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An Ember in the Ashes, Page 63

Sabaa Tahir

Page 63

  When he speaks, I want to believe.

  He opens his hand. “You have a message?”

  I give him the folio. “You said you’d die before you crossed that line. And yet you’re making a weapon for the Commandant. ”

  “No. ” Spiro peruses the folio. “I’m pretending to make a weapon for her so she’ll keep sending you with messages. As long as she thinks my interest in you will get her a Teluman blade, she won’t do you any irreparable harm. I might even be able to persuade her to sell you to me. Then I’ll break those damned things off,” he nods to my cuffs, “and set you free. ” At my surprise, Spiro looks away, as if embarrassed. “It’s the least I can do for your brother. ”

  “He’s going to be executed,” I whisper. “In a week. ”

  “Executed?” Spiro says. “Not possible. He’d still be in Central Prison if he was to be executed, and he was moved from there. Where, I don’t yet know. ”

  Teluman’s eyes narrow. “How did you learn he was to be executed? Who have you been talking to?”

  I don’t answer. Darin might have trusted the smith, but I can’t bring myself to. Maybe Teluman really is a revolutionary. Or maybe he’s a very convincing spy.

  “I have to go,” I say. “Cook’s expecting me back. ”

  “Laia, wait—”

  I don’t hear the rest. I’m already out the door.

  As I walk back to Blackcliff, I try to push his words from my head, but I can’t. Darin’s been moved? When? Where? Why didn’t Mazen mention it?

  How is my brother? Is he suffering? What if the Martials have broken his bones? Skies, his fingers? What if—

  No more. Nan once said that there’s hope in life. If Darin’s alive, nothing else matters. If I can get him out, the rest can be fixed.

  My path back takes me through Execution Square, where the gibbets are conspicuously empty. No one has been hung for days. Keenan said the Martials are saving the executions for the new Emperor. Marcus and his brother will enjoy such a spectacle. What if one of the others wins? Would Aquilla smile as innocent men and women twist at the end of a rope? Would Veturius?

  Ahead of me, the crowd slows to a standstill as a Tribal caravan twenty wagons long ambles across the square. I turn to go around it, but everyone else has the same idea, resulting in a mess of swearing, shoving, mired bodies.

  And then, amid the chaos: “You’re all right. ”

  I recognize his voice instantly. He wears a Tribal vest, but even with the hood up, his hair trickles out like a tongue of flame.

  “After the raid,” Keenan says, “I wasn’t sure. I’ve been watching the square all day, hoping you’d come through. ”

  “You got out too. ”

  “All of us did. Just in time. The Martials took more than a hundred Scholars last night. ” He cocks his head. “Your friend escaped?”

  “My. . . ah. . . ” If I say Izzi’s all right, I’m as good as admitting that I brought her with me to an information drop. Keenan regards me with his unflinching stare. He’ll know a lie a mile away.

  “Yes,” I say. “She escaped. ”

  “She knows you’re a spy. ”

  “She’s helped me. I know I shouldn’t have let her, but—”

  “But it just happened. Your brother’s life is at risk here, Laia. I understand. ” A fight breaks out behind us, and Keenan rests a hand on my back, turning me so he’s between me and the flying punches. “Mazen’s set a meeting eight days from now, in the morning. Tenth bell. Come here, to the square. If you need to meet before, wear a gray scarf over your hair and wait on the south side of the square. Someone will be watching for you. ”

  “Keenan. ” I think of what Teluman said about Darin. “Are you sure my brother’s in Central Prison? That he’s to be executed? I heard he’s been moved—”

  “Our spies are reliable,” Keenan says. “Mazen would know if he’d been transferred. ”

  My neck prickles. Something’s not right. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Keenan rubs the stubble on his face, and my unease swells. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Laia. ”

  Ten hells. I turn his face toward me, forcing him to meet my eyes. “If it affects Darin,” I say, “I need to worry about it. Is it Mazen? Has he changed his mind?”

  “No. ” Keenan’s tone does little to reassure me. “I don’t think so. But he’s been. . . strange. Quiet about this mission. Hiding the spy reports. ”

  I try to justify this. Perhaps Mazen is worried the mission will be compromised. When I say as much, Keenan shakes his head.

  “It’s not just that,” he says. “I can’t confirm it, but I think he’s planning something else. Something big. Something that doesn’t involve Darin. But how can we save Darin and take on another mission? We don’t have enough men. ”

  “Ask him,” I say. “You’re his second. He trusts you. ”

  “Ah,” Keenan grimaces. “Not exactly. ”

  Has he fallen out of favor? I don’t get a chance to ask. Ahead of us, the caravan lurches out of the way, and the pent-up crowd surges forward. In the crush, my cloak rips free. Keenan’s eyes drop to the scar. It’s so prominent, so red and hideous, I think miserably. How could he not look?

  “Ten bleeding hells. What happened?”

  “The Commandant punished me. A few days ago. ”

  “I didn’t know, Laia. ” All his aloofness dissolves as he stares at the scar.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Would you have cared?” His eyes jerk to mine, surprised. “Anyway, it’s nothing compared to what it could have been. She took Izzi’s eye. And you should see what she did to Cook. Her entire face. . . ” I shudder. “I know it’s ugly. . . horrible—”

  “No. ” He says the word like it’s an order. “Don’t think that. It means you survived her. It means you’re brave. ”

  The crowd moves around me, past me. People elbow and mutter at us.

  But then it all fades, because Keenan has taken my hand and is looking from my eyes to my lips and back up in a way that needs no translation. I notice a freckle, perfect and round, at the corner of his mouth. A slow warmth uncurls low in my body as he pulls me to him.

  Then a leather-clad Mariner shoves past, breaking us apart, and Keenan’s mouth twitches in a brief, rueful smile. He squeezes my hand once. “I’ll see you soon. ”

  He melts into the crowd, and I hurry back toward Blackcliff. If Izzi knows of an entrance, I still have time to see it for myself and head back here to pass along the information. The Resistance can get Darin out, and I’ll be done with all of this. No more scars or whippings. No more terror and fear. And maybe, a quiet part of me whispers, I’ll get more than just a few moments with Keenan.

  I find Izzi in the back courtyard, scrubbing sheets beside the water pump.

  “I only know of the hidden trail, Laia,” Izzi says to my question. “And even that’s not secret. Just so dangerous that most people don’t use it. ”

  I vigorously crank water from the pump, using the squeal of metal to drown out our voices. Izzi’s mistaken. She has to be. “What about the tunnels? Or. . . do you think one of the other slaves will know something?”