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Chapter no 5

Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3)

THE WHOLE CAVERN SHOOK.ย Little rivulets of pebbles clattered down on us.

Mal was beside me in an instant. He yanked me away from the falling rock as Zoya bracketed my other side.

โ€œLights out!โ€ Mal shouted. โ€œPacks off.โ€

We shoved our packs against the walls as a kind of buttress, then doused the lanterns in case the sparks set off another explosion.

Boom. Above us? North of us? It was hard to tell.

Long seconds passed.ย Boom. This one was closer, louder. Rocks and soil rained down on our bent heads.

โ€œHe found us,โ€ moaned Sergei, his voice ragged with fear.

โ€œHe couldnโ€™t have,โ€ Zoya protested. โ€œEven the Apparat didnโ€™t know where we were headed.โ€

Mal shifted slightly. I heard the smatter of pebbles. โ€œItโ€™s a random attack,โ€ he said.

Genyaโ€™s voice trembled when she whispered, โ€œThat cat is bad luck.โ€

Boom.ย Loud enough to rattle my jaw. โ€œMetan yez,โ€ said David. Marsh gas.

I smelled it a second later, peaty and foul. If there were Inferni above us, a spark would follow and blow us all to bits. Someone started crying.

โ€œSquallers,โ€ commanded Mal, โ€œsend it east.โ€ How could he sound so calm?

I felt Zoya move, then the rush of air as she and the others drove the gas away from us.

Boom.ย It was hard to breathe. The space seemed too small. โ€œOh, Saints,โ€ Sergei quavered.

โ€œI see flame!โ€ Tolya shouted.

โ€œSend it east,โ€ repeated Mal, voice steady. Theย whooshย of Squaller wind followed. Malโ€™s body was braced next to mine. My hand snaked out, seeking his. Our fingers twined together. I heard a small sob from my other side, and I reached for Zoyaโ€™s free hand, taking it in mine.

BOOM.ย This time the whole tunnel roared with the sound of falling rock. I heard people shouting in the dark. Dust filled my lungs.

When the noise stopped, Mal said, โ€œNo lanterns. Alina, we need light.โ€ It was a struggle, but I found a thread of sunlight and let it blossom through the tunnel. We were all covered in dust, eyes wide and frightened. I did a quick tally: Mal, Genya, David, Zoya, Nadia, and Harshawโ€”Oncat tucked into his shirt.

โ€œTolya?โ€ shouted Mal.

Nothing. Then, โ€œWeโ€™re all right.โ€

Tolyaโ€™s voice came from behind the wall of fallen rock blocking the tunnel, but it was strong and clear. I pressed my head to my knees in relief.

โ€œWhereโ€™s my brother?โ€ yelled Nadia.

โ€œHeโ€™s here with me and Tamar,โ€ Tolya replied. โ€œSergei and Stigg?โ€ I asked.

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€

Saints.

We waited for anotherย boom,ย for the rest of the tunnel to come down on top of us. When nothing happened, we started scrabbling toward Tolyaโ€™s voice as he and Tamar dug from the other side. In a matter of moments, we saw their hands, then their dirty faces staring back at us. They scooted into our section of the tunnel. As soon as Adrik dropped his hands, the ceiling above where he and the twins had been standing collapsed in a billow of dust and rock. He was shaking badly.

โ€œYou held the cave?โ€ Zoya asked.

Tolya nodded. โ€œHe made a bubble as soon as we heard that last boom.โ€ โ€œHuh,โ€ Zoya said to Adrik. โ€œIโ€™m impressed.โ€

At the elation that burst over his face, she groaned. โ€œNever mind. Iโ€™m downgrading that to grudging approval.โ€

โ€œSergei?โ€ I called. โ€œStigg?โ€ Silence, the shift of gravel.

โ€œLet me try something,โ€ said Zoya. She raised her hands. I heard a crackling in my ears, and the air seemed to grow damp. โ€œSergei?โ€ she said. Her voice sounded weirdly distant.

Then I heard Sergeiโ€™s voice, weak and trembling, but clear, as if he were speaking right beside me. โ€œHere,โ€ he panted.

Zoya flexed her fingers, making adjustments, and called to Sergei again.

This time, when he replied, David said, โ€œIt sounds like itโ€™s coming from below us.โ€

โ€œMaybe not,โ€ Zoya replied. โ€œThe acoustics can be misleading.โ€

Mal moved farther down the passage. โ€œNo, heโ€™s right. The floor in their segment of the tunnel must have collapsed.โ€

It took us nearly two hours to find them and dig them outโ€”Tolya hefting soil, Mal calling directions, the Squallers stabilizing the sides of the tunnel with air as I maintained a dim illumination, the others forming a line to move rocks and sand.

