Syris didn't move.
The guard kept his eyes on the floor. His chest was still heaving.
"Did you touch the wall?" Syris asked.
"The wall, my King?"
"Behind the cage."
"No, my King."
"Good. Take four guards. Put them in the fox's cell with their backs to that wall."
"In the cell, my King?"
"Inside it. If that wall moves, I want it to move into them."
The guard swallowed. "Yes, my King."
"Nobody touches it until I come down."
"Yes, my King."
He went, faster than he had come.
"And if they come back up that way?" Ren asked.
"Then they will find four of my guards sitting in their doorway."
Ren looked at Syris. "You're not going down there yourself?"
"You said the tiger cannot wait."
She opened her mouth and shut it again.
"Go," Syris said. "I am coming."
This time, in the corridor, he slowed down for her.
