“It’s been dyed, the color bleached out. And don’t worry, I took the liberty of checking the hair between his legs before I turned his body over to your men. It didn’t match.” “You mean you have white—” Elma said, then bit her tongue. “Yes,” Rune said impatiently. “I’ll show you later, you depraved thing. But first, care to shed any light on these events? Any idea why a man might be traipsing through your citadel disguised as a Slödavan? I can think of at least one reason.”
