Eona - Alison Goodman [21]
She took a deep breath, then whispered, “In search of me? Why?”
“He wants to offer us an escort to the next village.”
Dela shook her head. “That’s bad news.”
I nodded. “At least our friend has gone, hasn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“And he is all right?”
“He has not been ‘all right’ since the village.” Her low voice was harsh. She pressed her palms against her eyes. “Forgive me, I am tired. He is well enough. And on his way.” With an effort, she rallied her authority. “You must promise you will not put yourself in danger again. We cannot afford to lose you.”
“I had to do something.”
“No, Eona, we had it in hand.” Her eyes held mine until I looked away. “At least your feigned madness will be a good excuse to stay here while Haddo and his men move on. If all goes well, we’ll know by tomorrow afternoon if our journey has been worthwhile.”
“Master,” Vida called from the passage, “the serving girl is here with your dinner. May she enter?”
Before long, the girl had set out our repast on the low table and left with Vida to show her the way to the kitchens and her own meal. I knelt on the dusty cushion opposite Dela and eyed the meager array of vegetables, rice, and pickles accompanied by a small bowl of tea to wash it down. Good pilgrim fare. It was a silent meal—with Vida in the kitchens and Solly guarding the cart, we had no lookout and could not risk a real conversation. I sensed that Dela did not want to talk, anyway. Her worry for Ryko was like another guest at the table.
After the serving girl cleared away the remains, Vida returned to the room, yawning, her fatigue so great that it blunted her hostility into clipped sentences and sidelong glances. All of us were tired and irritable with fear, but I was the only one not completely bowed by exhaustion, so I took first watch.
Both Dela and Vida were asleep as soon as they stretched out, fully clothed, on their bedrolls. I unwrapped Kinra’s swords and laid them carefully on the floor, ignoring their flare of anger. The compass had been bundled with them. I picked up the leather pouch and slid the heavy gold disc out onto my palm. It was divided into twenty-four concentric rings, the center point housing a huge round ruby and the outermost ring studded with smaller red gems at the cardinal points. The other rings were etched with pictures of the celestial animals and elegant Woman Script. The compass was meant to focus the Mirror Dragon’s energy and draw on the earth’s ley lines, but until I could use my power and read the ancient characters, it was little more than a beautiful decoration. I returned it to its cover and placed it next to the swords.
My waist pouch was next, quickly untied and laid beside the compass. Then I struggled out of my over-robe, glad to be free of it, and sat in my thin shift, listening to the faint sounds of the soldiers singing and laughing across the courtyard.
As my watch hours passed, I examined my decision to stop Haddo from entering the stable yard. Dela had called it foolhardy. Admittedly, there had been some risk, but the threat of discovery had been real. I could not have sat by while Ryko was in danger—it was not in my nature. There was a saying that the strength of a man’s steel was only known under the hammer of circumstance. If anyone had asked me a few hours ago, I would have said that nearly five years of boyhood had hammered me into constant fear and excessive caution. But now I realized it had done the opposite. It had shaped me into someone who stepped forward and reached for what she wanted. It was too late for me to tuck my hands behind my back and wait like a good woman.
Finally, at the toll of a distant midnight bell, I leaned over and shook Dela awake. She sat up immediately, groping for her knife.
“Your watch,” I whispered. “Nothing to report.”
She flashed a tired smile. “Didn’t I just lie down two minutes ago?”
“Four.” I returned her smile, glad that sleep had softened her anger and worry.
I settled back on my bed as Dela headed for the night bowl.