The Gray Wolf Throne (18 page)

The Demonai warrior, reid nightwalker, had rescued raisa and her escort from Gillen’s renegade guards.

“Last time, they seemed to want to take me alive. This time, they obviously meant to kill me.” So what had changed in the interim?

willo plastered more snakebite root over the wound. it was gloppy and unpleasant, but felt faintly warm. which meant it was probably cold.

“Captain Byrne is dead,” raisa went on. “He died defending me in the pass. i believe the rest of our party was killed at way Camp, or thereabouts. we need to send someone to collect their bodies.”

elena nodded as if this were old news. “nightwalker and a party of warriors retraced your trail back as far as the pass.” She paused. “He’d just returned from the city when you came here.

nightwalker was so worried about you—but he was also furious.

He only left your side because he intended to hunt down and . . .

question
. . . those who attacked you.” elena’s face hardened, eyes glittering. “But he was too late. He found Captain Byrne and several groups of unbadged soldiers dead. Some killed with crossbows, others with a longbow.”

“A longbow?” raisa mumbled into her pillowed arms. “i remember crossbows, but i don’t remember anyone shooting with a longbow.” All dead, she thought. well, maybe that explained the mourning dress. except . . . raisa twisted her head, trying to look up at them. “Have you sent word to my mother? Does she know about Captain Byrne? is she on her way here?” willo’s hands stopped moving for a long moment, and she and elena exchanged glances again.

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“we don’t know, granddaughter,” elena said. “we sent a messenger to Fellsmarch, and we’ve not heard back.”

“you’ve not heard back in
three days
?” raisa’s voice rose. it’s been three days, she thought. why haven’t you come? The memory of the wolf dream crashed in on her again. She didn’t want to speak about it, because saying it aloud would make it real.

“Something’s happened,” raisa said. “Something’s wrong.

She would answer. She couldn’t ignore this. She wouldn’t.”

“nightwalker left for Fellsmarch yesterday, to speak directly to your father,” elena said. Her fingers twisted in her skirts. “The speakers say that . . .” willo shook her head quickly, and elena didn’t finish.

“we’ll just have to wait to hear from the Vale,” willo said.

raisa could feel the power in willo’s hands soothing her, making her sleepy. “it should be soon.”

raisa closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, trying to relax under willo’s hands. But new questions kept bubbling up as she sorted out what she did and didn’t know. “How . . . how did i get here? i was wounded, and they were coming for me, and—i don’t remember.”

“Hunts Alone brought you here,” willo said.

raisa searched her memory. “Hunts Alone? who’s that?”

“well.” willo hesitated. “perhaps you know him by his Vale name—Hanson Alister.”

it hadn’t been a dream, then. Han Alister had come to her in the middle of the Spirit Mountains. Han Alister had saved her life.

How did all of these people get tangled up together?

“Briar rose?” wil o prompted, when raisa didn’t say anything.

“why would Han Alister have a clan name?” raisa blurted.

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“He’s Valeborn and a wizard besides.”

elena cleared her throat. “i did not realize that you two had met.” She didn’t sound happy that they had. “He seemed confused—or maybe delirious. He called you rebecca.”

“i went by that name in oden’s Ford,” raisa said. “we were in school together there. He didn’t know who i really was.” But now he would find out. He probably already knew.

raisa’s stomach clenched miserably. She’d wanted to tell him herself—to explain. She didn’t want him to hear it from somebody else.

elena leaned forward, fingering her Demonai amulet. “was Hunts Alone one of those who attacked you?”

“why would he attack me?” raisa asked irritably.

“no one thinks Hunts Alone attacked the princess heir except you and nightwalker,” willo said, scowling at elena. “Sit up, your Highness.”

willo helped her sit up again. raisa felt as weak as a day-old kitten.

“The jinxflinger had my granddaughter’s talisman ring in his possession,” elena said defensively. “And Hanalea’s Sword, and the ring that belonged to Captain Byrne.” She turned to raisa, as if looking for allies. “And we still don’t know how Hunts Al . . .

how Alister came to find you.”

