I waited outside the cellar on the stone steps with my head in my hands.ย It had been only an hour since Iโd met the council, but the hour had felt like a lifetime. Above me, I heard the gong strike eleven. The feast was overโthe celebration had moved outside for dancing and wine.
Inside the cellar, they discussed my fate.
I spun my charm between my fingers. Behind the cellar door, I could discern Lady Yewโs tone from the others. Someone coughed. I rubbed my eyes.ย Why didnโt you tell me?
Tell you what?
That the Scythe doesnโt work on you.
A vile scraping sound echoed through my mind. The Nightmare was picking at his teeth.ย None of them work on me, dear one.
I gaped.ย Something you casually forgot to mention? For ELEVEN years?
But I have mentioned it, my clueless little companion.ย His claws grated against his teeth.ย I cannot, however, be held responsible for your feeble comprehension.
I wanted to reach into the darkness and smack him across his monstrous face.ย You really know how to make a girl feel special.
He laughed.ย Youโll understand soon enough. The truth always outs.
Had I not been bone-tired, I might have arguedโpressed him for more
โhungry for the secrets he guarded like a greedy dragon. There was still so much I did not know about him.
But he had chosen his moment wellโdropped a breadcrumb at the top of a mountain. If I wanted to know more, I would have to work for it.
And I was far too tired for that.
Laughter from Equinox rolled down the stairs. I yawned, my eyelids drooping as I frowned at the cellar door.ย Whatโs taking them so long?
The Nightmareโs tail made a whooshing sound.ย Find out. How am I supposed to do that?
Best stick to the old ways. Which are?
Pressing a bloody ear to the door, I should think.
The wood was thick, their voices difficult to distinguish. I slipped to the door, praying the dogs on the other side would not betray me. I held my breath and cupped my ear, sliding it against the crease between the wood and stone framework.
โThe Hawthorns will need a reason to let her go to Castle Yew,โ someone said. โAs will Erik.โ
โI donโt trust her,โ another voice said. Elm. โHer manners are too practiced, her words too careful.โ
โOf course they are,โ Jespyr said. โShe wouldnโt have evaded Destriers and Physicians this long if she wasnโt cautious.โ
โSheโs supposed to be here,โ another voice said. Filick. โMorette saw it.
Elspeth is going to help us find the Deck. Whatโs there to argue about?โ โAunt Morette saw a shadowy figure on the forest road,โ Elm countered.
โForgive me, Aunt, I do not doubt you or your Prophet Card. But your description was vague. Ravyn and I could have stumbled upon anyone that night.โ
Fenir spoke. โYet you happened to find a woman with the ability to see Cards when weโve only three left to claim?โ
โThe Prophet showed me a hooded figure with a shadow,โ Morette Yewโs voice called above the clamor, stern and sure. โThe shadow
remained, even when the light faded. The figure walked to the wood, and behind it trailed Providence Cards, one by oneโfollowed by a thirteenth I have never seen before. Behind the figure I saw my Emory, alive and well. That was what I saw. That was why I bade you watch the forest road.โ
They were silent for several moments. My heart hammered in my chest, the small piece of the puzzle slow to place itself into an image I could not yet comprehend.
Theyโd been waiting for me on the forest road, Ravyn and Elm, though they had not yet known it. And IโI was embedded in a prophecy of magnitude so great it had led me to the Yews, one of Blunderโs oldest familiesโฆ and into the depths of treason.
I bit my lip and pressed my ear tighter to the door, praying for more.
Fenir broke the silence. โThereโs no direction to move but forward,โ he said. โWeโll bring Elspeth into our household and learn more about her magic. When we move to find the Cards, she will accompany us to retrieve them.โ
Someone scoffed. Elm. โWe donโt have time to play guardian to a timid girl.โ
โTimid?โ Jespyr chuckled. โThatโs not what you said when you came limping back from the forest road.โ
Ravynโs voice cut through the room. โWhatever she is, it isnโt timid.
Weโd be fools to underestimate her.โ
โSpindle House is close by,โ Filick said. โWhy not put her with her own family?โ
โNo,โ Ravyn said, hasty.
