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Conor made a startled noise. Across Kel’s palm were the weals of multiple knife slashes.
“I was trying to keep myself awake,” Kel said. He was looking at his hand next to Conor’s. His own skin was a shade darker from exposure to the sun, and Conor’s palms were smooth and free of scars or blisters.
“Yes, I saw,” said Conor. “I was watching, tonight. From behind a screen.”
He let go of Kel’s hand.
“That is a quite impressive determination, really,” said Bensimon. “And a resistance to pain.”
Conor’s gaze was steady, clear, and gray.Your eyes are wrong,Bensimon had said. “Leave us, Mayesh,” he said. “I would talk to Kel alone.”
Kel rather expected the Counselor to put up a fight. Instead, Mayesh Bensimon seemed to be hiding a smile. “As you wish,” he said, and swirled from the room in a cloud of gray cloak.
When he was gone, Kel rather missed him. Bensimon was the person he had known longest in the Palace. Prince Conor, though Kel had spent the night pretending to be him, was a stranger. He watched as Conor went over to the table and picked up one of the daggers and then another. Perhaps this was the end of things, he thought with some dismay. The journey, the peculiar ritual of dinner, and now the Crown Prince would stab him to death.
“Do you like weapons?” Conor said. “I could give you a dagger, if you liked.”
Kel felt inordinately pleased to have correctly identified the presence of daggers. Still, this did not seem promising. “To do what with?” he asked, suspiciously.
Conor smiled crookedly. “I don’t know what you like, you see,” he said. “I’m trying to think how to convince you to stay.”
“Stay? Here? In the Palace?”
Conor sat down on the edge of the smaller bed. “My father fostered in the kingdom of Malgasi,” he said. “They have a tradition there. When a prince turns ten years old, he is given a sort of—bodyguard.Királar,they call him. Sword Catcher. He is meant to stand in for the prince, to—to protect him from danger. He learns to walk and talk like him, to dress like him. He is made to look like him.”
“Made to look like him?” Kel echoed.
“Talismans, charms. Posy-drops to change the color of his eyes.” He sighed. “I am not making it sound very pleasant, but I told myself I would be honest with you. There is no point not being. You would find out, eventually.”
“You want me,” Kel said, slowly, “to be your Sword Catcher?”
Conor nodded. “My father could order you, but I do not want someone reluctant. I want someone whowantsto do it. And not someone torn from their family, either. That is why—you are from an orphanage?”
Kel nodded. He was too stunned to speak.
Conor relaxed minutely. “That is good. Jolivet did not lie to me, at least.” He looked at Kel. “What do you think?”
“I think,” Kel said, “that it sounds dangerous, and probably difficult. I think if you are looking for someone whowantsto do it, that may also be difficult.”
Conor exhaled painfully. “As you say.”
He looked deflated, which brought home the peculiarity of the situation. Kel had not known what to expect of a meeting with the Crown Prince of Castellane, but he had certainly not expected him to bedepressed.“Well, you couldtryto convince me,” he said. “Tell me, what about it would be good?”
Conor looked up, his eyes brightening. “Really?” He sat up straight. “Well, you would live in the Palace. You would have whatever you wanted, most of the time. Within reason, but any clothes or books or—well, really anything. If you saw it in a shop window, I would get it for you. Unless it was a jade elephant or something else enormous.”
“That does seem impractical,” Kel said gravely, fighting a grin.
“We would learn together,” said Conor. “Jolivet isn’t the mostagreeable fellow, but he’s the best sword-trainer out there. You would become an expert fighter. And my tutors are teaching me everything there is to know; they would teach you, too. You would speak a dozen languages, know the history of all Dannemore, the patterns of the stars, all the Great Equations.”
Despite himself, something kindled inside Kel. It was small and bright, a distant signal fire. It startled him. He had not expected to feel truly tempted.
“You would never be hungry,” Conor said softly. “And you would never be lonely. You would sleep here, beside me, and we would always be together. And your life would be extraordinary.”
Kel leaned back against the table.Extraordinary.He knew the word—from lessons, mostly.
Conor leaned forward in excitement. “You would meet royalty from all over, people descended from famous heroes. You would watch the greatest dancers dance, hear the best musicians. You would see things hardly anyone ever sees. You would travel the whole world.”
Kel thought of theWhite Rocknear the Orfelinat; that had been the ship he sailed with Cas across imaginary oceans. He thought of the marbles they used to weight down their map in the endless game of where-do-you-want-to-go. They had both always known they would never see those distant lands.
