THE TWIN ALDERS
Be wary the green, Be wary the trees.
Be wary the song of the wood on your sleeves.
Youโll step off the pathโ To blessing and wrath.
Be wary the song of the wood on your sleeves.
The dungeon was the coldest part of the castle.
The Captain of the Destriers and the Prince waited together in silence, the hour not yet dawn. Ravyn tapped his boots on the stone floor to keep his toes from losing feeling.
โHave you slept?โ Elm asked, his breath pluming out his nostrils as he paced the antechamber. A piece of crumpled sandstone lay on the floor. Elm kicked it back and forth, his eyelids heavy.
Ravyn gritted his teeth, the knot in his stomach tightening. โI keep having nightmares,โ he said, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms.
A moment later he ripped his hands away, yellow eyes flickering across his vision. Even now, three nights later, they were bright in his thoughts. He could not escape them, that night at Spindle House burned into his mind with painful clarity.
It all had happened so fast.
Shadows chased them like demons up Spindle Houseโs winding stairs. Ravyn pushed ahead, his heart aflame in his chest. When they got to the small door on the sixth landing, he slammed his hands into the wood,
calling with his Nightmare Card.
But he was met by only silence.
โElspeth!โ he shouted, dread tightening like a rope around his neck. Elmโs knuckles were white on the latch. โItโs locked.โ
โBreak it down,โ Ravyn snapped, turning to Jespyr and the Black Horse in her hand.
It took three kicks to flatten the wood, splinters flying like pine needles in a windstorm. โElspeth!โ Ravyn called, pushing into the room, his boots slipping on dark liquid pooled across the wooden floor.
โHolyโฆโ Elm breathed. โWhat happened here?โ
Ravynโs eyes scanned the room, passing over Oritheโs lifeless body until he spotted the maiden slumped against the far wall, wind from the open window blowing in her long black hair.
โElspeth,โ he called, lurching toward her. โElspeth!โ
Her skin was cold to the touch. Ravyn ran his hand across her cheek, his stomach turning. Her face was beaten and bloodied. Her dress was torn at the sleeve, and her armโstiff with dried bloodโwas punctured by harsh, distinct claw marks.
โHeโs dead,โ Elm called, leaning over Orithe. โDecidedly.โ
โElspeth,โ Ravyn called, his fingers sliding to the skin below her pale jaw, searching for a heartbeat. When she stirred, coughing out a low, violent breath, he felt weightless.
โElspeth.โ His hands shook against her jaw. โAre you all right?โ โHauthโs still alive,โ Jespyr called from the other side of the room.
โBarely. His legsโฆ thereโs something wrong with them.โ
But Ravyn was too engulfed by Elspeth Spindle and her long, deep breaths to pay mind elsewhere. He ran his shaking fingers through her hair, relief so sweet he could almost taste it. โI thought you were dead,โ he whispered.
โIโm not dead,โ she said, her voice oddly even. โIโm justโฆ waking up.โ โDonโt sit up too fast,โ Ravyn cautioned, the hair at the back of her head
heavy with blood. โTake your time.โ
โIโve had enough time,โ she said. โMore than you could ever know.โ
She kept her eyes closed as Ravyn brought her to a slow, supported stance. โWhat happened?โ he said, taking in the mayhem around him for the first time.
โThey were going to turn you in,โ she said plainly. โEverything youโd worked for, gone in a moment.โ
โYouโyou killed him?โ Jespyr blinked, her eyes fixed on Oritheโs lifeless body.
Elspeth looked down at her hands, her fingernails dark, embedded with blood. โHis claw began the slaughter of dozens of magical children,โ she said, flexing her fingers like talons. โHe deserved to die by it.โ
Elmโs voice was lifeless. โWe were going to use his blood to save Emory. And youโve just spilled it all over the floor.โ
Elspeth acted as if she had not heard him. When she spoke, her voice was quiet. โYou should call the Destriers. Better they know it was me and me alone.โ
Ravyn and his sister exchanged glances. โWhat are you talking about?โ โSheโs bleeding,โ Elm muttered. โLook at her head.โ
Ravyn reached for Elspeth, desperate to pull her closeโfeel her, tight and safe, in his armsโbut when his fingers touched her shoulder, she pulled away, a snarl on her lips.
โDonโt touch me,โ she said, her yellow eyes flaring. Yellow.
Yellow, like the flames of a torch. Yellow, like the coins heโd collected as a boy.