When we found Stigg and Sergei, they were covered in mud and nearly comatose.

โ€œLowered our pulses,โ€ Sergei mumbled groggily. โ€œSlow respiration. Use less air.โ€

Tolya and Tamar brought them back, raising their heart rates and flushing their lungs with oxygen.

โ€œDidnโ€™t think youโ€™d come,โ€ slurred a still-bleary Stigg.

โ€œWhy?โ€ cried Genya, gently brushing the dirt from around his eyes. โ€œHe wasnโ€™t sure that youโ€™d care,โ€ said Harshaw from behind me.

There were mumbled protests and some guilty looks. I did think of Stigg and Harshaw as outsiders. And Sergei โ€ฆ well โ€ฆ Sergei had been lost for a while now. None of us had done a very good job of reaching out to them.

When Sergei and Stigg could walk, we headed back to the more intact part of the tunnel. One by one, the Squallers released their power, as we waited to see if the ceiling would hold so they could rest. We brushed the dust and grime off one anotherโ€™s faces and clothes as best we could, then passed a flask ofย kvasย around. Stigg clung to it like a baby with a bottle.

โ€œEveryone okay?โ€ Mal asked. โ€œNever better,โ€ said Genya shakily.

David raised his hand. โ€œIโ€™ve been better.โ€

We all started laughing. โ€œWhat?โ€ he said.

โ€œHow did you even do that?โ€ Nadia asked Zoya. โ€œThat trick with the sound?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s just a way of creating an acoustical anomaly. We used to play with it back in school so we could eavesdrop on people in other rooms.โ€

Genya snorted. โ€œOf course you did.โ€

โ€œCould you show us how to do it?โ€ asked Adrik. โ€œIf Iโ€™m ever bored enough.โ€

โ€œSquallers,โ€ Mal said, โ€œare you ready to move again?โ€

They all nodded. Their faces had the gleam that came with using Grisha power, but I knew they must already be approaching their limits. Theyโ€™d been keeping tons of rock off us for half a mile, and theyโ€™d need more than a few minutes of rest to restore themselves.

โ€œThen letโ€™s get the hell out of here,โ€ Mal said.

I lit the way, still wary of what surprises might be waiting for us. We moved cautiously, Squallers on alert, twisting through tunnels and passages until I had no sense of which way weโ€™d gone. We were well off the map that David and Mal had created.

Every sound seemed magnified. Every fall of pebbles made us pause, frozen, waiting for the worst. I tried to think of anything but the weight of the soil above us. If the earth came down and the Squallersโ€™ power failed, we would be crushed and no one would ever know, wildflowers pressed between the pages of a book and forgotten.

Eventually, I became aware that my legs were working harder and realized the grade of the floor had turned steep. I heard relieved sighs, a few quiet cheers, and less than an hour later, we found ourselves crowded into some kind of basement room, looking up at the bottom of a trapdoor.

The ground was wet here, pocked by little puddlesโ€”signs that we must be close to the river cities. By the light from my palms, I could see that the stone walls were cracked, but whether the damage was old or the result of the recent explosions, I couldnโ€™t tell.

โ€œHow did you do it?โ€ I asked Mal.

He shrugged. โ€œSame as always. Thereโ€™s game on the surface. I just treated it like a hunt.โ€

Tolya pulled Davidโ€™s old watch from the pocket of his coat. I wasnโ€™t sure when heโ€™d acquired it. โ€œIf this thing is keeping time right, weโ€™re well past sunset.โ€

โ€œYou have to wind it every day,โ€ said David. โ€œI know that.โ€

โ€œWell, did you?โ€ โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œThen itโ€™s keeping time right.โ€

I wondered if I should remind David that Tolyaโ€™s fist was roughly the circumference of his head.

Zoya sniffed. โ€œWith our luck, someone will be setting up for midnight mass.โ€

Many of the entrances and exits to the tunnels were found in holy placesโ€” but not all of them. We might emerge in the apse of a church or the courtyard of a monastery or we might poke our heads out of the floor of a brothel.ย And good day to you, sir.ย I pushed down a crazed giggle. Exhaustion and fear were making me giddy.

What if someone was waiting for us up there? What if the Apparat had switched sides yet again and set the Darkling on our trail? I wasnโ€™t thinking straight. Mal believed the explosions had been a random attack on the tunnels, and that was the only thing that made sense. The Apparat couldnโ€™t know where weโ€™d be or when. And even if the Darkling had somehow found out that we were headed for Ryevost, why bother using bombs to drive us to the surface? He could just wait for us to turn up there.

