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From her position along the wall near the altar, Alanna watched with pride as the Mithran priest and the Priestess of the Goddess, acting as one, blessed the silver crown and then Jonathan, who knelt before them. She was grateful that her duties didn’t call for her participation in this part of the ceremony. After keeping vigil with Jonathan all night, she was sleepy. Somehow repeated yawns did not seem right for such a memorable occasion. Instead, until it was time to present Jonathan formally with the Jewel, all she had to do was stay put and look impassive. On her left, Gary and Raoul did the same.
Raoul winked as she covered a yawn. Unlike the King’s Champion, the Knight Commander had spent the night in bed, disturbed only by his nerves. She had to admit he may have gotten as little sleep as she had: Jon’s safety today was the responsibility of the King’s Own.
She let her eyes drift over the crowd that packed the vast hall. Mourning was officially over; nobles and commoners alike bloomed with color. She could see Myles and his companions—Eleni, Thayet, Buri, and Rispah—all wearing their finest. She picked out other familiar faces: Dukes Baird and Gareth, Sirs Douglass, Geoffrey, and Sacherell. Many wept openly, moved by the beauty of the day and the moment.
A halt in the chanting brought the knight’s eyes back to the altar, just as the crown was lowered onto Jonathan’s head. Immediately it sparked and glowed, the magic of the land reaching down to envelop the new King. People gasped with awe as Jonathan flared with brilliance; they knew the joining of Tortall and King was complete. Smiling, Alanna touched the ember at her throat.
Jonathan was brilliant with the crown’s silver glow, his own magic showing through as threads of sparkling blue. She looked down, and felt sick. The floor of the chamber was awash in blood-colored fire.
“Jonathan!” she yelled as the earth moaned and shook.
Sudden pain, combined with the vibration beneath her, knocked Alanna to her knees. For a moment she could only clutch her belly and scream with agony. It receded, then flared again.
In the Hall, chaos reigned. From the vaulted ceiling mortar dust and chips of stone fell, an ominous hint of the destruction that could occur. People screamed in fear as the ground rolled underfoot like a ship at sea. Alanna was deaf and blind to it all.
The pain was grinding: she felt as if every nerve in her body was being pulled out through her skin. Thom, she realized, struggling to get up. Something’s happening to Thom, and I can feel it. I have to go to him!
“Guard the King!” she yelled to Raoul, lurching to her feet. Faithful was at her side as she hurled herself out of a nearby door, running as quickly as gold mail would allow for her brother’s quarters. Pain ripped into her again; she bit her lip to fight it and stumbled on, determined to reach her twin.
Strong arms caught Alanna from behind, helping her along. She looked up into George’s eyes and fought to smile. He was dressed as one of the King’s Own.
“What is it, darlin’?” he asked. They never hesitated in the long strides that took them up the stairs to the second floor.
“Thom,” she whispered. “He’s being attacked. The earthquake is magic. It’s the color—of Thom’s Gift, all blood-red—”
“Blood? But his is purple, like—”
“Corrupted,” she gasped as they flew down the hall that led to Thom’s rooms. “Turned blood-color.”
“What color would purple and orange make?” George asked as they came to a halt. “Roger’s Gift and the Trebond Gift?”
Alanna felt even sicker.
Inside Thom’s parlor the air was heavy, almost liquid; the light was greenish yellow. Alanna froze, wary.
“What is it, lass?” George whispered. He was tense, feeling the menace as she did.
She fumbled at her waist, taking the pouch off her belt. “The Jewel!” She pressed it into his hands. “You have to take it to Jon. What was I thinking of, to carry it away from him? George, please!”
The pouch was lost in the thief’s large hands. “Alanna, I can’t be leavin’ you—”
“You have to!” she cried. “I can’t use it. Jon can. And I have a feeling he’ll need it!”
