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NIELSEN
• BOOK ONE •
S C H O L A S T I C P R E S S • N E W YO R K
Also by
JENNIFER A. NIELSEN
THE ASCENDANCE TRILOGY
The False Prince
The Runaway King
The Shadow Throne
A Night Divided
The Scourge
Deadzone, Book Two in the Horizon series
Behind Enemy Lines, Book Six in the Infinity Ring series
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made no effort to hide his bitterness. “I was eleven. Let that sink in,
Princess.”
I was no princess, and he knew it. If he meant to demean me with
such a word, it was unnecessary. I was already humiliated enough.
Once my boots were laced, Simon offered me a hand up but I
refused it, testing to see what would happen if I ignored their orders.
“You’ll walk to the carriage, or I’ll drag you there,” he said. “I
don’t care which it is.”
I looked again for Celia and Darrow, but both had been removed
from my sight. To Tenger, I said, “Guarantee my servants’ lives.”
He casually waved off that demand. “We’ll treat your driver’s
wound, or dump him by the side of the road, as we please. If you
resist, your maid will be next to suffer. Do not try to trick us.”
I wouldn’t try to trick them, I had to succeed at it. But not
enough to endanger Celia’s and Darrow’s lives. I got to my feet, then
we walked past the area where Darrow had fallen. The cloying scent
of his blood overpowered me and I retched.
I should’ve run before. If I had, maybe they’d have left Darrow
and Celia alone and only gone after me.
Or maybe they’d have killed them both first. My servants were
alive and needed to remain that way. I had to remember that.
Tenger entered my carriage first, then offered a hand to help me
inside. I brushed it aside and climbed in on my own. Simon began to
close the door behind us, but Tenger said, “No, I want you in here.”
Simon groaned softly, then climbed in after me. I took a seat
opposite Tenger, who was in the center of his bench, the same spots
Celia and I had occupied only minutes ago. Simon sat beside me,
gripping my arm again.
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what I suspected was true, then the real reason was worse. Marriage.
A marriage of alliance, undoubtedly to some scaly old man, all to
improve my father’s standing in the kingdom. What could be more
repulsive than that?
My words brought on a bitter chuckle from Simon, who said, “I
told you she wouldn’t cooperate.”
“She will.” Tenger leaned forward. “She’s going to do everything
we want.”
“And what is it you want?” I asked. “Because one day you’ll be
discovered, and then Lord Endrick will crush you just as he has
thousands of others in this land. Once we destroy all of you Coracks,
we’ll finally have peace again.”
“Crushing a people into submission is not peace, my lady.”
Tenger’s nostrils flared. “Lord Endrick’s days upon the Scarlet
Throne are numbered.”
I snorted. Like everyone in Antora, I feared Lord Endrick, but
I’d be a fool not to respect his power. Lord Endrick could not be
defeated. He could not be killed or even wounded, certainly not by
the Coracks. At best, they were like fleas to him, a persistent irrita-
tion, but a pestilence he would eventually crush between his fingers.
Sooner than later, I hoped.
Unless the Coracks wanted a prize that was bigger than me. If
they asked for that, I couldn’t agree. Darrow had begged me not to.
But if I didn’t cooperate, he and Celia would die.
The best I could do was convince them not to ask. “Endrick is
no ordinary man. Bring an army of a hundred thousand against him
if you want. It will do you no good.”
“Not yet, my lady. That’s where you come in.”
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SIMON
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“Let go of me.” She could barely breathe, but his fingers only
pressed tighter.
I looked away, wishing that I could be nearly anywhere else.
Why didn’t Kestra just cooperate? She could make this stop at any
time. But she only cursed at us and then cried out as Tenger pinched
deeper again.
“Two minutes of this, and you will lose the leg,” Tenger said.
“Would the Dallisors tolerate a cripple amongst them? I rather doubt it.”
“Please let go!”
She would beg, and cry, and curse out her anger, but she would
not give in. I knew this. I’d once watched her stand barefoot in the
snow for an hour after refusing to tell her father the name of the ser-
vant who’d tracked mud through the great hall. Her mother had
finally rescued her.
But she’d never told him my name. That time.
I laid my hand over Tenger’s. “You’re hurting her.”
Tenger’s eyes flashed, but I wouldn’t remove my hand until he
did. Tenger was the captain and I was sworn to obey his orders, but
Tenger was only angry because she wasn’t cowering the way he’d
expected, and that wounded his pride. We’d get her cooperation, but
not like this.
I hoped.
Finally, Tenger let go and she began to breathe normally again.
“The Olden Blade,” Tenger said.
