The Spirit War (43 page)

“Winds like having favors more than claiming them, in my experience,” Eli said. “But if it does ever come to that, I’m sure the wind will find a way. They’re very resourceful.”

“I’m sure,” Tesset said, eyes darting pointedly to the square. “You should look to your young lady.”

Eli followed Tesset’s look and saw, without surprise, that Nico was no longer beside them but across the square and pushing her way toward the palace wreckage. With a long-suffering sigh, Eli started after her. Tesset went with him, gently pushing the panicked people out of their way with his long arms.

They caught up with Nico at the edge of the crushed palace. Eli was about to ask why she’d stopped when he felt it. The Heart’s spirit was still open, sitting on the wreckage of the palace’s western corner like an invisible mountain. Another step and Nico would have been on the ground like everything else.

The Heart had done a very neat job, crushing only the area around Josef and Adela but leaving the rest of the palace intact. It looked like someone had dropped a brick on this corner of the building, ripping away the walls and the roof but leaving everything else mostly intact. Servants were already peering over the ragged edge from the now-open rooms, their eyes as wide as dinner plates.

Where the Heart’s spirit was open, however, nothing moved.
Even the dust was pressed indelibly into the ground. The stone wall had been crushed into the palace’s foundations by the Heart’s weight, bringing the roof down to eye level from the ground, and there, lying on her back and half buried under a cascade of cracked tiles not a foot away, was Adela. She lay completely still. So still that, for a moment, Eli thought she was dead. Then he saw her chest rise in a tight, tiny gasp, and he realized the truth. She was crushed, like everything else. In fact, the only thing not crushed beneath the Heart’s enormous weight was Josef.

He sat at Adela’s feet, watching her with a disgusted look. When he saw the three of them waiting at the edge of the destruction, Josef stood, walked over to what looked like a tangled ball of steel, and held out his hand. With a squeal of ripping metal, the Heart cut up through the twisted steel like a knife through ribbon and leaped into Josef’s grip, its hilt pressing firmly into its swordsman’s palm. The second Josef’s fingers closed on his sword, the monstrous weight lifted.

There was a whoosh of air as the winds rushed to fill the void. Josef let it blow over him, breathing deeply as the bleeding from his shoulder eased, then stopped altogether. When the wound was staunched, he turned and walked back to Adela. Now that the weight had lifted, the princess was coughing and struggling to roll over. She’d made it to her side by the time Josef reached her, and Eli saw her eyes widen in fear as she brought her hand up with a silver flash.

The Heart was there before she finished, the black blade slamming down just above her fingers. A spirit screamed, and Adela looked down in horror.

Just above the guard that protected her fingers, Adela’s sword was now little more than a ripped metal edge. On the ground in front of her, the rest of the bright steel blade twisted like a trapped snake beneath the Heart of War. The metal screamed as it thrashed,
but every scream was fainter than the one before it. Finally, the sword fell still, its light fading like a dying ember, leaving the blade motionless, dark, and dead in the rubble.

“No,” Adela whispered, her fingers trembling on the hilt of her broken sword. “
No.
It’s
impossible
.”

Josef looked away in disgust. “Nico?”

Nico was behind Adela before Josef finished speaking her name, her hand coming down on the back of the princess’s neck. The blow hit with a solid
thwack
, and Adela slumped forward, her eyes fluttering closed.

“That should keep her for a bit,” Josef said, leaning on the Heart.

Nico stepped over Adela’s body to stand beside him, her eyes locked on his blood-soaked shoulder.

Josef began to fidget under her scrutiny. “I’ve had worse,” he muttered.

Nico’s eyes widened, but she let it lie.

“Well,” Eli said, stepping onto the rubble as well. “Now that that’s over, what next?”

“Get to the queen,” Josef said. “Before Lenette hears her daughter failed.”

“What about…” Eli tapped Adela’s body with his boot.

“They can handle it,” Josef said, nodding over Eli’s shoulder.

Eli turned to see the admiral and several guards marching toward them across the now-empty square. When he turned back, Josef was already off, trotting into the palace through the sundered wall with Nico hot on his heels. Muttering the usual curses about bullheaded swordsmen, Eli ran after them. Tesset followed a step behind, swift and silent as a shadow.

