Do you know how far the wall is from the mines?” <br />He gave her blank look. She closed her eyes and sighed dramatically. <br />“From my shaft, it was three hundred sixty-three feet. I had someone measure.”<br /><br />“So?” Dorian repeated.<br /><br />“Captain Westfall, how far do slaves make it from the mines when they try to escape?”<br /><br />“Three feet,” he muttered. “Endovier sentries usually shoot a man down before he's moved three feet.”<br /><br />The Crown Prince's silence was not her desired effect. “You knew it was suicide,” he said at last, the amusement gone. <br /><br />Perhaps it had been a bad idea to bring up the wall. <br /><br />“Yes.”<br />...<br />“I never intended to escape.