“However he found her, Hunts Alone saved her life,” willo said, reordering raisa’s hair with her fingers. “He had to remove the talisman ring in order to do it.”

raisa wasn’t following this conversation at all. “But there were eight of them,” she blurted out. “eight men attacking me.

what happened to them? How did he get me away from them?

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Did they leave me for dead or . . .”

“we just don’t know,” elena said, sliding a look at willo.

“That’s just it—everyone is dead, and there are too many unanswered questions.”

“well, what does Han—what does Alister say about it?” raisa asked impatiently. it was like the two matriarchs were being confusing on purpose.

willo shook her head. “He has been too ill. we’ve been unable to question him.”

“He’s
ill
?” raisa leaned forward. “was he injured? what happened?
Where is he?
” every answer seemed to spawn more questions.

“Hunts Alone knew you had been poisoned,” willo said.

“He used high magic to save your life. wizard healers treat patients by taking on the injuries of their patients. it’s a risky business, and Hunts Alone is relatively untutored.” She looked at elena, and her gaze hardened. “He should not have been put into this position. He should not be here at all. He’s had only a few months of training.”

A tension crackled between the two women that raisa had never seen before.

“no,” raisa whispered, shaking her head. “He should never have risked it if he didn’t know what he was doing.” But neither woman seemed to hear. They were focused on each other.

“it was his duty to save her life, if indeed he did,” elena said, returning willo’s glare.

raisa looked from one to the other. “what do you mean, it was his duty?”

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They both looked at her, mouths clamped shut, as if wishing they could call the words back.

There was something in willo’s face—some secret she did not want to reveal. She cut her eyes to elena as if to say,
This is your
fault.
you
tel her.

“Hunts Alone is sworn to serve the clans and the Gray wolf line,” elena said.

“what?” raisa headache was growing worse with every revelation. Her sleepiness had fled, despite willo’s efforts. “what are you talking about? Han hates the Gray wolf line.” elena raised her eyebrows and looked at willo, as if to say,
Ha!

willo rolled her eyes and bent her head over her bandages.

none of this made any sense. Han Alister blamed the queen, her mother, for the deaths of his mother and sister. why would he sign on in their service?

As willo wound a bandage around raisa’s middle, raisa caught hold of her wrist. “Somebody had better tell me what’s going on,” she said, glaring at the two matriarchs.

willo turned her head and looked pointedly at elena. it was still her turn, apparently.

“Marisa pines and Demonai Camp agreed to fund Alister’s schooling at oden’s Ford in exchange for his future service,” elena said, shrugging.

“The clans are training a
wizard
?” raisa wondered if it were possible she was still dreaming. “But that . . . but that . . .”

“it’s complicated, granddaughter,” elena said, patting her knee. “perhaps we can discuss this further when you—”

“Then why isn’t he at school, if you’re sponsoring him?” raisa asked. “why did he come back here?”

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“This is, it seems, the
future
,” willo said, biting off each word.

“The Demonai called him home. He was not allowed to finish his coursework, nor serve an apprenticeship.” She wrapped a wide piece of linen over raisa’s shoulder and around her waist, tying it off neatly.

elena stood then, and strode back and forth, talking with her hands as usual, directing her arguments at willo.

“willo watersong, the attack on the princess heir more than justifies our decision to bring Alister back. if what you say is true, and he did save her life, this single act has repaid our investment twice over. it was worth it.”

“Do you think it was worth it to him?” willo whispered.

“where is he?” raisa demanded, struggling to rise from her pallet. “where is Han? i want to see him.”

“Granddaughter . . .” elena said, furrowing her brow. “you should rest now. i’m afraid this has been—”

“no!” raisa said, louder than she’d intended. “if i’ve been sleeping three days, then four days have passed since somebody tried to kill me. i want straight answers to my questions, and i want to see the person that you say saved my life. i want to see what price he’s paid for it.”