The wall the Heart had collapsed at this level turned out to be the outer wall of the pantry. Josef ran through the stocks of grain and flour, bursting through the door to the kitchen with a swift kick. The kitchen staff screamed and scrambled to get out of the
prince’s path. Eli called out apologies as he ran past, but he stayed right on Josef’s heels as they cleared the kitchens and started up the servant’s stair toward the queen’s chambers.

They’d reached the third floor and were rushing toward the royal wing when Josef skidded to a stop, causing Nico and then Eli to run into him.

Eli poked his head around Josef’s broad back. “What is it n—”

The question died in his throat. Queen Theresa was at the other end of the hall. She was in a dressing gown, her face sweat soaked and pale as death. Long white hair tumbled loose from her head, the wispy ends nearly brushing her bare feet. Lenette was at her side, and the queen clung to her with skeletal hands. A small knot of worried guards trailed behind them, following the queen and her lady as they made their way slowly down the hall.

It was Lenette who saw Josef first. Adela’s mother stopped in her tracks, her face suddenly stricken, as though she’d seen a ghost. Theresa stumbled at the sudden stop and raised her head, her eyes lighting up as she saw her son.

“Josef,” she said, her voice relieved. “They said you were fighting Adela.”

Josef didn’t seem to hear the queen. His eyes were locked on Lenette. “You,” he hissed, marching forward. “Get away from my mother.”

Nico started to follow, but Eli grabbed her shoulder. Lenette, on the other hand, stepped forward, putting herself between the queen and Josef.

“My queen!” she cried. “This man is a murderer. He killed his cousins and now he comes for you. Look at the blood on him.” She clutched her chest with a sob. “Where is my daughter, killer?”

“Step away, Lenette!” Josef shouted, walking faster. “It’s over. Adela confessed. We know everything. You’re an agent of the Empress left here to destabilize Osera after the war, and you trained
your daughter to follow in your footsteps. You’ve been poisoning the queen for years, but your treachery ends now.
Step away!
”

Theresa looked at her lady-in-waiting. “Lenette?”

But Lenette’s face had changed. She glared at Josef with open hatred, and that was when Eli saw her hand flash.

“Josef!” he shouted.

He was too late. Lenette’s hand flew from her skirts, the knife flashing silver before it plunged into the queen’s chest. Josef and the guards rushed forward, dragging Lenette off the queen, but Lenette twisted free with surprising strength. She staggered, the knife dripping red in her hands.

“Long live the Empress,” she said, raising the knife to her own throat.

Eli winced and turned away, but it didn’t save him from the unmistakable
thump
as Lenette’s body hit the floor. When he looked back, she was lying crumpled on the carpet at the center of a spreading, dark stain. Josef didn’t even look at her. He dropped the Heart and ran to his mother, falling to his knees as he dragged the queen into his lap. Theresa’s dressing gown was more crimson than white now, and her breath came in ragged little gasps. Her face, however, was calm.

“Josef,” she whispered. “Listen.”

“Stop talking,” he said, pressing one hand against her wound as he slid his free arm under her. “We’re going to get you to the surgeon.”

“No,” she ordered, grabbing his hand with surprising strength. “For once in your life, mind me.”

Josef froze, letting his mother guide his hand up to her face.

“Listen,” she said again. “You’ve never made a secret of how much you hated being a prince, and for that I’ve tried my best to spare you, but now I’m afraid we no longer have a choice.” She took a shuddering breath. “The throne of Osera has endured for
centuries. Through our history we have lived as outcasts and pirates, shunned by all. I spent my life pulling us out of that pit, turning Osera into a land of prosperity and peace. Now the Empress comes again, and now more than ever we
cannot
fall. Promise me, Josef. Promise, no matter what happens after, no matter your feelings, you will take the crown and lead our people through this crisis.”

Josef gripped her hand. “Mother, this isn’t—”

“
Promise me
,” the queen gasped, pulling herself up until her face was inches from her son’s. “One last battle,” she whispered, clutching his fingers. “Swear to me you will not let Osera perish.”

Josef pressed his lips to her pale forehead. “I swear, mother,” he whispered. “I swear it.”

