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Chapter no 2

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

THE KETTLEโ€™S MASSIVE DOORSย slammed shut, and I heard the lock turn. I tried to put aside the sick twist in my gut and make sense of what I was seeing. Nadia and Zoyaโ€”two Squallersโ€”Mal, and David, a harmless Fabrikator.ย Today,ย the note had said. What had it meant?

โ€œIโ€™ll ask you again, priest. What is this? Why are my friends in custody?

Why are theyย bleeding?โ€

โ€œThese are not your friends. A plot has been discovered to bring the White Cathedral down around our very ears.โ€

โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€

โ€œYou saw the boyโ€™s insolence todayโ€”โ€

โ€œIs that the problem? He doesnโ€™t tremble properly in your presence?โ€

โ€œThe issue here is treason!โ€ He drew a small canvas pouch from his robes and held it out, letting it dangle from his fingers. I frowned. Iโ€™d seen pouches like that in the Fabrikator workshops. They were used forโ€”

โ€œBlasting powders,โ€ the Apparat said. โ€œMade by this Fabrikator filth with materials gathered by your supposed friends.โ€

โ€œSo David made blasting powders. There could be a hundred reasons for that.โ€

โ€œWeapons are forbidden within the White Cathedral.โ€

I arched a brow at the rifles currently pointed at Mal and my Grisha. โ€œAnd what are those? Ladles? If youโ€™re going to make accusationsโ€”โ€

โ€œTheir plans were overheard. Stand forward, Tamar Kir-Bataar. Speak the truth youโ€™ve discovered.โ€

Tamar bowed deeply. โ€œThe Grisha and the tracker planned to drug you and take you to the surface.โ€

โ€œIย wantย to return to the surface.โ€

โ€œThe blasting powders would have been used to ensure that no one followed,โ€ she continued, โ€œto bring down the caverns on the Apparat and your flock.โ€

โ€œHundreds of innocent people? Mal would never do that. None of them would.โ€ Not even Zoya, that wretch. โ€œAnd it doesnโ€™t make any sense. Just how were they supposed to drug me?โ€

Tamar nodded to Genya and the tea that sat beside us.

โ€œI drink that tea myself,โ€ Genya snapped. โ€œIt isnโ€™t laced with anything.โ€ โ€œShe is an accomplished poisoner and liar,โ€ Tamar replied coldly. โ€œShe has

betrayed you to the Darkling before.โ€

Genyaโ€™s fingers clenched around her shawl. We both knew there was truth in the charge. I felt an unwelcome prickle of suspicion.

โ€œYou trust her,โ€ Tamar said. There was something strange in her voice. She sounded less like she was issuing an accusation than a command.

โ€œThey were only waiting to stockpile enough blasting powder,โ€ said the Apparat. โ€œThen they intended to strike, to take you aboveground and give you up to the Darkling.โ€

I shook my head. โ€œYou really expect me to believe that Mal would hand me over to the Darkling?โ€

โ€œHe was a dupe,โ€ said Tolya quietly. โ€œHe was so desperate to free you that he became their pawn.โ€

I glanced at Mal. I couldnโ€™t read his expression. The first real sliver of doubt entered me. Iโ€™d never trusted Zoya, and how well did I really know Nadia? Genyaโ€”Genya had suffered so much at the Darklingโ€™s hand, but their ties ran deep. Cold sweat broke out on my neck, and I felt panic pull at me, fraying my thoughts.

โ€œPlots within plots,โ€ hissed the Apparat. โ€œYou have a soft heart, and it has betrayed you.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ I said. โ€œNone of this makes sense.โ€ โ€œThey are spies and deceivers!โ€

I pressed my fingers to my temples. โ€œWhere are my other Grisha?โ€ โ€œThey have been contained until they can be properly questioned.โ€ โ€œTell me they are unharmed.โ€

โ€œSee this concern for those who would wrong her?โ€ he asked of the

Priestguards.ย Heโ€™s enjoying this, I realized.ย Heโ€™s been waiting for it.ย โ€œThis is what marks her kindness, her generosity.โ€ His gaze locked on mine. โ€œThereย areย some injuries, but the traitors will have the best of care. You need only say the word.โ€

The warning was clear, and finally I understood. Whether the Grisha plot was real or some subterfuge invented by the priest, this was the moment he had been hoping for, the chance to make my isolation complete. No more visits to the Kettle with Genya, no more stolen conversation with David. The priest would use this chance to separate me from anyone whose loyalties were tied more tightly to me than his cause. And I was too weak to stop him.

