“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. Slowly, my focus drifted, dipping in and out of sleep, over and over again, as the inn eased into silence around us.
It was the unmistakable clash of blade against blade that brought me up on to my knees, still half asleep. The room was gray with predawn light. I struggled to my feet, listening for the direction of the threat.
Below, in the courtyard.
The sound of footsteps running along the corridor swept away my confusion. Vida was already crouched with a knife in her hand. Dela rolled off her pallet, tense and ready. I fumbled for my swords, their ancient energy burning into me.
The screen snapped open.
We all froze, gaping at the figure in the doorway.
Ryko.
The faint light from the window caught a thick wet shine across his face and chest. Blood. A lot of it.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE BIG MAN staggered into the room, his chest heaving in ragged gasps. He dropped his sword and doubled over.
Dela ran forward. “You’re hurt.”
“No.” Ryko caught Dela’s outstretched hand and held her at arm’s length. “It doesn’t matter.” He took a shuddering breath. “The Pearl Emperor is below.”
“Here?” Vida was aghast. “Why?”
Ryko’s face was stark in the moonlight. “When I found His Majesty, I told him Sethon killed his mother and brother. He went mad. Some kind of blood rage. He killed two of his own guard — and then he came down here, looking for Sethon’s men. He’s cutting down everyone in sight. Everyone.”
“If he is killed, everything is lost,” Vida said.
I stared down at the moonstone and jade hilts in my hands.
Their pale glow blurred into a vision of the Imperial Pearl sewn into the base of Kygo’s throat. I shook my head, trying to clear the image from my mind. It shifted, but a soft hum settled into the base of my skull.
“We must stop him,” Vida said. “Disarm him. Get him out of here.”
“Disarm him?” Ryko said. “We cannot raise a weapon against the emperor.” He wiped blood out of his eyes “Dela, get Lady Eona to safety. Go, while the fighting is confined to the courtyard.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “We have to stop the emperor.” The hum was louder now.
“We can’t stop him,” Ryko said. “We can’t touch him.”
I tightened my grip on Kinra’s swords. “I can.”
I had already hit the Pearl Emperor once. It was less than a week since I had rammed the heel of my hand into Kygo’s throat to stop him from strangling me. He had thought I was Lord Eon, his powerful ally. When I had confessed I was just a girl, his rage had been terrifying.
I turned to Vida. “Find Solly and get us some horses.”
“From where?” she protested.
“I don’t know. Just do it!”
I headed for the door, but Dela blocked my way.
“Let me pass,” I said.
“No. You must not endanger yourself. Not again.”
“Get out of my way, Dela.” I tried to move around her, but she matched my step.
“If you die, Lady Dragoneye,” she said, “the emperor has no chance of reclaiming his throne.”
A rush of energy — not my own — exploded through me. I slammed my elbow into Dela’s chest, punching out her air. She dropped to the floor.
For a long moment no one moved, then Dela took a rasping breath, her eyes wide with shock. My own astonishment pressed me back a step. The violent energy had come from the swords. From Kinra.
“Stop her, Ryko!” Dela finally gasped.
He backed away. “I cannot.” He looked wildly at me as if I was the one stopping him. Fear bleached his face. “I cannot.”
“What?” Dela’s voice shrilled into disbelief. She lunged for me as I pushed past Ryko into the dim passageway. I ran to the staircase and took the steps two at a time. As I rounded the landing, the muffled struggle in the courtyard separated into loud screams and cries above the ring of clashing swords.
“What’s wrong with you, Ryko?” I heard Dela demand. They were following me. “Why didn’t you stop her?”
“I don’t know! I–I couldn’t move!”
I jumped the last few steps and landed heavily, still unused to the mobility of my healed body. Kinra’s determination was thrumming in my mind, driving me toward the battle. Ryko and Dela clattered down the steps behind me.
“Eona, wait,” Dela pleaded.