“Do you think anyone—apart from myself—survived the fever as a child?” My stomach turned. “Without getting caught?” Whatever she had expected me to ask, it was not that. The lines in her face grew taut, and when she spoke, her voice was small. “I don’t know, Elspeth. I doubt it.” “Surely someone else—” “The Destriers and Physicians bring every infected child here—to Stone. To the dungeon. And we know what happens in the dungeon.”
