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“Nyim!” Philon thunders. “We are not at war with the Hajin or the Order. Yet. As for you, Priestess, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. For now. But you must prove good faith to me.”
“How?”
Philon’s gaze is inscrutable. “I require an act of good faith. You said you could gift others with the magic. Very well. I accept. Gift me so that I might hold magic of my own.”
I did say that, but now I am not so sure that I should have. “What will you do with it?” I ask.
Philon regards me coolly. “I do not ask what you do with yours.”
When I make no move, Creostus crosses his arms and smirks. “She hesitates. What further proof do you need?”
“The magic does not last for long,” I say, stalling. “What help will it be to you?”
“Because you put some enchantment upon it!” Creostus spits.
“No! I have no control over it.”
“We shall see.” Philon’s eyes are glassy. “Will you gift us? Or is it war?”
The forest folk wait for my answer. I’m not at all sure this is the best course, but what choice do I have? If I don’t give them any, it’s war. If I do, there’s no telling how they might use the power.
But no one says I have to give them much.
I join hands briefly with Philon, and when I break away, the creature regards me with those cool eyes. “And is that all, Priestess?”
“I told you I have no control over it,” I say.
Philon shakes my hand but whispers in my ear. “That is your first lie. Do not let there be a second.”
As I leave, Neela shouts after me. “You witches cannot be trusted! Soon, we will no longer live in your shadow!”
Gorgon steers a course back to the garden. I perch beside her neck, listening to the gentle rhythm of the water sluicing against the ship’s enormous sides. Gorgon has said nothing since we left the forest.
“Gorgon, what was Creostus speaking about earlier?”
“It is nothing. Creostus knew me as a warrior.”
“But why do you choose to stay here in this prison?”
Gorgon’s voice deepens. “I have my reasons.”
I know this tone. It means the conversation will go nowhere. But I am not in a stopping humor. I wish to know more. “But you could be free—”
“No,” she says bitterly. “I will never be truly free. I do not deserve it.”
“Of course you do!”
The snakes nestle about her face, making it hard to see her eyes. “I am many things, Most High, not all of them noble.”
One of the snakes slithers close to me. Its thin pink tongue flicks against my skin. Instinctively, I pull my hand back, but its dangerous kiss lingers.
“We should not be speaking of the past but of the future of the realms.”
I sigh. “The tribes can’t even agree amongst themselves. How will they form an alliance when they are constantly fighting?”
“It is true they have fought always. But they may still be joined in a common cause. Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.”
“I don’t see how. It makes my head hurt to hear them.” I stretch my arms and feel the river spray on my face, cool and sweet. “Oh, why can’t there be peace like this moment always?”
