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Chapter 148: The Presence Rests
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THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 169: The House of Blackthorn
He did not hesitate.That was what Lyra would remember. He stood for one moment at the edge of the floor with his hand in hers and the whole silent hall looking at him. Then he squeezed her fingers once, hard, and let go, and walked out into the torchlight with his shoulders straight and his coat still stained with the dust of the road.He sat down on the wooden stool.It was a very plain thing. It had a scarred round seat and three splayed legs. It had held Bellamy, and Ophelia, and Serah, and Corven, and a thin old man in a black fur coat. It sat in the middle of the flagstones with nothing around it but air, and Adrian lowered himself onto it as though he had been waiting for it his whole life."State your name," said Orsa."Adrian Blackthorne." His voice was low and perfectly clear. "Until the day of the Charter, Alpha King of the Seven Territories. I hold no title now. I am a man of the house of Blackthorn, which founded the Vigil." He drew a breath. "I would like to say what tha
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 168: Harn's Verdict
They came through the north gate on the fourth morning with frost in their hair and nothing left in their legs.Lyra did not remember the last day of the run. She remembered white fields and the thin blue shadow of a hedge, and Adrian's black flank pressed against hers, and the long slow grinding ache in her lungs. She remembered a falling-down inn where they had slept for three hours on a hayloft floor. She remembered shifting at the gate, with her knees buckling, and a startled guard throwing a cloak over her shoulders before she hit the cobbles."The Elder is in the hall," he said. "They are still arguing."They went in without stopping to wash.The great hall was as she had left it, and yet not. The torches burned along the walls. The long table stood in its ring, with the seven chairs behind it, and the plain wooden stool at the center. The little silver tree stood in its bed of earth beneath the open skylight, thick and strong now, with its leaves gone gold in the cold. But the
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
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