Devia climbed back through the passage and took another that led straight to her room. She paced for a moment debating on leaving again. "Maybe I should give it a few days," she mumbled to herself. She shrugged and took leave through her window. She whistled an almost silent whistle and a a big red horse responded.<br/><br/>He trotted up to her the feathers on his legs flowing. He was heer pride and joy. His name was cassanova and he was an old world gypsy vanner. He was never saddled because she preffered to ride bareback. Devia took off in the same direction Javert had. She was an excellent tracker. She followed his scent to a small path. She dismounted and dismissed cass. She took to the trees so she was not seen. Devia found Javert and the man that had came in to see the queen. "How interesting," she smiled taking perch where she could clearly hear and seen the men.