friend.”
“I’m glad. I need one right now.” They both wiped their tears again and continued with their breakfast. Somehow, most of the food Ussay retrieved from the village had been eaten. Kira sat back in the chair and rubbed her stomach.
“Ugh. I ate too much. I hope I don’t get sick—I hate being sick.”
“If you become ill, I will make you some Kostai.”
“Is that the stuff you tried to feed me when I woke—that grey goo in the bowl?
“Yes, but you never tasted it,” Ussay said. “How do you know it is not good?”
Kira turned up her nose. “It smelled like dirty socks.”
Ussay frowned, but when Kira started laughing, her new friend joined right in. It felt good to laugh.
They spent most of the morning walking around the village, taking plenty of opportunities to sit and rest Kira’s shaky legs and sore foot. She was determined to gain her strength back as soon as she could. She hated the idea of being weak and others having to take care of her.
Kira was surprised at how friendly everyone acted and how they all seemed to know her. Of course, who could miss her red hair and dark eyes? Some people shied away, especially mothers with small children, but most were kind. They curtsied or bowed as if she were royalty. At first it made her a little uncomfortable, but then she thought it was kind of fun, like pretending to be a princess when she was little. And she had to admit, she liked the special treatment.
Shortly after midday, Kira happened to step out onto the main road leading up the hill to the castle. When she’d seen the castle earlier in the day, it had appeared dark and mysterious with the sun obscured behind it. Now the sun reflected off the white stone, illuminating every detail. She stood there for several moments, taking in the glorious view.
“Kira, are you all right?” Ussay asked.
Kira nodded. “I didn’t realize how beautiful it was. It’s like a vision . . . a heavenly palace for angels.” She tried to remember how it looked when Lydia used the journey stone in Octavion’s lair, but even then, it held no comparison to what she saw now.
“I like seeing it through your eyes,” Ussay said. “When you work there every day, you forget.”
“I hope I never forget.” Kira turned to look at her. “Do you mind if we sit for a while? My feet hurt.”
“We need to get you some shoes.” Ussay motioned for Kira to sit on a small bench near the well in the center of the village. “Once you are rested we will see the cobbler. He may have a pair of shoes to fit you. I do not believe mine are small enough.”
They’d barely sat down when a sense of dread crept over Kira. She had the distinct impression that a Royal was nearby. Surely one wouldn’t appear in the village this close to the new moon phase—at least not a good Royal. “Didn’t you say the Royal’s would be sleeping?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Curious, that’s all,” Kira lied. But the feeling grew stronger before it finally went away. She couldn’t help be suspicious of the villagers around her. For all she knew, any one of them could be a Royal who meant to do her harm.
“Ussay!” a small voice rang out. Kira and Ussay looked in the direction of the voice to find a young boy running up the cobblestone street. “I have something for you.” He waved a small piece of paper in the air.
Ussay stood and waited for him to come to her. “This is for you. Mara . . .” He took a deep breath. “Lady Mara brought it to your mother at the marketplace. She said to give it to you.”
“Thank you Braden.” She ruffled his hair. “Now run along.”
“I cannot,” he said. “I am to wait for a reply.”
“Who’s Lady Mara?” Kira asked.
“Luka’s mother.” Ussay studied the envelope she held in her hand—parchment sealed with a small blob of red wax, the letter “O” stamped in the middle. She slowly turned it over. “I believe this is for you.” She handed it to Kira.
Kira took
“I’m glad. I need one right now.” They both wiped their tears again and continued with their breakfast. Somehow, most of the food Ussay retrieved from the village had been eaten. Kira sat back in the chair and rubbed her stomach.
“Ugh. I ate too much. I hope I don’t get sick—I hate being sick.”
“If you become ill, I will make you some Kostai.”
“Is that the stuff you tried to feed me when I woke—that grey goo in the bowl?
“Yes, but you never tasted it,” Ussay said. “How do you know it is not good?”
Kira turned up her nose. “It smelled like dirty socks.”
Ussay frowned, but when Kira started laughing, her new friend joined right in. It felt good to laugh.
They spent most of the morning walking around the village, taking plenty of opportunities to sit and rest Kira’s shaky legs and sore foot. She was determined to gain her strength back as soon as she could. She hated the idea of being weak and others having to take care of her.
Kira was surprised at how friendly everyone acted and how they all seemed to know her. Of course, who could miss her red hair and dark eyes? Some people shied away, especially mothers with small children, but most were kind. They curtsied or bowed as if she were royalty. At first it made her a little uncomfortable, but then she thought it was kind of fun, like pretending to be a princess when she was little. And she had to admit, she liked the special treatment.
Shortly after midday, Kira happened to step out onto the main road leading up the hill to the castle. When she’d seen the castle earlier in the day, it had appeared dark and mysterious with the sun obscured behind it. Now the sun reflected off the white stone, illuminating every detail. She stood there for several moments, taking in the glorious view.
“Kira, are you all right?” Ussay asked.
Kira nodded. “I didn’t realize how beautiful it was. It’s like a vision . . . a heavenly palace for angels.” She tried to remember how it looked when Lydia used the journey stone in Octavion’s lair, but even then, it held no comparison to what she saw now.
“I like seeing it through your eyes,” Ussay said. “When you work there every day, you forget.”
“I hope I never forget.” Kira turned to look at her. “Do you mind if we sit for a while? My feet hurt.”
“We need to get you some shoes.” Ussay motioned for Kira to sit on a small bench near the well in the center of the village. “Once you are rested we will see the cobbler. He may have a pair of shoes to fit you. I do not believe mine are small enough.”
They’d barely sat down when a sense of dread crept over Kira. She had the distinct impression that a Royal was nearby. Surely one wouldn’t appear in the village this close to the new moon phase—at least not a good Royal. “Didn’t you say the Royal’s would be sleeping?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Curious, that’s all,” Kira lied. But the feeling grew stronger before it finally went away. She couldn’t help be suspicious of the villagers around her. For all she knew, any one of them could be a Royal who meant to do her harm.
“Ussay!” a small voice rang out. Kira and Ussay looked in the direction of the voice to find a young boy running up the cobblestone street. “I have something for you.” He waved a small piece of paper in the air.
Ussay stood and waited for him to come to her. “This is for you. Mara . . .” He took a deep breath. “Lady Mara brought it to your mother at the marketplace. She said to give it to you.”
“Thank you Braden.” She ruffled his hair. “Now run along.”
“I cannot,” he said. “I am to wait for a reply.”
“Who’s Lady Mara?” Kira asked.
“Luka’s mother.” Ussay studied the envelope she held in her hand—parchment sealed with a small blob of red wax, the letter “O” stamped in the middle. She slowly turned it over. “I believe this is for you.” She handed it to Kira.
Kira took
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