Bab 52: Chapter 52: Loss, Part 4

They turned down a short hall onto a long one, and a figure sitting in a chair at the end, next to a set of austere-looking double doors, leapt to his feet. "Rath! Fynn!" Teller said and strode down the hall toward them. When he reached Rath, Teller hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, Rath. That never should have happened."

"It's not your fault. I'm sure the guard watching him did everything they could." Rath had no doubt his father had been offended by the whole idea of being watched by a guard, if not terrified, given how little of what he did was legal. He'd probably slipped the guard's watch the moment he could.

"Come on," Teller said, squeezing his shoulder. "The Lord High Constable is waiting. Fynn, she said you and I should go find out what happened to the guard that was watching him, since she'd like to keep this to as few people as possible until we have a better idea of what happened."