But was Tamar telling the truth? Were these allies really enemies? Nadia hung her head. Zoya kept her chin lifted, her blue eyes bright with challenge. It was easy to believe that either or both of them might turn against me, might seek the Darkling out and offer me as a gift with some hope of clemency. And David had helped to place the collar around my neck.

Could Mal have been tricked into helping them betray me? He didnโ€™t look frightened or concernedโ€”he looked the way he had at Keramzin when he was about to do something that got us both in trouble. His face was bruised, but I noticed he was standing straighter. And then he glanced up, almost as if he were casting his eyes heavenward, as if he were praying. I knew better. Mal had never been the religious sort. He was looking at the master flue.

Plots within plots. Davidโ€™s nervousness. Tamarโ€™s words.ย You trust her.

โ€œRelease them,โ€ I commanded.

The Apparat shook his head, his expression full of sorrow. โ€œOur Saint is being weakened by those who claim to love her. See how frail she is, how sickly. This is the corruption of their influence.โ€ A few of the Priestguards nodded, and I saw that strange fanatical light in their eyes. โ€œShe is a Saint, but also a young girl governed by emotion. She does not understand the forces at work here.โ€

โ€œI understand that you have lost your way, priest.โ€

The Apparat gave me that pitying, indulgent smile. โ€œYou are ill, Sankta Alina. Not in your right mind. You do not know friend from foe.โ€

Goes with the territory, I thought bleakly. I took a deep breath. This was the moment to choose. I had to believe in someone, and it wasnโ€™t the Apparat, a man who had betrayed his King, then betrayed the Darkling, who I knew

would gladly orchestrate my martyrdom if it served his purpose. โ€œYou will release them,โ€ I repeated. โ€œI will not warn you again.โ€

A smirk flickered over his lips. Behind the pity, there was arrogance. He was perfectly aware of how weak I was. I had to hope the others knew what they were doing.

โ€œYou will be escorted to your chambers so that you may spend the day in solitude,โ€ he said. โ€œYou will think on what has happened, and good sense will return. Tonight we will pray together. For guidance.โ€

Why did I suspect that โ€œguidanceโ€ meant the location of the firebird and possibly any information I had on Nikolai Lantsov?

โ€œAnd if I refuse?โ€ I asked, scanning the Priestguards. โ€œWill your soldiers take up arms against their Saint?โ€

โ€œYou will remain untouched and protected, Sankta Alina,โ€ said the Apparat. โ€œI cannot extend the same courtesy to those you would call friends.โ€

More threats. I looked into the guardsโ€™ faces, their fervent eyes. They would murder Mal, kill Genya, lock me in my chambers, and feel righteous in the act.

I took a small step back. I knew the Apparat would read it as a sign of weakness. โ€œDo you know why I come here, priest?โ€

He gave a dismissive wave, his impatience showing through. โ€œIt reminds you of home.โ€

My eyes met Malโ€™s briefly. โ€œYou should know by now,โ€ I said, โ€œan orphan has no home.โ€

I twitched my fingers in my sleeves. Shadows surged up the Kettle walls. It wasnโ€™t much of a distraction, but it was enough. The Priestguards startled, rifles swinging wildly, as their Grisha captives recoiled in shock. Mal didnโ€™t hesitate.

โ€œNow!โ€ he shouted. He shot forward, snatching the blasting powder from the Apparatโ€™s hand.

Tolya threw out his fists. Two of the Priestguards crumpled, clutching their chests. Nadia and Zoya held up their hands, and Tamar spun, her axes slicing through their bonds. Both Squallers raised their arms, and wind rushed through the room, lifting the sawdust on the floor.

โ€œSeize them!โ€ yelled the Apparat. The guards sprang into action.

