The carriage in which Amber was taken to the Palace was small and plain and had no windows. Inside it was dark and stuffy. She felt like she was being taken to prison or perhaps an execution, squished between the nervous Alan and stoic Tor. As they set off, there was an uncomfortable silence in which Amber's mind raced with questions. What kind of ridiculous "rule" was requiring them to do this to her? Was she going to be guarded? Once she escaped, would they try to hunt her down? Would her family be in danger? Would they need to flee the city?
Her frantic thoughts were interupted when Tor suddenly spoke. "I'm sure you have many questions, all of which I assure you will be answered in time. Be patient. In the meanwhile, we have a few questions for you. I hope you won't mind answering them." The look he gave her indicated she did not really have