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The figure on the stable roof left no footprints.Maevra discovered that before breakfast.Rain had scrubbed the tiles clean, but the mud below should have betrayed anyone climbing down. Instead, the stable yard showed only hoofprints, wagon tracks, and the hurried movements of travelers escaping the storm.Taven crouched beside the wall.“Nothing.”Maevra looked toward the roof.“Someone stood there.”“I believe you.”“That sounded painful.”“It was.”Rhydan emerged from the stable carrying his saddlebag.“The horses are ready.”Maevra frowned. “You’re giving up?”“On finding someone who had all night to disappear? Temporarily.”“They knew our room.”“Yes.”“They found us after we changed routes.”“Yes.”“And you’re calm.”Rhydan secured the saddlebag.“I’m furious.”“You hide it annoyingly well.”“It keeps Taven young.”Taven looked up. “I have aged six years since she crossed our border.”Maevra smiled.A child screamed near the front of the waystation.Every trace of humor vanished

The woman in grey did not wait for them.She pointed toward Vaelridge, turned her horse, and disappeared down the southern trail before Maevra could close half the distance.“Again?” Taven shouted behind her.Maevra pulled hard on the reins.Her horse protested.Rhydan stopped beside her.“You’re not chasing her?”“I’m learning.”“That is unsettling.”“She wants us in Vaelridge.”Taven caught up, breathing irritation.“That seems obvious.”Maevra looked toward him.“Thank you. I was worried we’d have to solve that too.”The Beta muttered something rude.Rhydan ignored them both.“She could be leading us directly into a trap.”“Probably.”“And we’re still going.”“Yes.”Taven looked skyward.“Moon save me from married people.”Maevra smiled.“Too late.”They rode south.Vaelridge looked nothing like either territory.No military towers guarded the outer road. No pack banners covered every gate. Merchants moved freely between stone buildings, shouting prices over one another while wagons

South Yard gave them one useful answer and three new questions.The stable ledger confirmed that two Northern Council horses had arrived in Vaelridge six years earlier under authorization 47-NS-611.The riders’ names were missing.Again.Maevra had considered setting the ledger on fire simply to feel productive.Instead, they copied the entry and began the journey back to Ravaryn before sunset.Two days later, the mountains closed around them.Maevra hated the road immediately.A stone wall rose on one side. A steep drop disappeared into pine forest on the other. Barely enough space remained for two horses to ride abreast.“Perfect place for an ambush,” she said.Rhydan glanced over.“You say that about every road.”“This one deserves it.”Taven rode ahead with two guards. The others followed behind.Cold wind cut through Maevra’s coat.She adjusted her reins.Sariel stirred.Not fear.Attention.Maevra slowed.Rhydan noticed.“What?”She lifted one hand.Everyone stopped.Silence fill

The footsteps stopped outside the door.Maevra tightened her grip on the knife.Rhydan stood beside the brazier, sword angled low.Neither breathed loudly enough to give away their positions.A fist struck the wood.Three times.Pause.Two more.Rhydan’s shoulders loosened.Maevra glanced at him.“You know that?”“Taven.”She lowered her knife by an inch.“Your Beta knocks like an assassin.”“He considers subtlety a personal insult.”Another knock came.“Rhydan,” Taven called. “If you’re alive, open the door before I break it.”Maevra sheathed her knife.“Definitely him.”Rhydan opened the door.Taven stood outside soaked through, mud covering one side of his coat. Harven and another guard waited behind him.Taven’s gaze swept over Rhydan.Then Maevra.Then the room.The brazier.The single bench.The very obvious fact that they had been alone.His expression changed.Maevra recognized danger immediately.“Don’t.”“I said nothing.”“You were about to.”Taven looked innocent.That was w

Caelen had written lesson plans in the margins of military reports.Maevra discovered that shortly after midnight.She sat cross-legged on the floor of his sealed study with three boxes around her, searching for anything connected to Vaelridge, Greywater, or the missing archive pages.Instead, she found a page titled:Why Wars Continue After Everyone Has Forgotten Why They Began.Underneath, Caelen had written:Ask the students whether loyalty requires believing every story their leaders tell them.Maevra stared at it.“That would have made him popular.”Rhydan stood beside the desk sorting correspondence.“He enjoyed irritating authority.”“Your brother and I might have gotten along.”“That thought would have horrified me a month ago.”She glanced up.“And now?”Rhydan considered.“It still does. Slightly.”Maevra smiled.She returned to the paper.Another note appeared beneath the first.History should make people uncomfortable. Otherwise, they are only memorizing dates.“That sounds