Queen Of The Great Underworld

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I SPENT THE night thinking.

Mother would have laughed, because I was never much of a thinker, she said, but that was what I did. I slept under my bed, caught in a weird sensation that I’d never actually left. Like the trip to Bopha had been nothing but an especially vivid dream. Still, I had the mark where Galadriel had cut me. That was proof enough.

And all my thoughts came down to one fact: if I didn’t do something now, I’d never leave.

We’d never leave, because I’d come back for Gerel, Aaru, Tirta, and Chenda, hadn’t I? And I’d inadvertently brought Jan and Ilina with me.

Maybe . . . If I could get all my friends moved into the second level, with more food and better accommodations, they would be strong enough to escape with me. I just had to figure out how to make yarrow agree to it.

I must have fallen asleep, at least briefly, because the noorestones were lit when I opened my eyes.

And I was alone under the bed. Aaru must have learned to sleep on his bed in my absence. I tried to ignore the sinking in my heart, but there it was. Disappointment.

Of all the people here—well, not counting Ilina and Jan—he was the person who I most needed to apologize to. I wouldn’t have called it a friendship, not like Gerel had said, but he’d been so kind to me. I wanted to count him as a friend. I wanted . . .

Before I could finish untangling those feelings, boots thumped through the hall. I scrambled out from under the bed and straightened my dress and hair as I pressed my spine to the rear of the cell. It was alarming how quickly it came back, in spite of eighteen days of absence. The thirty-three days in the Pit before that were too strong. Too real.

yarrow stood at the door, a bag of breakfast hanging from one hand. That meant I hadn’t been invited back to work. My stomach rolled at the thought of what waited in that sack. Rotten apples. Hard bread. Mold with a little bit of cheese left on it.

“Failure,” yarrow said, and the word spiraled through me, cutting. “Liar.” He wore a deep frown that carved trenches in his forehead.

“Liar?” My voice carried down the hall. It had been quiet before, with only the taunts of the second guard and the exhausted yawns of prisoners. Now, it was a listening quiet.

His glare was all hot rage and hate. “I thought you cared about the dragons. I thought you’d been truthful with me.”

I swallowed hard. “I did tell you the truth.”

Slowly, he shook his head. His jaw clenched so hard I wondered if he might crush his own teeth. “If you thought your last visit was miserable, just wait. You haven’t seen how unpleasant I can be when I’m really angry.”

Fear coursed through me like fire. “I told you everything.”

“No.” He swung the bag of breakfast until it hit my door. One. Two. Three. The contents thumped on metal, bruising and destroying. “You tried to hold something back, which is why I took your silent friend. And now I know you lied about the dragons, too.”

I couldn’t speak.

“So you’ll tell me everything,” he said. “The truth this time. Or I will bury every one of your friends under hot noorestones while you watch.”

Bile raced up my throat, and my chest squeezed with anguish.

He’d already tortured Aaru. Now he wanted the rest of them?

Echoes of Aaru’s scream filled my head, and my fingers remembered the cold of his skin. My eyes recalled the sudden darkness, the desperate attempts to see through the nothing. And my ears knew the smothering, all-consuming silence cast across the room.

yarrow would never move my friends to the second level. Never. I’d been a fool to even imagine it.

“What do you think?” yarrow was still banging my breakfast on the bars of my cell. “I think it’s a fair offer. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t let him hurt my friends. Not again.

“All right.” The words were weak, shaky.

“What’s that?” yarrow lifted his voice; he wanted to be heard, wanted it known he was the victor. “I couldn’t hear you.”

I drew a fractured breath and spoke loud enough that he might be pleased. “Don’t hurt my friends. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Very good.” yarrow tossed my breakfast bag inside the cell, a look of triumph shining in his eyes. “I’ll see you in two hours.”

When he and the other guard left, the cellblock was absolutely quiet, and my legs buckled and I dropped to the floor, knees striking stone with sharp bursts of pain.

What had I done?

