Page 61 of Silverbow
“It’s mine.”
“It’s important to you,” he mused. “Answer our questions, and I’ll give it back.”
She looked at him with stone cold hatred. “And if I don’t?”
Oryn shrugged. “You’re coming with us one way or another. How you make the trip is up to you.”
“Why?”
Bade huffed, a sound that grated on Oryn’s waning patience. “Answer the questions, and perhaps I’ll tell you.”
“Who recognized us?” Colm asked again.
Oryn was half surprised she answered. “My father. Or the Master of Arms. I don’t know. Both, I think.”
“The old man with the vow mark?” Oryn asked. She nodded. “Where did he get that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where in your line did the godsung gift come from?”
“I don’t know.”
“What does Peytar Ralenet want with you?”
“I don’t know.”
Colm darted a look toward Oryn. He’d seen it too – that slight narrowing of her eye. It wasn’t a lie, exactly, but there was something she wasn’t telling them.
“Do you expect me to believe you are the most ignorant woman in Estryia?” He asked coolly.
Rage contorted her features. “I left before the High Lord came calling. I don’t know what he wants.”
“What do you mean you left?”
She ground her teeth and seemed to weigh her answer before speaking. “I…left.”
“Why?”
Her fingers flexed. She tracked his gaze and buried her hands in her lap. “Because my Testing went poorly.”
Surprise flickered around the room. None of them had been able to sense a godsong, and neither had the Testers, it seemed, or it would have been them who issued her bounty.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean I’m going with you either way?” She demanded.
Oryn scrubbed a hand down his face. “We’re taking you to sanctuary.”
“Why?” She asked.
“Because you’re a Silverbow. Now, we were speaking about your Testing, Miss Ryerson.”
“Can you wield?” She demanded.
Gods above.
“YourTesting, Miss Ryerson.”
