are forced to knock at the gates, with their guards posted above . . .â
âThe gates are shrouded in shadow from the afternoon sun,â Ashyn said. âSo the archers will have a difficult time reacting swiftly and accurately.â
âWe ought to have come when the sun moved,â Moria said.
Tyrus nodded. There was naught that could be done now, though, without retreating. So they continued until they were less than ten paces from the gate. Tyrus pulled his horse forward and shifted position, displaying his forearm tattoos should anyone watching have failed to notice them as he rode.
âI am Tyrus Tatsu,â he called. âSon of the emperor and his first concubine, Maiko. I bring the Seeker and Keeper of Edgewood. We wish to speak to Alvar Kitsune, if he is here. If he is not, then his son, Gavril, or his commander, Barthol.â
Moria stiffened. She knew Gavril might be here. What would she do if those gates opened and he walked out? How would she stay her daggers? Worse, what if she did not even reach for her daggers, but stood like a wounded child, hoping for an explanation.
Itâs not what you think, Keeper. Iâd never hurt you, never betray you.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
âMoria?â
She looked to see Tyrus, worry darkening his eyes.
âIâm fine,â she said.
A half nod, acknowledging without believing. Then he straightened and turned forward again. There was no sign of movement at the gates. The shadowy figures of the tower guards stayed where they were.
âI am Tyrus Tatsu!â he said again, louder this time. âI come as an envoy to discuss the situation, and I expect the courtesy of a reply!â
When no response came, the minor counselor eased his horse forward. âMy lordââ
Tyrus raised a hand to cut him short. His dark eyes blazed with rising fury. He might be more modest than one would expect of a prince, but he was still the emperorâs son.
âWeâll ride forward,â he said to Moria. âAshyn? Retreat with the counselors.â
He glanced back at the two men, as if making sure theyâd heard, but more seeking their approval of the plan. He was no seasoned diplomat, and he knew it.
The major counselor gave the barest nod. âAncestors watch you, my lord.â
âRide back and compel the archers forward,â Tyrus said. âHave them stop midway between the camp and here.â
Tyrus rode to Moria as Ashyn retreated with Tova.
âWatch the towers,â Tyrus said as they continued forward. âIâll keep my eyes on the gate.â
The figures in the towers remained exactly where theyâdbeen since Moria first spotted them, and she began to suspect theyâd miscalculated the darkness of their shelter and thought themselves hidden.
As they rode into the shadow cast by the wall, cool air rushed past on a strong breeze. Moria picked up traces of an unfamiliar scent and heard a slow thump-thump-thump from inside the wall. Not footstepsâthe thumps were too regular.
Moria realized the sound was the gate itself, opening a little and then closing in the wind. As they drew closer, she could see something under the gate. Feet? It was hard to tell.
âYou there!â she called. âIn the tower. Acknowledge us.â
Silence.
âDo you think I cannot see you both?â she snapped. âOn the left, you wear a light tunic and your hair is long and loose. On the right, your tunic is brown and I see no hair, so I presume it is short. The shadows may hide your faces, but that is all.â
When still neither moved, her hand went to her dagger.
âMoria,â Tyrus murmured.
âI would not,â she said.
âI know.â His voice dropped more. âI mean watch your temper. Theyâre hoping you cannot.â
His own eyes simmered with outrage, but he controlled it. The guards were mocking them, and if Moria and Tyrus seethed theyâd say,
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