lips curled into a snarl. “Make me, assassin.”
She buckled. “Cruxer, you can’t.”
“I won’t give away your dirty secrets,” Cruxer said. “What do you think I am?”
“Cruxer, you can’t. He’s . . . he’s got the orange bane. Or seed crystal or whatever. At least, his sister did. I’m sure he took it when he became king. I don’t know what it does to people.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Goodbye, Teia. Tisis.”
“Commander, I forbid you to go,” Tisis said. Her voice was reluctant but firm.
He shook his head. “The Order tried to kill your husband once already. You really don’t want me there with him?”
“Cruxer . . .” Tisis said, pleading.
The commander said, “Breaker will seek Ironfist out the moment he hears he’s at the Chromeria. I have to go tell him.”
“Someone else—”
“This is a matter of defense, and that’s my domain. My apologies, Lady Guile.” He bowed sharply and was out the door before either of them could gather any other arguments.
The expression on Tisis’s face reflected the same dread Teia was feeling.
“Can you catch up with him?” Tisis asked.
Teia would have to sneak, while Cruxer could simply ride. “No,” she said. “But I’ll try.” She drew her hood back on.
“One moment,” Tisis said. She walked back toward her desk and opened a drawer. “I know we may not get another chance—well, ever, so . . . For reasons that don’t matter right now, Kip thought he couldn’t give this to you himself. But he made it for you, and I want you to have it.”
She pulled out a length of faintly luminous fine yellow chain with spearheads on either end. A rope-spear of woven yellow luxin?
Teia held it in her hands, baffled. “He made this?” The chain was so finely woven it was as supple as rope, but with yellow links. It would be virtually unbreakable.
“He was working on some magic to make it less visible or more visible—even glowing if you wanted it to—but I don’t know how far he got with that. You’ll have to ask him.”
Teia wanted to study it, wanted to test the weight and the magic, but instead she wrapped the weapon expertly around her waist in a quick-releasing knot. “I . . .” What could she say to this woman, for whom she’d only had evil thoughts?
“Should go,” Tisis said. “We’ll speak again.” There was a little drop-off in her voice though, as if she was consciously holding back ‘I hope, if we live.’
Teia turned. She didn’t know how to do this. And there was work summoning her that she did know how to do.
As Teia closed her hood around her face, and began to shimmer out of visibility, Tisis said, “One more thing. He gave it a name. He called it ‘Sorry.’ ”
Teia paused. Then she went.
Chapter 89
In all her years as a young noblewoman, then as a Blackguard, and then as the White, Karris had never heard the audience chamber so quiet. The courtiers filed out in silence. The Blackguards cleared the room in silence.
Now she and Andross stood in silence.
She stood at the great windows, watching the sun go down. A summer squall, disappointingly small, was blowing in off the horizon.
When she’d been in this room before, there had always been a buzz of voices, chattering and tittering as this or that noble tried to prove himself a wit through his whispered observations. Even as a Blackguard clearing the chamber of threats—or more often, simply collecting forgotten bags or scarves and the like—there had always been the small talk of work. Since she’d become White, moments of silence had become treasures.
But not moments shared with Andross.
The sun set. There was no green flash after the last sliver of sun disappeared, no divine promise that it would all work out.
Andross stood at a window, looking out on the futile drizzle of the late-spring rain, lightning illuminating his figure inconsistently, even the rumble of thunder seeming somehow impotent.
For the first time in a year or more, Karris was reminded that he was indeed an old man, ancient for a drafter.
“I didn’t even think it worth mentioning that he might demand the price in blood,” Andross said. Karris didn’t know if it was even meant for her ears, he said it so low. “He shouldn’t have been able to seize power at all. Satrapah Tilleli Azmith was there, ready to rule. Messages had been sent. She knew the danger Haruru was creating. She was going to return Paria to its loyal