Kael had been in Scotland ninety years ago.
He had not told anyone this. The Nightshade Court's records showed a standard operational deployment: intelligence observation, northern territory, late autumn. The notation was precise and entirely uninformative.
He had not told anyone because there was a difference between information and testimony. You could deliver information from behind the controlled surface. Testimony had to come from somewhere else.
He had been keeping the ledger for a long time.
The dead archivist's records had opened a specific entry that he had been, without fully realizing it, waiting to open for ninety years.
He sat in the relay tent at two in the morning with the third volume open to the page he had already read eleven times and looked at the notation that ha
