MINE IN EVERY LIFETIME
Chapter Sixty Three — What Edmund Carries
Edmund did not sleep.
This was not new.
But it was worse after the painting.
He stood at his window.
Not the window with the mountain.
A different window.
One that faced the east courtyard where the wolves from the seventeen territories had set up temporary quarters.
He watched the lights go out one by one.
He thought about the painting.
About Mara holding it against her chest.
About the woman at the window looking at a mountain that was showing off just for her.
He thought about bonds that were called irregular.
About names that were spoken and names that were not.
He had a name that had not been spoken in eleven years.
He put his hand against the glass.
Cold.
He took it away.
In the morning the council me
