Oh, Azabeth was an expert liar, granted. And this was what came of being a liar who was actually innocent - when it came down to it, no one but those closest to her were absolutely certain if she was telling the truth or not. But more importantly than that, the fox had been outfoxed. Lelahai was a better planner, if not necessarily the better liar, or the better woman. The placement of those archers at the edge of Shatterglass was too convenient for Az's tastes, hidden in the gargoyle-downspouts of the old Chantry building. Who else would have known Az's thinking? Who else would have been prepared for a rooftop chase?
But these arguments were pointless and she knew it. Ordhan was one of Lelahai's own, and that Az hadn't yet been dragged in trussed like a First Day turkey to be thrown at the neophyte Arlessa's feet was a miracle in itself. But Ordhan's caution sparked slow, wary curiosity in Ordhan, and one of Az's scarlet brows went up as she carefully considered him. "Yes, they still are," she agreed, but only tentatively. Where was he going with this?