Sonia purses her lips. "I know," she says tartly. "I tried suborn him, get him to help me pull a good one on Ezar, but I could barely coax the boy into talking to me. I've never met a child so thoroughly immune to sugar as an incentive."

Sonia rolls her head on her shoulders, looking thoughtful, and then swivels her head back to look up at Byerly. "What else do you know?"