โIf sheโs going to be privy to our plans, she needs to be kept close to us,โ Fenir said. โWe canโt have the Spindles or anyone else delving into our business.โ
โWhich again raises the questionโwhat are we going to tell her family?
Theyโll need a reason to send her our way.โ
A strained silence followed. It was hard, keeping my breath quiet. Harder still to be kept out of the room like a petulant child while they discussed my fate.
โIโve got an idea,โ Jespyr said, her voice slow, gentle, as if to soothe an angry animal. โBut youโre not going to like it.โ
โBecause everything up until this point has been so enjoyable.โ
โI didnโt meanย you, Elm,โ Jespyr said. โI meant Ravyn.โ
I pressed so hard against the gap in the door my head began to ache. Ravynโs voice was a growl. โWhat, Jes?โ
โJust donโt say no right away.โ โJespyr.โ
She paused. โWhat if we tell Erik Spindle and the Hawthorns that weโve invited Elspeth to stay at Castle Yewโฆ so that you might court her?โ
I skipped a breath, my fatigue suddenly gone. I felt wide awake, my pulse quickening, an unwelcome flush sliding across my neck and into my face.
Behind the door, Elm barked a laugh.
But there was no laughter in Ravynโs voice. โNo. Absolutely not.โ
โItโs a good idea! Youโve already been seen together todayโno one will suspect the real reason weโve asked her to stay with us at Castle Yew.โ To the biting silence that followed, Jespyr heaved a sigh. โYou donโt actually have to woo her, merely give the impression of wooing her. Just, I donโt know, smile at her once in a while. You remember how to smile, donโt you?โ
They all began to speak at once, their voices a chaotic buzz. โWe neednโt elaborate much,โ Fenir said. โThere will be gossip, of course. Ravynโs never taken time to properly court anyone before.โ
โTrees,โ Ravyn muttered, his voice dripping irritation.
There was excitement in Moretteโs voice. โIt could work. If anyone asks, I can tell them I invited Miss Spindle on Ravynโs behalf,โ Morette said. Her tone turned scolding. โHe neednโt pretend to initiate the courtship if the prospect is so loathsome to him.โ
โI suppose I donโt have much of a say in this,โ Ravyn said on a harsh exhale.
โNo,โ Jespyr said, sounding far too delighted. โNone whatsoever.โ
Fenir cleared his throat. โWhat exactly do you object to, Ravyn? Sheโs clever, striking.โ
I wondered the same thing. The Captainโs adamant refusal to court meโ not even court me,ย pretendย to court meโfelt like a dozen wasp stings, leaving me wounded, hot with anger.
โMake no mistake, sheโs beautiful. Only, Iโโ Ravynโs voice cut out. Then, as if the words were bitter in his mouth, โIf the ruse will helpโฆโ He
heaved a sigh. โIโll try. Though I doubt Iโll play a convincing suitor.โ
I huffed hot air out my nostrils. โDonโt do me any favors,โ I said into the din. As if I would ever deign to court someone like him. I had enough struggles of my own without adding the chore of coaxing a smile out of Ravyn Yew to my list.
Somewhere in the darkness, a wicked purr echoed.ย Whatโs the old adage, my dear? Something about ladies and protesting far too much?
I hissed him into silence. But just as I was convincing myself that playing at courtship with Ravyn Yew was the last thing in the world I wanted, theyโd come to the opposite conclusion on the other side of the door.
โThen it is settled,โ Morette called firmly. โSheโll remain at Castle Yew under the assumption of an arranged courtship with Ravyn. Iโll ask her father and the Hawthorns tonight. They wonโt deny her an extended stay if I assure them I will be there to chaperone.โ
There was a rustling, a noise of agreement. โWe should bring her there tonight.โ
Elmโs snicker was becoming easy to recognize. โShouldnโt the Captain be seen at the celebration with his new leading lady?โ
I couldnโt make out Ravynโs reply. But it sounded undeniably threatening.
โLetโs take an hour to show our faces at Equinox,โ Fenir said. โThen weโll return to Castle Yew.โ A pause. โCare to fill her in, Ravyn?โ
Footsteps shuffled.
โDonโt forget to smile!โ Jespyr called as the handle turned.
