Syris didn't blink.
"My lowest dungeon," he said.
"There's a door in the wall of the fox's cell. Stone, same as the rest. You push on it, and it slides back."
"I had that cage built for him."
"Not the cage. The wall behind it. I don't think you had the door built."
His tongue flicked out and went back in. "What is behind it?"
"Nothing. A drop. A long one."
She had screamed the whole way down. He didn't need to know that part.
"There's a pool at the bottom," she said. "Salt water."
Syris's eyes went to her empty hands.
"There are steps cut in the rock to climb back out. I never used them. The current at the bottom pulls you into a tunnel, and the tunnel comes out over a waterfall." Ren swallowed. "I went down there at night. On the other side, it was day. Blue sky. Trees. Sun."
"That is not possible."
"I know."
When Syris spoke again, his voice had gone flat.
"How do you know there is a door in the fox's cell?"
"Because I fell through it."
"When?"
