The rumor reached Nerith early. One of her clerks brought it into her office with requests for clarification from several administrators. Lyren had personally brought Trafalgar du Morgain into Meraval, and Nerith had spent weeks copying restricted records from Nyssara's household archive. By morning, those facts were being repeated together through the castle.
Nerith read the notes and placed them beside her breakfast. Her clerk remained in front of the desk, waiting.
"Do they want a denial?"
"They want to know what your response is."
"Then give them one. I copied the records. I gave information from them to Lord Morgain. If anybody wants to know why, tell them they may ask me directly."
The clerk glanced down at the notes again, checking whether she meant every request. Nerith gave him no reason to think otherwise.
"All of them?"
"All of them."
