The Beauty of Darkness - Mary E. Pearson Page 0,12

keep the cynicism from his tone.

Strangely, it reminded me of myself the first time I spoke with Dihara. I thought about what she had said to me: What is magic but what we don’t yet understand? I shook my head. “No. Not magic,” I answered. “It’s something deep inside, as much a part of us as our blood and skin. It was how the Ancients survived. When they’d lost everything else, they had to return to this language of knowing buried deep within them in order to survive. Some were stronger in this knowing than others, and they helped others survive.”

The skepticism remained etched in Tavish’s eyes. “It was only a few words you heard, and you were half asleep,” he said. “Are you certain it wasn’t just the wind?”

“Are you any more certain of your own skills and gifts? Do you know with certainty how your carefully laid plans will play out? Does Orrin always know exactly how straight or far his arrow will fly? When any of you swing a sword, do you know with complete confidence that you’ll bring down your enemy? No, I’m not always certain about the gift, but I am certain about everything I heard this morning. It wasn’t just the wind, as you call it.”

Rafe stepped closer, a scowl darkening his face. “Just what did you hear this morning, Lia? Everything.”

His gaze chilled me. He knew I’d held back.

“Don’t tarry,” I answered, which they had already heard me say. I cleared my throat and added, “Or they will all die.”

There was a tight moment of silence. Glances were exchanged between Tavish, Sven, and Orrin. They still believed in their long lead. I knew it was a reasonable conclusion. The bridge was heavily damaged. Kaden himself had told me the only other way across the river was far to the south. But I trusted what I’d heard too.

“I don’t expect you to believe everything I’ve said right this minute. Even though Rafe told me you were the best soldiers of Dalbreck, I didn’t believe you’d make it alive to the Sanctum, much less be able to help us get away. But you proved me wrong. Sometimes all it takes is a single ounce of trust for more to grow. Maybe that can be a starting point for us.”

Tavish chewed on his lip and finally nodded. A shaky truce.

Rafe dusted off bits of leaves and dirt on his sleeves as if trying to dispel the tension in the air. “We’re out of harm’s way now. That’s what matters,” he said. “And headed for home—if we don’t starve first. Let’s get dinner going.” They all gladly followed Rafe’s lead, occupying themselves with the business of making camp—something solid that they could all understand.

* * *

Over the next few days, I came to know my rescuers better. I often had the opportunity to ride beside one of them when Rafe veered off to a higher lookout or scouted a blind trail ahead—which happened with great frequency. He claimed he was only checking for ragtag Vendan patrols that might still be out here. I suspected he was simply itchy in his saddle. After all the weeks he’d had to hold back and forcibly restrain himself in the Sanctum, he was finally free, and it seemed his long-pent-up energy needed release. If I’d thought his smile was disarming before, now it undid me. When he came back from a vigorous ride, his face flushed with heat, his hair tossed with the wind, and an easy smile lighting his face, I longed for us to be off the trail and somewhere private.

I often found Sven watching Rafe with what I thought was a father’s pride. One day I had asked how long he had been Rafe’s assigned steward. He said Rafe had come from a wet nurse to his care—give or take a few years.

“That’s a long time. You raised up a fine soldier.”

“More than a soldier. A future king.”

Yes, the pride had been unmistakable. “And yet you let him traipse across the Cam Lanteux after me?”

Sven had snorted. “I didn’t let him. In fact, I tried to talk him out of it, but there was no stopping him. He had lost a treasure that he was determined to get back.”

In spite of the crisp air, rivers of warmth had spread through my chest. “Yet at considerable risk to all of you. I’m sorry about your face.”

“This little thing?” he said motioning to his cheek. “Pfft. Nothing. And as these