Forged letter, supposedly from Clarissa Benobles, which the party "let slip" into the hands of the spy at the Golden House:

Lord to be.

The word spoke truth, and I have passed within unremarked, done my business and will meet you at our appointed time and place. They sensed nothing and their tomes let me know where lie three more of the seven. The backer I arranged does not know for what word he pays, and will bear the burden of failure -- though the door to the soft bedroom confirms that the materials acquired from the starless will not be detected, and protections will fail.  They will require the mindtwister in payment.  I confirmed the shipment arrived today, and depart to complete the work. The four horses will ride for you, my love, not him.  A dear child's blood seems a cheap price for such as we will have.

The dancer's knife warns that you must seize the girdle of power at once. It will call out for one worthy, and you must not tarry to take your prize the first of seven steps.  Fail to seize it quickly and your seat will be uncertain.

Once you are girded and crowned, I have the key to the phoenix, and it will not take any bars of gold.

All is within our grasp,

Lady dancer