FOR A LONG TIME AFTER yarrow LEFT, I SAT ON MY bed, counting panicky heartbeats. One hundred fifty-three, one hundred fifty-four, one hundred fifty-five . . .

TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE, two hundred seventy-four, two hundred seventy-five.

DEAR DAMYAN AND Darina, what was I supposed to do now?

I’D LONG AGO curled over until my forehead touched my knees. There was no farther for me to bend, not without crushing bones, but still I wanted to shrink down into nothing. Because I was nothing.

“Decide whether you’ll tell yarrow your secret,” Gerel said, five hundred heartbeats later. “Lying isn’t one of your options. You’re clearly a terrible liar.”

“Don’t you think she knows that?” Ilina snapped. “Can’t you see that she feels awful enough without you telling her how badly she messed up?”

Jan cleared his throat. “I’m not sure that helps.”

I tried a little harder to collapse into myself.

“Don’t bother to defend her,” Gerel said. “I told her decans ago that she needed to decide to tell yarrow her secret or not. I told her to stick with whatever she decided, because yarrow won’t give up his quest to learn it. Planting your feet and fending off attacks is the only thing you can do against him.”

Everything inside me shriveled.

How had my life come to this?

How could I fix this?

Maybe . . . Maybe just one person at a time.

I couldn’t bring myself to move for another hundred heartbeats, but at last I crawled under the bed. ::I’m sorry. There are so many things I should have told you from the start. Like who I am. Then you’d have known it’s not safe to be nice to me.::

It wasn’t a surprise when the only answer on the other side of the hole was silence.

::I want you to know that this was never my intention. Not that knowing helps you now. I was wrong. I should have been more careful, but I wanted to be your friend, even though I knew it wasn’t possible. Idris and Damina never got along.::

My chest expanded and dropped with a long sigh. I’d been so foolish. So na?ve.

::Nothing can make up for what happened to you,:: I went on. ::Especially nothing I can do. I know that. But I also know that I owe you, and I won’t forget it.::

I closed my eyes, but I saw him in the interrogation room again, strapped to the chair with noorestone heat pressing through him.

::You may not want my attempts at making amends,:: I said, ::and given what just happened, I wouldn’t blame you. Or if you never want to speak to me again. But if you’ll accept my efforts, I will help you however I can. Anything I can do. I want to start with getting you and the others out of the Pit.::

That hadn’t gone well so far, though.

::That’s all I’ve wanted since coming here—to get out.:: I closed my eyes. ::And I want to get you out. That’s why I came back. For you.::

Tension burned through my whole body, and my heart leaped up into my throat. “You.” The word came out like a puff of smoke. I pressed my mouth into a line and went back to the quiet code; I wanted to use his language. ::I will find a way.::

::How?:: Somehow, he made the quiet code sound doubtful. And of course he doubted me. I doubted me.

::I don’t know anymore. Nothing I’ve tried has worked. I wanted to sneak food for you, but instead the Luminary Council took me away. I wanted to make sure you got a job, but the noorestones—:: Had shredded his feet. Were they better yet? Could he walk now?

Long notes of silence played between us.

::I haven’t given up,:: I said. ::I have to get out, and I want you to come with me.::

With me.

I wanted him to come with me.

One. Two. Three. Seconds pounded by until finally, a shadow fell on the far side of the hole and Aaru peered back at me, his face silhouetted by the dim noorestone light. All I could see was the slope of his forehead and tip of his nose and gaunt cheeks until he turned and it was all lost.

He tapped on the floor. ::I want to escape. My family needs me.::

His family. Of course. ::I’ll make sure you reach them.::

Though how I’d get a fugitive to the most isolated and protected island without getting us all arrested again, I had no idea.

One thing at a time.

First, I had to get us out of here.

I scrambled out from under my bed and went to my door. “Gerel.” I kept my voice as low as possible.

She didn’t look up from where she sat cross-legged in the center of her cell.

“Gerel,” I repeated, just a little louder.

“I can hear you.” Her relaxed hands became fists. “I was just ignoring you.”

