One minute Nobilor was leaning into the bend. The next the chariot was flying through space. Down. And down. And down… When a consignment of gold goes missing near the Federation’s flagship posting station, Lysander can think of no better person to investigate than Iliona. The High Priestess of a river god paying homage at the Lake of Light is the perfect cover. But when an Olympic wrestler’s chariot careens over a cliff, Iliona doesn’t believe it was the accident it appeared. The only question is, which of the three women in his life staged the murder?