Yellow, not black.
Relief turned to dread in the pit of Ravynโs stomach.ย Elspeth, he called into the blackness.ย Elspeth!
But all was silence.
Then, like a snake slithering out beneath rocks, the Shepherd King spoke.ย Sheโs quiet now, Ravyn Yew. Let her rest.
What the hell have you done?ย Ravyn cried, probing deeper into the darkness.
She set me free, he said, his voice filling Ravynโs mind like smoke.ย Iโm here to help you.
Ravyn stepped away from the creature wearing Elspeth Spindleโs skin.ย Let her out, he shouted, his voice cut by fear and rage.ย Let her out right now or I swear to god Iโllโ
Youโll what?ย Elspethโs lips curled.ย How could you hurt me without hurting her?
Elm stepped forward, his eyes wide as he surveyed Elspethโs face, her yellow, catlike eyes. โWhatโs happening?โ he said, glancing at Ravyn. โWhatโs she done?โ
โItโs not Elspeth,โ Ravyn said, his hands shaking. โItโsย him.โ
But the monster behind Elspethโs eyes merely looked ahead, Elspethโs fingers trilling an invisible rhythm as she placed her handsโwrists touchingโout in front of her. โIโve killed the Kingโs Physician and maimed the heir to the throne,โ she said. โIโm infected with magic.โ She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, her mouth curling into a twisted grin. โI surrender myself to the Captain of the Destriers and await an inquest by the King.โ
Elm kicked the stone against the dungeon door, its bang clamoring in the din. Ravyn flinched, wrenched from his thoughts. โShepherd King or not,โ he said to his cousin, his voice rusty with disuse, โhe made it clear he wanted to help us.โ
Elm looked up. โYou canโt seriously consider trusting him.โ
โI donโt,โ Ravyn bit back. โStill, without him, it might be us in that cell.โ
Footsteps echoed from the stairwell above, yellow torchlight climbing the walls all around them. โTheyโre here,โ Elm said, his spine straightening.
King Rowan led the Destriers into the dungeon, his steps loud on the stone steps. His brow was low, furrowed and resolute. Still, he could not hide the evidence of his own sleeplessness; dark shadows nestled beneath his green eyes.
Anger cracked his voice. โWell?โ he demanded. โReady when you are, Uncle,โ Ravyn said.
Jespyr and a second Destrier pulled twin keys from their cloaks. When they turned the locks, first one, then the other, the antechamber echoed. โHere we go,โ Jespyr said, opening the door.
It was dark on the north side of the dungeon. Worse still, it was quiet. The King had ordered the rest of the cells emptied three days ago, afraid Elspeth Spindle might poison the minds of the other prisoners with her
dangerous, dark magic.
When they got to the last cell on the block, they stopped and lit the torches on the wall, yellow light illuminating the body, curled in sleep, upon the icy floor.
Ravynโs hands were fists at his side, the knot in his stomach moving to his throat, choking him. She looked so peaceful, so still, so much like the woman heโd held in his armsโฆ
But she wasnโt. She was something else now. And it hurt more than heโd ever imagined it could to think she might be gone forever.
But he couldnโt show itโwouldnโt think it. Ravyn stood with the rest of the Destriers, forcing all the fear and pain and longing deep behind the cracking wall of stone heโd built over his heart. His features stilled, as if frozen, and he watched her through the iron bars with the rest of them, determination setting his jaw.
He would find the last Card. He would lift the mist. He would save Emoryโs life.
And he would free Elspeth Spindle from the darkness that consumed her.
โWhy isnโt she chained?โ the King growled.
The Destriers stirred. โWe couldnโt restrain her, sire,โ Gorse said. โThe risk was too great.โ
โRisk? Sheโs but a girl.โ
โHer magicโฆโ another called, the fear in his voice palpable. โSeveral of our men were sent to the Physicians with deep lacerations.โ
King Rowanโs shoulders tightened. โGet her up.โ
The dungeon echoed as two Destriers unsheathed their swords, knocking the steel across the iron bars of the cell. The noise clanged through the dungeon, its sinister echo clamoring down the corridor.
Elspeth stirred and sat up. Her long black hair was stiff with dried blood. Breath plumed like smoke out her nostrils, but she did not tremble, seemingly untouched by the cold.
Ravyn watched the long black pupils of her yellow eyes widenโlike a catโs in the dark.
