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Chapter 139: The Vote
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THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 167: The Bell
Lyra did not pull him back.She had learned that. She had learned it in a cavern, and a doorway, and on a cold stair above the sleeping dead. You could not drag a person out of a thing he had chosen. You could only stay near enough that he knew the door was open.So she crossed the trampled snow, slowly, and she stopped beside him at the foot of the great tree, and she sat down.The snow was cold and wet. It soaked through her skirt at once. She did not care. She sat with her back against the silver bark, and her knees drawn up, and the faint warm drift of the twelve lights still lingering overhead in the black branches, and she said nothing at all.Corin did not move.He stood with his forehead against the tree and his eyes shut, and his hand flat on the place where the wood had opened. The little bronze bell lay in the snow at his feet. She looked at it for a while. Then she picked it up, and wiped the snow from it with her sleeve, and held it in her lap."I am not going to stop you
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 166: The Twelve Who Stayed
They gathered at sunset.It was a small company. Lyra had expected more, but the Waiting had stayed in their tents, as though they understood that this was not theirs to see. Only Haldis came, small and straight in her gray shawl, with Ysmera a pace behind her, and stood a little apart at the edge of the snow. Nessa leaned on a stick. Adrian stood at Lyra's shoulder. Sael had left Ilan asleep under a heap of quilts with a guard of three Waiting women and came out with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering, though it was not cold.Corin stood alone at the foot of the great tree.He had not changed his coat. He stood very straight in the blue winter light, with the bare black branches reaching up over his head and the snow lying in drifts around his boots, and the little bronze bell hung from his fist by its cord. He looked, she thought, like a man who had been holding his breath for eighteen years and was only now permitted to let it out.The sun touched the western rim.She did n
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 165: The Fever
They left within the hour.There was no discussion. Adrian took one look at the slip of paper in Lyra's hand, and went very quiet, and turned to Torren. "The tribunal waits. Halstead eats. Dov Harrow is in a cell with three guards on the door. Tell Orsa I will be back in a week." He drew a breath. "And tell her I do not care what she says.""She will not say anything," said Torren. He was already moving. "I will see to it."They shifted at the north gate, in the pale cold dawn, with a handful of startled sentries looking on. Lyra's silver wolf rose in her without a flicker of hesitation. The world snapped sharp and clear. Beside her, a black shape shook out his thick coat, and gave a low rumble, and the two of them went through the gate and up the white road at a flat gallop.It was three days.She remembered very little of it afterward. It was a blur of frozen ground and flying snow and the hammering rhythm of her own paws. They ran by day and by night. They stopped only to drink fro
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 164: What Halstead Told
She went alone.Adrian did not like it. He stood in the corridor outside the lower cells, wrapped in a borrowed cloak with his face gray and his eyes hollow, and he said so. He said it twice. But when she turned and looked at him, he stopped, and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand, and gave a short tired laugh."I know," he said. "I know. It is your choice.""I will not be long.""I will be here.""I know that too."She went down the stairs alone, with a lantern in one hand and a covered bowl in the other. She had stopped in the kitchen on the way, where a tall, thin, neat man in a white apron had pressed a spoon and a napkin on her without a word, and she had known him before she saw his face. He had stood at her elbow every morning for months with a tray of tea. He had not said anything. He had only looked at the bowl, and then at her, and given her the smallest, most careful nod.Pell was a little thinner. But he was standing. That was all that mattered.The cell was at the
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 163: The Uncle's Last Night
They ran all night.It was not the way she had run to Mooncrest, with joy and wild fear. It was grimmer. Adrian ran in front, black and silent, with his head low and his ears flat, and he did not look back. Lyra ran at his flank. She could feel him through the thin faded thread of the bond, a tight bright thrum of dread, and she kept her pace beside him and did not speak.They reached the capital at the black hour before dawn.The north tower was lit. A single window glowed on the topmost floor, yellow against the stars, and as they came up the long stair with their hair wild and their clothes torn, a guard at the door sprang to attention and stared. Adrian did not stop. He took the last flight three steps at a time.The cell had been made into a sickroom.Someone had put a real bed in it, and a real fire, and a quilt of faded blue wool. A lamp burned on a stool. Elder Orsa sat in a chair by the bed with her hands folded, small and gray in the flicker, and a young healer in a white ap
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 162: Stay
Lyra did not remember going into the water.She remembered the scream tearing out of her, and the cold hitting her like a wall, and the roar of the millrace closing over her head. She remembered shifting, because she had thrown off her cloak and her coat and her boots in a single frantic motion, and the silver wolf had come up in her chest like a flame, and she had gone into the black churning pit with four strong paws and her eyes wide open.It was dark and full of foam. Timber turned slowly in the current. The great wheel thundered overhead, spilling white water in sheets, and she could see almost nothing. She kicked down. Her ears were roaring. Her lungs were already burning. Somewhere below her, through the murk, a long dark shape floated half buried under a tangle of splintered beams.Papa.She did not hear an answer. She dived.He lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, in four feet of icy water, with a great black timber across his chest. His eyes were closed. His hair floate
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