“And you, fat one. How did you come by the sword?” Boghaz sighed, nodded at Carse. “From him, Highness. It’s a handsome weapon and I’m a thief by trade.”
“Is that the only reason you wanted it?”
Boghaz’ face was a model of innocent surprise. “What other reason could there be? I’m no fighting man. Besides, there were the belt and collar. You can see for yourself, Highness, that all are valuable.”
Her face did not show whether she believed him or not. She turned to Carse.
“The sword belonged to you, then?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I bought it from a trader.”
“Where?”
“In the northern country, beyond Shun.”