Bahorel nods. "He seems to be avoiding anything to do with us-- but then he is a spy, it could be a front." He laughs. "I suppose I could try to provoke him into fights when he's here, and keep us both in the cells-- but no, never mind, we're supposed to be allowed books, now."

He sobers again. "And,here's something I at least didn't know: it seems we had two spies at our barricade. You remember the fellow who killed the porter."

It's not a question.