Chapter: Chapter 16Three days is not very long to prove a man is a liar.I spent the first of them learning that everyone in Nightwater Keep had an opinion about me, and none of them wanted to share it with my face.The kitchen fell silent when I walked in. The stable boys found urgent business elsewhere. A woman hanging washing on the east wall looked at me, looked at the sentry beside her, and picked up her basket with the air of someone leaving a room where a dog might bite. I did not blame her. I had come to ask questions about the ford, and every answer was the same one, given in the same flat voice.We were attacked. We defended ourselves. Ask the king."I'm asking you," I told a burly farrier at the smithy, the second time."And I'm telling you, Blade." He did not look up from his anvil. "Ask the king.""The king wasn't watching the western ridge."That made him look up. He studied me for a long moment, wary and unfriendly, with soot in the creases of his face."You want the western ridge," he sa
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Chapter: Chapter 15I found him in the training yard at dawn.I hadn't meant to. I told myself I'd come down to walk off a bad night's sleep, and that the ache under my ribs was pulling me toward the smell of cold iron and sawdust for no reason at all. That the reason happened to be standing in the middle of the packed earth with a wooden practice sword in his hand was pure coincidence.He was working alone. No tunic, only a plain shirt with the sleeves shoved to the elbow, and the sword moved through the gray light in long, slow forms, like a man who thought better when his hands were busy. He did not turn when I came through the arch. But the pattern hitched, once, and I knew he'd felt me."You're up early," Luca said."Apparently, so are you.""I don't sleep well." A pass, a turn, a downward cut. "I'm told it's a character flaw.""Who told you?""Everyone."I folded my arms and leaned against the post. The morning was raw and cold and smelled of the lake. Up on the wall, a sentry shifted his weight an
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Chapter: Chapter 14The horn came on the fifth day, a single low note from the far shore.I was on the wall walk with a borrowed cloak around my shoulders, pretending to study the lake, when it sounded. I knew it before the echo died. Three years of parleys and border talks had taught me every horn the Frostmaw owned, and this one meant white flag, envoy, do not shoot.Below me, in the courtyard, the whole keep stopped moving.Maeve had not come to find me that morning. A boy had knocked at my door instead and told me, very politely, that the lady Maeve was "busy in the tower." I had thanked him. I had not asked what she was busy with."They're crossing the causeway," a sentry called down. "Three riders. One flag."Three. I gripped the cold stone until my knuckles ached.They were waiting at the gate when I reached the courtyard.Luca stood at the head of the causeway with Dax at his shoulder and a dozen Blackmere war
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Chapter: Chapter 13I did not see Luca the next day.I told myself I didn't notice. I ate the breakfast someone left outside my door, and I stood at the window watching the black lake move under a low, gray sky, and when the ache under my ribs stirred, faint and restless, I told myself that was only my body missing its own strength.At the third bell, someone kicked my door open."Good morning!" said a voice, cheerful and unrepentant. "I brought clothes. Don't be angry with the door, it's very old and it had it coming."A young woman swept into the room with a tray balanced in one hand and a bundle of cloth under her arm, kicked the door shut behind her with one heel, and put the tray down on my table with a clatter. She was perhaps twenty-four, slight and quick, with auburn hair dragged into a braid that had given up somewhere around her shoulders and a spray of freckles across her nose. There was ink on her fingers. There was flour on her sleeve. And when she turned and lo
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Chapter: Chapter 12I woke to the smell of woodsmoke and wet stone.For a while I just lay there, staring up at a ceiling of dark timber beams, trying to work out where I was. The bed was wide and soft and piled with furs. A fire burned low in the hearth. Somewhere beyond the walls, water lapped against rock in a slow, steady rhythm, and the air was cold and clean and tasted of pine.Then the memory came back all at once, and I sat up so fast the room spun.The ford. The arrows. Dorian's face.I was in a plain linen shift that was not mine. My hands were bare and clean. My body ached in a hundred places, a deep bone-weary ache, as though I had been wrung out like a washcloth, and beneath it, quiet and steady and warm, there was something I had not felt in a week.The hollow under my ribs was gone.I put a hand flat against my chest. It felt like breathing out after holding my breath for days.He's close, I thought, and hated how much I
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Chapter: Chapter 11 LucaThe night of the ford.She weighed almost nothing.That was the first thing I noticed, carrying her through the gates of Nightwater at dusk with my shoulder bleeding down my ribs and the whole keep gone silent around me. I had held swords heavier than she was. I had carried wounded warriors half again my own size. And yet I could not shake the sense that I was holding something that might vanish if I loosened my grip.Her head lay against my chest. Her hair had come loose and fell across my arm, pale as frost, stained with river mud. Her breath was slow and shallow. Every few steps, the thread between us flared, a hot bright pulse of alive, alive, alive, and every time it did, I stopped breathing for a moment until it steadied."My king," someone whispered.I did not stop. I did not look. "Fetch Ovrin."They parted for me like water.The healer was an old man, gnarled and fussy and unafrai
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