Page 10 of An Archer's Reckoning

The color drained from Wilfred’s face. “You’resurePrince Justin is dead?”

“Sure? No. But it’s highly likely. Five of us made it out. I saw the Prince’s guards as they fell. At the very least, he’s their captive, but I doubt they let him live. He was wearing one of their robes and masks, so they wouldn’t have known he was anyone important.”

“Anything else?”

I sucked in a breath, desperate for the images of Sil’s arrow-riddled body to fade to memory. My heart ached for all I’d lost, but Guardsmen were always the last to be allowed to mourn.

Wilfred reached out a hand, and I took it. “Thank you, Lieutenant. This can’t be easy for you, but I appreciate your help. Go get some rest. If you’re willing, I’d like to compare notes later this morning.”

“Yes, sir. Of course.”

I made the quick walk to the rooms the King had given Atikus and me, only a half dozen doors down the hall. The Mage sat staring out of the window when I entered.

“It was a complete disaster.” I flopped onto my bed and stared into the ceiling. My eyes fixed on nothing. “Why did the King make us take Justin? I lostfourmen tonight, including the Prince. After Sil, I hoped . . .”

Atikus rose and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. Despite everything we’d faced, the old Mage couldn’t stop himself from playing the father figure. “Son, there is nothing you could have done. For whatever reason, the King chose to send his boy. You did what you could to protect him, but it sounds like the Children were waiting for you.”

I nodded, reliving the scene in my mind’s eye. “I was down on the stage, watching a woman in red. I don’t understand why Justin’s guards didn’t pull him down, keep him hidden. He cried out when he saw Jess walking down the center aisle, and there was nothing I could do.”

“You said the Children had men positioned on the balcony, waiting?”

“Yeah.” Another nod. “I couldn’t see how many were up there, but the men guarding the Prince took multiple bolts. They never had a chance. Justin made it out of the room, but I think they trapped him in the hallway.”

Atikus gave me a moment before asking his next question. “Tell me what you saw from the boat again. I’m still trying to understand the magic at play here.”

I replayed our trip across the river, detailing the scarlet glow that spread from the temple across the sky. I walked through everything Jess had told me. We sat, lost in thought for a long moment.

“Do you know anything about Danym?”

Atikus’s brows knitted together. “The High Sheriff’s son. Not really. Why?”

“High Sheriff Wilfred?” I was shocked. “The man who met us at the edge of town and gave Jess the monarch’s seal, proclaimed her Queen. Danym ishisson?”

“I believe so.” Atikus shifted on the bed. “The Sheriff is a good man, loyal to the Crown. That makes his son’s deception even more troubling. Danym got close to the Princess and might havegained the King’s blessing to marry her if she had gotten her way. He would have become King-consort when Jess inherited the throne.”

“It doesn’t sound like that was his goal, though. He was just a decoy to get her into the Children’s hands so she could be part of their ritual. What do we know about the ceremony? What were they trying to accomplish?”

“I’m not sure. We know that four Gifted were kidnapped throughout the Kingdom, including Jess. Justin would make five, but Jess got away. Add the three from Melucia. Seven were sacrificed, assuming they all met the same fate,” Atikus said.

My brain was spinning. “Let’s go with that for now. Assume they were all sacrificed. What else? What’s the goal?”

“Right. The goal . . . I have no idea,” Atikus said. “No one on this side of the lake seemed to know what that red glow was. They were as stunned as I was, and I’ve talked to a lot of people here, soldiers, guards, regular townsfolk. Spirits, until last night, they believedMeluciahad stolen their people.”

“Someonehasto know. The Children’s temple is just across the lake. Somebody here had to see masked figures passing through town. They’re not exactly subtle. The townsfolk might not have known it was important, or part of a kidnapping, but somebody sawsomething.” I sat up and stretched my neck. “I feel like we’re close, but my brain hurts, and I need sleep. I’ve been up for more than a day and night.”

Atikus patted my leg, rose, and stepped toward the door as I peeled off my boots. “It will be daybreak in an hour or so. I am going to see if they have anything to eat downstairs while you rest.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at the man’s omnipresent appetite. The world could be ending and Atikus would still want a hot, buttered dinner roll.

A few hours later, I woke to the sun streaming through the window. I hadn’t slept enough, but my mind was racing, and I knew staying in bed was pointless. Besides, there was work to be done.

I rubbed my eyes, stretched, and began dressing in my cleanest clothes. I couldn’t remember the last time anything had been properly washed. I strapped on my belt and looked down at my empty scabbard. The Royal Guard seemed to accept my good intentions—as long as they were able to take my weapons. My six-foot-eight frame of toned muscle was weapon enough. They didn’t want me having access to a sharpened blade, too. I understood where they were coming from, but it still made me feel near naked to have no sword with me.

As I entered the common room, intent on breaking my fast, I was surprised to find Atikus, the High Sheriff, and Royal Guard Captain Marv Proctor huddled around a small table in the corner. A couple of other tables were occupied by folk from the town, but the rest of the room stood quiet and empty. Atikus looked up and waved me over.

“They’re still making breakfast, and you’ve got to have one of the biscuits. They’re incredible.”

I chuckled as the mountainous Royal Guard rolled his eyes and grunted. Clearly, Atikus had said a word or two about the food while they chatted.

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