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“Bayonets and long swords, I think?” Kamaria said.
“Exactly. So why are you fencing?”
“Tradition?” Nina ventured.
Dante’s expression lost its edge as he turned to her. “On the day of Divorando—”
“On the day of Divorando, we’re supposed to use our powers to ward off the invasion.” Kaleb was sullen, but less confrontational. “The gods gave us the gifts for defense, so that is what we use. Any weaponry we carry will be ceremonial.”
“No wonder so many Finestre and Fonti get wounded.” Dante’s brows drew together. “If it were me, I’d rather not wait around to be gored.”
“Finestre and Fonti?” Kaleb sneered.
“Si, stronzo,” Dante said. “Fonteis from the old language, and the plural isFonti, notFontes. Finestre, Fonti, Scarabei.I wouldn’t expect un somaro like you to know that, though.”
“Congratulations, Dante,” Alessa said with a wide grin. “You’ve just been promoted. In addition to bodyguard, you are now the Cittadella’s premier fighting coach.”
If his glares were as deadly as his knives, she’d have bled to death.
“Could youat least trynot to threaten anyone this afternoon?” Alessa said to Dante as they waited in the training room for the others to return for the afternoon session. “This is difficult enough without them scared of you, too.”
“Kaleb’s an ass.”
She fought to keep her expression severe. “Everyone is under a lot of pressure. I’m sure he’ll improve eventually.”
“Doubt it,” Dante said. “People don’t change.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s completely true. Kaleb was born an ass and he’ll die an ass.”
“Well, he’s also a Fonte, so if you hurt him, they’ll send you to the continent, and he’ll continue living as an ass while scarabeo gnaw on your bones, so cut it out.”
Dante looked thoughtful. “Free transport. Might be worth it.”
Alessa pointed to a chair in the corner.
Kamaria arrived first, gaze flicking around the nearly empty room until she found Dante, who pulled out a cloth to polish his knives, appearing to ignore everything else.
“Finestra,” Kamaria said by way of greeting.
“Kamaria. Good to see you.”
“Yeah, sure. What Kaleb said about my brother last night.” Her expression held a challenge. “He didn’t—I mean, I don’t think—” She sighed. “He’s never been one to turn down a dare, and his friends… It’s just, I’m sure he regretted it as soon as he woke up.”
“I won’t hold your brother’s decision against you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not.”
Renata entered the room in a whirl of motion, and Kamaria turned away, leaving the rest unsaid, as Tomo and the other Fontes strode in.
“Ah, Kamaria, join us,” Tomo said, ushering them to one side of the room while Renata turned her attention to Alessa with the intensity of a general on the eve of battle.
Alessa struggled to focus, her attention sliding back to where Tomo sat, surrounded by a ring of Fontes.
Renata climbed onto a stone ledge against the wall. Above her, a large spider scurried on a half-completed web, glistening fibers stretched in an intricate design. Renata pointed to the lower edge of the web. “What happens if I tug this string?”
“It will break,” Alessa said dutifully.
