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POV: KADE ASHBORN“Read it again, Dorn. Hold it to the lantern and tell me which hand your daughter writes with. Because this scrap was written by someone who has never held a pen in that hand, and it smells like a place I know.”It was deep night, and the column had halted at a ruined shepherd’s hut to rest the horses. They had left me on the litter in the lee of the wall, my hands tied before me, the cord humming its tune. Dorn knelt beside me with his back to the guards, a small scrap of paper trembling between his fingers.He had pulled it from the lining of his left boot. He said it came a week ago, tied to the leg of a pigeon that landed on his window sill. He had told no one.“It says, Papa, they say I am safe. I am not.” Dorn’s lips moved over the words. “That is all. It is her writing.”“Is it?” I took the scrap from him carefully, between two fingers. The letters were large and crooked, as though every stroke had been fought for. “Mara writes small. When she was twelve she w
Forbidden Under the Blood Moon chapter 384
POV: WREN THORNE“I never received your letter, Ivy. Not one word of it. But there are forty grey cloaks in my courtyard who have been polishing their boots for you since sundown, and they asked me to leave this postern door unlocked.”Edric said it in a whisper, with his lantern shuttered to a single slit. He was a broad, weathered man with a scar through one eyebrow and the stiff look of someone who had not slept in a week. He stood in the north postern of Marlhold with the door half open behind him, and the dark behind him smelled of woodsmoke and tallow.Ivy had gone white. “That is not possible. I wrote it myself. I sealed it, and I put it in the river for the moon to carry.”“Ivy.” Edric’s face softened. “Nobody in my lifetime has sent a letter by river. The river does not run to Marlhold. It runs north, to the moon seat.”For a moment nobody spoke. The wind pushed at my cloak. The pebble was cold in my fist.“So the moon carried it north,” I said slowly. “And somebody there rea
Forbidden Under the Blood Moon chapter 383
POV: KADE ASHBORN“You are awake, little wolf. I knew it when I gave you the mint and saw you hold your breath. Nobody holds his breath in a true sleep. Sit up slowly, and keep your eyes half closed, because the guard at the door watches shadows, not us.”I sat up slowly.We were inside a salt barn at a crossing the hunters called Cray Hollow. White blocks were stacked to the rafters, and the lantern light made them glow like frozen milk. My cord was looped around an iron ring in the floor. The hum of it was fainter here, as if the salt swallowed the song.“Only mint,” I said. “No sleepwort.”“I poured the sleepwort into the snow when the captain turned his back.” Dorn pressed a bowl of broth into my bound hands. “He will find out in the morning. By then I hope to have been useful in some other way.”“Dorn. Look at me.”He did. In the lantern light he looked a hundred years old.“I am going to ask you things the way you taught me to ask the reeves,” I said. “I want what you saw, what
Forbidden Under the Blood Moon chapter 382
POV: WREN THORNE“Mama, you cannot go like this. Your hands are shaking, the ring keeps singing, and the water will tell every grey cloak where you are the moment you leave. Take my stone. Please. Take it before you go.”Tansy stood barefoot on the cold flagstones in her nightgown, holding out one small closed fist. Her eyes were red from crying and furious about it.I knelt. “Tansy, love, you should be in bed.”“You are leaving.” She said it like an accusation. “Papa left. Now you leave. Everybody leaves and the Hearth goes quiet.”“Papa did not leave. Papa was taken.”“It is the same quiet.”I had no answer. She was three and a half years old, and she had just said the truest thing anyone had said all night.Hesper limped between us, her stick tapping the floor, and set a bundle on the bench. Grey felted wool, thick as a winter blanket. “Give me the ring, Sparrow.”“I need it for the north postern.”“You need it closed, and wrapped, and not looked at.” She took my hand and slid the
Forbidden Under the Blood Moon chapter 381
POV: KADE ASHBORN“Do not open your eyes, little wolf. Do not move your hands. The old man walking beside this litter is not the one you should fear tonight, and the men behind him can hear you breathe. Lie still and listen.”I lay still. It was the hardest thing I have ever done.The world came back to me in pieces. First came the cold, a bitter cold that crept under the blanket and bit my ribs. Then came the sound of a hundred boots on frozen road, the creak of poles under my back, and a horse blowing steam somewhere ahead. Last came the taste. Sweetmint, thin and sticky at the back of my throat. Sleepwort should have buried it. It had not.My wrists were tied in front of me with a cord that was not rope. It felt like wet wire. It hummed against my skin, soft and cold, like a bowl someone had struck and left ringing. My wolf stirred under it and went quiet again, as if the cord had told him to hush.“He has not moved since the ford,” a rough voice said, very close. “Is he dead, old
Forbidden Under the Blood Moon chapter 380
POV: WREN THORNE“Mama, Papa stopped singing. The cord on my wrist is burning, and the water is showing a snowy road, and a lot of grey cloaks are carrying Papa north. Please do not let go of me.”I had been sitting beside the Moon Well since midnight with Tansy asleep on my lap, listening to the water hum Kade’s lullaby. I did not know what had woken her. I only knew that one moment I had heard his voice, rough and sweet and slightly out of tune, and the next, it was gone, cut off in the middle of a note, and the silence that followed was the worst sound I have ever heard.Now I stared down. The silver ring was blazing. In its dark skin I saw a road under a pale moon, a company of men in grey cloaks, and between them a litter with a tall man lying limp across it. His head hung to one side. His hair had come loose. I knew every line of that body. I had slept against it for a year.“Kade,” I whispered. It was the only word I had. “Kade.”He did not stir. Beside the litter walked an old
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