Burning Kingdoms. Lauren DeStefano

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СКАЧАТЬ afraid to move her,” he says. “Daphne would always say never to move her while her eyes are still open, to wait until she looks like she’s sleeping.”

      Daphne aspired to be a medic before her murder, and I’m sure she knew how to care for her sister’s fits, but it doesn’t seem right to leave a sick child on the floor like this.

      “I’ll get Lex,” I say.

      “No.” He grabs my arm and pulls me back down. “She needs to be kept calm. She doesn’t like when anyone sees her like this; it makes her feel weak.”

      “She’s ill, Judas. Look at her. She needs a doctor, and Lex is the closest we’ve got.”

      He looks at Amy. Her lips twitch like she’s talking to one of her ghosts.

      “She needs a doctor,” I repeat.

      “You don’t understand,” he says. “You just don’t. If you want to help, bring a cold cloth from the water room and let’s try to break her fever.”

      I do as he says and drench the green towel from the water room.

      “Her parents hoped she’d grow out of this,” he says, dabbing at her cheeks and behind her neck. “It’s only gotten worse as she’s gotten older. And the pills and meetings with the specialist have caused more harm than good.” He looks at me. “Want to hear something crazy?”

      “What?” I say.

      “She’s got me believing in apparitions with all of this. She swears they talk to her.”

      “I don’t think that’s crazy,” I say. “Our history book doesn’t account for the unexplained, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

      Her eyes have closed now. She’s surrendered to whatever dreams haunt that troubled mind of hers. I hope for all of this snow to be gone soon. I hope for a morning bright with sun. If she can see that the sunlight is the same whether we’re on Internment or the ground, it will surely help. It has to.

      Pen catches up with me as I’m leaving the water room. “There you are,” she says. “You left me alone with Princess Fancy. It’s a wonder I didn’t kill her.” She leans closer to me. “What is it?” she says. “You look troubled.”

      I tug her into the water room and close the door behind us. I tell her about Basil’s theory that Jack Piper and the king could be hiding us away in case he means to kill us.

      Pen hardly seems surprised. “Yes, I’ve been thinking that as well,” she says, scrubbing her face at the sink with a cloth. “For all we know, these people have a history of killing outsiders. Or one another. Or anyone. It’s a strange thing to be in a world and not know a thing about its past.”

      “So what should we do?” I ask.

      “As you said, familiarize ourselves with this kingdom as best we can,” Pen says.

      “Do you think you could draw a map?” I say.

      “If they have a library, it likely already has a map of the kingdom. I could copy it and add my own notes,” she says.

      “Jack Piper’s eldest daughter seems close to our age,” I say. “Maybe we can befriend her and gain some insight into the family.”

      Pen shrugs. “We could. I doubt that she’ll be privy to her father’s politics—he seems annoyed with his children at best—but she could probably teach us a thing or two.”

      She sits beside me on the edge of the tub. “I think we’d be wise to learn from her, but not to trust her,” she says. “We shouldn’t trust anyone in this world.”

      3

      There is sunlight come morning, but it’s not the same.

      Pen stands at the curtains, parting them with her hand. Beyond the window there is nothing but white.

      Celeste, still sleeping, turns away, muttering in protest at the light.

      Pen nods from me to the window. “Come and see,” she whispers. “It’s like we’re inside an unfinished sketch.”

      Even the water on the horizon is gray and white. It sparkles as it fades into the distance. There is no train framing this city. There is no limit. It could well go on forever, to a horizon it would take ten lifetimes to run to.

      There’s a draft coming through the window frame, and my skin swells with little bumps.

      “I can hardly stand to look at it,” Pen says excitedly.

      “It’s beautiful,” I say. Pen looks at me, and I grin. She knows what I’m thinking. “You know we can’t,” I say. “We’ll freeze to death.”

      She runs to the closet, a skip in her step, and she throws a heavy coat at me and takes one for herself. “What good is all that brave nonsense we’ve been feeding each other if we don’t act at least a little crazy?”

      “What are you blathering about?” Celeste mumbles from under her blanket.

      “Nothing,” Pen says. “I got lost trying to find the water room. Woman troubles.”

      “Thank you for that charming announcement,” Celeste says.

      We stand still until we’re sure she’s asleep, and then Pen opens the door, wincing as it creaks.

      It’s still early and the hotel is silent. The soft floor helps to conceal our footfalls, but we move slowly anyway. “Would you look at these colorings?” Pen says. “The frames are taller than we are.”

      I tug at the lapels of my coat, struggling to adjust to the weight on my shoulders. “Do you think they’re portraits of real people?” I say.

      “Look at the colors,” Pen says. Her fingertips hover over the portrait of a woman whose shoulders are cloaked in fur, but Pen doesn’t dare to touch. “They’re so rich. If I had colors like this, I’d want a canvas this size to work with too.”

      The next step creaks under my foot, startling us both, and we hurry the rest of the way to the door.

      Overnight the snow has accumulated to knee height, but the cold is surprisingly bearable. Pen spreads her arms and falls forward into the white powder. When she emerges, her face is red and there are clumps of snow turning to water on her skin.

      “Not as soft as you might’ve hoped,” she says, and pulls on my arm. I go toppling down beside her with a shriek.

      “There’s so much of it,” I say. “When it melts, the whole world must be soggy underneath.”

      “Our little clouds have been holding out on us,” Pen says. “Who knew?”

      We make a game of chasing each other, bogged down by the weight around our ankles. We splash each other like it’s the water of an enchanted, glittering lake.

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