Although he tried to be quiet, before long Vaelora woke, and they summoned breakfast, a luxury that Quaeryt, and Vaelora, did appreciate greatly. As they lingered at the small table after eating, Vaelora asked, “Do you have any more thoughts about last night?” Quaeryt set down the mug of lager-the morning was too warm for tea-and thought for a moment. “Nothing that we didn’t already talk about.” “Who else might be a traitor besides Myskyl or Deucalon?” “Any number of people neither of us might know or think about,” replied Quaeryt. “In Tilbor, there were some who turned traitor because they thought it might benefit them, and in the end, they lost everything. They would have benefited more from being loyal.” “Is that always so, though?” asked Vaelora. “We remember those for whom treason did not pay. What about those for whom it did?” “You’re right,”
