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far as Zelen knew, none of them had ever taken the chance.

As he kicked open the door, relishing the wet print of his boot on the wood, it occurred to him that he didnā€™t actually know what the consequences of disobedience were. Being turned off without a reference or pay had always been his assumption, and it had seemed bad enough, but the new and terrible information of the past few days made Zelen reconsider.

Servants left rarely, but when they did, they simply vanished.

Surely, he thought, they couldnā€™t all have been sacrifices. Surely that would have excited too much comment. But he actually couldnā€™t be sure, and the very need to consider the possibility was chilling.

Gedomir didnā€™t keep wine, brandy, or whiskey in his desk, or Zelen wouldā€™ve poured himself a stiff drink, oncoming battle or not. Holding it would have conveyed the proper mood, for one. Lacking that, he picked up a series of carved stone paperweights on the deskā€”cats of different sizes and colors, all rather charming and one of the few remotely human touches in the placeā€”and then dropped them out of order, in between pacing from the door to the window and back.

It didnā€™t take much pretense at all.

He was by the desk, toying with a gray-blue sitting cat the size of his palm, when he heard the door open.

ā€œGedo, thank the gods,ā€ he said, turning with the figurine still in his hands. ā€œThis place is torment for a sober man, you know.ā€

ā€œZelen.ā€ The delay made sense. Despite the hour, his brother was impeccably dressed: gray tunic, black surcoat, breeches, and boots, silver-buckled sword belt and silver-hilted sword in a sheath worked with the same metal, not a hair out of place. ā€œYou choose the most interesting hours.ā€

This time, he wouldnā€™t rise to the bait. Heā€™d let his emotions carry him away when Gedo had told him about Branwynā€”had told him what he wanted Zelen to believe about herā€”and Gedomir would believe that the same would be true when Zelen heard any particularly important news about the matter.

He didnā€™t bother putting the figurine down, just summoned as much wide-eyed alarm as he could. ā€œIā€™m sorry for waking you, Gedo.ā€

ā€œYou couldā€™ve saved me the interrupted sleep, and yourself the time and the strain on your horse, most likely,ā€ said Gedomir, stepping inside the door. ā€œI expect to be in the city by tomorrow afternoon. Mother, Father, and Alize are halfway there already.ā€

Lord and Lady Verengir, and their elder daughter by virtue of traveling with them, didnā€™t spend more than three hours on the road at a time. There was a small inn between the estate and the city, one that Zelen suspected made its entire profit from his familyā€™s infrequent trips and the ability to use their name.

ā€œIt couldnā€™t wait. Youā€™ll understandā€¦ā€ He passed his free hand across his mouth, letting it shake, and watched Gedomir watch the motion. ā€œI hope youā€™ll understand. Youā€™re not going to believe what Iā€™ve discoveredā€”ā€

ā€œNo,ā€ said Gedomir.

He took a few steps further into the room, but Zelen now noticed that he stayed carefully far away. Behind him, the shadows in the hall grew more solid, developing harsh faces and broad shoulders, dark armor and bared weapons.

ā€œNo,ā€ Gedomir repeated, ā€œI donā€™t think I would.ā€

Chapter 36

Gedomir had never regarded Zelen particularly fondly, but now his gaze was brimming with contempt. ā€œI donā€™t even want to know the lies youā€™ve come up with,ā€ he said. ā€œIt would only insult us both.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t know what you mean.ā€ Shock and fear were appropriate. Zelen gave them free rein and yanked back hard on guilt, or hoped he did. ā€œI came becauseā€”ā€

ā€œYou found theā€¦womanā€™sā€¦sword.ā€ Gedomir ticked off points on his fingers as he stood, square-shouldered and upright as a statue, eyeing Zelen as though he were a maggot in meat. ā€œYou didnā€™t bother consulting with me, our parents, or even the girls about it. Instead, you practiced a rather shoddy deception with a broom handle.ā€

The last word was the kick in the stomach. Zelen didnā€™t respond. The guards moved in, each taking one of his arms in a none-too-gentle grip. The cat statuette fell to the floor.

They knew. Yathana hadnā€™t counted on Gedomirā€™s paranoia about having the sword around outweighing his distaste for it, or some event had made him decide to check on it, or, hell, Gizath had given his faithful a vision. It didnā€™t matter. They knew.

He thought that as hard as he could, hoping that Yathana would pick up on it across the house and through their barely existent bond: They know. Get Tanya and run for it.

ā€œI suppose I shouldnā€™t be shocked,ā€ Gedomir went on, ā€œby your lack of any family feeling. Youā€™ve constantly demonstrated that you have no regard for the ties of blood any proper gentleman should feelā€”and yet, you manage to disappoint us again. Tell me, Zelen, didnā€™t you even think of consulting us?ā€

The question, and his brotherā€™s genuinely wounded manner, startled Zelen into a cawing laugh. ā€œConsulting you? What in Letarā€™s name would you have said if I did?ā€

Now that he was alert for it, he saw Gedomir flinch at the mention of the goddess. It wasnā€™t much, only a slight twitch near his left eye, but it put to rest any ideas Zelen might have had about the whole business being an awful mistake.

ā€œOr am I wrong?ā€ With nothing to lose, he pressed his point. ā€œHas there been some horrible error? Did the demon that killed the Rognozis not bring Branwynā€™s sword back to you, like a good dog returns game to the hunter? Do you and our parents, and even the girlsā€ā€”Zelen imitated Gedomirā€™s deliveryā€”ā€œnot worship the Traitor?ā€

The blow was openhanded, but full strength. Zelenā€™s teeth split two of Gedomirā€™s knuckles open, which was a small bright point in the whole wretched evening.

ā€œYou shouldnā€™t speak of truth thatā€™s beyond you,ā€ Gedomir said, shaking his wrist. ā€œOur lord knows more of loyalty and order than any of his degenerate sisterā€™s favorites, as feeble an example as you

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