โ€œLetโ€™s go,โ€ I said. โ€œI feel like Iโ€™m suffocating.โ€ Mal signaled for Tolya and Tamar to flank me.

โ€œBe ready,โ€ he said to them. โ€œAny sign of trouble, you get her out of here.

Take the tunnels due west as far as you can.โ€

It was only after heโ€™d started climbing the ladder that I realized weโ€™d all hung back, waiting for him to go first. Tolya and Tamar were both more experienced fighters, and Mal was the onlyย otkazatโ€™syaย among us. So why was he the one taking the brunt of the risk? I wanted to call him back, tell him to be careful, but it would just sound absurd. โ€œCarefulโ€ wasnโ€™t something we did anymore.

At the top of the ladder, he gestured down at me, and I released the light,

pitching us into darkness. I heard a thump, the sound of hinges straining, then a soft grunt and a creak as the trapdoor opened. No light flooded down, no shouts, no gunfire.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I followed the sounds of Mal levering himself up, his footfalls above us. Finally, I heard the scrape of a match, and light bloomed through the trapdoor. Mal whistled twiceโ€”the all clear.

One by one, we ascended the ladder. When I stuck my head through the trapdoor, a chill slid over my spine. The room was hexagonal, its walls carved from what looked like blue lapis, each studded with wooden panels painted with a different Saint, their golden halos glinting in the lamplight. The corners were thick with milky cobwebs. Malโ€™s lantern rested on a stone sarcophagus. We were in a crypt.

โ€œPerfect,โ€ said Zoya. โ€œFrom a tunnel to a tomb. Whatโ€™s next, an outing to a slaughterhouse?โ€

โ€œMezle,โ€ David said, pointing to one of the names carved into the wall. โ€œThey were an old Grisha family. There was even one of them at the Little Palace beforeโ€”โ€

โ€œBefore everyone died?โ€ put in Genya helpfully.

โ€œZiva Mezle,โ€ Nadia said quietly. โ€œShe was a Squaller.โ€

โ€œCan we host this salon somewhere else?โ€ Zoya asked. โ€œI want to get out of here.โ€

I rubbed my arms. She had a point.

The door looked like heavy iron. Tolya and Mal braced their shoulders against it as we arrayed ourselves behind them, hands raised, Inferni with their flints ready. I took my position in back, prepared to wield the Cut, if necessary.

โ€œOn three,โ€ Mal said.

A burble of laughter escaped me. Everyone turned.

I flushed. โ€œWell, weโ€™re probably in a graveyard, and weโ€™re about to come charging out of a tomb.โ€

Genya giggled. โ€œIf anyoneโ€™s out there, weโ€™re going to scare the sneeze out of him.โ€

With the barest hint of a grin, Mal said, โ€œGood point. Letโ€™s lead with

ooooooo.โ€ Then the grin disappeared. He nodded at Tolya. โ€œStay low.โ€

He counted down, and they shoved. The bolts shrieked, and the tomb doors

flew open. We waited, but there were no sounds of alarm to greet us.

Slowly, we filed out into the deserted cemetery. This close to the river, people buried their dead aboveground in case of flooding. The tombs, arrayed in tidy rows like stone houses, gave the whole place the feel of an abandoned city. A wind blew through, shaking leaves free from the trees and stirring the grasses that grew up around the smaller grave sites. It was eerie, but I didnโ€™t care. The air was almost warm after the chill of the caves. We were outside at last.

I tilted my head back, breathing deeply. It was a clear, moonless night, and after those long months underground, the sight of all that sky was dizzying. And so many starsโ€”a glittering, tangled mass that seemed close enough to touch. I let their light fall over me like a balm, grateful for the air in my lungs, the night all around me.

โ€œAlina,โ€ Mal said softly.

I opened my eyes. The Grisha were staring. โ€œWhat?โ€

He took my hands and held them out in front of me, as if we were about to start a dance. โ€œYouโ€™re glowing.โ€

โ€œOh,โ€ I breathed. My skin was silver, cocooned in starlight. I hadnโ€™t even realized I was summoning. โ€œOops.โ€

He ran a finger down my forearm where the sleeve had ridden up, watching the play of light over my skin, a smile curling his lips. Abruptly, he stepped back. He dropped my hands as if they were hot.

โ€œBe more careful,โ€ he said tightly. He gestured to Adrik to help Tolya reseal the crypt, then spoke to the group. โ€œStay close and keep quiet. We need to find cover before dawn.โ€

The others fell into step behind him, letting him lead yet again. I hung back, actively brushing the light from my skin. It clung to me, as if my body was thirsty for it.