“if you insist,” elena said, her face tight with disapproval.

wil o helped raisa to her feet, keeping one hand clamped around her elbow. “He’s in the next room,” wil o said. The Matriarch Lodge had several sleeping chambers wal ed off with curtains, where patients could stay under the watchful eye of the healer.

willo pulled aside the deerskin drape and they ducked through.

elena remained in the common room, as if Han’s ailment might be catching.

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A ceramic stove glowed in the center of the room, kept stoked by two apprentices, a boy and girl a little older than raisa. A stub of sweetwood smoldered in a burner, and one of the apprentices waved the smoke toward their patient with a large fan.

Han Alister lay on a pallet close to the fire, smothered in blankets, his face pale and glistening with sweat in the firelight. His hair was damp, plastered down on his head, and he twitched and trembled under the blankets, mumbling and muttering to himself.

“Sweet Lady!” raisa said, looking down at him. The skin seemed tightly stretched across his bones. Usually he blazed with life. now it looked as though the vital essence had been wrung from him. Tears stung her eyes. She sank to her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from his forehead.

Don’t you die. Don’t you dare. I forbid it.

As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

raisa swallowed hard and looked up at willo, who was looking down at her, eyes narrowed, lips pursed thoughtfully. “isn’t it too hot in here? He’s sweating.”

“we are drawing the poison out of him,” willo said, “with heat and smoke and purgatives. Because there is no entry point, we can’t remove it with snakebite root, the way we have with you. we’ve taken him to the healer’s spring also, but the heat is nearly intolerable to him, and he fights us. Last time, he nearly drowned Bright Hand.” willo nodded toward one of the apprentices, a boy about raisa’s age. “i imagine the poison has affected him the same as you—it has confounded his senses.” raisa imagined being dipped in a hot spring just now, and shuddered.

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“He’s been having seizures,” willo went on, “but that seems to be easing off some.” She turned to her apprentice. “Bright Hand, has Hunts Alone eaten? Has he drunk anything?” The apprentice shook his head. “we’ve tried. He refuses. He’s been confused.”

even if he lives, what if he never recovers his wits? raisa thought.

“Shouldn’t you—shouldn’t you try a wizard healer?” she asked. “There might be something that could be done for him with high magic.”

willo nodded, seeming unoffended. “i agree. we don’t know much about high magic and charmcasters. They usually refuse to allow us to treat them. But who could we trust from Fellsmarch?

we could fetch someone from the academy at oden’s Ford, but i believe Hunts Alone will either recover or die before someone could make it there and back.”

raisa took Han’s hand. power buzzed weakly through his fingers, a faint shadow of his usual leakage. which made her think.

She lifted the blanket that was drawn up to his chin, and peeked underneath. Then looked up at willo.

“where is his amulet?” raisa asked.

“He carried two,” willo said. “i hid them away before the Demonai could take them from him.” She reached underneath his pallet and pulled out a deerskin pouch. “i didn’t want anything to happen to them.”

raisa weighed the pouch in her hand, then untied the strings and dumped the contents onto the coverlet next to Han. There were, indeed, two amulets—one the serpent amulet she remembered, the other unfamiliar—a bow hunter carved out of gemstone.

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“Mother elena made the Lone Hunter amulet for him,” willo said. “This other one—i’ve never seen it before.”

“He wore the serpent amulet at oden’s Ford,” raisa said, remembering how it had reacted to her the last time she’d touched it. “Maybe one of the masters there gave it to him.” She bit her lip, looking down at it. “i don’t really know anything about it,” she admitted. “But i think it might help him, to have it on. it might keep his magic from leaking away.”

willo glanced toward the common room, then looked back at raisa, put her finger to her lips, and nodded.

raisa lifted the serpent amulet by its chain, careful not to touch it directly. She and willo stripped back Han’s blanket, and raisa carefully unbuttoned the heavy wool shirt he wore underneath.