"Royce found Hadrian splitting logs near the stockade gate. He was naked to the waist except for the small silver medallion that dangled from his neck as he bent forward to place another wedge. He had a solid sweat worked up along with a sizable pile of wood. "Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they didn't have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" "And you? Did you find the doorknob?" Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. "I didn't even get close enough to see a door." "Well, look on the bright side"--Hadrian smiled--"at least you weren't captured and condemned to death this time." "That's the bright side?" "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy." There he is," Russell Bothwick shouted, pointing. "That's Royce over there." "What's going on?" Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. "I mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like," Hadrian explained. "What did you think? They were coming to lynch you?" He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-empty kinda guy." "Half empty?" Hadrian chuckled. "Was there ever any drink in that glass?"