When Zoya drew level with me, she said, โ€œYou know, Starkov, Iโ€™m beginning to think you turned your hair white on purpose.โ€

I flicked a speck of starlight from my wrist, watching it fade. โ€œYes, Zoya, courting death is an integral part of my beauty regimen.โ€

She shrugged and cast a glance at Mal. โ€œWell, itโ€™s a little obvious for my taste, but Iโ€™d say the whole moon maiden look is working.โ€

The last person I wanted to talk to about Mal was Zoya, but that had

sounded suspiciously like a compliment. I remembered her gripping my hand during the cave-in and how strong sheโ€™d stayed throughout it all.

โ€œThanks,โ€ I said. โ€œFor keeping us safe down there. For helping save Sergei and Stigg.โ€

Even if I hadnโ€™t meant a word of it, the look of shock on her face would have been worth it.

โ€œYouโ€™re welcome,โ€ she managed. Then she stuck her perfect nose in the air and added, โ€œBut I wonโ€™t always be around to save your ass, Sun Summoner.โ€

I grinned and followed her down the aisle of graves. At least she was predictable.

* * *

IT TOOK US far too long to get out of the cemetery. The rows of crypts stretched on and on, cold testimony to the generations Ravka had been at war. The paths were raked clean, the graves marked with flowers, painted icons, gifts of candy, little piles of precious ammunitionโ€”small kindnesses, even for the dead. I thought of the men and women bidding us goodbye at the White Cathedral, pressing their offerings into our hands. I was grateful when we finally cleared the gates.

The terror of the cave-in and long hours on our feet had taken their toll, but Mal was determined to get us as close to Ryevost as he could before dawn. We trudged onward, marching parallel to the main road, keeping to the starlit fields. Occasionally we glimpsed a lone house, a lantern glowing in the window. It was a relief, somehow, to see these signs of life, to think of a farmer rising in the night to fill his cup with water, his head turning briefly to the window and the darkness beyond.

The sky had just started to lighten when we heard the sounds of someone approaching on the road. We barely had time to scurry into the woods and take shelter in the brush before we glimpsed the first wagon.

There were about fifteen people in the convoy, mostly men, a few women, all bristling with weapons. I glimpsed bits and pieces of First Army uniforms

โ€”standard-issue trousers shoved into decidedly nonregulation cowhide boots, an infantry coat shorn of its brass buttons.

It was impossible to tell what they were transporting. Their cargo had been covered by horse blankets and tightly secured to the wagon beds with rope.

โ€œMilitia?โ€ Tamar whispered.

โ€œCould be,โ€ said Mal. โ€œNot sure where a militia would get repeating rifles.โ€

โ€œIf theyโ€™re smugglers, I donโ€™t know any of them.โ€ โ€œI could follow,โ€ said Tolya.

โ€œWhy donโ€™t I just go do a waltz in the middle of the road?โ€ Tamar taunted.

Tolya was hardly quiet on his feet.

โ€œIโ€™m getting better,โ€ Tolya said defensively. โ€œBesidesโ€”โ€

Mal silenced them with a look. โ€œDo not pursue, do not engage.โ€

As Mal led us deeper into the trees, Tolya grumbled, โ€œYou donโ€™t even know how to waltz.โ€

* * *

WE MADE CAMP in a clearing close to a slender tributary of the Sokol, the river fed by the glaciers in the Petrazoi and the heart of commerce in the port cities. We hoped we were far enough from town and the main roads that we wouldnโ€™t have to worry about anyone stumbling upon us.

According to the twins, the smugglersโ€™ meeting place was in a busy square that overlooked the river in Ryevost. Tamar already had a compass and map in hand. Though she must have been as tired as the rest of us, she would have to leave immediately to make it to town before noon.

I hated letting her walk into what might be a trap, but weโ€™d agreed that she would have to be the one to go. Tolyaโ€™s size made him far too conspicuous and none of the rest of us knew the way the smugglers worked or how to recognize them. Still, my nerves were jangling. I had never understood the twinsโ€™ faith and what they were willing to risk for it. But when the time had come to choose between me and the Apparat, theyโ€™d shown their loyalty in no uncertain terms.

I gave Tamarโ€™s hand a quick squeeze. โ€œDonโ€™t do anything reckless.โ€

Nadia had been hovering nearby. Now she cleared her throat and kissed Tamar once on each cheek. โ€œBe safe,โ€ she said.

Tamar flashed her Heartrenderโ€™s grin. โ€œIf anyone wants trouble,โ€ she said, flicking back her coat to reveal the handles of her axes, โ€œIโ€™ve a fresh supply.โ€

I glanced at Nadia. I had the distinct impression Tamar was showing off. She pulled up her hood and set out at a jog through the trees.

