The purge ran through the night and the following day, and it was fast because the loyalists had spent a season learning exactly where everything needed breaking.
The tower was sealed pending inquiry. Lealdo was taken at his morning tea with two hundred pages of his own cipher spread across the council table before him, and the great mage of the eastern canopy, confronted by his own signature and his own formula and the word Rootsiphon in his own handwriting, elected to cooperate with a thoroughness that astonished his interrogators.
The tower's officiants who had woven in the arena stands were identified by name. The poisoner was found. The poison was catalogued.
Faelor raved in a root cell.
