Something flickers in Palamedes' expression at the mention of Cytherea. He had spent weeks assuming the woman was Dulcinea, only to discover that she was Dulcinea's murderer. His emotions on the matter of the mad Lyctor are decidedly complicated.

"I don't mean Cytherea. Camilla and I had a plan. A contingency. In the event of my death. But she's going to need a necromancer to make it work."