Anger, confusion, and disbelief flush Ishtar's face. “I can't understand it. How did they discover the Moon Singer?” Dorinda's anger matches Ishtar's, but she is far more certain of the reason. “There is no other explanation, Ishtar. David was detected entering the Palace. This enabled Jaycina to ensnare him.” “But how? She has no crystal imprint on David to detect him. And Judiah had the guard's schedule timed perfectly.” Dorinda's mouth is tight, her eyes hard as steel. “Perhaps Judiah had more than the guard's schedule timed perfectly.” “What do you mean?” “Look closely.” Dorinda motions toward a group of men now congregating on the shore, and one in particular whose face is lighted by the lantern he carries. Ishtar's body becomes rigid, his voice leaden with contempt. “Judiah. Judiah, the traitor.” He moves to confront the man he once called his friend. “No.” Dorinda restrains him with a firm hand. “Wait. He mustn't know we've discovered him. Not yet.
