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Chapter 84: What Power Refuses
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THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 173: The Honey Seller
It took eleven days to bring him home.They went in a small party, on slow horses, down the long frozen road from the capital to Marrow Ford. Maren rode in front with her cloak pulled tight, and Daro beside her on a gray mare he handled with deep and nervous respect. Behind them came Sela, with Piet asleep on her saddle, and a pair of Torren's riders for the road. And at the very back, wrapped in a shawl against the cold, rode Lyra, with Adrian beside her, saying nothing.She had not meant to come. It was not hers to see. But she had stood at the north gate on the morning they left, with a hundred things she needed to do, and Adrian had looked at her and said quietly, "Go." And she had known that if she stayed behind, she would think about it every day for the rest of her life.Marrow Ford lay in a bend of a shallow gray river, in the lee of a low brown hill. It was a small village. There were forty houses, a mill, a bridge of weathered planks, a square with a well. A thin blue smoke
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 172: Maren and Daro
Nobody breathed.Lyra stayed where she was, kneeling in the golden leaves with her palm against the little tree, and she did not turn her head. It was not hers to watch. She knew that. She felt it in the silence of the whole kneeling ring, which had gone perfectly still, as people do when a door has opened in a room where something private is about to happen.Maren had not moved.She stood at the end of the third row with her hands clasped and her chin lifted, looking down the length of the hall at the man in the doorway. Her face was perfectly white. Her palm, turned slightly outward, shone faintly pale where the silver mark had been. She seemed to be waiting for something. She seemed, Lyra thought, to be afraid to start."They let me out this morning," said Daro.His voice was low and rough, and it carried. He had not come in. He stood on the threshold with his cap turning in his hands, and his gentle weathered face working. "The guard said the panel had finished with the placed. He
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 171: Goodnight to the Tree
Nobody ran.It was the strangest thing. She would remember it afterward. A hall full of people on their feet, with their faces turned to a small black bare tree in a drift of gold leaves, and not one of them moving. They only stood and stared, with the same thought on every face. It was the thing they had all been afraid of for a month, without saying it. That whatever the child had left behind would not last.Lyra was across the floor before she knew she had moved.She dropped to her knees in the leaves. They were everywhere, soft and dry and rustling, ankle-deep on the cold flagstones, and when she put her hand flat against the bark, it was cool. It was not dead. She knew that at once. There was a faint, slow, steady pulse in it, a thread of life, as faint as a heartbeat under thick wool. But it was very thin. And it was withdrawing."Lyra," said Adrian, behind her."I know." Her heart was hammering. "I know. Give me a moment."She closed her eyes. She reached down the thin silver c
THE ALPHA KING CAN HEAR MY LIES Chapter 170: The Witness on the Stool
She told it in order.It was easier than she had expected. She had rehearsed it for three weeks, in the dark, on the edge of sleep, and when she opened her mouth the words came out clean and plain. She sat on the cold wooden stool with her hands folded and her back straight, and she looked at the six faces behind the long table, and she did not once look at the back of the hall."The first time," said Lyra, "was at a checkpoint on the north road."She told them. A narrow gate, a lantern, a guard with a tired face who looked at her and almost knew her. A cold bright flicker under her ribs. A blur, laid over her own face like a thumb over wet paint. He had let her pass. She had never learned his name."I did it without asking," she said. "I was afraid. I do not offer that as an excuse. It is only what happened."Orsa made a small mark on the paper before her."The second was at a river."She told that too. A rider with a drawn sword, and an old woman with a satchel on her back, and a th
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
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