Hart didn't look at her mistress immediately. For a moment she stared straight ahead, then her face turned to Sam. Her left eyebrow rose minutely, a silent question. He thought at first to keep his expression passive, to force her to decide without any input from him. Then, he thought about how much harder it would be to plan an escape without Rinaldi; the priest was his only ally here. Sam had no idea of Hart’s motivation in bringing him here, but she had certainly not asked his permission to kidnap him. Would asking her to take the priest’s part work for or against him? The moment was stretching out uncomfortably. He nodded to Hart.