โ€œYuyeh sesh,โ€ Tolya called after her in Shu.

โ€œNi weh sesh,โ€ย she shouted over her shoulder. And then she was gone. โ€œWhat does that mean?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s something our father taught us,โ€ Tolya replied. โ€œYuyeh sesh: โ€˜despise your heart.โ€™ But thatโ€™s the direct translation. The real meaning is more like โ€˜do what needs to be doneโ€”be cruel if you have to.โ€™โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s the other part?โ€

โ€œNi weh sesh? โ€˜I have no heart.โ€™โ€

Mal raised a brow. โ€œYour dad sounds like fun.โ€

Tolya smiled the slightly mad grin that made him look just like his sister. โ€œHe was.โ€

I looked back the way Tamar had gone. Somewhere beyond the trees and the fields beyond that lay Ryevost. I sent my own prayers with her:ย Bring back news of a prince, Tamar. I donโ€™t think I can do this alone.

* * *

WE LAID OUT BEDROLLS and divvied up food. Adrik and Nadia started raising a tent while Tolya and Mal scouted the perimeter, setting up stands where guards would be posted. I saw Stigg trying to get Sergei to eat. Iโ€™d hoped that being aboveground might bring him around, but though Sergei seemed less panicked, I could still feel tension coming off him in waves.

In truth, we were all jumpy. As lovely as it was to lie beneath the trees and see the sky again, it was also overwhelming. Life in the White Cathedral had been miserable, but manageable. Up here, things felt wilder, beyond my control. Militias and the Darklingโ€™s men roamed these lands. Whether we found Nikolai or not, we were back in this war, and that meant more battles, more lives lost. The world seemed suddenly large again. I wasnโ€™t sure I liked it.

I looked at our camp: Harshaw already curled up and snoozing with Oncat

on his chest; Sergei, pale and watchful; David, back propped against a tree, a book in his hands as Genya fell asleep with her head in his lap; Nadia and Adrik struggling with poles and canvas while Zoya looked on and didnโ€™t bother to help.

Despise your heart. I wanted to. I didnโ€™t want to grieve anymore, to feel loss or guilt, or worry. I wanted to be hard, calculating. I wanted to be

fearless. Underground, that had seemed possible. Here, in this wood, with these people, I was less sure.

Eventually, I must have dozed, because when I woke, it was late afternoon and the sun was slanting through the trees. Tolya was beside me.

โ€œTamarโ€™s back,โ€ he said.

I sat upright, fully awake. But the look on Tolyaโ€™s face was grim. โ€œNo one approached her?โ€

He shook his head. I straightened my shoulders. I didnโ€™t want anyone to see my disappointment. I should be grateful Tamar had made it in and out of the city safely.

โ€œDoes Mal know?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ said Tolya. โ€œHeโ€™s filling canteens at the creek. Harshaw and Stigg are on watch. Should I get them?โ€

โ€œIt can wait.โ€

Tamar was leaning against a tree, gulping down water from a tin cup as the others gathered around to hear her report.

โ€œAny trouble?โ€ I asked. She shook her head.

โ€œAnd youโ€™re sure you were in the right place?โ€ Tolya said.

โ€œWest side of the market square. I got there early, stayed late, checked in with the shopkeeper, watched the same damn puppet show four times. If the post is active, someone should have spoken to me.โ€

โ€œWe could try again tomorrow,โ€ suggested Adrik.

โ€œI should go,โ€ said Tolya. โ€œYou were there a long time. If you show up again, people may notice.โ€

Tamar wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. โ€œIf I stab the puppeteer, will that draw too much attention?โ€

โ€œNot if youโ€™re quiet about it,โ€ replied Nadia.

Her cheeks pinked as we all turned to look at her. Iโ€™d never heard Nadia crack a joke. Sheโ€™d mostly been an audience to Marie.

Tamar slipped a dagger from her wrist and twirled it, balancing its point on one fingertip. โ€œI can be quiet,โ€ she said, โ€œand merciful. I may let the puppets live.โ€ She took another gulp of water. โ€œI heard some news too. Big news. West Ravka has declared for Nikolai.โ€

That got our attention.

โ€œTheyโ€™re blocking off the western shore of the Fold,โ€ she continued. โ€œSo if the Darkling wants weapons or ammunitionโ€”โ€

โ€œHeโ€™ll have to go through Fjerda,โ€ finished Zoya.

But it was bigger than that. This meant the Darkling had lost West Ravkaโ€™s coastline, its navy, the already tenuous access Ravka had to trade.

โ€œWest Ravka now,โ€ Tolya said. โ€œMaybe the Shu Han next.โ€ โ€œOr Kerch,โ€ put in Zoya.

