uneven auburn shag. âDanuâyou sound like youâre five, not eighteen.â
I gasped, outrage filling me, and threw the teacup at her head with an incoherent scream. She plucked it neatly out of the air and I found myself gaping at her. Sheâd always been fast, but I hadnât seen her hand move. Giving me that look , she poured more tea into the cup and set it on my tray.
âThis is the second time Iâm cutting you slack, Ami. This is a horrible thing for you to go through, and I know itâs our fault for always spoiling and petting you. Still, youâre going to have to find it in yourself to come through this. I can only do so much.â
She turned and closed the door behind her with a soft and significant click.
Furious, I hurled the teacup at the door, enjoying the satisfying smash of the delicate ceramic. For good measure I followed it with the plate of stupid toast. Then I flung myself on my pillows, willing myself to cry.
But the tears refused me.
I was as dry as stone.
3
T hree days laterâat least I managed to delay an extra dayâwe left for Ordnung.
Ursula always gets her way. I might as well have tried to stop a stampeding bull. None of my protests swayed her. She insisted she had reasons for me to make the journey. But by the way her sharp eyes rested on me, I knew she mainly wanted to keep me off the cliffs.
And in the dark of night, when the wind howled, I could admit to myself that she might be right to worry. The irrational thoughts plagued me. Hugh couldnât be alone among those stones, with the weather so cruel. Itâs only his body, I told myself, staring up at the flickering shadows that turned the cheerful rosettes into deathâs heads. He doesnât feel it. Heâs gone.
Still, I saw the desolation in his summer-blue eyes, wondering why I didnât come for him.
I tried praying to Glorianna, but She was as silent as Sheâd always been.
Like crumbling mortar, my rational mind gave way, bit by bit, until by dawn, I felt wrung out and exhausted with the effort not to go to him. Then the sickness rose and I never wanted more to die. It made getting through the nights that much harder. Thatâs why I delayed only one extra day, to prove I could.
Ursula was right to make me leave. Not that Iâd ever tell her that.
The morning we left, I paid a farewell visit to Hughâs tomb. High Priest Kir accompanied me, to bestow a last blessing, as he and Old Erich planned to accompany us to Ordnung. His strange assistant followed behind. Thankfully he wore that deep cowl as before, keeping his head bowed to spare us the sight of that disfigured face.
Ironically, the sun had chosen that day to shine in the cold winter sky, and the wind, though never gone, blew with teasing pulls of my hairâalmost gentle, hinting that spring might indeed arrive someday. We went early, the rising sun at our backs, then lost behind the bulk of Windroven.
The tombs felt none of the warmth. Already Hughâs matched the othersâthe stones in the arch of his crypt as worn, equally limned with frost. For a panicked moment I wasnât even sure which was his. The morning sickâas if it felt my fearâswirled up, and I fumbled for one of the mint candies that seemed to help. I might not have Ursulaâs dignity or responsibility, but Iâd be mortified to barf on the High Priestâs pink slippers.
Kirâs assistant, however, went unerringly to one farther down than Iâd thought. Clutching the wreath of Glorianna roses theyâd given me, I trailed behind, ready to tell him that he was wrong. But then I saw the mortar marks, the bits and crumbs leading to the sealed door.
My legs wouldnât hold me, so I knelt, pretending to a reverence that eluded me while Kir chanted Gloriannaâs blessing for the dead. Instead, I counted the archways, so I could find Hughâs again when we returned. Itâs not