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Chapter Fifteen
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Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Three
Corin made him wait.I know because I was at the counting house window upstairs, pretending to check a shipping manifest, and I watched Marcus stand in the doorway below for a full quarter of an hour while Corin finished a letter, blotted it, read it again, and sanded it. Marcus did not shift his weight once. He stood with his hands behind his back like a soldier waiting for sentence."You're staring," Petra said from the next desk."I'm reviewing the manifest.""It's upside down."I turned it over. Petra grinned and went back to her accounts, but her pen had not moved in ten minutes either.Downstairs, Corin finally looked up. I could not hear what was said, only the shapes of it, so I leaned out a little farther than was dignified. Corin's mouth was hard. Marcus spoke briefly. Corin said something shorter. Then Corin stood, walked around the desk, and looked Marcus up and down like a horse he had no intention of buying.Petra gave up on pretense and came to the window with me. "He's
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two
They held the trial on the quay, in the open, because Aldous Brandt said a city that had been robbed in daylight should judge in daylight.Someone had hauled the council table out onto the stones and bolted a chair to either end of it. The wind came in off the water, smelling of tar and old smoke, and it lifted the corners of every paper Elara had stacked in front of her. She pinned them down with her inkwell and did not look up when they brought Ashra out.Ashra walked between two guards with her chin high. They had taken her silver rings and her cloak, and someone had given her a gray prison shirt two sizes too big, but she wore it like court dress. She found me in the crowd at once. She smiled the way you smile at a stranger who owes you money."Don't," Marcus murmured beside me."I'm not doing anything.""Your hands are."I looked down. I had Kai's little knitted cap crushed in my fist. I smoothed it flat and tucked it into my sleeve. Kai was at the house with Marta's niece, and W
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One
My father came down the gangway the way he did everything, without hurry and without wasted motion, a tall, spare man in a plain gray traveling cloak, his white-streaked hair blown wild by the sea wind. Kellan walked half a step behind him, grinning like a boy. Behind them came a stout, silver-haired woman I would have known anywhere, wrapped in a shawl and clutching a basket, and a lean, dark young man with a warrior's careful eyes.Camille. And Finn.I did not remember deciding to run. I only remember that the quay stones rang under my feet, and that Kai bounced on my hip shrieking "Gan-pa? Gan-pa?" though he had never seen the man in his life, and that when I reached the bottom of the gangway my father opened his arms and I walked straight into them, children and all, and he held on to the three of us as though we might blow away."Elena," he said into my hair. "My girl. My girl.""You came.""You think I could stay at my desk? Camille had to tie me to a chair for two days before s
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty
He was packing when I found him. There was not much to pack. A sea-bag sat open on the narrow bed in the room he had slept in for the last year, and into it he was folding his few shirts one by one, with the careful, economical movements of a man who has spent his whole life learning to carry only what he needs."You don't have to go today," I said from the doorway."I know." He did not turn. "That's why it has to be today."I came in and sat on the edge of the bed, and Rhys went on folding for a moment, and then he stopped, and set the shirt down, and sat beside me with his hands loose between his knees."I told you I'd fight beside you and then leave," he said. "I meant it. I didn't mean it as a punishment, Elena, or a performance. I meant that if I stay in this house, in this port, within sight of you every morning, I'll spend every day half waiting for you to change your mind. And you won't, and that will be a kind of slow cruelty to both of us.""I might," I said, and was appalle
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine
They had laid her on a bed of folded sails in the lighthouse keeper's cottage, because no one had dared carry her farther, and when I came through the door Sera was already on her knees beside the narrow cot with both palms pressed flat against the priestess's breastbone."Don't speak," Sera said, without looking up. "Don't touch her. Don't breathe loudly if you can help it."I stood where I was, one hand clamped over my mouth.Priestess Wren looked smaller than I had ever seen her. Her silver hair had come loose from its braid and spread across the sailcloth like a spill of frost, and her face, always weathered and sharp and faintly amused, had gone slack and gray. A thin line of blood had dried at the corner of her mouth. Her hands lay open at her sides, the palms scorched black from wrist to fingertip."She held it all," Doran murmured behind me. He had followed me up the cliff path with his arm in a sling and a bandage across his forehead. "Every ward in the harbor, for nine hours
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight
I shifted back at the top of the cellar stair, snatching a fallen guard's cloak from the stones and knotting it around my shoulders with fingers that would not stop shaking. Two of Elara's militia lay sprawled beside the arched door, breathing but senseless, each with a tiny black dart in the side of his neck. Ashra had not wasted a single blade getting past them.Below me, the stair curled down into torchlight and noise.I took the steps three at a time.The cellar was a long, vaulted room of old gray stone, lined with wine racks and barrels, and at its far end, in the wide pool of light from a single hanging lantern, the whole of my life stood or crouched or sprawled in a ragged tableau. Petra held a boar-spear in both fists, her feet planted wide, her knuckles bone white. Nessa stood beside her with a butcher's cleaver. Sentinel lay on the flagstones between them and the wine-dark figure, his flank ripped open and bleeding, still growling, a low, endless, rattling sound.And behind
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