I jerked away from the door, unsteady on my heels. I fell backward with a thud. When Ravyn Yew opened the cellar door, I looked up at him from a heap on the floor, cheeks red, guilty as sin.
He perked a brow, glaring down at me. โDidnโt your aunt ever tell you not to listen at doors, Miss Spindle?โ
I shot to a defiant stand, dusting off the backside of my dress. โI wasnโt listening.โ
The Nightmare laughed.ย Weโre going to have to work on your lying.
Ravyn shut the door behind him. โHow much did you hear?โ
I moved to the step above him, where we stood almost eye to eye.
Almost. โEnough.โ
He gazed down his nose at me. โAnd is the plan to your satisfaction?โ
The sting I felt in my chest returned. I narrowed my eyes. โIf the ruse will help, Iโll try.โ
He did not appear keen to have his own words used against him. Ravyn stared back at me, his gray eyes severe as they traced my face, landing momentarily on my mouth before flickering away. โWhat about Laburnum?โ
โWhat about him?โ
Ravyn tilted his head. โHeโs in love with you.โ
I winced and shook my hands, as if to fling what heโd said off me. โWeโre not attached. AโโI struggled to say the wordโโcourtshipย would bear no weight. Iโve promised him nothing.โ
Ravyn said nothing, watching me. He lowered himself to a seat, rubbing his eyes. For a moment he seemed spent, tired to the bone. It was the first time I considered that someone elseโs day had been as grueling as mine.
Eyes red from rubbing them, Ravyn looked up at me. โI assume being under the Scythe is not a pleasant sensation. Are you all right?โ
I kicked my foot against the stone floor. โYour cousin is a completeโโ โAss. I know. But it was either the Scythe or the Chalice, considering
the Nightmare is off the table.โ
I did not miss the edge in his voice. My lips sealed in a tight line as the Captain of the Destriers watched me. When I offered no explanation, he continued. โFinding the Cards will be dangerous, Miss Spindle. You realize that.โ
I tried to shrug, but there was no hiding the apprehension pooling in my stomach.
โFortunately, weโve been toeing this line of lawlessness for some time now. We know how to keep you safe.โ
โAnd if Iโm caught? If your uncle finds out Iโm infected?โ
He rose to his feet. โThen youโre back in the situation I found you in this morning. The difference is, youโve gained some considerable allies.โ
I stared at the Kingโs nephew, searching for something I could not find. Fearโapprehensionโanything I might relate to my own disquiet. But Ravyn Yew was still, smooth as glass, untouched by the horrendous risk heโd thrust upon me.
My voice faltered. โAnd if I should like to leave?โ
He held my gaze. โYouโre not a prisoner.โ
There are many different kinds of cages, the Nightmare said.
I tried to ignore him. โIโm free to goโback to my auntโs houseโshould I wish to?โ
โOf course,โ Ravyn said. โOnly, I thought you wanted to find a cure.โ โI do.โ
โThen help us. Help us, so we might help you.โ
I reached into the darkness, my mind snagging the gristly hair along the Nightmareโs spine.ย I wonโt get out of this unscathed without your help.
He twisted, his ears perked.ย Youโre giving me a free hand?
I gritted my teeth.ย Iโm asking you to keep me alive, Nightmare. If only long enough so that I can finally get rid of you.
His laughter twisted through my mind like a ghost combing a corridor, near and far at the same time.
I looked up at Ravyn. For eleven years, the infection had been a leash around my throat. I had cowed under that leash, the hope for a cure beyond the scope of my imagination.
But as I gazed into the Captainโs gray eyesโa man who, by law, should see me dragged to the dungeonโthe leash around my throat loosened. He had opened a doorโtaken a key from his belt and unlocked a part of Blunder I had not allowed myself to believe in. I was a child again, wrapped up inย The Old Book of Alders. There was magic in the world. Terrible, wonderful magic. Magic great enough to undo magic. A cure for the infection.
And a way to get the Nightmare out of my head. โWhen do we start?โ I asked.
The Captain of the Destriers took a step up. We stood toe to toe, his shadow swallowing me whole. โIโd say weโve already begun.โ
With that, he strode up the steps two at a time, the Cards in his pocket casting eerie light along the dark stone walls. When I didnโt follow, he turned and said, โAn hour, Miss Spindle. Just so weโre seen. After that, we can be free of this wretched castle.โ
The drinking and dancing had moved into the gardens. The clamor of dozens of families echoed across the castle grounds, cloistered by mist that rested just beyond the hedges.
