Surely you did not sneak out of Vaclav Castle, did you? Your note said only that you would be coming here clandestinely: how does it come about?” Rakoczy asked Imbolya as they hastily climbed toward the warder’s quarters in the gate-house, he leading but facing her, so that he moved backward up the dimly lit spiral staircase. They were making as little noise as possible, for although outside the gate-house freezing rain buzzed on a gusty wind, rattling the slates on the roof and hooting smokily down the chimneys of Mansion Belcrady, they knew someone might well be listening for any unusual sound. “I am on a mission for the Konige,” she said, trying not to giggle; her hair was damp and drops of rain spangled her face in the light from the gateway torch. “Truly?” “Yes. As the Konige’s messenger, Csenge has sent me to the Sorers at Sante-Zore to secure their agreement to participate in the festival planned when the Konig departs to resume his campaign in the south. Csenge doesn’t like going out in the wet, and decided to send me in her stead.
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