The wagon stopped a hundred yards from our gates. Close enough to be threatening. Far enough to make approach difficult.

For a moment, nothing happened. Just silence and the oppressive weight of midday sun beating down on the courtyard.

Then a figure stepped from the wagon's escort. I recognized him immediately. Council Member Aldric. One of the oldest members. One who'd voted in favor of our bond during the trial.

One who, according to Gideon's dying words, had probably killed my ...