ready by morning.â
Erik paused in his pacing, his gaze dropping to his injured leg. Alix could read his thoughts as surely as if heâd spoken them. âNot yet, sire,â she dared quietly.
His eyes iced over, and his mouth pressed into a thin line, but he did not argue.
âI will stay here with you, sire,â Raibert said. âWhen youâre well enough, weâll join my cousin and your men in the Blacklands.â
âI believe Iâll rest now.â Erikâs voice was tinged with bitterness. âI must build up my strength, after all.â
The Greens bowed their heads as Erik turned and headed out of the study, Alix trailing behind.
âYour Majesty,â she said as they neared his chambers, âif you would sleep, perhaps I might beg leave to say farewell to my comrades?â The idea of Liam going off to fight without her sat like a cold weight in her stomach, but somehow sheâd known it would come to this. She wasnât a Kingsword anymore. She and Liam would never again be joined at the elbow. That hurt more than she cared to admit.
âOf course you must see your friends off,â Erik said. âI admire your sense of solidarity, Alix.â
She walked away from him wondering why those words should make her feel so guilty.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Alix found her friends sitting down to a meal of roast fowl and fresh breadâa luxury theyâd earned for their service in searching for Lord Black. She felt a bizarre wave of shyness as she approached, and she couldnât quite decide where to rest her gaze. Inevitably, she fixed it on Liam, and was equal parts pleased and dismayed by the obvious hunger that crept into his eyes when he saw her. Fortunately, everyone else had turned to greet her; Liamâs hungry look, and his crooked smile, were hers alone.
âOh, Alix,â Kerta said, âIâm so sorry we didnât find your brother. It was not for lack of trying.â
Gwylim scooted over to make room for Alix on the log he was sitting on. âI donât know if Green told you, but I found clear signs of a small army crossing the marsh near Edin. Horses, riding in formation. Your brother rides at the head of that column, or Iâm a fishmonger.â
âYouâd make a terrible fishmonger,â Liam said.
âI do hate fish,â Gwylim agreed.
Kerta ignored the banter. âWe begged the general to keep looking. Liam especially.â
âPushed and pushed,â Ide said. âThought he was going to earn himself the whip for sure.â
âGreen doesnât believe in flogging,â Liam said, his grey eyes still pinned on Alix.
Ide shrugged and bit into an apple. âFigure of speech.â Sheâd cut her hair again, Alix noticed; it looped about her ears in ragged, boyish curls. Doubtless sheâd done it herself, with or without a mirror. Ide didnât like âleaving âem something to grab on to.â She openly mocked Kerta for letting her hair flow about her face (âlike blinders on a horseâ) and was only slightly less scathing of Alixâs customary braid (âGive âem a rope, why donât you?â). When Kerta had pointed out that Ide looked like a man, Ide had only shrugged and said, âFight like one too.â Judging by the scars crisscrossing her arms, that was Destanâs own truth.
âThank you all for trying,â Alix said. âI know Rig is out there, and thatâs what counts. Iâm just glad no one was hurt. Green says the enemy is deep in the Blacklands.â
âBold as you please,â Ide said, âconsidering how few they are. The Raven will wallop âem soon enough.â
Liamâs expression darkened. âThen whatâs he waiting for? The Oridians have put five villages to the torch. Theyâve looted every pig and goat and bushel of grain, and left the farms in ashes. Thereâll be famine in
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