“Oh.” I glanced downward. But then I remembered I was trying to help her. I steeled myself. “Tell me about yarrow.”

That got her attention. Gerel jerked straight up and met my eyes. Hers were hard and cold. “What? You think you can make peace with him? After lying to him?”

“I didn’t lie to him,” I said. “I told him what he wanted to know.”

Gerel climbed to her feet, as lithe as a cat. “And what was that?”

“The reason I’m here.” I could feel Ilina’s and Jan’s attention from the neighboring cells. Chenda’s and Aaru’s, too. “I learned of treachery. In the Crescent Prominence sanctuary, dragons are being captured and sent to the Algotti Empire. But when I told the Luminary Council, they betrayed me. I thought they would put a stop to the exportation. Instead, they put me here.”

Gerel was shaking her head. “Why would anyone send dragons away? Doesn’t everyone know that without dragons to keep the gods here, our very islands will get up and leave us?”

“Everyone knows about the Great Abandonment,” Ilina said. “But apparently there are people who are willing to risk that it’s a myth.” Bitterness edged her voice. “And some who will do anything for power—even deliver the children of the gods to our enemies.”

Gerel pressed her face to the bars to look at Ilina. “And what do you have to do with any of this?”

“My parents work for the Luminary Department of Drakontos Examination in Crescent Prominence. I was the first to notice that dragons were missing.”

“Hmm.” Gerel turned to Jan. “And you?”

“I am Mira’s protector.”

“Some protector.” Gerel motioned at her cheek. “She has a terrible gash on her face, if you didn’t notice. But you’re Hartan. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t protect her. You’re too soft for that sort of work.”

Hair stood on my arms and my lips curled back with a snarl. “You will not talk to him like that. Jan has saved my life more times than you could imagine.”

Gerel’s gaze whipped toward me. “The little dragon can spit fire after all.”

“I would give my life for Mira.” Jan spoke low and even, like the shooting anger all around him wasn’t even there. “As for your accusations, no one is more aware of my failure to protect her from the snakes on the Luminary Council than I. Nevertheless, my mission remains the same.”

“It’s my fault I got hurt. Not Jan’s.” I dragged my fingertips over the cut on my cheek; it was hot with inflammation.

“If you say so.” Gerel crossed her arms. “So what are you going to tell yarrow? Insist that you were truthful before? Try to appeal to his better side?”

I shrugged helplessly.

“You’ll gain nothing there. He doesn’t have a better side.” She almost sounded sad for me. “We were in the same trainee group and he constantly battled me for top position. He never won—not until I ended up in here.”

“Then what do you suggest?” I asked.

“Nothing. He will expect you to tell him the truth this time—”

“I did—”

“And whatever you held back before. You’ll have to give him what he wants.”

That was all the encouragement my anxiety needed. As though my body wasn’t connected to my mind at all, my fingers and hands spasmed. My mouth pulled into a grimace, tugging painfully at the gash. And my heart drummed in my ears loud enough to deafen me to every other sound. Even my eyes betrayed me, with my vision tunneling.

I couldn’t breathe.

Then a door opened at the end of the cellblock, and the screech of keys and cells opening sang through the hall. One by one, someone opened every unoccupied cell.

yarrow.

He strode in with his usual swagger, as though he owned the entire Pit. The map of thin scars across his face was a reminder of the battles he’d won, and that he was second only to Gerel. He stood before me, a sinister smile twisting over his mouth.

“What’s happening?” I rasped. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to have a talk.” He grazed a finger across the ring of keys on his belt. “But first, I need to ensure you’re properly motivated to tell me everything. The truth this time.”

Black fog shimmered around the edges of my eyes, made worse with every word he spoke. Even my vision dimmed, and sounds came muted and far away. My fingers and toes were numb, and every breath I took felt like glass through my throat. One breath. Two. Three.

Not now, I prayed. This was not the time for the panic to overtake me. But it was too late. Did I ever have a chance when the panic came? No. It was the part of my own mind that loved to betray me when I needed to be strong.