“If I may, mistress,” the dog spoke after what it assumed to be a reasonable amount of time. She turned slowly. “We may not know where the crown is, but we do know who its current owner is meant to be,” he said. Her ear flicked involuntarily beneath her hood, causing her frown to deepen. The dog’s head seemed to shimmer, misinterpreting her gesture. “More importantly, we know where he will be. And when.”