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Chapter 41: the Child Would Not Allow
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"Smell his lips, my lord."Lyra said it quietly.She stood with her back against the wall of the cellar and the small knife held low at her side, and she did not raise her voice. Across the flagstones, Brielle had stopped in the middle of her crossing, one slippered foot in front of the other, with the baby in her arms and a smile spreading over her wet face. Gorath had not moved from the foot of the stairs. His huge red hand was still held out, palm up, waiting."What did you say, widow?""The boy's mouth." Lyra did not look at her stepsister. She looked at the warlord, steadily, the way she had once looked at a hanging rope. "Put your nose to it. If I am lying, my father's men can drown me in the river with my son.""Lyra," Brielle breathed, sweetly. "Do not make a scene."Gorath's pale eyes slid from one woman to the other. He had the look of a man at a market stall who has been offered two loaves and told only one of them is poisoned."Give him here," he said.Brielle laid the bab
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"You pointed at my window in front of everyone. You gave me to him."The kitchen knife shook in Brielle's hand.It was a small, ordinary knife, the kind used for peeling turnips, and she held it low and out in front of her like a girl who had never held a weapon in her life. Candle stub, cold cellar, the breath of both of them rising in thin white threads. Lyra stood on the bottom step with her chained wrists hanging in front of her and thirty armed men waiting above, and she looked at the stepsister she had not seen in nearly a year.She had changed. Brielle had been a round cheeked woman of twenty when Lyra left, with ribbons in her braids and a way of tilting her head when she wanted something. Now she was tall and pale, in a nightgown and a man's coat, with her hair hacked off at the shoulder, and her eyes were red and wide and brimming. She looked like the victim in a ballad. That was what Lyra noticed first.She had always looked like that when she wanted something."Give me my
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"I asked," said Gorath, "whose child that is."He did not raise his voice. He had no need. The square had gone so quiet that Lyra could hear the creak of his saddle leather as he swung down, and the chime of the iron rings in his beard, and the slow, wet drip from a spear point where somebody's blood had not yet dried. Thirty riders sat their horses in a ring around the cart. Not one of them moved. Behind every shutter in the village, a hundred held breaths gathered like smoke."My lord," said her father.His voice cracked on the second word. He had slid down from his grey horse without being asked and stood with his cap crushed in both hands, and sweat ran in thin lines through the dust on his face. "A foundling, my lord. A babe left on the church step. My wife took pity, as women do. We meant to give him to the priest, only...""A foundling." Gorath rolled the word around his mouth like a bone. "That is a great deal of pity for a house with two daughters and a debt.""The cold, my l
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"You will marry Warlord Gorath at the new moon, or the boy goes into the river."The cart hit a rut, and the chain on Lyra's wrists bit down to the bone.She did not cry out. She lifted her head from the boards, slowly, the way a cat lifts its head when something moves in the grass, and she looked at the man riding beside the tailgate on his tall grey horse. He had not shaved in three days. There was blood on his sleeve, someone else's, from the river. He did not look at her. He looked straight down the road ahead with the leather strap swinging at his belt, as though he were speaking to the weather."Say that again," said Lyra, "and I will finish what the mill hook started."Nobody in the cart moved.There were four men with her in the back, riding on the benches with their spears across their knees, and not one of them was looking at her either. They had been looking at her for the first hour. They had looked at her chained wrists and her bound feet and the blood dried black on her
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