When Among Crows by Veronica Roth

When Among Crows by Veronica Roth

Author:Veronica Roth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tor Publishing Group


7

A DEAL RENEGED

Ala is in the middle of watching a Knight of the Holy Order chop off a czort’s head with an ax when Dymitr walks in. It must be afternoon, because she’s lucid enough to speak to him, and that wouldn’t have been possible earlier.

“Get out,” she says, too dully to make an impact.

Dymitr steps right through the Knight standing in triumph over the czort’s disembodied head, and sits in the chair next to her bed.

“Would it help if you showed it to me as you watched it?” he says.

She shakes her head. “Not interested in traumatizing both of us.”

“I can handle it.”

She sighs, but the work of creating illusions is enjoyable to her, the way she imagines other people feel about knitting or cross-stitch. She re-creates the Knight, the czort, the bare country road where they encountered each other beneath a lone streetlight.

“Poor czort,” Dymitr says. “I’m given to understand they rarely cause trouble.”

“Gentle souls cast as devils in humankind’s ongoing stage play of existence. It’s Oppression 101: find a bad guy, and if you can’t, make one up.” The curse has left her sweaty and weak. She wants to go home and wrap herself in her grandfather’s quilt and watch television. Instead, she’s stuck in this place that stinks to high heaven of dread, one of her least favorite of the fear flavors—like toasted walnut, maybe, or a honey-wheat cracker.

“Will you tell me about the Knight…” she says to him, as the vision changes. Now they’re in a village square, all cobblestones and stone fountain and hedgerows. The sky is orange-pink from the setting sun—or the rising sun, it’s hard to say. She layers the imagery over the hospice room so Dymitr can watch it unfold with her.

Toasted walnut—Dymitr’s dread.

“Tell me about the Knight you want Baba Jaga to destroy?” she finishes. The village square is empty, but she’s sure the Holy Order will appear soon. They always do.

He asks, “What do you want to know?”

“What did he do to deserve your ire?” She tilts her head. “Or she, I suppose. They’re letting women do it, these days.”

“My ire. Yes, I guess you could call it that.”

He clasps his hands in his lap. She notices the gauze around his fingers, the lost fingernail finally bandaged.

In the village square, a black car pulls up to the curb just outside a pharmacy. The neon sign in the window of a nearby bar—a beer logo—is dizzying. It reflects on the tinted car windows.

A woman all in white steps out of the car, her bone sword already in hand.

Ala focuses on Dymitr so she doesn’t have to look at that sword.

“There was a girl,” he says. “Young. Barely more than a child. She…” He smiles a little. “She liked those—turtles. You know the ones? They wear masks in different colors, and fight with weapons—”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” Ala says, with a laugh.

The woman in white is walking toward the fountain. Through the falling water, Ala sees a strzyga woman, with stringy black hair that hangs almost to her waist.



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