you can avoid the fines levied on mobs like this. Let it be known that on this day the laws of the Glory of Mokad have been set aside. Your blatant disobedience will be made known. And your own Divines will come to collect the debt of blood.”
The Divines would come. And they would punish these men, for the laws on this matter were clear and ruthlessly enforced: no man could take upon himself even the slightest part of the honor of a Divine. But the Divines would come too late.
Da walked forward and picked up the collar and irons.
They would almost surely use water for the ordeal. And Sugar’s family would drown. She’d once touched the cold, bloated body of a boy who had drowned. She envisioned Legs as that boy, and panic ran through her.
Da examined the irons and said, “It looks like your smithing is as bad as your judgment. I’ll need a hammer to assemble these pieces properly.”
“Those pieces are just fine,” said the district lord.
Mother turned to Legs and in a quiet voice said, “Get the shutters. Slowly now.”
Da began walking toward Mother and the open doorway.
Legs closed the shutters on the front of the house then moved to the back.
The district lord called out, “Stop!”
Da stopped only a few paces from the front step and looked back.
“Put on the collar,” said the district lord.
“Of course,” said Da. He dropped the irons in the grass. And then he dashed toward the house.
At that moment Mother moved back from the door and pulled Sugar in with her.
A cry of alarm rose from the soldiers.
“Shoot him!” commanded the Crab. “Shoot!”
THE COURAGE OF WOMEN
A
t the moment of the Crab’s command, the bowmen released their arrows, and Sugar saw the arrows fly.
Da took three, four strides. He leapt to the porch. Then an arrow struck him in the back below the ribs. Another flew like an angry insect into the house above her head and struck the wall behind her.
“Sparrow!” Mother called.
Da’s momentum carried him into the house, and Mother slammed the door shut.
More arrows struck the door. A man cried out, “I got him! I got him!”
Midnight and Sky had not followed Da. They barked viciously outside.
Mother pulled the crossbar on the door in place.
More bows thrummed outside and the dogs’ barks turned to screams. Then the dogs fell silent.
Da winced and looked down at his side. The arrow had not gone into the thick of his back, only cut the flesh on the side. But the blood still spilled from him like water. He pressed his hand to the wound.
“Those cursed blackhearts,” he said. He pulled his hand away wet with blood. “Get me a wrap,” he said to Mother. “All these years, and then they treat me like some feral dog.”
Mother took a knife to her dress and cut a long strip. “We should have ridden when I first suggested it. Why you can’t listen to me I’ll never know.”
“Well, you won’t have to fret about that much longer, will you?”
Mother was furious. She made the final cut, then came and tied it around Da to cover and hold the wound. When Da took his hand away it was dark red. Heavy drops of blood fell to the floor.
“Did you get your mother’s horse?” Da asked Sugar.
“I did,” she said, and the enormity of that almost overwhelmed her. One horse was not enough for all four of them. She cursed herself for not having thought to get Sot.
Da nodded. “It’s enough.”
From outside, they heard the Crab yelling at his men. “I want all here to witness that Sparrow has refused the proving. Fire the smithy and the house.”
Moments later Sugar heard arrows snake into the thatch above their heads. Those would have their points wrapped and burning with pitch-soaked rags.
“Fetch me my armor,” said Da.
“What are we going to do?” asked Sugar.
Da looked down into her eyes. “You, my dear, along with Mother and Legs, are going to ride Fancy out of here.”
“You fool,” said Mother. “It’s too late for that.”
Sugar thought Mother had said that in anger, but when Sugar looked up, she could see Mother was not angry—she was wracked with grief.
“I’m going to draw them away from the back,” said Da. Then he took Mother’s hand and kissed it. “It’s not too late. Not for a fool to remedy his foolishness. You three will ride away, and not look back.”
“I don’t want to ride away,” said Sugar. “Besides, where can we go that