For weeks now, Chaol hadnโt had any contact with any of his friendsโallies, whatever they had been. So, one last time, Chaol slipped into the rhythm of his old duties. ough it was more di cult than ever to oversee the kingโs luncheons, though making his reports was an e ort of will, he did it. He had heard nothing from Aedion or Ren, and still hadnโt yet asked Dorian to use his magic to test out their theories about the spell. He was starting to wonder if he was done playing his part in Aelinโs growing rebellion.
Heโd gathered enough information, crossed enough lines. Perhaps it was time to learn what could be done from Anielle. He would be closer to Morath, and maybe he could uncover what the king was brewing down there. e king had accepted his plans to take up his mantle as heir to Anielle with hardly any objections. Soon, he was to present options for a replacement.
Chaol was currently standing guard at a state luncheon in the great hall, which Aedion and Dorian were both attending. e doors had been thrown open to welcome in the spring air, and Chaolโs men were standing at each one, weapons at the ready.
Everything was normal, everything was going smoothly, until the king stood, his black ring seeming to gobble up the midday sun streaming in through the towering windows. He lifted a goblet, and the room fell silent. Not in the way it did when Aedion spoke. Chaol hadnโt been able to stop thinking about what the general had said to him about choosing a side, or what Dorian had said about his refusal to accept Celaena and the prince for what they really were. Over and over again, heโd contemplated it.
But nothing could prepare Chaol, or anyone in that silent hall, as the king smiled to the tables below his dais and said, โGood news arrived this morning from Eyllwe and the north. e Calaculla slave rebellion has been dealt with.โ
eyโd heard nothing of it, and Chaol wished he could cover his ears as the king said, โWeโll have to work to replenish the mines, there and in Endovier, but the rebel taint has been purged.โ
Chaol was glad he was leaning against a pillar. It was Dorian who spoke, his face bone-white. โWhat are you talking about?โ
His father smiled at him. โForgive me. It seems the slaves in Calaculla got it into their heads to start an uprising after Princess Nehemiaโs unfortunate death. We got it into our heads not to allow it. Or any other potential uprisings. And as we didnโt have the resources to devote to interrogating each and every slave to weed out the traitors . . .โ
Chaol understood what strength it took for Dorian not to shake his head in horror as he did the calculations and understood just how many people had been slaughtered.
โGeneral Ashryver,โ the king said. Aedion sat motionless. โYou and your Bane will be pleased to know that since the purge in Endovier, many of the rebels in your territory have ceased their . . . antics. It seems they did not want a fate similar to that of their friends in the mines.โ
Chaol didnโt know how Aedion found the courage and will, but the general smiled and bowed his head. โ ank you, Majesty.โ
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Dorian burst into Sorschaโs workroom. She jumped from her spot at the table, a hand on her chest. โDid you hear?โ he asked, shutting the door behind him.
Her eyes were red enough to suggest that she had. He took her face in his hands, pressing his brow against hers, needing that cool strength. He didnโt know how heโd kept from weeping or vomiting or killing his father on the spot. But looking at her, breathing in her rosemary-and-mint scent, he knew why.
โI want you out of this castle,โ he said. โIโll give you the funds, but I want you away from here as soon as you can nd a way to go without raising suspicion.โ
She yanked out of his grasp. โAre you mad?โ
No, heโd never seen anything more clearly. โIf you stay, if we are caught . . . I will give you whatever money you needโโ
โNo money you could o er could convince me to leave.โ โIโll tie you to a horse if I have to. Iโm getting you outโโ
โAnd who will look after you? Who will make your tonics? Youโre not even talking to the captain anymore. How could I leave now?โ
He gripped her shoulders. She had to understandโhe had to make her understand. Her loyalty was one of the things he loved, but now . . . it would only get her killed. โHe murderedย thousandsย of people in one sweep. Imagine what heโll do if he nds youโve been helping me. ere are worse things than death, Sorscha. Pleaseโplease, just go.โ
Her ngers found his, entwining tight. โCome with me.โ
โI canโt. It will get worse if I leave, if my brother is made heir. And I think . . . I know of some people who might be trying to stop him. If I am here, perhaps I can help them in some way.โ
Oh, Chaol. He understood completely now why he had sent Celaena to Wendlynโunderstood that his return to Anielle . . . Chaol had sold himself to get Celaena to safety.
โIf you stay, I stay,โ Sorscha said. โYou cannot convince me otherwise.โ
โPlease,โ he said, because he didnโt have it in him to yell, not with the deaths of those people hanging over him. โPlease . . .โ
But she brushed her thumb across his cheek. โTogether. Weโll face this together.โ And it was sel sh and horrible of him, but he put up no further argument.
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Chaol went to the tomb for privacy, to mourn, to scream. But he was not alone.
Aedion was sitting on the steps of the spiral stairwell, his forearms braced on his knees. He didnโt turn as Chaol set down his candle and sat beside him.
โWhat do you suppose,โ Aedion breathed, staring into the darkness, โthe people on other continents, across all those seas, think of us? Do you think they hate us or pity us for what we do to each other? Perhaps itโs just as bad there. Perhaps itโs worse. But to do what I have to do, to get through it . . . I have to believe itโs better. Somewhere, itโs better than this.โ
Chaol had no answer.
โI have . . .โ Aedionโs teeth gleamed in the light. โI have been forced to do many, many things. Depraved, despicable things. Yet nothing made me feel as lthy as I did today, thanking that man for murdering my people.โ
ere was nothing he could say to console him, nothing he could promise. So Chaol left Aedion staring into the darkness.
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ere was not one empty seat in the Royal eater that night. Every box and tier was crammed with nobility, merchants, whoever could a ord the ticket. Jewels and silk gleamed in the light of the glass chandeliers, the riches of a conquering empire.
e news about the slave massacres had struck that afternoon, spreading through the city on a wave of murmuring, leaving only silence behind. e upper tiers of the theater were unusually still, as if the audience had come to be soothed, to let the music sweep away the stain of the news.
Only the boxes were full of chatter. About what this meant for the fortunes of those seated in the plush crimson velvet chairs, debates over where the new slaves would come from to ensure there was no pause in labor, and about how they should treat their own slaves afterward. Despite the chiming bells and the raising and dimming of the chandeliers, it took the boxes far longer to quiet than usual.
ey were still talking when the red curtains pulled back to reveal the seated orchestra, and it was a miracle they bothered to applaud for the conductor as he hobbled across the stage.
at was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. at was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that lled the cavernous space.
It was the Song of Eyllwe.
en the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor camps.
And nally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.
When the nal note nished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked o the stage.
e next morning, by royal decree, the theater was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.