Chapter 73: Fear Of Poison
"—I'm telling you, I heard it with my own ears. The King," whispered Jarn, eyes wide and gleaming in the dim torchlight of the barracks hall, "was in the council chamber. With her."
"You're drunk," Rolfe snapped, tossing a grimy cloth over his shoulder and leaning back on his stool. "The King doesn't roll around on royal documents with a servant girl."
"She's not just a servant—Odi," Jarn pressed, glancing around like the walls themselves might listen. "That wild thing who came in with the Princess. The one who scowls like a crow and walks like she owns the ground."
"She's a slave, Jarn," Geddin muttered from the corner, polishing his blade in slow, even strokes. "And you're dicing with the noose. That kind of talk gets men killed. Quietly."
