feel,” I said, glad that it had been him who had approached because he couldn’t see the damaged state of my wrists and hands. “You must memorize how each and every rock is placed so that you will know instinctively if something has shifted. Then you must judge how the weight and balance has changed and modify the canopy to compensate.”
The man smiled, resting a hand against the column. He was quiet for a moment, then he said, “Northwest sixty-three and sixty-five are lower, but barely.”
“Yes,” I said, frowning at him. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He turned his head toward where Pierre was arguing with the other two guild members. “But it was an excuse to speak with you.”
Curiosity flared in side of me. “About?”
“I knew what the half-bloods were constructing would never work,” he said softly. “I could hear where they were building, and it didn’t feel right. And I wasn’t the only one. Others noticed it too.” He wrung his hands together. “We knew he’d tricked them, but we’d be fools to say anything against your father.”
I hesitated. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because we want you to know that it isn’t only the half-bloods who will rise up against your father to put you on the throne.” He turned his face back to me, and even though he had no eyes, I could have sworn he was seeing me.
“The guilds are full of your supporters – full-bloods who believe you are the key to our survival. That you will be the one who sets us free.”
A thousand thoughts chased each other through my mind, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
Pierre’s whistle stole away the moment. “Visitors,” he hissed, jerking his chin in the direction of the bobbing light coming swiftly down the street.
I rose, backing away from the tree and letting my light dim in the foolish hope that whoever approached wouldn’t recognize me.
A boy near to my age skidded to a stop in front of us, his uniform marked with the Builders’ Guild emblem of a hammer and chisel. “News from the palace!” His eyes widened when he saw me. “Begging your pardon, Your Highness.” He started to bow, then stopped, his eyes flicking between his elder fellows for guidance.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” I said, leaning against the wall. “Tell us the news.”
“It’s about your brother,” he said. “Prince Roland.”
“I know who my brother is.” My voice was light, but if I’d had hackles, they would have risen. “What about him?”
“The King has announced his betrothal.”
I grimaced. He wouldn’t be bound to anyone until he was at least sixteen, but I still pitied whatever girl had been chosen. The idea of anyone being emotionally tied to my insane, sadistic little brother made me sick. “To whom?”
The boy licked his lips, looking anywhere but at me. My unease grew – something wasn’t right. What was my father up to? “Spit it out,” I snapped, ignoring how he jumped, eyes bright with fear.
“It’s just that I don’t think you’re going to like it very much, given that you… and her…”
The lights of those around me began to spin. No, no, no! “Tell me who!”
The boy swallowed hard. “To Lady Anaïs, Your Highness. Prince Roland has been betrothed to the heiress of the Duchy of Angoulême.”
TWENTY-FIVE
CÉCILE
“Please let me go out,” I begged, flinging myself onto the sofa where my mother sat reading.
She turned a page and didn’t look up. “No. I don’t trust you not to go running toward trouble.”
“You’re driving me mad,” I muttered. And she really was. It had been over a week since I’d stolen Catherine’s memory, but I’d been able to do nothing about it thanks to my mother. The only time I was allowed out of the house was for performances or masque rehearsals – none of which Marie had attended – and she never let me out of her sight for more than a moment. Compelling her with magic might well get me free of her for a few moments, but the effects were fleeting and I knew no way of permanently altering her thoughts. Nor was the idea of doing so particularly conscionable.
As it was, rare was the moment when I was alone with her, and I was not sure if I could compel two people at once. I’d been forced to satisfy myself with setting Sabine and Chris to keeping an eye on Catherine, but that wasn’t progress. I was becoming