the carving knife; she jerked her hand away in horror at the image that flashed into her mind.
âMeder,â the procurator warned. She stood up also, lifting one of the pewter candlesticks from the table. âIf she is â¦â
The young man froze, backed a step, and then to Sharinaâs utter amazement bowed to her. âI apologize, mistress,â he said. âIn my excitement I behaved in an uncivilized fashion. It wonât happen again.â
âWhat my companion was pointing out ⦠Sharina, is it?â Asera said. âIs that you donât look anything like either the maid here or your father. Youâre tall, you haveââ
She moved the candle closer to Sharinaâs face.
ââgray eyes. And your hair is lighter than that of anyone else Iâve seen in this village.â
âWhat you look like, in fact,â Meder said with controlled delight, âis an Ornifal noble. An Ornifal noble like the late Count Niard. I ask you again: Where do you come from?â
âIâm from here!â Sharina said. âI was born here!â
Lora put a hand on hers to calm her. In a voice with more dignity than anything else sheâd shown since the noble guests
arrived, Lora said, âMy children were born in Carcosa, Your Lordship, where Reise and I were in service in the palace. But weâve lived in this hamlet for all our lives since they were born, lacking the few days we took to travel here.â
âBorn when?â Asera said. She remained motionless, but the focus of her body made Sharina think of a cat poised to leap. âBorn seventeen years, five months, and three days ago, woman?â
âOr it might have been four days,â Meder said with a minute frown. âIf a daughter rather than a son, then perhaps four. The sun was on the cusp.â
âIt might have been,â Lora echoed slowly. âAbout that time, perhaps. But Sharina is my daughter.â
Asera looked sharply at her companion. âYou said the storm was unnatural. Could it have been meant to bring us here instead of to harm us?â
âWithout my magicââ Meder started hotly. He blinked, fully considering the storm in the light of Sharinaâs presence here . âI thought it was hostile. I fought with all my strength and it still was on the edge of overwhelming us. If I hadnât been aboard, the ship wouldnât have survived.â
âBut you were aboard,â Asera said. She replaced the candlestick on the table and fastidiously flicked a spatter of wax from the back of her hand. She and Meder acted as if they were alone with the furniture. âAnd without the storm blowing us south of the Passage, weâd be searching in Carcosa for traces of something that wasnât there.â
Meder and the procurator turned their appraisal again onto Sharina. Lora stepped in front of her, either out of protective instinct or in a claim of ownership. Aseraâs mouth tightened in something that could have become either a frown or a sneer; Lora shrank away.
âCan you tell for certain?â Asera asked her companion. Her gaze never left Sharina.
âOf course,â Meder said, irritated at a question whose answer was so obvious to him. âI have the tools Iâll need in my room. Weâll carry out the rite there.â
The nobles were lodged in her parentsâ quarters: the procurator in Reiseâs room, Meder in Loraâs side of the upstairs suite. For now Sharina and her mother were squeezed into the girlâs corner garret, while Reise had his sonâs room and Garric slept in the stables.
Asera nodded. âCome along then, child,â she said to Sharina in a not-unfriendly voice, rather as though she were speaking to a favorite dog. She gestured and started for the door.
âWait!â Sharina said.
They stared at her. Lora touched her hand.
âWait,â Sharina repeated in a calmer
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