"It ought to be quite a show," said the squire, obviously enjoying the attention of the crowd. "The false Shamer has been convicted of witchcraft and treason and is to be executed tomorrow." I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I knew now where my mother was. Drakan had her. And tomorrow he would give her to the dragons. Who dares look into the Shamer's eyes? Dina has unwillingly inherited her mother's gift: the ability to elicit shamed confessions...