Crown of Stars 07 - Crown of Stars by Kate Elliott

Author:Kate Elliott [Elliott, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Epic, Fantasy, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780748121007
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2010-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

The lady's voice was slightly hoarse. "The stars. See, there. That is the Scout's Torch, almost overhead. It's faint because of the moon's light and the haze. To the west, there, the Lion's Claw is almost gone, and to the southwest—do you see it?—the blue star marking the Dragon's Eye. In the east—well—hard to see. It's hazy, and the moon outshines everything. The three jewels are barely visible because of the light. And to the south, the Serpent. There, that one—do you see it?—that is the Serpent's dreadful red eye."

"That's a lot of stars."

"Only the brightest are visible. But to see them at all!" She faltered, wiped her eyes, and with her head still canted back, staring into the heavens, she spoke in a low voice. "They're so beautiful. It's been so long since I have seen them. Or held my daughter in my arms."

They walked for several days and nights, their journey punctuated by long rests during the heat of the day and by an ongoing and protracted argument between the lady and Eldest Uncle in which Blessing's name was spoken many times. This much Anna understood. Of the rest, nothing.

At intervals, watchtowers guarded the approaches. They stopped at these places for supplies. The lady walked among them without fear, and they stared at her and spoke to her; Anna, they stared at but ignored.

They came at length to a place where the White Road bent southward to intersect with the sea where the shoreline was cut by a pair of chasms opening deep into the rocky wasteland. A fort spanned the road. No guardsman seemed inclined to question Eldest Uncle. They deferred to him as to a noble lord, and let the party pass without question, although it seemed every Ashioi guardsman felt obliged to comment at length and with much laughter as the little group set out into wilderness.

After this, they marched along a dusty road for five days or six or seven; Anna lost count. Her feet were caked in grit. When she moved her hands, dirt ground softly between the skin of her fingers. Her face was masked with dust. Her hair itched all the time although she kept it pulled back in a tight braid and covered by a linen cloth knotted at the back of her neck.

One time they saw a party of about a dozen mask warriors walking east, some limping and one bundled up in a fetal position and carried on the back of one of his companions. The lady pulled a hood over her face and melted away into the scrub brush grown along the side of the road, and so it was that they met the group and spoke at length with them while the lady hid. There was some discussion of Anna. She could tell by the way the newcomers indicated her by lifting their chins as they looked at her. Eldest Uncle's authority carried them. Soon enough, the other party made their farewells and set on their way, east toward home.

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