Gathering Darkness by Morgan Rhodes

her arm. “It feels like you’re a thousand miles away. Are you feeling all right?”
    Somehow the princess’s touch helped chase the darkness away. “I’m fine. The heat, though. It’s rather oppressive, isn’t it?”
    â€œIt is quite warm today. Let’s stop for a while.” Cleo smiled. “I know the perfect place to rest.”
    She led the way down a narrow cobblestone street filled with shops, then turned along an alley. It led them away from the business area and toward a tree-lined clearing. The grassy field was the size of the palace courtyard, at least a hundred paces in diameter, around which were arranged benches shaded by tall, leafy trees.
    â€œMy friends and I used to come here often,” Cleo explained. “Quite excellent entertainment, I must say.”
    All around the clearing, at least two dozen handsome young men practiced swordsmanship with wooden blades. Roped off to the side was another area where they wrestled hand to hand. Most were laughing, their faces dirty, as they flexed their muscles and darted around one another.
    â€œThey’re not wearing shirts,” Lucia observed with surprise.
    Cleo grinned at her. “No, they aren’t.”
    Lucia didn’t know of anything like this in Limeros.
    â€œShould we be watching this?” she asked.
    â€œWhy not? Trust me, they like to be watched. It’ll make them fight harder.”
    Around the circumference of the field small crowds looked on with great interest.
    â€œGuard! Fetch us something cool to drink,” Cleo said. “There’s a tavern at the end of the lane that stocks the strawberry wine I like.”
    The guard looked to Lucia, who nodded with approval. Strawberry wine sounded like an excellent idea. “Go ahead.”
    â€œYes, your highness,” the guard said, then hurried off.
    â€œSo, what do you think?” Cleo asked.
    Lucia followed Cleo’s lead and took a seat at the edge of the field beneath a tall oak tree and took in the activities before her. The thought of her father’s disapproval of all of this amused her. This was an unnecessary display, nothing more than an excuse to show off, and Limerians had always frowned upon vanity. “They seem rather good.”
    Cleo nodded. “I’m happy to see this practice has continued on. It used to be that off-duty Auranian guards would teach local boys these skills. Now it seems as if the boys are teaching themselves.”
    â€œAuranian boys learning battle skills. For what purpose?” Lucia asked, skeptical. “To mount a rebellion against my father?”
    Cleo laughed lightly and Lucia eyed her, uncertain what had been so funny. “No, believe me, this is just for fun. I’ve known boys like these all my life. Beyond little tournaments to draw the attentions of pretty girls, they aren’t interested in battle. Besides, if the king saw this as a threat, I have no doubt he’d put a stop to it.”
    This was true. And Lucia had to admit, the display before her was certainly . . . entertaining.
    Still, even now, amidst the sunshine and greenery and handsome young men, Lucia felt the darkness of her magic stirring within her. It was always with her, ever present, but when she was with Cleo it didn’t torment her as much as it did when she was alone.
    Elemental magic should be natural and beautiful, like life itself. But whenever Lucia let it take over, it seemed to lead only to pain and death.
    And part of her, a very small part, didn’t mind this at all.
    The thought made her tremble.
    Cleo reached over and squeezed her hand, the warmth of her skin sinking into Lucia’s cool flesh. Immediately, her dark thoughts vanished, as if by magic itself.
    She glanced up at the sky, shielding her eyes. A golden hawk flew high above, and her heart jumped at the sight. She’d seen many hawks over the last few weeks. Every one of them gave her a gift of