palace, where the air was so dense he imagined it could be sliced with a blade. There was barely enough light to see the pair with their black cloaks as they sprinted and then crawled through the ever-narrowing passageway. Here the scent of dampness was strong, and yet familiar. The odor brought him back to childhood, when danger was excitedly imagined, never imminent.
Pipes, dead ahead.
The boy unlatched a heavy iron grate, lowering it carefully. Torn spider webs draped the opening. Light from the lantern penetrated the tunnel only as deep as the length of a man. Tao helped the boy replace the grate after they slipped through the opening. Then they were on their way, the lantern flickering as it swung from the boyâs hand. The silence was as heavy as the air at this depth, the entire palace atop them, floorupon floor. The very thought threatened to turn him claustrophobic.
Inside, their footsteps echoed unimaginably loudly after all their stealthy silence. âItâs slippery,â Elsabeth warned. âThe muck is like ice.â She and the boy hesitated at a confluence of pipes, the boy holding the lantern high until Elsabeth found a marker theyâd left and snatched it off the dank wall.
âKeep to the right.â Tao knew the labyrinths of the drainage pipes as well as any formerly mischievous child raised in one of the noble families could. It had been years, but racing through the darkened passages, it came back as if it were yesterday. âI know the pipes well.â
âThatâs what Markam said.â
âSo, youâre in on his plan to free me. A Markam loyalist.â
Her disdainful gaze sought him out in the gloom. âMarkam is helping me âus. The Kurel. Any enemy of this king is an ally of ours. Thatâs why Iâm helping you.â She looked him up and down, as if finding it difficult to absorb the very concept. âI also promised Markam.â She seemed no more pleased with that promise than she did helping him to hurt the king. âIâm going to hide you where no one will look,â she said. âThe ghetto.â
By the arks. K-Town. Markam had promised heâd disappear. The man had been telling the truth. âTheyâllcome looking for me. Not too thoroughly in your ghetto, true, but Xim wonât give up that easily.â
âLet them come.â The tutorâs face looked paler in the shadows as they clambered in the wake of Naviâs lantern. âWeâll be ready.â
He sensed her grit, and could believe her. Of all things, heâd just inherited a Kurel guardian, one who actually seemed credible in her willingness to wage a fight.
His situation was becoming more bizarre by the minute.
The boy threw glances over his shoulder at Tao, acting equal parts awestruck and nervous, but the tutor was cool, businesslike and in control, rather like he was when leading his men. If some Kurel could be this capable, why hadnât any ever signed up to fight?
Spongers, every last one.
Elsabeth said, âIn case we get separated, head to the loading docks. Down by the kitchens. Do you remember where?â
How could he forget? Theyâd stowed away in the departing supply wagons as boys, never knowing what new places theyâd see before being discovered by the drivers and shooed away. âYes. I do.â
âWe canât dally. The kitchen staff returns at midnight.â She lurched into a run. âFollow, Tassagon.â
The boy was ahead of them now, keeping a breakneck pace. Literally, Tao thought with increasingconcern. Several times the youth slid and almost fell, righting himself with a body that could bend and recover like a sapling. The lantern flickered with each crash, a bouncing ball of light. Tao could barely focus on the details racing past him. A wrong turn could put them out into the moat, where the pipes channeled the monsoon waters in season. Ahead was one such turn.
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