,” the first mage said, “only her and the priestess. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Princess Lucilla chose a nun who was loose with her vows.” Julia pressed her palm into an air-tight seal over my asian mouth as uncontrollable laughter raged against my clenched teeth. I could practically feel the fire thrumming beneath her skin as she seethed silently, and I had to hold her power within me to keep it from bursting alight on her flesh. This was a woman so devout, she denied her very godhood until she could no longer, and this mage had the audacity to question her piety? It was fucking hilarious. The sound of running feet echoed through the hall, prompting the two mages to turn as the sound grew louder. A third mage shot into view, breathing hard and red-faced. “Dratus, Backtius,” the third mage gasped, holding my hand-mirror aloft, “look at this!” The other two mages studied it for a moment, perplexed expressions on their faces. “Do you see the burnt patterns on the frame?” the third mage asked excitedly, “Those were on every surface of the princess’s room! The Heat Bringer killed Princess Lucilla!” “Impossible!” the mage called Dratus said, “All seven-hundred subjects are locked away and accounted for in the keep; none of them could have escaped without setting off dozens of alarms!” “Telavia was right all along,” the mage called Backtius gasped, “we never had the one.” “Princess Lucilla said as much to her father earlier today,” the third mage said, his voice edging with excitement, “she must have found something the emperor didn’t, and the Heat Bringer killed her before she could spread the information!” “Her priestess,” Backtius muttered, “she was a bright-elf, wasn’t she? Not of high blood, but certainly around the right age…. raise the alarm and sequester all bright elves in the palace! Inform the emperor that the Heat Bringer is here, and get him to safety!” The mages ran off, and Julia tentatively released her grip on my mouth. “Looks like hide-and-seek is over,” she said as we stepped out of the closet, “now we just run.” We dashed through the courtyard, Hardcore raced along the inner-wall and darted down the stairs to the bottom levels. The top floors of the palace tower were reserved for royalty, so subterfuge was a necessity when escaping them, but the bottom levels were packed with common folk, and our plain cloaks allowed us to blend right in. Troops of guards ran in opposition to us, ignoring us as they raced up the steps we’d just climbed down. Julia and I burst into the main courtyard, and the gate was blessedly still open. We were a mere hundred paces from freedom when the voice yelled. “You two, stop!” it was a commanding, baritone growl that sent our heels skidding to a halt. 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