Six of Crows (Six of Crows #1) - Leigh Bardugo Page 0,140
he would just see a redheaded Kaelish with a very low neckline.
She curtsied deeply and looked up at him through her lashes. “A pleasure.”
His gaze roved over her figure. “It just might be. You’re from the House of Exotics, are you not? Kep ye nom?”
“Nomme Fianna,” she replied in Kaelish. Was he testing her? “But you can call me anything you like.”
“I thought Kaelish girls with the Menagerie wore the red mare cloak.”
She plumped her lips into a sulk. “Our Zemeni stepped on it and tore the hem. I think she did it on purpose.”
“Cursed girl. Shall we find her and punish her?”
Nina forced a giggle. “How would you set about it?”
“They say the punishment should fit the crime, but I feel it should suit the criminal. Were you my prisoner, I’d make it my business to learn your likes and dislikes—and your fears, of course.”
“I am fearless,” she said with a wink.
“Truly? How intriguing. Fjerdans value courage greatly. How are you finding our country?”
“It’s a magical place,” Nina gushed. If you like ice and more ice. She steeled herself. If he knew who she was, then she might as well find out now. And if he didn’t, well, then she still needed to locate Bo Yul-Bayur—and what a pleasure it would be to trick the legendary Jarl Brum out of the information. She drew closer. “Do you know where I’d truly like to visit?”
He matched her conspiratorial tone. “I’d love to know all your secrets.”
“Ravka.”
The drüskelle’s lip curled. “Ravka? A land of blasphemers and barbarism.”
“True, but to see a Grisha? Can you imagine the thrill?”
“I assure you. It’s hardly a thrill.”
“You only say that because you wear the sign of the wolf. This means you are a … drüskelle, yes?” she asked, pretending to struggle with the Fjerdan word.
“I am their commander.”
Nina widened her eyes. “Then you must have bested many Grisha in battle.”
“There is little honor in a fight with such a creature. I’d rather face a thousand honest men with swords than one of those deceitful witches with unnatural powers.”
And when you arrive with your repeating rifles and your tanks, when you set upon children and helpless villages, should we not use the weapons we possess? Nina bit down hard on her inner cheek.
“There are Grisha in Kerch, are there not?” Brum asked.
“So I’ve heard, but I’ve never seen one at the Menagerie or in the Barrel. At least not that I know of.” Could she risk a mention of jurda parem? How would the girl she was pretending to be have such knowledge? She leaned into him, curling her lips into a wicked, slightly guilty smile, and hoping she looked eager for excitement rather than information. “I know they’re dreadful, but … they do make me shiver. I’ve heard their powers have no limits.”
“Well…” the drüskelle hemmed.
Nina could see he was debating something with himself. Best to stage a strategic retreat. She shrugged. “But perhaps that’s not your area of expertise.” She glanced over his shoulder and caught the eye of a young nobleman in pale gray silk.
“Would you like to see a Grisha tonight?”
Her gaze snapped back to Brum. All I need is a mirror. Did Brum have Grisha prisoners stashed somewhere? What she wanted was to hear all about Bo Yul-Bayur and jurda parem, but this might be a start. And if she could get Brum alone …
She swatted his chest. “You’re teasing.”
“Would your mistress notice if you slipped away?”
“That’s why we’re here, no? To slip away?”
He offered his arm. “Then shall we?”
She smiled and looped her hand over his forearm. He patted it gently. “Good girl.”
She wanted to gag. Maybe I’ll make you impotent, Nina thought grimly, as he led her out of the ballroom and through a terraced forest of ice sculptures—a wolf with a screaming double eagle in its jaws, a serpent wrapped around a bear.
“How … primal,” she murmured.
Brum chuckled and patted her hand again. “We are a culture of warriors.”
Would it be so dreadful to just kill him now? she considered as they strolled. Make it look like a heart attack? Leave him here in the cold? But she could endure Jarl Brum leering down the front of her dress for a little while longer if it meant keeping jurda parem from the world.
Besides, if Bo Yul-Bayur was on this Saintsforsaken island, Brum was the one to get her to him. The guards at the ballroom doors had let them past with little more than a raised brow and