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of their grandparents?
 Kushiel, I whispered into the darkness.  I have spent my life trying to be good. I pray you hear
your scion s prayers. There is no one here in need of your harsh justice, only your mercy.
There was no answer. Outside my narrow window, the moon inched closer to fullness in the night
sky.
Some time after dawn, I arose hollow-eyed for lack of sleep and donned the clothing that the
maidservant Clory had laid out for me. Black breeches and a black doublet. Mourning attire. It must
have belonged to Joscelin.
It fit surprisingly well.
I descended the stairs to find the rest of the household likewise attired in mourning garb. Joscelin
eyed me critically.  You re limping. I didn t notice that yesterday.
I opened my mouth to say that my healing wound stiffened when I slept, then caught myself.  I
took a tumble on the ship in some rough waters and got a nasty bruise.
Phèdre cocked her head at me.  Why didn t Astegal s ship continue up the Aviline? What made
you decide to transfer to a barge?
For the first time in my life, I had cause to curse her agile wits.  We thought it would be safer if
no one knew Sidonie had returned, I said.  We d heard the rumors of impending war.
She didn t blink.  How did you know you could trust the barge-captain?
 I don t know. I was too tired to invent a good lie.  Astegal had made plans for every
contingency. You d have to ask Kratos the details.
It seemed to satisfy her, at least for the moment. I trusted Kratos would field the question with
aplomb if Phèdre chose to pursue it. I hoped he d slept better than I had.
Word came from the Palace before we d finished breaking our fast; we were summoned to a
funeral service in Astegal s honor that afternoon. It would take place at the Temple of Elua, followed by
a reception at the Palace. Ysandre and Drustan were moving swiftly; but then, there was precious little
time to spare.
 I should attend as a member of House Courcel, I said, rising from the table.  I ll see you at the
temple.
Another glance exchanged.
 Imriel, Phèdre said gently.  I think it s best if you stay with us. I m pleased that the physicians
in Carthage were able to explain your situation in a way you could understand, but Sidonie s in a great
deal of pain right now. I fear worrying about your delusions is the last thing she needs.
I gritted my teeth.  Actually, she said I was a solace. That it was a comfort to know that the last
kinsman she expected had stayed loyal to the Crown.
 I m sure she did, Phèdre said.  She s always had a keen sense of propriety, even as a little girl.
I never understood why you disliked her, any more than I can understand why your illness turned your
feelings inside out. She shook her head.  Nonetheless, give the poor child a moment s peace.
Joscelin s hand closed on my shoulder.  Why don t we spar? It will be like old times.
I turned my head toward him.  Do you mean to keep me here forcibly?
 Imri. Joscelin s grip tightened, then released. He caught my hand instead and raised it, baring
my wrist to reveal the faint scars there. His eyes were grave. The vile threats I could never unsay, never
forget I d uttered, echoed in my memory.  We re trying to help.
I looked away.  I know. All right.
I couldn t begin to count the number of times I d sparred with Joscelin: here in the inner
courtyard of the townhouse, in the gardens of Montrève. The hilts of the wooden practice-swords we
used were smooth and shiny with wear. He d begun teaching me on the deck of a ship bound for
Menekhet when I was ten years old. Betimes when I concentrated on my footwork, I could still
remember the feel of the warm deck beneath my bare feet. I d been so grateful for his attention, for his
loving patience.
My heart wasn t in it today.
My heart was in the Palace, agonizing for Sidonie as she prepared to hear Astegal of Carthage
lovingly eulogized, worrying about the charm holding. It was with Alais and, gods help me, Barquiel
L Envers as they went about the terrible chore of raising an ever-larger army. I fought mechanically. My
feet remembered the steps of their own accord. My thigh throbbed. My arms remembered the dull
exhaustion I d felt outside the gates of Amílcar, my muscles quivering with the aftermath of untold blows
and parries.
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