โ€œOr both!โ€ crowed Adrik.

I could almost see the tendril of hope twisting its way through our ranks. โ€œSo now what?โ€ Sergei asked, tugging anxiously at his sleeve.

โ€œLetโ€™s wait one more day,โ€ Nadia said.

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ said Tamar. โ€œI donโ€™t mind going back. But there were

oprichnikiย in the square today.โ€

Not a good sign. Theย oprichnikiย were the Darklingโ€™s personal soldiers. If they were prowling the area, we had good reason to move on as soon as possible.

โ€œIโ€™m going to go talk to Mal,โ€ I said. โ€œDonโ€™t get too comfortable. We may need to be ready to leave in the morning.โ€

The others dispersed while Tamar and Nadia walked off to dig through the rations. Tamar kept bouncing and spinning her knifeโ€”definitely showing off, but Nadia didnโ€™t seem to mind.

I picked my way toward the sound of the water, trying to sort through my thoughts. If West Ravka had declared for Nikolai, that was a very good sign that he was alive and well and making more trouble for the Darkling than anyone in the White Cathedral had realized. I was relieved, but I wasnโ€™t certain what our next move should be.

When I reached the creek, Mal was crouching in the shallows, barefoot and bare-chested, his trousers rolled up to his knees. He was watching the water, his expression focused, but at the sound of my approach, he shot to his feet, already lunging for his rifle.

โ€œJust me,โ€ I said, stepping out of the woods.

He relaxed and dropped back down, eyes returning to the creek. โ€œWhat are you doing out here?โ€

For a moment I just watched him. He stayed perfectly still, then suddenly, his hands plunged into the stream and emerged with a wriggling fish. He

tossed it back. No point holding on to it when we couldnโ€™t risk making a fire to cook it.

Iโ€™d seen him catch fish this way at Keramzin, even in winter, when Trivkaโ€™s pond froze over. He knew just where to break the ice, just where to drop his line or the moment to make his grab. Iโ€™d waited on the banks, keeping him company, trying to spot places in the trees where the birds made their nests.

It was different now, the water reflecting spangles of light over the planes of his face, the smooth play of muscle beneath his skin. I realized I was staring and gave myself a little shake. Iโ€™d seen him without a shirt before. There was no reason to be an idiot about it.

โ€œTamarโ€™s back,โ€ I said.

He stood, all interest in the fish lost. โ€œAnd?โ€ โ€œNo sign of Nikolaiโ€™s men.โ€

Mal sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair. โ€œDamn it.โ€

โ€œWe could wait another day,โ€ I offered, though I already knew what he would say.

โ€œWeโ€™ve wasted enough time. I donโ€™t know how long it will take us to get south or to find the firebird. All we need is to get stuck in the mountains when the snow comes. And we have to find a safe house for the others.โ€

โ€œTamar says West Ravka has declared for Nikolai. What if we took them there?โ€

He considered. โ€œThatโ€™s a long journey, Alina. Weโ€™d lose a lot of time.โ€

โ€œI know, but itโ€™s safer than anywhere this side of the Fold. And itโ€™s another chance to find Nikolai.โ€

โ€œMight be less dangerous trekking south on that side too.โ€ He nodded. โ€œAll right. We need to get the others ready. I want to leave tonight.โ€

โ€œTonight?โ€

โ€œNo point waiting around.โ€ He waded out of the water, bare toes curling on the rocks.

He didnโ€™t actually say โ€œdismissed,โ€ but he might as well have. What else was there to talk about?

I started toward camp, then remembered I hadnโ€™t told him about theย oprichniki.ย I stomped back to the creek. โ€œMalโ€ฆ,โ€ I began, but the words died on my lips.

He had bent to pick up the canteens. His back was to me. โ€œWhat is that?โ€ I said angrily.

He whirled, twisting himself around, but it was too late. He opened his mouth.

Before he could get a word out, I snapped, โ€œIf you say โ€˜nothing,โ€™ I will knock you senseless.โ€

His mouth clamped shut. โ€œTurn around,โ€ I ordered.

For a moment, he just stood there. Then he sighed and turned.

A tattoo stretched across his broad backโ€”something like a compass rose, but much more like a sun, the points reaching from shoulder to shoulder and down his spine.

โ€œWhy?โ€ I asked. โ€œWhy would you do this?โ€

He shrugged and his muscles flexed beneath the intricate design. โ€œMal, why would you mark yourself this way?โ€

โ€œI have a lot of scars,โ€ he said finally. โ€œThis is one I chose.โ€

I looked closer. There were letters worked into the design.ย Eโ€™ya sta rezku.ย I frowned. It looked like ancient Ravkan.

