Darkfall. Janice Hardy

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      “Who do you think they were?” I asked after no one else had shown up for a while. The guards had orders not to let me out of the room until they had the perimeter locked down. Which seemed to be taking an awfully long time.

      “The Duke’s men?’ said Aylin.

      Danello shook his head. “More likely sent by that aristocrat from Little ’Crat City. The Duke’s men wouldn’t have been so sloppy.”

      I shivered. Never thought I’d be grateful for amateur assassins. “Think they caught him yet?”

      “He had a decent head start,” said Danello. “It might take them a while.”

      “Does that mean I’m stuck here until they do?”

      “You should be happy about that.” Aylin shuddered, wrapping both arms around herself. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, I know people have tried to hurt you before, but not like this. Those were always fights, it wasn’t – personal.”

      I knew what she meant. It wasn’t a soldier defending a foundry, or men guarding a room no one was supposed to see. These had been assassins sent specifically to kill me.

      “It’s got to be breakfast time by now,” Danello said. “Want me to go down to the kitchens and get you something?”

      Aylin jumped up. “You stay, I’ll go. I need to get out of this room anyway.” She left, giving me a wink as she shut the door. Where would she go first – the kitchen or to see Quenji? I was a bit surprised he hadn’t come by yet, but maybe the guards were keeping everyone away.

      Danello smiled at me, but he was worried, too. “Good thing you’re not easy to kill.”

      No, I was just easy to hurt.

      “Healers are always hard to kill,” I said. “In the war, the soldiers would aim for their eyes or their hearts – kill them quickly before they could heal themselves.” You could always tell a Healer’s body by the wound that killed them.

      Danello scooted closer and put his arms around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I know the last few months have been awful,” he said. “Saints, the last five years have been awful, but we’ll get through this.”

      “Promise?”

      “Promise.” He pulled back and took both my hands. “Because we have each other.”

      He smiled in a way that made it suddenly hard for me to breathe. He leaned in close, hesitating a whisper’s length away, then kissed me. A hot tingle ran down to my toes, like a flash all over my skin, but a good flash. It was suddenly hard to think too, but I was tired of doing that anyway.

      “Wherever you go,” he breathed into my ear, “I go.”

      * * *

      Aylin returned much faster than I’d have liked, not even bothering to knock first. Her hands were empty, but her eyes were full of fear.

      “Something’s going on and I don’t think it’s about you,” she said, not even giving me a sly grin after Danello and I jumped apart. This was serious.

      “Any clue what?”

      She shook her head. “People are running all over, Ouea doesn’t have any food set out, and I swear the servants are packing.” She paused, then gasped. “Oh! And the guards outside your door are gone.”

      “They’re gone? Without telling us?” I rose. That couldn’t be good. “Did you see Jeatar?”

      “No, but there were people coming in and out of the library.”

      “Let’s go find out what’s going on.”

      It was morning already, and sunlight poured through the windows. Servants were indeed running around with crates and carrying objects wrapped in tarps. Faces were tight, pale and worried.

      Jeatar stood at the big table in the library, maps spread out before him and soldiers around him. Ellis was there, but I didn’t see Onderaan.

      “…down through the plains so we can stay ahead of them,” he was saying, running his finger along something on the map.

      I stepped into the room, Danello and Aylin close behind me. “What’s going on?”

      Jeatar looked up. “The Duke’s army is mobilising, and it looks like he’s coming here.”

      I went cold.

      “We received a message from Baseer. The Duke is ferrying troops over to the west side of the river. He’s moving supplies, support staff, everything he needs for an extended march.”

      “How many soldiers?” Danello asked.

      “Rough estimates – between ten and fifteen thousand.”

      “That’s too many.”

      A brief smile flickered on Jeatar’s lips. “It is. He’s going to hit us, but we can’t be his only target.”

      “You’re sure he’s coming here?” There was no reason to attack us. I’d caused him a mess of trouble, but you didn’t send a whole army after one person. Shiverfeet raced down my back.

      Not unless that one person could destroy everything. Someone you thought you’d already killed.

      “Yes, I’m sure.” Jeatar looked over at two men entering the room. He held up a finger, and I waited while he spoke to some of his guards. They hurried back out, shouting names. Jeatar turned back to me. “There’s no strategic reason for him to cross the river. The road from Baseer leads to both Verlatta and Geveg and is much more suited to travel. The only things of value on this side of the river are the aristocrats ready to stand against him.”

      That wasn’t true. Jeatar was here. And I was pretty sure he was the rightful heir to the throne of Baseer. If I was right and the Duke had figured it out, he’d come after him fast.

      “What about the people?” Aylin asked.

      “I’m evacuating everyone to Veilig,” Jeatar said. “That should get them out of the Duke’s path and away from the fighting. He won’t chase us.”

      “He will if he’s after you,” I said. The Duke had burned an entire city to get to Jeatar’s father and the rest of his family. Everyone who could have claimed the throne instead of him. I didn’t know how Jeatar survived, but he had scars he kept covered up.

      For the first time, I could read Jeatar easily.

      He was scared.

      “He’s not after either of us,” he said evenly, his blue-grey eyes boring into mine. “This farm is where people who want to see him stripped of power are gathering. I knew we couldn’t stay a secret for long. Some secrets you can’t hide forever.”

      Like his secret? Did he suspect I’d guessed? I could ask him right here, right now, and everyone would know who he was. Our resistance СКАЧАТЬ