Chapter 2Within his prison walls, the distant revelries had been a taunt, reminding Liseny of everything denied him. Beyond them, with Tanash in the lead, they rang a clarion to liberty, a song of jubilation he would carry to his deathbed, even if that turned out to be today.
But he didn’t believe it would be. Tanash moved through the citadel like a ghost who’d spent centuries roaming its halls. He made no sound, never hesitated when he chose a different corner. Occasionally, he would glance over his shoulder and lock eyes with Liseny, but otherwise, his focus was forward, on their freedom and nothing else.
Liseny harbored no lingering apprehension that Tanash was who he said he was. Though he had been taken from Tasora when he was barely five years old, he recognized his family crest, t