Ravyn led us through the great hall, back up the main stairwell.
โThe celebration is that way,โ I said gesturing to the wide gilded door that led out into the gardens.
โI want you to see why weโve gone down this path, Miss Spindle,โ Ravyn said. โWhy weโre risking everything to get the last three Cards.โ He glanced over his shoulder at me. โEmory,โ he said. โWeโre going to see Emory.โ
Dread coiled with curiosity in my stomach. It seemed too dark and cruel that the King would sacrifice his own nephewโeven if the outcome could forever change Blunder for good.
A Kingโs reign is wrought with burden, the Nightmare whispered, his voice uncharacteristically heavy.ย Weighty decisions ripple through centuries. Still, decisions must be made.
โWhy Emory?โ I asked. โI know the infection is rareโฆ but surely there is someone elseโฆโ
โBlood must be spilled,โ Ravyn said, his voice far away. โCould there ever be an easy choice?โ
We were already a flight higher than the rooms I shared with my father, stepmother, and half sisters. So steep my knees ached, Stone felt like one long, endless staircase. I heaved my dress and tried to keep from panting. Anything to avoid another scrutinous look down Ravyn Yewโs narrow nose. When we reached the fourth floor, I rested a hand on the banister, pretending to admire a Golden Egg tapestry as I sucked in lungful after lungful of air.
If Ravyn noticed my breathlessness, he was decent enough not to mention it. โThis is the royal wing,โ he said. โEmoryโs kept comfortable. As comfortable as he can be.โ When I said nothing, he lowered his voice. โBut heโs dying.โ
My gaze jerked to his face, my breathlessness forgotten.
Ravyn continued. โThatโs why the King has chosen Emoryโs blood to unite the Deck. He thinks heโs saving my brother from a long, painful degeneration. A mercy killing.โ He ground his boots into the carpet beneath our feet. โMy uncle could have sent him to the Physiciansโkilled him
outright as soon as he learned of Emoryโs infection. But he didnโt. He bent the rulesโlet Emory live.โ He ran a hand over his brow. โAnd Iโve repaid him with lies.โ
I felt the sudden urge to reach out and touch his arm. But the gesture seemed far too intimate. โYou wouldnโt have to lie if the King withdrew his Physicians and let people like Emory and me walk free,โ I said.
โIโve tried to work it out a hundred ways. But the King will brook no argument. Emory has been conspicuous with his magicโtoo many people have guessed at his infection.โ He gritted his teeth. โMy uncle is bound to his Rowan lineage. Everyone infected by magic must die.โ Ravyn ran his hand over his face. โAnd so we have no choice. If we want to save Emory, we must collect the Deck ourselves. By winter Solstice.โ
โWhy Solstice?โ
โEmoryโs magic flares at the shift of seasons. Andย The Old Book of Aldersย states the Cards should be joined at the darkest part of the year.โ He took a deep breath. โEmory may not survive another turn of the year. I may be a liar and a traitor,โ he said, โbut at least I can say there is nothing I would not do to save my brother.โ
We walked on through a brightly lit corridor. The rug beneath my feet was a heavy wool, richly embroidered and dyed a crimson red.
Two guards stood beneath the torches on either side of a tall, narrow door. They were armed with swords and a long, ominous cord of rope. When they saw Ravyn, they shrank back into shadow.
Ravyn ignored them and opened the door. By its groan, I could tell it was heavyโfortified. I filed into the chamber behind the Captain of the Destriers, my eyes wide as I took in my surroundings.
The candles in the room were not lit. Theyโd been blown out by the strong wind that caught just below the window. Ravyn sealed the shutters as I stepped to the old oak table in the center of the room, my eyes wide.
The hearth was lit. The smell of wine and the must from the hundreds of books atop mahogany shelves filled my nose. Across from the table along the far wall was a large bed, covered with blankets and more books.
But for its warmth and rich furnishings, the room was stillโlifeless.
Empty.
Emory Yew, the Kingโs captive, was gone.