Mal hurled the pouch of powder into the air. Nadia and Zoya lobbed it

higher, up into the master flue.

Mal slammed into one of the guards. The broken ribs must have been an act, because there was nothing tentative in his movements now. A fist, a thrown elbow. The Priestguard went down. Mal grabbed his pistol and aimed high, up into the flue, into darkness.

Thisย was the plan? No one could make that shot.

Another guard threw himself at Mal. Mal pivoted from his grasp and fired.

For a moment, there was a hush, suspended silence, and then high above us, I heard it: a dampenedย boom.

A roaring sound rushed toward us. A cloud of soot and rubble billowed from the flue above.

โ€œNadia!โ€ cried Zoya, who was grappling with a guard.

Nadia arced her arms and the cloud hovered, twisted, siphoned into the shape of a whirling column. It spun away and collapsed to the floor in a harmless clatter of pebbles and dirt.

I took all of this in dimlyโ€”the fighting, the Apparatโ€™s shouts of rage, the grease fire that had broken out against the far wall.

Genya and I had come to the kitchens for one reason alone: the hearths. Not for the heat or for any sense of comfort, but because each of those ancient hearths led to the master flue. And that flue was the only place in the White Cathedral with direct access to the surface. Direct access to the sun.

โ€œStrike them down!โ€ the Apparat shouted at his Priestguards. โ€œTheyโ€™re trying to kill our Saint! Theyโ€™re trying to kill us all!โ€

Iโ€™d come here every day, hoping the cooks might use more than a few fires so that the flue would open all the way. Iโ€™d tried to summon, hidden from the Priestguards by Genyaโ€™s thick shawl and their superstitious fear of her. Iโ€™d tried and failed. Now Mal had blown the flue wide open. I could only call and pray that the light would answer.

I felt it, miles above meโ€”so tentative, barely a whisper. Panic gripped me.

The distance was too great. Iโ€™d been foolish to hope.

Then it was as if something within me rose and stretched, like a creature that had lain idle for too long. Its muscles had gone soft from disuse, but it was still there, waiting. I called and the light answered with the strength of the antlers at my throat, the scales at my wrist. It came to me in a rush, triumphant and eager.

I grinned at the Apparat, letting exultation fill me. โ€œA man so obsessed with holy fire should pay more attention to the smoke.โ€

The light slammed through me and burst over the room in a blinding cascade that illuminated the almost comical expression of shock on the Apparatโ€™s face. The Priestguards threw up their hands, eyes squeezed shut against the glare.

Relief came with the light, a sense of being right and whole for the first time in months. Some part of me had truly feared I might never be restored completely, that by usingย merzostย in my fight with the Darkling, by daring to create shadow soldiers and trespass in the making at the heart of the world, I had somehow forfeited this gift. But now it was as if I could feel my body coming to life, my cells reviving. Power rippled through my blood, reverberated in my bones.

The Apparat recovered quickly. โ€œSave her!โ€ he bellowed. โ€œSave her from the traitors!โ€

Some of the guards looked confused, some frightened, but two jumped forward to do his bidding, sabers raised to attack Nadia and Zoya.

I honed my power to a gleaming scythe, felt the strength of the Cut in my hands.

Then Mal lunged in front of me. I barely had time to draw back. The jolt of unused power recoiled through me, making my heart stutter.

Mal had gotten hold of a sword, and his blade flashed as he cut through one guard, then the other. They toppled like trees.

Two more advanced, but Tolya and Tamar were there to stop them. David ran to Genyaโ€™s side. Nadia and Zoya flipped another guard in the air. I saw Priestguards on the periphery raising their rifles to open fire.

Rage coursed through me, and I fought to rein it in.ย No more,ย I told myself.ย No more deaths today.ย I hurled the Cut in a fiery arc. It crashed through a long table and tore into the earth before the Priestguards, opening a dark, yawning trench in the kitchen floor. There was no way of knowing how deep it went.

