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My face warmed and I looked away. It wasn’t anything special, just what you had to do to survive. “Does anyone else know?”
“Ouea. She’s been with his family since he was your age. A few others, loyal supporters of his father’s, but they’re all over the Territories now.”
“Causing rebellions?”
“Gathering support for when the time is right to move against the Duke.”
“But that’s now!”
He shook his head. “No, it isn’t. We have no army, no defensible base.”
“So we’ll tell everyone who Jeatar is and we’ll get their support. We build the army, we march back to Baseer and take over, save Tali, then free Geveg and Verlatta. It’s a good plan.”
Onderaan looked at me, a sad smile on his face. “Nya, that’s not a plan, it’s a wish.”
“Maybe not.”
We could do it. How hard could it be to raise an army? The Duke did it, and no one even liked him.
“Nya, one day we will stop the Duke, but not now.” Onderaan stood and looked around the room. “Let me get you what pynvium I can. No bricks, but I think there are some orbs left.”
“What about Jeatar?”
“I’ll tell him you’re leaving after you’ve gone. He won’t be happy about it, but he’ll understand. Once we get the refugees settled in Veilig, I’ll come meet you in Geveg.”
“How will I find you?”
He paused. “Be in Analov Park at sunset in six days. Right under Grandpa’s statue.”
We decided to leave at night. The man who’d attacked me still hadn’t been found, and we agreed it was safer to travel when no one was watching. Quenji found a horse and wagon – which I suspected Onderaan had something to do with by the way the wagon was stocked – and had it tucked away at the edge of the woods down the road.
“Why can’t we come with you?” Jovan asked. His twin brother, Bahari, had been the one asking all afternoon, but he’d given up. Or they were taking turns.
“Because it’s not safe,” Danello answered, same as he’d done all day. He hadn’t snapped, hadn’t yelled, hadn’t done any of the things I might have done if my little brothers had been pestering me for hours. “Stay with Ouea. She’ll take care of you until we’re done in Geveg.”
“And then you’ll come back for us?” Halima asked, twisting one blonde braid around her finger.
“Promise.” He knelt and hugged her tight. “I’ll always come back for you.”
Was being able to say goodbye harder or easier than just losing someone? I didn’t know if I’d have had the strength to let Tali go, knowing I might not ever see her again.
“Find Da,” Bahari said, hugging him when Halima was done. “Bring him back with you.”
“I will, I promise.”
We all got hugs too, and Ouea herded the little ones back inside the house. I took Danello’s hand. It trembled, and he grabbed mine tighter.
“They’ll be OK, right?” he whispered.
“Safer than we’ll be. Ouea won’t let anything happen to them. And Quenji’s pack is staying, too, so Zee and Ceun will look after them as well.” So much more than Tali ever had.
He took a shaky breath and nodded. “OK, let’s go.”
“We’re all loaded up,” Quenji said, smiling from the driver’s bench of the wagon. “How far to Geveg?”
“Two or three days.”
He made a face. “Sounds boring.”
We climbed in the wagon and took seats on the wooden benches on both sides. Not the most comfortable ride to Geveg, but we’d manage.
Quenji snapped the reins, and we rumbled down the road, everyone quiet save for the occasional cough. I watched the farm fade away in the night, unable to shake the feeling I was leaving family behind.
Chapter Five (#ulink_695ab7fe-3f92-56d5-8185-39cddbe775a4)
We rolled into Dorpstaad, one of the few places in the marshes big enough to be called a town. It sat on the edge of the lake, with blue-reed marshes on one side and rich farmland on the other. Wasn’t much more than a few dozen trader posts, but it did have the ferry dock to Geveg Isles, a traveller’s house, and one coffeehouse – a welcome sight after two days on the road.
Beyond the buildings the lake sparkled, but Geveg was hazy, and thin tendrils of smoke curled above the rooftops. Fires.
“Jeatar did say they were rebelling.” Danello sounded calm, but he had to be worried about his father. “Doesn’t look too bad though. No worse than the riots a few months ago.”
It had to be worse than that if the Gov-Gen had been killed. But I knew hope when I heard it.
Quenji parked near the stables and arranged for a paddock and a place to store the wagon. It was too expensive to ferry them across, and there were few places to store them in Geveg if we did. Between what Quenji had no doubt stolen and what Danello had won from the soldiers playing cards, we could afford a few days’ keep.
I stretched my sore muscles. “Let’s find out when the next ferry is.”
The ferry dock was empty. Not even the usual beggars crouched by the pilings or resting under the mangrove trees. The ferry itself sat empty at its berth at the far end of the dock.
“Maybe it’s not running?” Aylin shielded her eyes with her hand and gazed over the water. It was flat today, barely any breeze to stir the surface.
“Or they’re not letting it dock at Geveg,” Danello said. “That’s the easiest way to keep people from leaving the city.”
“Or coming into the city,” I added.
This would be a problem. Without a boat, we weren’t getting into Geveg. A few fishing boats were docked at other berths, plus one skiff that looked fancy enough to belong to an aristocrat.
“If you know how to sail it, I can steal it,” Quenji said, following my stare.
I’d had enough of jails and cages for a while. Besides, we needed to draw as little attention to ourselves as possible. “Let’s see if someone is willing to take us across first.”
