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Chapter IV

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AILIS

I appreciated that answer more than I expected.

He did not tell me yes because it would comfort me.

He did not tell me no because it would be easier.

He simply did not know.

“Can you find out?”

“We can try.”

I looked down at the parchment again.

My name was on it.

I could not read the rest upside down.

“Do I have to decide now?”

“No.”

Something in my shoulders loosened.

“Aedrath is arranging lodging for those freed here who have nowhere safe to go at once. Food as well. Healers if needed.
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    AilisThe Rhevan woman I had seen serving yesterday came in while I was carrying cups back to the counter.She had not been there that morning.I noticed because she looked offensively rested.Her dark outer wrap came off near the back door. Beneath it she wore a plain dress, sleeves already folded to the elbow. She hung the wrap on a peg, took down an apron, and tied it around her waist.Maela saw her.“Neris.”The woman looked over.Another name.Useful.Maela said something while pointing toward the front tables.Neris answered, then walked directly toward the man who had been waiting for another drink.No confusion.No staring at empty cups.No acting out entire concepts.She simply took the cup.I disliked her a little.This was jealousy.Work jealousy.A respectable kind.Probably.Neris passed me on the way back.Her long Rhevan ears shifted as someone called from behind us. She answered without turning, filled the cup, and carried it back.I watched.The customer said somet

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    AilisWhen I reached the end, a plate appeared on the counter beside me.I picked it up.The cook said something sharply.I stopped.He pointed.Not toward a table.At me.I looked down.Surr.The crisp-edged kind.Onions.Roots underneath, split open and browned where they had touched the pan.A piece of bread sat against one side soaking up something dark.I looked at him again.He pointed at me a second time.“Mine?”Nothing.I touched my chest.He nodded.Oh.I sat immediately.There was an empty place at the small table nearest the kitchen.I had not been aware of it until now.The first piece of surr was too hot.I discovered this after putting it in my mouth.There were two possible solutions.Spit it out.Die.I chose a third and chewed carefully while breathing through my nose.The cook watched.I swallowed.He said something.I understood the tone.“I know.”He did not know that I knew.This was becoming a recurring problem in Aedrath.I cut the next piece smaller.Better.M

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    AilisThe footman offered me the parcel.I wiped my hands before taking it.The linen was clean.Good.I untied the cord.Folded the wrapping back.And stopped.The cloth inside was blue.Not Eilin blue.Darker.Cooler.The kind of blue that needed a good dye bath, good water, and someone willing to throw away a batch if the color broke badly.The garment beneath it was finer than the footman’s coat.Much finer.A sleeve lay folded across the top.Along its edge ran embroidery in pale thread so delicate that I bent closer before I realized I was doing it.Small leaves.Curving stems.Tiny --I touched one with the tip of my finger.No.Not leaves.Feathers.Each barely wider than the needle that had made it.The footman said something.I did not answer.One section near the lower edge had pulled loose.Three feathers lifted from the cloth.The thread itself had survived.Mostly.The foundation beneath it had not.I turned the sleeve.The damaged area was worse from the back.Whoever h

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    AilisShe repeated it. Then pointed away from herself. And back.Return.Maybe.I repeated it.She corrected me.I repeated it again.Less correction.“Return?”She nodded.Oh.I looked toward the men.General Aodren was returning.That was reasonable.The war had been won.Or mostly won.Or enough of it had been won that people kept saying victory while soldiers were still somewhere south.My knowledge of war had never been especially useful.Before Eilin fell, it had consisted mostly of maps my father did not allow me to put cups on.Afterward, it had consisted of learning which roads to avoid.I preferred the maps.Maela said something else.I caught the new word again.Return.Then she used another word.I did not know it.She pointed through the front window.Across the street, two men were fastening long strips of crimson cloth along the upper front of a shop.There had been no crimson cloth there yesterday.I looked farther down.Greenery had been tied above another doorway.A

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    AilisThe woman agreed too quickly.I looked at her.Then at the cuff she had put in my hands.The seam beneath the embroidered edge had opened where the sleeve met the wrist. Nothing difficult. The cloth itself was sound. Whoever had sewn it originally had simply been stingy with the overlap.I held up two fingers.“Two.”The woman nodded immediately.Suspicious.I looked at the cuff again.“Three.”Her eyebrows rose.I had apparently misunderstood how bargaining worked.Maela made a sound from behind the counter.I looked at her.She held up two fingers.The customer did the same.“Yes,” I said. “I see that everyone agrees except me.”Neither understood.That was probably for the best.I sat near the window with the cuff across my lap.The woman remained at the table beside me while I worked. She had come in for breakfast and somehow left one sleeve behind before finishing it. I had not yet learned whether this was normal in Aedrath.It was becoming normal near me.I opened two sti

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