The queen fell back with a pained sigh. “You are all witnesses,” she said, glancing at her guard. When they nodded, she turned back to Josef, reaching up to touch his cheek with her thin, bloody hand.

“Hail the House of Iron Lions,” she whispered, her voice little more than a breath.

“Hail the House of Iron Lions,” Josef repeated. “I will not fail you, mother.”

For a moment, Eli thought he saw the queen smile. Then her body shuddered one last time, and she lay still.

The guards began to creep forward, but Josef didn’t move. He sat on his knees, cradling his mother’s skeletal body. He made no sound, no noise at all, but when the light shifted, Eli saw his cheeks were wet, and he realized Josef was crying. He looked away at once, painfully aware that he was seeing something he shouldn’t. But the moment was just that, a moment, and by the time he’d turned away, it was over.

“You there,” Josef said to the closest guard.

The guard stepped forward with a salute, and Josef stood up, bringing his mother’s body with him. “Take the queen,” he said,
gently passing Theresa’s body to the guard. “See that she is laid in state.”

“Yes, majesty,” the guard said softy, taking the queen as gently as he could.

Josef stepped back, his hands lingering on the dark stain that covered the front of his shirt, though whether it was his blood or his mother’s, Eli couldn’t tell.

“You.” Josef looked at the next guard. “Bring someone to clean that up.” He nodded at Lenette’s body. “The rest of you, I want whoever’s in charge of the military to report to the watchtower at once. Every man who can hold a sword is to report for duty immediately.”

“Everyone, sir?” the guard said.

“Yes,” Josef answered, scooping up the Heart as he marched down the hall. “The Empress is here. We’re going to avenge our queen.”

The guards looked at each other, their faces pale with disbelief. Then, in unison, they saluted and began to divide the prince’s orders between them.

Eli watched them work for a second, and then he jogged after Josef.

“You’re serious about this?”

“I made a promise,” Josef said, walking faster. “I intend to see it through.”

“All right,” Eli said softly. “But if it’s war we’re talking about, I should point out that we have a problem.”

Josef sighed. “What?”

“The Relay,” Eli said. “Adela destroyed both of Osera’s points. I don’t know if you had a chance during all that to actually look at the ocean, but the Empress’s fleet fills the horizon. There’s no way Osera can stop all that on its own. If we’re going to survive, we have to get word to the Council immediately for reinforcements.”

“That’s not a problem,” Nico said.

Eli glanced at her. “Pardon?”

“We’ve got a Council representative following us.”

Everyone stopped and looked at Tesset.

“What a remarkably good point, Nico,” Eli said, all smiles.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Tesset said. “I don’t have a Relay point on me.”

Eli blinked. “That’s a bad joke, sir. You want me to believe that Sara let you loose without an ear in your pocket?”

“Relay points are short these days,” Tesset said with a shrug. “And I
was
going to a country that had two points of its own.”

“Well, that’s just perfect,” Josef grumbled, resuming his previous pace. “A Council watchdog with none of the benefits.”

“You should be counting your luck,” Tesset said, falling into step beside him. “I did just watch a known conspirator of the world’s most notorious thief become king of Osera without comment, after all.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Eli said. “But outing us would have hurt your cause too, so don’t pretend you’re doing us a favor. If you actually want to be useful, you could think of a way for us to get word to the mainland.”

Tesset scratched his chin. “What about the Spirit Court? Osera has a Tower just like anywhere, and Spiritualists are always talking among themselves.”

Eli looked at him, genuinely impressed. “That is a surprisingly good suggestion,” he said. “To think, the Spirit Court, useful at last!”

By this time they’d reached the back door of the palace. A crowd of guards was waiting in the kitchen yard, whispering nervously as they stared down the mountain at the fleet stretching across the horizon.

“You,” Eli said, grabbing the closest solider. “Would you be so kind as to fetch us Osera’s Spiritualist?”

The guard stared at him in confusion. “Sir?”

“Do it,” Josef snapped.

The guard, obviously not sure if the traitor prince’s orders should be obeyed, took one look at Josef’s bloody front and enormous sword and decided to save his doubts for later. He bowed and ran down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him, pausing only to salute the admiral as the old man appeared from another door flanked by the queen’s guards who’d witnessed her death.