登入We did not ride down to the orchard gate. We did not ride anywhere at all, for a long time, because I needed to think, and thinking is hard when your father's beacon is burning and your last road is held by your enemy's men."Bram knew the risk," said Joren, the youngest scout, and his voice was steady, but his hands shook on his reins. "He would want us to finish it, Your Highness, not to mourn him in the wood.""He is not dead yet," I said. "And neither are we. So we finish it another way."I looked down at the valley, at the torchlight at the orchard gate, at the mill crossing further south, where the river bent like a silver ribbon, and at the palace itself, rising above it all with its windows already lit for the Festival, and I made my choice."The mill," I said. "Vivienne said the guard changes at dusk, and for half an hour only two men hold the crossing. We ride for the mill, and we cross at dusk, and we come into the palace through the kitchens, the way servants have come in
The messenger's words hung in the cold morning air like smoke, and for a moment none of us spoke. The King had collapsed. The Festival began at moonrise. Magnus was already riding to the palace to be named Regent in my father's place. And the road to the palace was held by Magnus's men."How many?" I asked."Three checkpoints, Your Highness," the messenger said. "At the river bridge, at the mill crossing, and at the palace gate. Twenty men at the bridge, maybe more. They turn back every rider and search every cart, by order of the Regent, for the King's safety.""There is no Regent yet," I said. "My father is the King. He is alive, and I carry his cure in my pocket, and I will reach him before moonrise."The messenger looked at Ronan, swaying in his saddle, and at Vivienne, pale and shaking with her newborn son in her arms, and I saw the doubt in his eyes. We were four riders and three scouts, one of us dying, one of us three days from childbed, and the road ahead was held by an army.
The vial fell, and the world slowed, and my wolf rose.It did not rise the way it had in the forest, in panic and pain. It rose the way a tide rises, patient and unstoppable, and silver light ran under my skin like moonlight under water, and my senses sharpened until I could hear the vial turning in the air and smell the fear coming off Magnus in waves.I caught the vial an inch above the stone.Magnus stared at me, and for the first time since I had met him, his face held no smile at all, only the look of a man who has opened a door and found something waiting behind it that he did not expect."You cannot hold that and hold him," he said, nodding at Ronan, who knelt in a spreading pool of his own blood with his teeth gritted and his hand still pressed to his side. "Choose, niece. The vial, or the commander.""I choose both," I said, and my voice came out doubled, mine and the wolf's together, and the sound of it made his men step back on the stairs. "And I choose this, too."I moved,
The tower cell was smaller than my old servant's room at Blackthorn, and colder, and I knew within an hour that Magnus had chosen it on purpose, because a princess who cannot stand upright cannot plan, and a wolf who cannot stretch cannot fight.There was a pallet of straw, a bucket of water, and a slit of a window no wider than my hand, and through it I could see the courtyard torches and the grey hills beyond Greymere, and nothing else, and I told myself that was enough, because as long as I could see the sky I could count the hours, and as long as I could count the hours I could stay ahead of him.Above me, on the floor where the healer had gone, Vivienne screamed, and the sound went through the stone like a knife through cloth, and I pressed my hands flat against the wall and listened, because there was nothing else I could do, and because every scream meant she was still alive, and every silence between them meant the child was still coming.I had hated her for so long that hatre
We rode through the night, cold and black and without mercy, and by the time the towers of Greymere rose out of the dark, my horse was blown and my hands were too stiff to feel the reins.Greymere was not a fortress. It was a hunting lodge grown fat on old money, a grey stone house behind a low wall, with a tower at its corner that had once held falcons and now, I was certain, held my sister. There were torches burning in the courtyard, and men standing at the gate, and they did not raise their bows when we came into the light. A man who expects enemies bars his gate. A man who expects a guest leaves it open."Princess," the captain at the gate said, and he bowed, the same mocking bow his captain had given me in the camp. "My lord said you would come tonight. He said a woman who rides out for an enemy she despises is a woman who can be counted on.""Where is she?" I said."In the tower," he said. "Alive. For now."They took our horses and our swords at the gate, and I let them, becaus
The boy's words were still hanging in the cold morning air when Ronan was on his feet, and I was already deciding, because Magnus had just decided for me."Magnus himself," the boy had whispered, and that one name ended every argument about which road we would take. The Council could wait. My father could wait. Vivienne could not, because the Usurper had stopped hiding behind captains and ledgers and had ridden out under his own banner at last."Halric," I said, and my voice sounded steadier than my hands felt. "You ride south. Take the ledger to the Council of Alphas. Do not stop for food, do not stop for sleep, and do not let that book out of your sight until the Council has read it with their own eyes."Halric stared at me. "My lady, the ledger is your weapon. Without it you have nothing to show the packs.""Without it the Council has nothing to read," I said. "And a princess riding north with a book is a princess who can be robbed. A captain riding south with it is a messenger, an