George hesitated; a second shock made the ground shiver under their feet. It was over as quickly as it began. Grimly, George stuffed the pouch into the front of his tunic. “I’ll get it to him, never fear.” He kissed Alanna swiftly and hard, then ran for the Hall of Crowns.
Myles saw Alanna go, protecting his head as tiles broke free from the arches overhead, shattering in the main aisle. Jonathan flared with white and blue lights; he was invisible in the fires of his Gift and the Crown. The doors leading out of the Hall were jammed with fleeing men and women, as were the great City Doors. Eleni stood, her face deathly pale. “Not the land,” she whispered. “Not the earth itself!”
A flutter of movement in the rear of the Hall of Crowns caught Buri’s always-watchful eye: a man stripped away his cloak to reveal a noble-man’s purple-and-black livery and a short crossbow. He brought the weapon up fast, aiming for Jonathan. Buri yanked a throwing star from her belt and flung it, killing the bowman. “There’s an attack!” she yelled to Myles. “Warn the King!”
Myles’s seat was on the great aisle. He was halfway to the altar in a second, moving fast for a plump man. At his warning shout, both Gareths and the Provost joined Raoul to form a protective circle around the King. The King’s Own broke into squads, one forming an outer circle around the nobles, the others moving into the crowd to attack the enemy. Both circles parted to let Myles through to Jonathan’s side.
“Myles!” Jon gasped through the magics that obscured him. “What’s going on?”
“Men in Eldorne and Tirragen colors are attacking anyone who can fight back,” Myles said grimly. “And they’re trying to kill you. Where are the earthquakes coming from?”
Jonathan shook his head. “I don’t know. As soon as I get a chance, I’ll try to find out. Where’s Alanna?”
“Gone,” the older man replied. “Something called her away in a hurry. George followed her, and Coram followed George.”
“She has the Jewel,” the King whispered. “And where is Master Si-cham?”
Myles was wondering the same thing.
In Thom’s chambers, Alanna was suddenly weak, as if something tugged at her Gift, drawing it away from her. Steeling herself, she closed her mind to whatever was trying to drain her. Forcing herself to move, she searched for her twin.
He was in the bedroom. Bad as the air in the parlor felt, this was worse: a weight pressed on her lungs. She checked Thom’s vital signs. His pulse was shallow and fast. He was cool, alarmingly so after weeks of being too hot. When she grabbed the emberstone, Alanna saw only a trace of his Gift, streaming away from him much as her own had tried to do. She reached past the barrier she’d set on her magic, determined to use it to save him, no matter what the consequences.
Thom’s eyes flew open. He gripped her hands with the last of his strength. “Don’t! I’m—bound to him. He’ll drain you through me—”
“Roger?” she whispered. Thom nodded. She spotted her cat. “Faithful, go for—”
“No time!” Thom snapped. “Listen!” He didn’t relax his bruising grip. “His Gift—attached to sorcerer resurrecting him.” She put her ear close to his lips to hear. “It got—stronger—as he did.” Thom smiled. “Never as strong as mine.”
She wiped away tears, growling, “Who cares if your Gift’s bigger!”
“He can only—drain—one at a time. You—you’re bound to me. You have some—my Gift—some of his, too. He needs—more, to finish—what he began. Don’t let him get it. Don’t use—Gift. Leeching spells—” He gasped. “He’ll take— all. Leave nothing.” Thom tried to laugh; the result sounded like hoarse barking. “He didn’t—get—all mine. You have part—” Sinking back, he pulled her with him. His voice was barely audible, his hands cold. “Love you. Always have. Always will.”
“No,” she rasped, but he couldn’t hear.
“Never—know ho
w—he did it...”
He was gone.
Near the staircase leading to the ground floor, George found Coram. “I saw her go, and ye after her,” Alanna’s oldest friend gasped, catching his wind. “I figured ye’d need help.”
George showed him the Jewel. “She forgot she had this. I’m to carry it to Jon.”
“What of her?”
“With Thom.”
Coram hesitated. “I’d best reach her. Unless—”
