Shaso was eating too, if not much more skillfully or swiftly than the night before. Still, his ashen pallor had improved a little and his breathing did not hiss like a fireplace bellows. But most important of all, though his eyes still lay sunken in dark-ringed flesh (which Briony thought gave him the look of an oniron like Iaris or Zakkas the Ragged or some other sun-scorched, wilderness-maddened prophet from The Book of the Trigon), his gaze was bright and intent again-that of the Shaso she knew.

"We can go nowhere today." He took one last swallow before lowering the empty bowl. "We cannot risk it."

"But surely the fog will hide us…?"

His look had much of the old Shaso in it, equal parts irritation at being disputed and disappointment that she had not thought things through completely. "Perhaps here, upon the bay, Princess. But what about when we make land in the late afternoon, with the mist burned away? Even if we are not seen by enemies, do you think the local fishermen there would be likely to forget the unusual pair they saw landing?" He shook his head. "We are exiles, Highness. Everything that has gone before will mean nothing if

you give yourself away to your enemies. If you are captured, Hendon Tolly will not put you on trial or lock you away in the stronghold lo be.a rallying flag for those loyal to the Eddons. No, he will kill you and no one will ever see your body. He will not mind a few rumors of you among the people as long as he knows that you are safely dead."

Briony thought of Hendon's grinning face and her hands twitched. "We should have stripped his family of their titles and lands long ago. We should have executed the whole traitorous lot."

"When? When did they reveal their treachery before it was too late? And Gailon, although I did not like him, was apparently an honorable ser¬vant of your family's crown-if Hendon has told the truth in this one thing, at least. As for Caradon, we also know only what Hendon says of him, so his wickedness is as much in question as Gallon's goodness. The world is strange, Briony, and it will only become stranger in the days ahead."

She looked at his leathery, stern face and was filled with shame that she had been such a fool, to have taken so little care with the most precious of her family's possessions. What must he think, her old teacher? What must he think of her and her twin, who had all but given away the Eddons' throne?

As if he understood her thoughts, Shaso shook his head. "What hap¬pened in the past remains in the past. What is before us-that is every¬thing. Will you put your trust in me? Will you do just as I say, and only what I say?"

Despite all her mistakes and self-disgust, she could not help bristling. "I am not a fool, Shaso. I am not a child any longer."

For a moment his expression softened. "No. You are a fine young woman, Briony Eddon, and you have a good heart. But this is not the time for good hearts. This is the hour for suspicion and treachery and murder, and I have much experience of all those things. I ask you to put your trust in me."

"Of course I trust you-what do you mean?"

"That you will do nothing without asking me. We are exiles, with a price on our heads. As I said, all that came before-your crown, your fam¬ily's history-will mean nothing if we are captured. You must swear not to act without my permission, no matter how small or unimportant the act seems. Remember, I kept my oath to your brother Kendrick even when it might have cost my life." He stopped and took a deep breath, coughed,1

little. "It still might. So I want you to swear the same to me." He fixed her with his dark eyes. This time it was not the imperious stare of old, the teacher's stare-there was actually something pleading in it.

"You shame me when you remind me what you did for my family, Shaso. And you don't take credit for your own stubbornness. But yes, I hear you, and yes, I understand. I'll listen to what you say. I'll do what you think is best."

"Always? No matter how you may doubt me? No matter how angry I make you by not explaining my every thought?"

A quiet hiss startled Briony, until she realized it was the girl Ena, laugh¬ing quietly as she scrubbed out the soup pot. It was humiliating, but it would be more shameful still to continue arguing like a child. "Very well. I swear on the green blood of Erivor, my family's patron. Is that good enough?"

"You should be careful when you make oaths on Egye-var, Highness," said Ena cheerfully, "especially here in the middle of the waters. He hears."

"What are you talking about? If I swear to Erivor, I mean it." She turned to Shaso. "Are you satisfied now?"

He smiled, but it was only a grim flash of teeth, an old predator's reflex. "I will not be satisfied with anything until Hendon Tolly is dead and who¬ever arranged Kendrick's death has joined him. But I accept your promise." He winced as he straightened his legs. Briony looked away: even though the Skimmer girl had bandaged the worst sores from the shackles, he was still covered with ugly scrapes and bruises and his limbs were disturbingly thin. "Now, tell me what has happened-everything you can remember. Little news was brought to me in my cell, and I could make small sense out of what you told me last night."

Briony proceeded as best she could, although it was difficult to summon up all that had happened in the months Shaso dan-Heza had been locked in the stronghold, let alone make a sensible tale of it. She told him of Bar-rick's fever and of Avin Brone's spy who claimed to have seen agents of the Autarch of Xis in the Tolly's great house at Summerfield Court. She told him about the caravan apparently attacked by the fairies, of Guard Captain Vansen's expedition and what happened to them, and of the advancing army of the Twilight People that had apparently invaded and secured the mainland city of Southmarch across Brenn's Bay, leaving only the castle free. She even told him of the strange potboy Gil and his dreams, or at least what little about them she could remember.

Although the Skimmer girl had shown no other signs of paying atten-tion to the bizarre catalogue of events, when she heard CHI's pronounce¬ments about Barrick, Ena put down her washing and sat up straight. "Porcupine's eye? He said to beware the Porcupine's eye?"

"Yes, what of it?"

"The Porcupine-woman is one of the most ill-named of all the Old Ones," Ena said seriously. "She is death's companion."

"What does that mean?" Briony asked. "And how would you know?"

The secretive smile stretched the girl's wide mouth again, but her eyes did not meet Briony's. "Even on Skimmer's Lagoon, we know some im¬portant things."

"Enough," said Shaso angrily. "I will sleep today-I do not like being a burden. When the sun goes down, we will leave. Girl," he said to Ena, "take us to the Marrinswalk coast and then your service will be over."

"As long as you eat something else before we leave," Ena told him. "More soup-you barely touched what I gave you. I promised my father I would keep you safe, and if you collapse again he will be angry"

Shaso looked at her as if she might be mocking him. She stared back, unfraid. "Then I will eat," he said at last.

Briony spent much of the afternoon staring out at the bay, fearful of see¬ing boats coming toward the island. When she got too cold at last, she went in and warmed herself at the fire.

On her way back to her sentinel perch in the heather, she walked through the lodge-a place that once, because of its small size, had been more familiar to her than Southmarch Castle itself. Even in daylight it now seemed as strange as everything else because of the way the world had changed, all the things which had been so familiar and ordinary trans¬formed in a single night.

Right here, in this room, is where Father told us the story about Hiliometes and the manticore. A tennight ago she would have sworn she could never forget the smallest detail of what it had felt like to huddle in the blankets on their father's bed and hear the tale of the demigod's great battle for the first time, yet here she was in the very chamber and suddenly it all seemed vague. Had Kendrick been with them, or had he gone to bed, intent on going out early in the morning with old Nynor to catch fish? Had there been a fire, or had it been one of those rare, truly hot summer nights on M'Helan's Rock when the servants were told to leave all but the kitchen fire unlit? She couldn't re