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328 pages, Hardcover
First published May 10, 2011
I sniffed my bowl. The scent was faint but detectable: eastern wasp powder. Rare and expensive, but she was a princess. The poison acted in an hour or two, caused chills, fever, tremors, a tight throat, death. A single swallow would be enough to kill me. But I would feel no sharp pain, no agony. No suffering.
"You concocted the wrist flick when you heard about the will, and you will make sure His Majesty is informed as soon as you may. Lodie, why will he do so?" (...)
"Because Master Thiel doesn't want Sir Misyur to inherit."
"And what else?"
I spoke slowly, reasoning it out. "Because ... neither ... will ... His ... Majesty ..." I had it! "His Majesty will seize the castle. People will believe Sir Misyur guilty because he had riches to gain." I felt breathless. "Master Thiel will receive a reward for his lie."