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for vengeance, but she never promised to stop fighting.” Theodore took two strides up the staircase. “I will let you know if I hear anything new,” he said, glad to end the conversation.
    Only minutes later, he was finishing his wash when someone forced the door to his chamber open. It was William again.
    “She is here, Theodore! Kara-Meir is here!”
    At last!
    Theodore’s heart raced. He felt such relief that she had arrived. Quickly he wiped the water from his face, hiding his smile with his towel.
    “She is at the Flying Donkey Inn,” William continued. “If we hurry we can be there within half an hour.”
    “We shall ride,” Theodore said, his hand gripping William’s arm in eagerness. “Soon you will see why she is special, William.”
    “I know she is touched by the gods, Theodore.”
    The two friends ran to the stables. As they rode out through the courtyard Theodore noticed palace guards chatting with great animation. He was struck by how the mere mention of Kara’s name had lifted the spirits of the men.
    Theodore and William left their horses with a member of the city guards, for the crowd outside the inn was too dense for them to pass on horseback. A dozen of the guards, clad in yellow tabards worn over their chain mail, kept a wary eye to ensure that things did not get out of control.
    Suddenly, a voice shouted from the second floor window of the inn, and a man waved for attention.
    Quickly, the crowd hushed.
    “Kara-Meir is here,” he called. “But she has travelled far, and is exhausted. She will spend tonight at the Flying Donkey, and already has retired for the night. Tomorrow afternoon she will appear at this very window, to speak to you before heading to the palace to attend the Midsummer festivities. There will be nothing more to see today, however.” With that he closed the shutters.
    The crowd gave a collective groan and broke up.
    How strange that Kara would arrive, yet send no word, Theodore thought, a sense of disquiet clawing at the back of his neck. And even more so that she would allow such a fellow to speak for her.
    The disappointed populace quickly returned to their homes, allowing Theodore and William to make their way inside.
    “Why didn’t she come to the palace?” William asked as Theodore ascended the stairway.
    “I don’t know,” Theodore replied. “But I intend to find out.”
    “Hold it!” a heavy-set man prevented Theodore from climbing any farther. “This whole floor has been given to Kara-Meir.”
    “I am Squire Theodore, of the Knights of Falador,” he said. “I am Kara’s associate.”
    The man looked back over his shoulder to the innkeeper, who stood on the landing above. Theodore recognised him as the man who had addressed the crowd.
    “Your name is known to us Squire Theodore,” the innkeeper said, “but Kara-Meir has left very specific instructions...” He looked at once embarrassed and emboldened. “She doesn’t want to be disturbed... by anyone.”
    Theodore opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn’t form the words. His stomach felt as if it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
    “But this is Theodore!” William protested. “He is the man who saved Kara-Meir’s life, and fought with her at the siege of Falador!”
    The innkeeper looked uncertain. After a moment he seemed to arrive at a decision.
    “Wait here,” he said, disappearing from the landing.
    Theodore listened for Kara’s voice, but the sounds rising from the main room of the tavern made it impossible to hear anything else. After a few moments the man returned, the expression on his face unreadable.
    “I have told her you are here,” he said. “But she is very tired. She has asked you to return tomorrow.”
    “What about her companions—Gar’rth? And Arisha?” Theodore said finally. “Are they also unavailable?”
    The innkeeper shook his head.
    “I know of no such persons. She is alone, aside from a street urchin she has employed as her