Terror was written on the Apparatโ€™s faceโ€”terror and what might well have been awe. The guards fell to their knees, and a moment later, the priest followed. Some wept, chanting prayers. Beyond the kitchen doors, I heard fists pounding, voices wailing, โ€œSankta! Sankta!โ€

I was glad they were crying out for me and not the Apparat. I dropped my

hands, letting the light recede. I didnโ€™t want to let it go. I looked at the bodies of the fallen guards. One of them had sawdust in his beard. I had almost been the person to end his life.

I drew a little light and kept it burning in a warm halo around me. I had to be cautious. The power was feeding me, but Iโ€™d been too long without it. My weakened body was having trouble keeping up, and I wasnโ€™t sure of my limits. Still, Iโ€™d been under the Apparatโ€™s control for months, and I wouldnโ€™t have an opportunity like this again.

Men lay dead and bleeding, and a crowd was waiting outside the Kettle doors. I could hear Nikolaiโ€™s voice in my head:ย The people like spectacle.ย The show wasnโ€™t over yet.

I walked forward, stepping carefully around the trench Iโ€™d opened, and stood before one of the kneeling guards.

He was younger than the othersโ€”his beard just coming in; his gaze fastened on the ground as he mumbled prayers. I caught not just my name, but the names of real Saints, strung together as if in a single word. I touched my hand to his shoulder, and his eyes slid shut, tears rolling down his cheeks.

โ€œForgive me,โ€ he said. โ€œForgive me.โ€ โ€œLook at me,โ€ I said gently.

He forced himself to look up. I cupped his face in my hand, gentle, like a mother, though he was barely older than I was. โ€œWhatโ€™s your name?โ€

โ€œVladim โ€ฆ Vladim Ozwal.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s good to doubt Saints, Vladim. And men.โ€ He gave a shaky nod as another tear spilled over.

โ€œMy soldiers bear my mark,โ€ I said, referring to the tattoos borne by the Soldat Sol. โ€œUntil this day you have put yourself apart from them, buried yourself in books and prayer instead of hearing the people. Will you wear my mark now?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ he said, fervently.

โ€œWill you swear loyalty to me and only me?โ€ โ€œGladly!โ€ he cried. โ€œSol Koroleva!โ€ Sun Queen.

My stomach turned. Part of me hated what I was about to do.ย Canโ€™t I just make him sign something? Give a blood oath? Make me a really firm promise?ย But I had to be stronger than that. This boy and his comrades had taken up arms against me. I couldnโ€™t let that happen again, and this was the

language of Saints and suffering, the language they understood.

โ€œOpen your shirt,โ€ I commanded. Not a loving mother now, but a different kind of Saint, a warrior wielding holy fire.

His fingers fumbled with his buttons, but he didnโ€™t hesitate. He pulled the fabric apart, baring the skin of his chest. I was tired, still weak. I had to concentrate. I wanted to make a point, not kill him.

I felt the light in my hand. I pressed my palm to the smooth skin over his heart and let the power pulse. Vladim flinched when it connected, scorching his flesh, but he did not cry out. His eyes were wide and unblinking, his expression rapt. When I pulled my hand back, my palm print remained, the brand throbbing red and angry on his chest.

Not bad,ย I thought grimly,ย for your first time mutilating a man.

I let the power go, grateful to be finished. โ€œIt is done.โ€

Vladim looked down at his chest, and his face broke into a beatific grin.ย He has dimples, I realized with a lurch.ย Dimples and a hideous scar heโ€™ll bear for the rest of his life.

โ€œThank you, Sol Koroleva.โ€ โ€œRise,โ€ I commanded.

He stood, beaming down at me, tears still running from his eyes.

The Apparat moved as if to stand. โ€œStay where you are,โ€ I snapped, my rage returning. He was the reason Iโ€™d just had to brand a young man. He was the reason two men lay dead, their blood pooling over discarded onion skins and carrot shavings.

I looked down at him. I could feel the temptation to take his life, to be rid of him forever. It would be deeply stupid. Iโ€™d awed a few soldiers, but if I murdered the Apparat, who knew what chaos I might unleash?ย You want to, though, said a voice in my head. For the months underground, for the fear and intimidation, for every day sacrificed below the surface when I could have been hunting the firebird and seeking revenge on the Darkling.

