many lands. He’s a brilliant, brutal deity. And now we are in the heart of his kingdom.”
“Was it always a desert here? I heard that A’landi was once surrounded by forest.”
Edan put down his book, and the sinking sun left us in shadow. Dusk was coming. “Why do you ask?”
“Because…” My voice trailed off. “I thought you’d know. You seem to have been here before….”
“I’ve been many places before.”
“So you’ve said,” I replied, remembering how I’d thought he’d looked too young to have accomplished so much—that his boasts were merely hot air. Now I wasn’t so sure. “When were you here?”
His eyes caught a glint of sunlight, and he turned, grinning at me. “The more I tell you, the less charming you’ll find me.”
I rolled my eyes, but a bloom of heat prickled my neck. “I don’t find you charming.”
“Ah, then there’s even less to be said.”
I wasn’t giving up that easily. “I heard you’ve served Emperor Khanujin’s family for three generations.”
“It’s impolite to ask a man his age,” Edan said, a note of amusement touching his voice. “Why are you so curious about me all of a sudden?”
I nudged Milk a few steps forward, until we were beside Edan. A memory flashed of the little flute and the wooden horse figurine I’d seen in Edan’s chamber—were they remnants of his past, of the boy he must have been once?
“I thought we should get to know each other,” I said. “It’s not like we have any alternatives for company.”
“Ah, you should have brought more books to read, then. Would you like one of mine?”
I was sorely tempted to take it and throw it at his head. “Look, if you’re going to protect me over the next two months, it might be helpful for me to know what you can do.”
He tilted his head, considering. “I don’t feel hot or cold, except in extreme conditions…My eyesight is exceptional for a human. My hearing is particularly sensitive, and my sense of smell is above average—highly astute when it comes to magic—but I have no use for taste. There, now you know more about enchanters than almost everyone in the world.”
I blinked. “That doesn’t tell me anything, really. Where are you from—”
“Nowhere and everywhere,” Edan interrupted, reaching into his saddlebag. He tossed his canteen to me. “Your voice is getting hoarse.”
It was the same gingery tea he had forced me to drink before. Only slightly stronger. I licked my lips clean and made a face. “You have no taste. No wonder you’re so fond of drinking foul-tasting tea.”
“Who said it was tea?” Edan rubbed his hands, reveling in my horrified expression. “Ginger’s often used in potions. Truth serums, love potions…”
I made a gasping sound. “What am I drinking?”
He reached for the canteen and took a sip. “Ginger tea.”
I gritted my teeth. “You’re impossible.”
“So gullible.” He laughed and put the canteen away. “I would never need to use a truth serum on you, Maia. You couldn’t tell a lie to save your life.”
“I can’t say the same for you.”
“Yes, well, that’s true to some extent.”
The way he said it sounded almost sad. I snuck a glance at him. Dark circles bloomed under his glassy blue eyes.
“You look tired,” I said.
“Most high enchanters have trouble sleeping. It’s nothing to worry yourself over.”
“What keeps you up at night?” I asked. “You’re never in your tent.”
A cloud passed over his face. “Demons and ghosts.” With a faint smile, he added, “And not having enough books to read.”
The winds grew stronger, stirring up desert sand until every inch of me itched with it. Even when I breathed, I inhaled more sand than air.
“This looks like a good place to make camp,” Edan said suddenly. He hopped off his camel. “There’s a sandstorm up ahead. If we stop now, we’ll avoid the worst of it.”
We raised our two tents and I crawled inside mine, certain I shed a pound of sand just taking off my cloak.
“Hungry?” Edan asked, following me inside. He unrolled what looked like a small tablecloth, barely larger than a chessboard. “We can’t use this too often—magic must be conserved. But I thought we should reward ourselves for a good day’s travel.” He sat cross-legged on the sand. “Imagine what you’d like to eat and clap your hands once.”
I stared at him with disbelief.
“Try it. I would do it myself, but I’m not a good cook, having little taste and all.”
Had it been Keton, I would have braced myself for a practical joke.