At the top of the stairs, Ark held the door for Clara, then escorted her through the damp grass to a clear area, past the stables. Guards were already gathered there, those from below as well as those from above from the stables, and other buildings. They stood around a snapping fire, some even warming their hands, as if they needed such trifles. Clara saw the offender, his hands tied behind his back, attention on those dancing flames. She watched the firelight reflected in his ...