He must have read the intent in my eyes.

โ€œSankta Alina, I only wanted for you to be safe, for you to be whole and well again,โ€ he said shakily.

โ€œThen consider your prayers answered.โ€ That was a lie if Iโ€™d ever told one. The last words I would have chosen to describe myself wereย wholeย orย well.

โ€œPriest,โ€ I said. โ€œYou will offer sanctuary to all those who seek it, not just those who worship the Sun Saint.โ€

He shook his head. โ€œThe security of the White Cathedralโ€”โ€ โ€œIf not here, then elsewhere. Figure it out.โ€

He took a breath. โ€œOf course.โ€

โ€œAnd there will be no more child soldiers.โ€ โ€œIf the faithful wish to fightโ€”โ€

โ€œYou are on your knees,โ€ I said. โ€œWe are not negotiating.โ€

His lips thinned, but after a moment, he dipped his chin in assent.

I looked around. โ€œYou are all witness to these decrees.โ€ Then I turned to one of the guards. โ€œGive me your gun.โ€

He handed it over without a secondโ€™s pause. With some satisfaction, I saw the Apparatโ€™s eyes widen in dismay, but I simply passed the weapon to Genya, then demanded a saber for David, though I knew he wouldnโ€™t be much good with it. Zoya and Nadia stood ready to summon, and Mal and the twins were already well armed.

โ€œUp,โ€ I said to the Apparat. โ€œLet us have peace. We have seen miracles this day.โ€

He rose, and as I embraced him, I whispered in his ear. โ€œYou will lend your blessing to our mission, and you will follow the orders Iโ€™ve laid out for you. Or I will carve you in half and throw the pieces into the Fold. Understood?โ€

He swallowed and nodded.

I needed time to think, but I didnโ€™t have it. We had to open those doors, to offer the people an explanation for the fallen guards and for the explosion.

โ€œSee to your dead,โ€ I said to one of the Priestguards. โ€œWeโ€™ll bear them with us. Do they โ€ฆ do they have family?โ€

โ€œWe are their family,โ€ said Vladim.

I addressed the others. โ€œGather the faithful from all over the White Cathedral and bring them to the main cavern. I will speak to them in one hourโ€™s time. Vladim, once weโ€™re out of the Kettle, free the other Grisha and get them to my quarters.โ€

He touched the brand at his chest in a kind of salute. โ€œSankta Alina.โ€ I glanced at Malโ€™s bruised face. โ€œGenya, clean him up. Nadiaโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve got it,โ€ Tamar said, already dabbing the blood on Nadiaโ€™s lip with a towel sheโ€™d dunked into a cookpot full of hot water. โ€œSorry about that,โ€ I

heard her say.

Nadia smiled. โ€œHad to make it look good. Besides, Iโ€™ll get you back.โ€ โ€œWeโ€™ll see,โ€ Tamar replied.

I glanced at the other Grisha in their disheveled kefta. We didnโ€™t exactly present an impressive spectacle. โ€œTolya, Tamar, Mal, youโ€™ll walk alongside me with the Apparat.โ€ I lowered my voice. โ€œTry to look confident and โ€ฆ regal.โ€

โ€œI have a questionโ€”โ€ Zoya started.

โ€œI have about a hundred myself, but theyโ€™ll have to wait. I donโ€™t want the crowd outside turning into a mob.โ€ I cast a wary glance at the Apparat. An impulse to humble him, to make him grovel for the months of our underground captivity, surged within me. It was a bitter, petty desire, and I knew it would bring no real satisfaction. I took a deep breath and said, โ€œI want everyone else mingled with the Priestguards. This is a display of unity.โ€

We positioned ourselves before the doors. The Apparat and I led the way, with the Priestguards and Grisha following behind us, the bodies of the fallen held aloft by their comrades.

โ€œVladim,โ€ I said, โ€œopen the doors.โ€

As Vladim moved to unlock them, Mal stepped up beside me. โ€œHow did you know Iโ€™d be able to summon?โ€ I asked quietly. He glanced at me with a faint smile. โ€œFaith.โ€

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