登入ELEANOR'S POV"Sit," I said, "and drink that."It was six in the morning, and the north tower study was gray with the first thin light off the lake. Alaric stood at the window, rigid as a post. He had not spoken for most of an hour, and I had done the only sensible thing. I went down to the kitchen in my shawl. I bullied the cook out of bed, and came back with a pot of strong tea and a plate of buttered bread.He looked at the cup.He took it. Some of the stiffness went out of his shoulders, and he sat, at last, on the edge of the armchair by the fire, and drank. I sat opposite, on the footstool, with my own cup in my lap."Honestly or not at all," I said."Who is Victor Crane?"He did not answer at once. He looked into the fire for a long time. The light moved on the hard planes of his face, and I saw something go through it, slow and heavy and old."My father died twelve years ago," said Alaric. "In his study. At his desk, with a pen in his hand. He was fifty-six. He had never been
ELEANOR'S POVWe did not break down the door.Garrick wanted to. But the study of a Duke of Duskmoor was sacred ground. and a Captain of the Guard who forced it without the King's word would commit a crime no one could forgive. So he sent a guard at a run to the north tower, and we stood in the cold corridor, outside a door that smelled of pine, and waited.Alaric arrived in six minutes, dressed in black coat and gray scarf, his face perfectly calm. He stopped beside me and looked at the brass plate. Then he looked at me."Tell me."I told him, in four sentences. The needle. The print on the sill. The trail.His face did not change. But the temperature of the corridor dropped by several degrees. and I heard, very faintly, the crackle of frost spreading along the wainscot."Garrick.""Majesty.""Knock."…Lord Cedric Ashgrave opened the door himself.He wore a dressing gown of dark blue silk and a pair of reading glasses, and he had a book in one hand with a finger on the page. He look
ELEANOR'S POV"Majesty," said Garrick Hollis, with deep sorrow, "you are holding it like a hairbrush."I looked at the wooden practice sword in my hand, a plain, ugly thing weighted with lead. I had been gripping it for forty minutes in the cold gray dawn of the lower yard, and my palms were blistered. I had been knocked flat in the frozen straw four times."It's a very heavy hairbrush," I said.The corner of his mouth moved. "Again."I got up. A few of the guards drilling at the far end had paused to watch, with a politeness so careful it was almost physical. I was going to be a legend in the barracks by nightfall, I thought, as the Queen who could not stand up."Feet apart," said Garrick patiently. "Weight forward. You are not afraid of me. You are only...""Annoyed.""Good." He raised his sword. "Begin."I swung. He turned it aside as though it were a fly. He stepped half a pace left, and my own blade carried me round, and I sat down in the straw for the fifth time."No," I said, b
ELEANOR'S POVTheo Ward arrived on the tenth day, in the middle of a snowstorm, in a rented Subaru with its hazard lights on.I was in the infirmary, splinting a groom's wrist. That was when Linnea burst through the door in a flurry of snow and flung her arms in the air."There's a man at the gate!" she announced. "In a car! With a briefcase! He says he's your dentist!"I dropped the splint.By the time I reached the Keep's outer gate, the snow was falling in thick white sheets. The whole courtyard had gone silent. Garrick stood in the portal with two guards, his arms folded, his scar standing out sharp against the gray. In front of him, standing very straight, with snow on his shoulders is a man. With his hair and the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses. A long dark coat held a battered leather briefcase in one hand and a cardboard box in the other."Hello, Ellie," said Theo.My throat did something undignified.I crossed the courtyard on a run. I did not decide to. I only knew that I
ELEANOR'S POV"Monkshood," said Ophelia Morrow, with her fingertips in the tea leaves. "Powdered. Aged, I should say, three years in a jar. Stronger than fresh. A pinch would drop a wolf in an hour.""And a Lycan?""It would make you ill for a week." The old woman lifted her blind face. "She thought you were a wolf. She was right. But it is not a sin the Council will forgive, if we can prove it.""Can we?""Not with this." She set the tin down. "Cedric Ashgrave's daughter has been taking tea with this blend since she was fourteen. It is a family custom. She will say she knew nothing. She will weep prettily. And her father will rise in the Council and say that the Queen's own healer has slandered a daughter of Duskmoor." A dry breath. "No. We keep the tin. We keep it safe. And we wait, child. Patience is a weapon, too."I looked at the little painted violets."I'm getting very tired of waiting," I said."You are very young." There was a smile in her voice. "It is a fault that cures its
ELEANOR'S POVIsolde Ashgrave invited me to tea on the sixth day.The invitation came on a thick cream card, in violet ink, in a hand so graceful it might have been engraved. Dear Majesty, I would be delighted if you would honor my small salon this afternoon at four. A few of the ladies of the court would like to know you. With sincere regard, Isolde."Don't go," said Linnea at once."I have to.""You do not have to. It's a trap. It's got a bow on it.""It's a trap." I folded the card. "That's why I'm going. If I refuse, she tells the whole court I'm too timid to take tea with a woman my own age. If I go, I see what she does."Linnea looked at me for a long moment."You're horribly sensible," she said at last. "It's quite unnerving.""I ran a company.""You ran his company.""Yes." I smiled. "And look how much I learned."…The salon occupied the first floor of the west wing, and it was exactly as I had imagined it. High windows. White roses in crystal bowls, forced out of season, in