โ€œWhat does this mean?โ€ He said nothing. โ€œMalโ€”โ€

โ€œItโ€™s embarrassing.โ€

And sure enough, I could see a flush spreading over his neck. โ€œTell me.โ€

He hesitated, then cleared his throat and muttered, โ€œI am become a blade.โ€

I am become a blade.ย Was that what he was? This boy whom the Grisha had followed without argument, whose voice stayed steady when the earth caved in around us, whoโ€™d told me I would be a queen? I wasnโ€™t sure I recognized him anymore.

I brushed my fingertips over the letters. He tensed. His skin was still damp from the river.

โ€œCould be worse,โ€ I said. โ€œI mean, if it said โ€˜Letโ€™s cuddleโ€™ or โ€˜I am become ginger pudding,โ€™ย thatย would be embarrassing.โ€

He released a surprised bark of laughter, then hissed in a breath as I let my fingertips trail the length of his spine. His fists clenched at his sides. I knew I

should step away, but I didnโ€™t want to. โ€œWho did it?โ€

โ€œTolya,โ€ he rasped. โ€œDid it hurt?โ€

โ€œLess than it should have.โ€

I reached the farthest point of the sunburst, right at the base of his spine. I paused, then dragged my fingers back up. He snapped around, capturing my hand in a hard grip.

โ€œDonโ€™t,โ€ he said fiercely. โ€œIโ€”โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t do this. Not if you make me laugh, not if you touch me like that.โ€ โ€œMalโ€”โ€

Suddenly his head jerked up and he put a finger to his lips.

โ€œHands above your heads.โ€ The voice came from the shadows of the trees. Mal dove for his rifle and had it at his shoulder in seconds, but three people were already emerging from the woodsโ€”two men and a woman with her hair in a topknotโ€”the muzzles of their weapons trained on us. I thought I recognized them from the convoy weโ€™d seen on the road.

โ€œPut that down,โ€ said a man with a short goatee. โ€œUnless you want to see your girl plugged full of bullets.โ€

Mal set his rifle back on the rock.

โ€œCome on over,โ€ said the man. โ€œNice and slow.โ€ He wore a First Army coat, but he looked like no soldier I had ever seen. His hair was long and tangled, kept from his eyes by two messy plaits. He wore belts of bullets across his chest and a stained waistcoat that might have once been red but was now fading to a color somewhere between plum and brown.

โ€œI need my boots,โ€ said Mal.

โ€œLess chance of you running without them.โ€ โ€œWhat do you want?โ€

โ€œYou can start with answers,โ€ the man said. โ€œTown nearby, plenty more comfortable places to hole up. So what are a dozen people doing hiding out in the forest?โ€ He must have seen my reaction, because he said, โ€œThatโ€™s right. I found your camp. You deserters?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ said Mal smoothly. โ€œOut of Kerskii.โ€

The man scratched his cheek. โ€œKerskii? Maybe,โ€ he said. โ€œButโ€”โ€ He took

a step forward. โ€œOretsev?โ€

Mal stiffened, then said, โ€œLuchenko?โ€

โ€œAll Saints, I havenโ€™t seen you since your unit trained with me in Poliznaya.โ€ He turned to the other men. โ€œThis little pissant was the best tracker in ten regiments. Never seen anything like it.โ€ He was grinning, but he didnโ€™t lower his rifle. โ€œAnd now youโ€™re the most famous deserter in all of Ravka.โ€

โ€œJust trying to survive.โ€

โ€œYou and me both, brother.โ€ He gestured to me. โ€œThis isnโ€™t your usual.โ€ If I hadnโ€™t had a rifle in my face, the comment might have stung.

โ€œOne more First Army grunt like us.โ€

โ€œLike us, huh?โ€ Luchenko jabbed at me with his gun. โ€œTake off the scarf.โ€ โ€œBit of a chill in the air,โ€ I said.

Luchenko gave me another poke. โ€œGo on, girl.โ€

I glanced at Mal. I could see him weighing the options. We were at close range. I could do some serious damage with the Cut, but not before the militiamen got off a few rounds. I could blind them, but if we started a firefight, what might happen to the people back at camp?

I shrugged and pulled the scarf from my neck with a rough tug. Luchenko gave a low whistle.

โ€œHeard you were keeping hallowed company, Oretsev. Looks like we caught ourselves a Saint.โ€ He cocked his head to one side. โ€œThought sheโ€™d be taller. Bind them both.โ€

Again, I locked gazes with Mal. He wanted me to act, I could feel it. As long as my hands werenโ€™t bound together, I could summon and control the light. But what about the other Grisha?

