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much better," he said, offering oblique comfort.
"I'm glad," she replied, "but she's not safe. As soon as he lays hands on her, she tells him everything. She can't help it. Now take these things and go."
She gestured vaguely in a direction from which Pasgen could feel the power of a Gate. It was not the Gate by which he had entered this Unformed domain, but it was much closer than the one he had used.
Pasgen opened his mouth and closed it. As far as he knew there was nothing he or Rhoslyn were doing that should be concealed from Vidal Dhu. Their master had demanded that they remove Henry FitzRoy as a threat to Princess Mary's eventual elevation to the throne, and that was precisely what they were doing. But if Rhoslyn was in addition doing something she did not want Llanelli to divulge to Vidal Dhu . . . he didn't want to know about it.
So he swallowed his questions and doubts, shrugged, and looked hard at the drooling idiot. At his gesture, it rose to its feet, stumbled to the corpse, and lifted it. Pasgen mounted Torgan. The idiot staggered along in the not-horse's wake. Fortunately the Gate was not far. Pasgen drew the shambling thing beside him so he could touch it and bring it through the Gate with him.
They came out in Gateways!
Pasgen drove his wavering charge off to the left to leave the Gate clear, and sat for a moment looking around. He had been here before, but never on purpose, and it shocked him that Rhoslyn would direct him here. He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the strangeness and danger of the place. If Rhoslyn was using Gateways to reach the area in which she was creating, she was desperate to hide her trail. But why?
Pasgen heard a thud and turned quickly to find the cause, his sword half drawn. Very few, if any, lived in Gateways for the place