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Then I tie the sash to the hook on the wall and return to the bed. I reach my hand behind the pillow, against the wall, until I find the tightly wound scrap of fabric I\u2019d placed there earlier. Before removing it, I listen once more. No footsteps or voices. I pull the relic out from behind the bed and unwrap it, but stay right where I am in case I need to hide it away with little notice.<\/p>\n

No one can know I have this precious magic. Not yet. \u201cTadhana?\u201d I whisper. Hopefully the spirit is able to shed some light on this place and tell me where Rollo is and why he\u2019s sent me here. I\u2019m here. \u201cWhat do you think of the Lashing? Is it too good to be true?\u201d I ask. \u201cWho are you talking to?\u201d I nearly jump out of my skin. I shove the relic into my pocket and turn to see Darius standing in the doorway, carrying a wooden tray of food.<\/p>\n

How had he approached so silently? He doesn\u2019t wait for an answer to his own question. \u201cSince you probably haven\u2019t eaten, I brought you something.\u201d He places the tray on a round table in the corner. There are goblets of water for both of us, along with bread, and soup, and a mug of steaming tea. \u201cThat looks wonderful. Thank you.\u201d I\u2019m so used to staving off hunger, I didn\u2019t realize how famished I was until faced with the sight of a fresh hot meal.<\/p>\n

Are you going to tell me what you woke me up for? \u201cShhh!\u201d I say as Darius sets the tray down on the table. \u201cDid you say something?\u201d he asks, turning back to me. \u201cI think it was from next door,\u201d I answer quickly. I clang the spoon around noisily and shove the relic deeper into my pocket with the other hand. \u201cAre you joining me?\u201d I gesture to the open seat across from me.<\/p>\n

I make note of the fact that even though I\u2019m technically a guest in his space, he waits until he\u2019s invited to sit down. Once he does, I clear my throat and take a sip of the tea. It\u2019s strong, but not bitter, and sweet, but not overly so. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind if I ask you a few questions,\u201d he says, after I\u2019ve had a chance to eat a few morsels of bread.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not, I\u2019m at your service,\u201d I say with a bright smile. My time with Rollo at the palace taught me manners, I suppose. \u201cYour\u2014companion? Eban? He isn\u2019t as forthcoming,\u201d he says. I titter a bit.<\/p>\n

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\u2014FRANZ FANON History is written by the victors. \u2014ATTRIBUTED TO WINSTON CHURCHILL OceanofPDF.com PART ONE THE SLEEVE OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE GIN They\u2019re coming. I make myself as small as possible and back deeper into shadow, beneath a flowering tree, while I catch my breath. I hear the muted flap of a bird\u2019s wings overhead and the slight rustle of leaves as it lands. I can almost make out the music playing inside the palace, a romantic melody. There\u2019s a tinkle of glass, faint voices.<\/p>\n

Hazy nighttime clouds blot out the moon\u2019s faint light, enveloping the courtyard in darkness. A gust of wind blows through. I look up to the menacing sky as leaves flutter to the ground around me. It\u2019s going to storm soon. An owl hoots in the distance. I tug on one of the vines wrapping the mossy surface of the towering stone wall beside me.<\/p>\n

It snaps easily\u2014too weak to support my weight, especially thirty or forty feet or more. The top of the wall is barely visible against the inky black sky. Where can I run? How do I get out of here? They\u2019re going to find me any moment now. I silently curse that I\u2019ve allowed myself to get so complacent and soft.<\/p>\n

Months ago, back when I was working with Aris, a predicament like this would\u2019ve been nothing. I would\u2019ve found a way to scale that wall with hardly a second thought. The clanking grows louder. I crouch lower. Barely dare to breathe. Three figures emerge from the passageway beneath the palace.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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