Chapter 18 #2
Clusters have formed: knights in their maroon red in one group, and then five smaller splinter groups of nobles gathered in their city colours.
Despite the seemingly city-based solidarity, I know I won’t be welcomed in the Wrohelm cohort, so I make my way over to the groups of islanders.
My hair already marks me as an outcast, so wearing black among a sea of purple is nothing to me.
‘My little sister Carys told me all about the Sunken Temple before we came. She did a tonne of research,’ Llinos is saying as I join the group, ‘especially about the blood vow. One year, every Rettling had to fill an entire cup with their blood.’
‘That can’t be true,’ Coulter replies before adding worriedly, ‘Can it?’
‘No,’ Benny says firmly. ‘Carys was just winding Llin up. Ninety percent of the time it’s been a slice to the palm.’
I had plenty for breakfast, but I’ve also placed a couple of pastries in a cloth bag that’s slung over my shoulder. I guess old habits die hard, although now I’m grateful I did. If they do take a cup’s worth of blood, some sugar will speed up my recovery.
‘And the other ten percent?’ I ask, only for Benny to suffer from a sudden lapse of hearing.
‘Nice blade,’ he compliments Jai instead.
The boulder-esque man shrugs as he glances down at his belt, where several blades are sheathed. The one Benny is talking about has only the hilt visible: hammered metal with bone inlay. Something twists uncomfortably inside me, but then again, I’m sure it’s just a common design.
‘Got it on the boat over,’ Jai grunts in response.
I don’t press him. I need allies, and I’m not losing them on the prince’s say-so. Kyor could be lying. After all, he might have spotted the blade on Jai’s hip and made the whole thing up. Yet there’s still a heavy stone in my gut.
‘Carriages are coming up from the sixth ring now,’ Loch tells us. ‘Lots of them. I suppose that’s how we’re getting to the Sunken Temple.’
The sixth ring? The fact that Loch can hear that is both impressive and terrifying. I wonder if he could hear it because he was specifically listening for it, or whether he can just hear that far away. If that’s the case, it must be torture at times.
I look over at the other clusters of Rettlings. Thankfully, the Rowell group is a fair distance away from us, and there’s no sign of Kyor yet – though I hate myself for looking – but there’s one person on her own who catches my eye.
‘Estel!’ I lift my hands as I call her name. When she’s looking in my direction, I wave her over before glancing at Benny.
‘You don’t mind, do you?’
‘More the merrier,’ he replies easily. ‘At this stage anyway.’
‘Hey,’ I say, stretching out my hand as she reaches us. ‘I’m Rose. Thought you might want to ride over with us.’
Her eyes narrow. ‘I don’t need your sympathy. I’m not like you. I have powers.’
The remark stings more than I expected. ‘You may have powers, but apparently you don’t have any manners,’ I respond sharply.
Her lips purse. ‘You’re right. I’m sorry. Long night bunking with a crazy woman from Dorain. Thank you for the offer.’
There’s no general chitchat or offer of polite conversation, and I’m just starting to regret my decision to invite Estel to join us, when Jonas approaches.
While everyone else looks at least a bit haggard – either from too much drink, not enough sleep, or a combination of both – Jonas is sporting a perfectly fresh face.
His mane of hair is tied back in a knot on the top of his head, while his eyes glimmer like he’s never been more well-rested.
‘It’s eight people to a carriage,’ he tells us. He notices Estel and offers her a nod. ‘You’re joining us?’ he questions her.
Benny doesn’t miss a beat before he replies, ‘Us? I assume that means you’re happy to work with us, Jonas?’
The two men observe each other for a beat longer than would be considered normal.
‘To start with,’ Jonas replies breezily.
‘Obviously,’ Benny drawls.
It’s a little while longer until the wide gates at the back of the yard open, and a stream of horse-drawn carriages files into the courtyard.
All made of the same deep, stained wood, the carriages look incredibly claustrophobic, and I’m not even inside yet.
It doesn’t bode well. Before I have time for panic to sink in, Llinos sidles up beside me.
‘So what happened with you two last night?’ she asks with a slight gesture to Jonas.
‘What? Oh nothing,’ I reply. ‘Well, he warded my room, but that’s it.
’ It’s only then that I remember the way Jonas’s thumb brushed against the skin by my cut and how he kissed my cheek.
It was as though the incident with Kyor this morning had pushed him entirely from my mind.
Not that I plan on telling Llinos about that either.
‘He didn’t come back to the ball. Not while we were still there,’ Llinos presses as if she’s sure I’m lying.
‘Then he probably went to bed. On his own,’ I stress.
A moment later, a carriage draws up beside us. It’s the only carriage with jet-black horses, and for reasons I can’t explain, my eyes gravitate to the top of the wall beside me. The skin on the back of my neck prickles, and some part of me already knows what I’m going to see.
Sure enough, a single raven sits at eye height, its beady gaze narrowed directly on me.
Maybe that’s just the way their eyes are, always looking like they’re staring at you.
Like those portraits where the subject’s gaze follows you around the room.
That’s all it is. That’s all it can be. Yet despite my valid reasoning, a hollowness forms in the pit of my stomach.
With a shake of my head, I move towards the carriage to climb in next to Coulter and Jai, who are already on board.
It’s not an omen. It’s just a bird. It doesn’t mean anything.