“I doubt that boy king ever intended to let you walk out of the Palace of Elfhame alive. He fought hard to keep you.” “Cardan?” That doesn’t sound like him. “Half my knights never made it out,” he informs me grimly. “We got in easily enough, but the brugh itself closed around us. Doorways cracked and shrank. Vines and roots and leaves obstructed our way, closed like vises on our necks, crushed and strangled us.”