Lanelle snorted. “No one is going to risk their neck to help us.”
“Us, maybe,” said Aylin, “You, no.”
“Let’s look around.” I sighed. You’d think after two days of baiting each other they’d be tired of it.
We left the dock and headed for the main street. People were out and about, but the town lacked the usual bustle. No one was looking for work, and no day vendors had set up carts on the streets. It made sense if no one could get out of Geveg, but it was still eerie.
The scent of coffee lured us to the coffeehouse on the opposite side of the block, down near the traveller’s house.
“Anyone hungry?” Danello said.
My stomach rumbled. Breakfast had been a long time ago – and not much of it at that. “Sounds good. We might be able to find a fisherman there too and ask about paying him for passage.”
Aylin linked her arm through Quenji’s. “I haven’t had good Gevegian coffee in months, so let’s—”
A soldier in pynvium armour walked out of the coffeehouse.
Lanelle gasped. “Undying!”
“Be still.” I looked away fast, keeping my face down. My heart raced, and my feet wanted to follow, but running would get me noticed.
A regular soldier in Baseeri blue walked out next, and a boy in Healers’ League green followed.
Soek? He was one of the apprentices Vinnot had been experimenting on in the spire room along with Tali. He’d helped me escape, even tried to help free me when the tracker captured me, but we hadn’t seen him since that day.
The same day I’d lost Tali.
Soek stared at me, his eyes full of fear; then he looked away and shot a nervous glance at the soldiers escorting him.
What were they doing to him? He had to be a prisoner; he’d never help the Undying or the Duke. But why here and not the League?
Folks stepped aside, their heads down, and let them pass. The Undying walked with the same arrogance I’d seen in Baseer, as if he knew nothing could hurt him.
For a moment I wondered if there was any pain in that armour of his. If so, I could hurt him plenty.
“Eyes down,” Danello whispered into my ear. “You’re glaring at him.”
Was I? I looked away, face flushed, but I couldn’t help peeking again.
Soek and the soldiers walked to the traveller’s house. Soek glanced helplessly at me once more before following them inside. A plea.
People started moving again, and I caught a few loud sighs of relief. We darted into the coffeehouse and grabbed a table in the back where we could watch both the door and the dining room.
“Was that Soek?” Aylin asked, keeping her voice low.
I nodded. “We have to save him.”
“No, we don’t,” Lanelle said, face pale. “We have to get out of here right now. There are Undying here.”
I leaned closer. “We knew there was a chance we’d see Undying,” I half lied. I’d figured we’d see them once the Duke got there, but not this soon. Had he sent some in advance? “It’s just one, and he doesn’t seem to be doing anything but guard duty.”
“Who’s Soek?” Quenji asked.
“A friend of ours. He was an apprentice at the League. Nya, he looked really scared,” Aylin said to me.
“He did.”
“You think he’s the only one here?” asked Lanelle.
“I don’t know. The League comes out to the marsh farms once a month for heals. They could be here for that.” I used to join Mama on those trips. Folks would ride in from all over Geveg proper for a chance at real healing.
The server headed over and we fell silent.
“Excuse me,” I said after he set our plates down. “Did I see a Healer leave here a few minutes ago?”
The server hesitated but nodded. “There’s a League group at the traveller’s house. Been here a few weeks, ever since things got bad over there.” He tipped his head towards the Isles.
“What is going on over there? I noticed the ferry wasn’t running.”
He glanced around and leaned a little closer. “I hear the whole city revolted, Baseeri and Gevegians. Each of the Geveg islands belongs to a different group now. The commander, the dockworkers, the aristocrats. Anyone willing to grab a sword and guard a bridge could take an island.”
“What about the Governor-General?” I asked, fishing for more information. “Isn’t he doing anything to stop it?”
“They say he died the first day. That’s what set off the riots.”
But why would Baseeri revolt against the Gov-Gen or the Duke?
“Are there a lot of those soldiers in that blue armour?” I said. “I’ve never seen them before.”
The server gulped. “Just the one. He came over with the Healers. That was the last ferry out of the Isles. Lots of smaller boats docked after that, but nothing since last week.”
Danello looked puzzled. “The Healers are just staying here?”
“Seems like it.” He shrugged. “They’re making good money, and it’s not safe to go back to the Isles.”
I’d met plenty of folks who’d take advantage of such a situation and see it as a way to earn some fast money, but not Soek. Maybe the soldiers were forcing him to do it.
“Is there any way into Geveg?” I asked.
“Not unless you wanna swim.” Another customer called, and the server hurried off.
“Did you see his face when you asked about the Undying?” Aylin shuddered. “I think finding someone willing to take us over there just got harder.”
We’d be fools to wander in blindly. We had no idea which isle belonged to who, or who we needed to speak to and warn about the Duke.
“We need more information about what’s going on over there,” I said.
Danello nodded. “How do we find out?”
“Soek? We need to rescue him anyway.”
Everyone looked at each other as if they hoped someone else had a better idea.
Danello sighed. “Yeah, we can’t leave him there. And he’ll probably know what’s going on better than anyone else here.”
“We’ll need a boat too,” I said. “Quenji, see if you can trade the horse or wagon or both for one, even for a day or two.”