I held out my hands and let the woman secure my wrists with rope.

Mal sighed and did the same. โ€œCan I at least put my shirt on?โ€ he asked. โ€œNo,โ€ she said with a leer. โ€œI like the view.โ€

Luchenko laughed. โ€œLifeโ€™s a funny thing, isnโ€™t it?โ€ he said philosophically as they marched us into the woods at gunpoint. โ€œAll I ever wanted was a drop of luck to flavor my tea. Now Iโ€™m drowning in it. The Darkling will empty his coffers to have the two of you delivered to his door.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re going to hand me over that easily?โ€ I said. โ€œFoolish.โ€ โ€œBig talk from a girl with a rifle at her back.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s just good business,โ€ I said. โ€œYou think Fjerda or the Shu Han wonโ€™t pay a small fortuneโ€”maybe even a large fortuneโ€”to get their hands on the Sun Summoner? How many men do you have?โ€

Luchenko glanced over his shoulder and wagged his finger at me like a schoolteacher. Well, it had been worth a try.

โ€œAll I meant,โ€ I continued innocently, โ€œwas that you could auction me off to the highest bidder and keep all your men fat and happy for the rest of their days.โ€

โ€œI like the way she thinks,โ€ said the woman with the topknot.

โ€œDonโ€™t get greedy, Ekaterina,โ€ Luchenko said. โ€œWe arenโ€™t ambassadors or diplomats. The bounty on that girlโ€™s head will buy us all passage through the border. Maybe Iโ€™ll catch a ship out of Djerholm. Or maybe Iโ€™ll just bury myself in blondes for the rest of my days.โ€

The unsavory image of Luchenko cavorting with a bunch of curvy Fjerdans was driven from my mind as we entered the clearing. The Grisha had been rounded up at its center and were surrounded by a circle of nearly thirty armed militiamen. Tolya was bleeding heavily from what looked like a bad blow to the head. Harshaw had been on watch, and one glance at him told me heโ€™d been shot. He was pale, swaying on his feet, clutching the wound at his side and panting as Oncat yowled.

โ€œSee?โ€ said Luchenko. โ€œWith this windfall, I donโ€™t need to worry about the highest bidder.โ€

I stepped in front of him, keeping my voice as low as I could. โ€œLet them go,โ€ I said. โ€œIf you turn them over to the Darkling, theyโ€™ll be tortured.โ€

โ€œAnd?โ€

I swallowed the bolt of rage that coursed through me. Threats would get me nowhere. โ€œA living prisoner is more valuable than a corpse,โ€ I said meekly. โ€œAt least untie me so I can see to my friendโ€™s injury.โ€ย And so I can mow down your militia with a flick of my wrist.

Ekaterina narrowed her eyes. โ€œDonโ€™t do it,โ€ she said. โ€œHave one of her bloodletters take care of him.โ€ She gave me a jab in the back and steered us into the group with the others.

โ€œSpy that collar?โ€ Luchenko asked of the crowd. โ€œWe have the Sun Summoner!โ€

There were exclamations and a few whoops from the rest of the militia.

โ€œSo start thinking about how youโ€™re going to spend all of the Darklingโ€™s money.โ€

They cheered.

โ€œWhy not ransom her to Nikolai Lantsov?โ€ said a soldier from somewhere near the back of the circle. Now that I was in the middle of the clearing, there seemed to be even more of them.

โ€œLantsov?โ€ Luchenko said. โ€œIf he has a brain in his head, heโ€™s rusticating somewhere warm with a pretty girl on his knee. If heโ€™s even alive.โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s alive,โ€ said someone.

Luchenko spat. โ€œMakes no matter to me.โ€ โ€œAnd your country?โ€ I asked.

โ€œWhat has my country ever done for me, little girl? No land, no life, just a uniform and a gun. Doesnโ€™t matter if itโ€™s the Darkling on the throne or some useless Lantsov.โ€

โ€œI saw the prince when I was in Os Alta,โ€ said Ekaterina. โ€œHeโ€™s not bad looking.โ€

โ€œNot bad looking?โ€ said another voice. โ€œHeโ€™s damnably handsome.โ€ Luchenko scowled. โ€œSince whenโ€”โ€

โ€œBrave in battle, smart as a whip.โ€ Now the voice seemed to be coming from above us. Luchenko craned his neck, peering into the trees. โ€œAn excellent dancer,โ€ said the voice. โ€œOh, and an even better shot.โ€

โ€œWhoโ€”โ€ Luchenko never got to finish. A blast rang out, and a tiny black hole appeared between his eyes.

I gasped. โ€œImpossโ€”โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t say it,โ€ muttered Mal. Then chaos erupted.

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