"Yes," she answered, and then added bitterly, "Kerrel was right about him, after all."
Joris said, "That isn't what I mean."
Something in his tone made Shairn turn and look at him. He went on. "I'm sorry you got yourself into this. You're only doing what you believe to be right. But so is Trehearne. So am I."
He dropped his bombshell so quietly that for a moment neither Shairn nor Trehearne could quite believe that they had understood him.
Shairn got up off the edge of the table. She backed away, her eyes fixed on Joris in horrified incredulity. "You, Joris! You an Orthist!" Her tone made the words a denial.
But Joris nodded and said, "Yes."
Abruptly, Trehearne laughed. Shairn swung around. "You heard?" she said to the guard. "Arrest Joris!"
The guard shook his head and smiled. "Hardly. I'm Joris' man."
It was Shairn's turn now to stand like a trapped thing, searching for escape and not finding it.
Trehearne said, "May I move now?" His voice was a bit shaky with relief.