“Jarl, are you up there? It’s Kymber.” A candle floated to the window; I saw his concerned face reflected in the light. The door cracked open a few moments later. “Kymber? What are you doing in Adamar at this hour?” Jarl set his jaw and swung the door wide. “And whose horse is that?” “She belongs to Magnus. Is there somewhere I can put her for the night?” “There’s a stable out back.” I gave him my best orphan-waif look. “Do you have room for me inside, or should I stay in the stable too? I’d appreciate a blanket or two if I have to sleep outside.” Jarl sighed. “I wouldn’t make you sleep in the stable. Come upstairs when you get her settled.” I nodded and towed Lady Gray into the narrow alley between his office and the next building. I climbed the stairs up to Jarl’s rooms, wondering what I should tell him about Magnus and me. There was no point in trying to hide what happened. Jarl knew both of us too well. I opened the door to his reading room and peered in.