“It doesn’t exist.” She was still out of breath, still reeling from
pain. “What you ask is impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible.” Tenger brushed his gloved fingers
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cover her ears, like I would have expected. Her muscles had become
taut though, and her breathing more irregular than before.
With another scream, Kestra cried, “What are they doing to her?”
“Bring me that dagger,” Tenger said.
The handmaiden screamed again, sharp enough to awaken the
dead. I wondered if the other servant was dead, the driver.
“Are you monsters?” Kestra yelled. “What you’re doing here
proves everything we believe about the Coracks is true.”
“It is all true. Trust me on that.” Tenger leaned forward. “We’ll
do whatever it takes until you cooperate.”
Could I say the same thing? I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d
crossed a line of our own tonight, becoming the very thing we were
fighting against. Kestra’s hands were clenched in white-knuckled
fists and were visibly shaking. Was this any different than the fear
created by Dominion soldiers when they rounded up innocent civil-
ians for half-crimes and demonstrations of Endrick’s power?
But Kestra was not an innocent. I had to remember that. She
was a tool in a plan. Nothing more.
Kestra’s tone went lower, commanding. “Stop this, now.”
Tenger stuck out his hand again and the screaming stopped,
though the girl’s sobs continued, almost as loud. Then his hand
returned to Kestra’s knee. “You have four days to find the Olden Blade.”
“There is no Blade—”
He ignored her. “To get it, I don’t care who you lie to, cheat, or
harm—in fact, it’d do some good if you caused a little trouble in
Highwyn.” He smiled at that. She did not. “After the Blade is in my
hands, you will be free.”
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Coracks. No one else knew what she’d told him, but I’d never cared
to find out. My role in this mission was nearly completed.
Thank the heavens for that. I’d joined the Coracks to fight the
Dominion, not to threaten and terrify their daughters. Even this
daughter.
Trina entered the carriage, having changed from riding breeches
into the skirts of a lady, probably one of Kestra’s skirts from the trunk
at the rear of her carriage. One glance at Kestra and I knew my guess
was right. Her cheeks were aflame with anger at seeing her fine skirt
on a Corack.
Trina’s hair was black and worn loose down her shoulders,
unlike Kestra, whose brown hair had been woven into complicated
plaits around her head, except for the lock Tenger had cut off as his
usual token of victory. Both girls were about the same size, though
Kestra’s dresses had been fitted perfectly to her curves, and hung a
little loose on Trina’s straighter frame.
What I noticed most was the difference in their eyes. Trina’s
were like disks, narrow and sharp, and eager to do damage. There
was an intelligence behind Kestra’s green eyes, and determination.
This wouldn’t be nearly as simple as Tenger had thought.
Trina returned Kestra’s glare and sat beside Tenger, directly
across from me. She gave me a wink but I pretended not to see it.
Trina was nearly impossible to figure out. Her emotions could shift
within a single breath, and I’d seen her lash out in violence over the
smallest of issues. It was easier to avoid her. Most Coracks did.
After a careful appraisal of Kestra, Trina said, “Let’s be clear
about one thing. I’m not your servant and I have no loyalty to you.
Unless we’re in public, I will not do anything for you, not for any
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reason. My orders are to find the Olden Blade, or to kill you if you try
to betray us.”
Kestra rolled her eyes, making sure Trina saw it. “That was five
things, not one. If you can’t count any better than that, it doesn’t
seem I have much to worry about.”
Trina’s face reddened, but Tenger put out an arm to keep her in
her seat. Then his attention shifted to me. “You will go as her guard.
Act as her protector through this.”
“What? No!”
I’d rather have been ordered to jump from a cliff. Coracks were
forbidden from contradicting Tenger’s orders in front of the enemy,
but hadn’t he also taught that our missions must be carried out with
pure emotional detachment? I wouldn’t dare attach the Coracks’ fate
to a girl I so passionately loathed.
Before Tenger could speak, in a humbler tone I added, “Pell was
assigned to Woodcourt, not me.”
Tenger spoke between clenched teeth. “Pell would have gone, if
Kestra had not left a stab wound in his shoulder. You’re the only
other Corack who knows the layout of her home. It must be you.”
No, it must be anyone else. I shook my head. “I’m too young to
be a guard. And what if I’m recognized?”
Tenger shrugged that off. “Kestra will make sure you’re not.”
“Sir, you don’t understand.” I licked my lips, trying not to say
anything more than was necessary, especially since she could hear
every word. “I don’t want to guard her.”
“That’s irrelevant.” Tenger’s tone sharpened. “You will carry out
my orders.”
In frustration, I dug a fist into my thigh, the most I dared do in
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