โMy Captain tells me you wonโt speak to him,โ the King called. โThat you agreed to speak to only me.โ
Elspeth twisted her neck and stretched her arms one at a time.
โHe tells me you carry the infection,โ the King continued. โThat you can see Providence Cards.โ
The corner of her mouth twitched as she gave a stiff nod.
โAnd that you have an offer for me, in exchange for your miserable life.โ
Another nod, accompanied by the sound of her teeth clicking as she opened and clamped her jaw.ย Click. Click. Click.
โBut you killed my Physician,โ the King said, his voice dripping venom. โAnd my sonโshould he surviveโwill never be the same. You are an enemy of the vilest quality.โ He leaned into the bars. โThere is nothing you could offer that would bring me more satisfaction than watching you die a slow, horrible death.โ
Elspeth tilted her head to the side, her yellow eyes narrowing. โYou came all this way into your frozen underworld to tell me that, usurper?โ
King Rowan slammed his palms on the bars, his gold rings clanging against the iron. โI came to tell you youโre an abomination.โ His control leached to a hot, unrestrained rage. โA disease. And Iโll see you and everyone who ever sheltered you gutted like animals.โ
Ravyn and Elm exchanged desperate glances.
But Elspeth merely smiled. โEven without hearing my offer?โ
The Kingโs fury tangled in his mouth. โThere is nothing you have that I want.โ
Elspeth unfolded herself from the dungeon floor. When she stood, her spine curled, as if bent. โThen kill me,โ she murmured. โThat is no matter. Even dead, I will not die. I am the shepherd of shadow. The phantom of the fright. The demon in the daydream.โ Her yellow eyes flickered to Ravyn. โThe nightmare in the night.โ
King Rowan made to speakโto slam his hands on the bars once more.
But something in Elspethโs eyes stilled him, his anger frozen in his throat.
She slunk across the cell, her movements so fast some of the Destriers stepped back.
A long, unnerving grin parted her lips. โBut kill me, usurper, and you will never collect the Deck, never heal the infection. The mist will continue to spread. The Spirit of the Wood will consume Blunder and everyone in it. I may be gone, my body mortified by violence and time, but in a hundred years, it is you, Rowan, who will be forgotten. Your castle will be reduced
to dust. Destrier bones will clack in the wind, strewn by children between windows to frighten crows. Your name will turn to rot, your Providence Cards lost. I have seen it all before, Rowan. And I smell it upon us now. The salt of magic in the airโฆ the turn of the tide.โ
Silence cut through the dungeon. King Rowan stared at the creature tucked behind Elspethโs skin, and the creature stared back, its yellow eyes cunning.
โWhat is it you want?โ the King whispered.
Elspeth ran her fingers against the bars, dried blood caked under her fingernails. โSame as you,โ she said, stalking the length of the cell. โI want to collect the Deck. But first, you must release Emory Yew to his parents.โ
Ravyn felt the breath leave his chest. Next to him, Elm and Jespyr had frozen, their faces trapped between fear and wonder.
โWhy would I do that?โ The King took a step back. โYou must know I need his blood.โ
โYouโll find you donโt,โ Elspeth said. โNot when you have mine.โ โYouโd trade your life for the boyโs?โ
โThat is my offer.โ
Ravyn tapped his Nightmare Card beneath his cloak, reaching out in the darkness for any hint of Elspeth. He needed to hear her voiceโneeded to know she was still thereโฆ
But there was nothing. The Shepherd King had blocked him out entirely. โAnd what do I get in return for prolonging your wretched life until
Solstice?โ the King demanded, uncertainty darkening the corners of his voice.
Elspeth continued to pace the cell, stopping only when she stood directly in front of the King. โYou get the Twin Alders,โ she said, drawing the words out of her mouth like spider silk. โThe Card you seek but cannot find. The last Card.โ
King Rowan nearly choked on his words. โThe Twin Alders has been lost for hundreds of years,โ he said. โWhat makes you think you can find it?โ
Elspeth lowered her voice to a whisper, her spine twisting as her yellow eyes narrowed, wicked and infinite. โThe Twin Alders is hidden in a place with no time. A place of great sorrow and bloodshed and crime. Betwixt ancient trees, where the mist cuts bone-deep, the last Card remains, waiting,
asleep. The wood knows no roadโno path through the snare. Only I can find the Twin Aldersโฆ
โFor it was I who left it there.โ