Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
I spit it out. The apple rolls in the dirt, but I can already feel it working on me.
Salt, I think, fumbling for my basket. Salt is what I need. Salt is the antidote. It will clear the fog in my head.
Nicasia sees what I am going for and snatches up my basket, dancing out of the way, while Valerian pushes me to the ground. I try to crawl away from him, but he pins me, shoving the filthy apple back into my face.
“Let me sweeten that sour tongue of yours,” he says, pressing it down. Pulp is in my mouth and up my nose.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
My eyes are open, staring up at Valerian’s face. I’m choking. He’s watching me with an expression of mild curiosity, as though he’s looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Darkness is creeping in at the edges of my vision. I am choking to death.
The worst part is the joy blooming inside me from the fruit, blotting out the terror. Everything is beautiful. My vision is swimming. I reach up to claw at Valerian’s face, but I am too dizzy to reach him. A moment later, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hurt him, not when I am so happy.
“Do something!” someone says, but in my delirium, I can’t tell who is speaking.
Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.
“Enough,” Cardan says. He has an odd, wild expression on his face, and a muscle is jumping in his jaw.
I start to laugh.
Valerian looks mutinous. “Ruin my fun, will you?”
For a moment, I think they’re going to fight, although I cannot think why. Then I see what Cardan’s got in his hand. The salt from my basket. The antidote. (Why did I want that? I wonder.) He tosses it up into the air with a laugh, and I watch it scatter with the wind. Then he looks at Valerian, mouth curling. “What’s wrong with you, Valerian? If she dies, your little prank is over before it begins.”
“I’m not going to die,” I say, because I don’t want them to worry. I feel fine. I feel better than I have ever felt in my entire life. I’m glad the antidote is gone.
“Prince Cardan?” Noggle says. “She ought to be taken home.”
“Everyone is so dull today,” Cardan says, but he doesn’t sound as if he’s bored. He sounds as if he’s barely keeping his temper in check.
“Oh, Noggle, she doesn’t wish to go.” Nicasia comes over to me and strokes my cheek. “Do you, pretty thing?”
The cloying taste of honey is in my mouth. I feel light. I am unwinding. I am unfurling like a banner. “I’d like to stay,” I say, because here is wondrous. Because she is dazzling.