Crown of Bones by A.K. Wilder

Author:A.K. Wilder [Wilder, A.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-01-04T20:30:00+00:00

35

Ash

“Oh, Marcus.” It’s a panoramic view from the library tower and what a mess. He and De’ral have singlehandedly demolished the obstacle course. Why didn’t I stay at my desk? It’s going in the record now, though as Brogal always says, when you sink to the bottom, there’s only room to rise.

Marcus and Belair better rise fast.

I drag myself from the window, returning to the job of recording. The first step is to copy down the moon phases from the planetary ephemeris. In my original notes, I’d marked them from observation—up until the attack on the headland. With those records gone, the rise and set and “weight” of the moon is one of the many things to confirm and include in both Marcus’s and Belair’s records. I select a hawk quill and thumb over to the new moonrise, the day we left Baiseen.

“Interruption coming.”

I startle and look up. “Talus?”

“Finding everything you need?”

The white-robe woman didn’t make a sound coming up the stairs. Time to solve the mystery, though looking her in the eye makes me fidget.

“Yes, thank you.” How to put this? “Mistress Talus…” Surely, if I misstate her name twice in as many breaths, she’ll correct me.

Her calm expression doesn’t change. “Something I can help with?”

My brow knits. No correction, which is odd. The last thing she looks like is a prankster.

“Actually, no. Master Huewin’s supplied me with everything I need.”

“Then why aren’t you down there with the other recorders, taking in the events?”

I blow my bangs off my forehead. She’s right. I should be there, recording, but happily, I’ve a valid excuse to be here instead, not on the field, noting every fall and stumble. “I thought I’d give Marcus and Belair a day to settle in.”

“That bad?” Her lips twitch, like she’s trying not to smile.

I admit, I’m a bit taken aback. “They’re green-robes,” I say in a rush. “They’ll both be magnificent, given time.” I choke on my words as a vision of Marcus’s warrior crushing men and horses beneath him comes to mind.

Her eyes darken and she turns away. “Time is what they don’t have.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Pardon me, Mistress?”

Talus goes to the high arched window and I join her. “There they are.”

I watch in silence. Marcus’s phantom turns again toward the library, and I send a thought out to him. “Can you pay attention to Marcus? This is a competition, remember?”

When I turn around, I find myself alone. “Talus?”

Chills skitter down my spine as I look toward the stairwell and back up the rows of books. Nothing. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe I imagined her.

What with the tapping at my window again last night, it’s not a calming thought. Still, I go back to work. When I reach my desk, a book sits open on top of the stack. “Where did you come from?”

I glance around one last time for Talus. So odd.

I’m about to flip the book closed when the symbols in the middle of the page catch my eye.

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