A wave of emotion washed over her face, but Miri soldiered on. “‘Henry will take you now, my little bean. He’ll get you to safety.’ She held me tighter, though. She wouldn’t let me escape. I wanted to scream that she was hurting me. I wanted to scream like Lettie. To roar and kick and fight. But all I could do was let her hold me there. She jerked me closer, forcing me to look into her eyes. They were so black. So huge and dark, and her nose spilled blood like tar.”
“‘You will come back, Myrina of Stormskeep. You will earn your name. I command your vow that you will end the traitor for good. Only a true Lion will hold the throne.’” A tear tracked down Miri’s cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away. She didn’t even seem aware it was there. “‘Swear to me, Myrina. Swear you will do this, by our own blood.’”
Miri’s voice cracked, and Cass wasn’t certain whether it was her emotion or an echo of the command of a dying queen.
Cass knew what happened next. The plans had already been in place. He’d gotten the information he needed and understood how the sorcerers’ work was done. But Miri went on. “She coughed, dark blood spattering on the bright red of the other. She was drowning. Choking on her own blood as it boiled within her. ‘Vow,’ she ordered. And I did. I nodded, just to get away. Just to make her let go.” Miri shook her head in disgust, at herself, it seemed, and the helpless child she’d been. “She died. Right there in front of me. And all I’d wanted to do was run. When I realized she was gone, when her eyes went blank and her muscles no longer taut, I screamed. After all the things I could have said and didn’t, my voice came back. Henry grabbed me. He jerked my mother’s dead hands from my wrists, shoved a cloth in my mouth, wrapped his arms about my ribs, and tore me away from her. He ran, and my body flailed, fighting and kicking as he went.”
“The girl had already burnt.” Miri’s tone had changed, somehow steady and still. It had gone someplace that felt darker. “They must have brought her up from another level. Henry stood me on my feet and stripped me down to my shift, right there in the corridor. I watched as they put my gown on the body. I’m not sure I understood what I was seeing, if I was seeing anything at all. I certainly hadn’t understood that they were going to burn my mother. But of course, they had to because of her blood. My hands were tight in fists, my arms rigid. My mouth tasted of blood. Henry didn’t bother dressing me, only wrapped a drape around me and tossed me over his shoulder. He ran through the secret passageways—through tunnels that should have been safe.”
They had not been safe. That much, Cass knew. Henry had been killed in their escape. The sorcerers had known secrets that had belonged only to bloodsworn.
Miri seemed to become aware of Cass and recall she was speaking of a man he knew and had been like a father. “He didn’t make it out,” Miri said. “Two other guards took hold of me, tossed me into a crate, and carted me to the river.”
There, she stopped and looked as if she might truly retch. Cass had learned the story of her arrival and how many close calls she’d shaved through in the hands of his brothers. She’d arrived at the mouth of the river with two dead men steering the boat. Their corpses lay sprawled over the floor of the small vessel, no more than a rowboat, one draped bleeding over her crate. She’d been trapped by the weight of him, unable to remove the lid. The vessel slammed into a piling, pressed on the current, and had overturned into the sea. Miri’s crate began to sink to the bottom, and Thom’s men had barely saved her in time. She’d been dragged from the smashed coffin choking on water and blood, blistered from sorcerer’s fire and battered and bruised.
They had rushed her to Nan. No one had thought she would live.
She had escaped Stormskeep to the screams of everyone she loved. It had probably felt like no escape at all. She’d refused to speak for a very long time, but the girl that was Miri did not die. Cass understood that it had not been lack of want. It had been the vow.
He also understood that the Lion Queen had known who her betrayer was. As the blood had boiled from within her, she would have known. She had not asked Miri for the vow for no reason. She had understood that the sorcerers had not done it on their own. Someone else had let them in. Someone had given the sorcerers the Lion Queen’s blood.
Chapter 18
Cass should have never told Miri how he felt. It was a weakness, one that would have had him thrown out of the guard. He was bloodsworn to the queen—a queen who was dead at the sorcerers’ hands.
He pressed his heels into his horse’s flanks as they rode through the forest, kicking the beast faster between a break in the trees. They’d barely escaped Kirkwall with their lives, and until he had Miri safely inside the boundaries of Ironwood, he would not count her out of harm’s way.
Miri’s confession regarding her mother made his duty infinitely more complicated, and he wished he’d had time to leave a message for Terric. Someone on the inside, close enough to have taken her blood, had betrayed their queen. He couldn’t imagine how the queensguard would manage the sorcerers if they held a queen’s blood—not that they’d been able to conquer them yet—or how to discover who had betrayed the queen. Blood magic was not a subject Cass had studied. No one aside from the sorcerers had been allowed knowledge of the dark arts, by order of the oldest laws.
He could only hope they didn’t have Miri’s blood and that it was merely the presence of the queen’s inside of her—the connection of mother and daughter—or the nearness of Miri’s exposure to that dark magic while soaked in her mother’s blood that had caused her reaction to the sorcerer’s presence in Pirn. She had nearly frozen, her eyes had gone misty and far away, and only distance from the sorcerer had made her recover.
If Miri could not function in proximity to a sorcerer, she would not have a single chance of setting foot near their home at Stormskeep. There, sorcerers were everywhere. Like the hungry wolves of Blackstone’s forests.
For Miri’s part, she’d been quiet, barely a word spoken since the flood of memories she’d shared at the inn. Cass understood why she’d held it so near. He understood, too, that what drove her was not bloodlust or the need for revenge. It was the vow—a promise made.
Miri was no fool. She knew the lives she risked outside of even her own. The sorcerers were beholden to the kings because magic required blood—life. Had the sacrifices been made on the streets, they would have been called murders, but under the protection of the crown, the killings were deemed necessity in their duty to the throne and to law.
Their relationship to the queen was governed by much older laws, bindings that protected the realm. The Lion Queen had been more than sparing in her use of the sorcerers, and because of it, they had turned on her. They had yearned to be set free, and with the lords who desired the throne, they found their way. That left the queensguard figuring out which of those kings held the blood of the Lion Queen, which had control of the sorcerers in a way the others did not.
Blood was power, and by the way Miri reacted to the sorcerers, they clearly held at least some power over her. He had to find out who was the betrayer. He had to be sure. The Lion Queen’s blood had to be recovered and destroyed.