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BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 66 The Girl Who Listened
AmaI do not know how to sit by a fire I am not tending.Fifty thousand years, and I have only ever known the edge. You keep one eye on the dark, one on the faces, and your mouth ready. The fire is for the others. The teller stands just outside its warmth, because the teller has to see the whole circle at once.Somebody put a stool down for me.It was a plain three-legged thing of rough wood, the kind you'd find in any hut at the world's beginning. Nobody had made it. Tamsin swore it hadn't been in the room an hour ago. And in the nursery hearth, which had also not been there, a small fire had started. It was a low, orange, ordinary fire that smelled of cedar and woodsmoke, and it threw a ring of light across the floorboards. The whole family stood outside it."It's yours," said Odessa, gently. "If you want it.""I don't know how.""You sit down.""I mean the rest." My voice came out cracked and small. "I have never been the one who is told. I would not know where to put my hands."Ma
BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 65: The Door With No Latch
The WolfI bite. I would like that understood before anything else.I have lain in a hollowed log for ten thousand years, listening to people be given things. Hush got a name and a lullaby. Ward got a coat and a mouth to borrow. Ember got a sister who held her while she cried. Every one of them came out of the dark with a word stuck to their chest like a tag on a parcel.I looked at those words closely, and they were all leashes. Hush, to keep her quiet. Ward, to keep him watching. Sorrow, to keep her heavy. Even the lovely ones had a job folded up inside. Pearl is precious. Sparrow is small. Wynne is kind.Nobody ever named anything free.So when a nine-day-old baby put her chin on the rim of my log and said hello, I showed her every tooth I had. She did not flinch. She studied them with scholarly interest, as though they were an unusual typeface."Lots," she said.YES, I said."Good." She patted the moss. "You'll need them."I had no answer to that. I'd been ready for tears, or soft
BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 64: The Name Under Her Tongue
The Ninth OdessaI had been carrying it so long I'd stopped feeling its weight.It sat under my tongue like a stone from a riverbed. I'd found it in the dark under the Dark, in the first century, when the Dark was still learning thank you and I was still telling myself I'd go home by morning. Some nights I took it out and turned it over. I never said it aloud. Say a name once, and the thing it belongs to becomes real enough to leave.The girl in the blue basket was looking at me with her one open eye.She was about six, pale as milk, with hair so fair it seemed to hold its own light. Her lips were still shaping excuse me, soundless, like a prayer she'd said so often it had worn smooth. She wasn't asking for much. She'd have taken anything. I'd have been ashamed to give her a spare."Aunt Odessa?" said Sparrow, from her crooked chair. "Are you all right? You've gone a funny color.""I'm fine, love.""You're not." She said it with great gentleness. "I'd know. I'm good at the not-fine fa
BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 63 The Seat Nobody Kept
Chapter 63: The Seat Nobody KeptOdessaThe second cradle was a nest.I'd noticed it the first night and never looked closely. It sat under the pale gold window, a hollowed bowl of woven twigs and moss lined with a scrap of gray wool, and Matin had said its name so softly that I'd mistaken it for a sigh. Sparrow. Now the whole nest was trembling, and something inside it was drawing breath in short, furious sips, like a person trying not to cry in a public place.Ruth's pantry had stopped being a pantry. Jam jars and flour were gone, and in their place stood the long low nursery with its eight colored windows. Pearl's cradle was empty, because Pearl was asleep on the ninth Odessa's shoulder with her fist in her mouth. The room smelled of rain and warm milk and someone's burned toast."Don't crowd her," said Matin, though she'd gone white around the mouth herself. "Stand back. She's the shy one.""How do you know?""She's the one who never turned toward me." Matin had her blanket presse
BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 62 The Toast Nobody Finished
AdaezeMy grandmother did not drink the champagne.She held the glass an inch from her mouth, and Pearl's scream rang out of the kitchen and down the whole lane. Four thousand people flinched. A dog barked in the village. Nan stopped with her lips parted and her eyes on the horizon, like a woman who has been interrupted in church and decided to be gracious about it."Well," she said. "That's a lot of lung for one so new.""Nan. Please.""I heard her, Ada." She lowered the flute, very slowly. "I'm not deaf, only dead.""Pearl says it's a goodbye.""Pearl is correct." She said it so simply that my knees nearly went. "It is a goodbye. That's what a toast to the past is. Whoever wrote that title was a clever girl, and she knew exactly what she was doing.""Then why would you drink it?"My grandmother looked down at me. Her veil had gone damp at the edges, and under it her eyes were bright and fierce and a little amused. It was the face she wore when she was about to teach me something I w
BOUND TO THE DYING HEIR Chapter 6q The Man With the Tray
OdessaFour thousand people turned around at once, and the lane made a sound like wheat in a high wind.A man was shoving his way up from the far end, elbowing past umbrellas and school jumpers and one gentleman in a dressing gown, with something silver held over his head like a shield. He was short and round and about sixty, with a waxed mustache gone limp in the damp and a bow tie hanging by one side. His waistcoat had a stain down the front. Behind him, struggling to keep up, came a ragged column of people in uniforms: a girl in a valet's red jacket, a man in violinist's tails clutching a case to his chest, a woman in a coat-check apron, a photographer with three cameras round her neck and her bun coming down."Pardon me!" the man bellowed. "Staff coming through! Mind the tray!""Who is that?" I said."I don't..." Evan stopped. I felt his whole body go still beside me. "Gus?"The man froze in the middle of the lane with the tray still over his head. Rain ran off the end of his must
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