Semua Bab CRESCENT OF DESTINY: Bab 41 - Bab 46

We left through the northern gate at the last of the daylight and hit the eastern road as full dark fell, and I rode with the letter folded inside my jacket and the specific focused silence of someone who has decided to stop thinking about the risk and start thinking about the destination.Safiya rode point with two of her soldiers she had selected by name from the garrison without explanation. Louis rode at my right shoulder in the position he had taken every time we moved through uncertain terrain, which I had stopped noticing consciously and started noticing only in moments like this when it was very dark and the road was unfamiliar and the fact of his presence at my right was so reliable it had become architectural.Lady Amara rode behind us with the third soldier and the small document case she had insisted on bringing, which contained the decoded correspondence and the Meridian archive letter and the copies she had made that morning of every relevant document because Lady Amara'

Khalifa's POVWe did not sleep at the crossing.Safiya's soldiers secured the garrison building room by room and found no one else, only the abandoned desk and the chalk message and a storeroom that had held two men who had been waiting, one of them for twenty three years and one of them for eleven. By the time the search was finished the sky had gone the colour of ash at the edges, not yet dawn but no longer properly night.I sat on the garrison steps with the document case in my lap and did not open it again. I had read enough. The rest could wait for daylight and for people who were not running on two hours of sleep and the aftermath of an ambush.Louis came and sat beside me without asking whether the space was wanted."You should eat something," he said."I am not hungry.""You are always not hungry after something like that," he said. "And you always eat anyway, because Safiya makes you.""Is that an observation or a threat.""An observation," he said. "I have been paying attent

Khalifa's POVThe King received us within the hour, which Louis said afterward was itself a kind of answer, because a monarch who wanted to delay uncomfortable truths did not clear his evening for two riders who had come back from the eastern crossing covered in road dust.We stood in the small audience chamber, not the throne room, which Louis said meant this was still being treated as a private matter rather than a state one, at least for now. Rafi and Soren stood a little behind us with the two document cases. Safiya stood by the door, arms folded, watching the room the way she watched everything, for threats first and courtesy second.The King was older than I had expected from the portraits, or perhaps only more tired, grey at the temples in a way that made him look less like the idea of a king and more like a man who had been doing a very hard job for a very long time."Louis tells me you rode into an ambush on the eastern road," the King said, looking at me first, which surpris