I must have miscounted the rooms,” she said. But although she searched up and down the corridor, going into every chamber and thrusting her torch inside to be sure, she found no other doors marked with the moon and stars and no chambers holding the glitter of gold. When she returned to the first room, her chest was tight and she was fighting to hold back tears of utter frustration. “He was here. I swear it, he was here. In this room.” “Whereas I warrant none but the rats have been here for several years,” Thomas said, making a face as he swiped a sticky cobweb off his neck. “Moreover, I would think someone in the castle would know of a blind jewel-maker within the walls, but there are none.” “One-eyed Conan is the only lack-sight I have seen coming or going through the gates,” Sir Hubert remarked from out in the corridor. “But the only jewels he works with a deft hand are the ones inside his wife’s bodice.”
