Knight's Shadow (The Greatcoats)
Sebastien de Castell
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friends again. Now let’s go back out there and you lot keep your mouths shut. Some of the village men are still alive and we can’t trust any of them anymore.” “But who did the Knights carry off?” I asked. “Your man said they took Aline.” “He saw them carry off a girl,” the Tailor said, “one they think is Aline. That’s all you need to know.” “You gave them a girl they think is Aline? They’ll kill her!” “A few minutes ago you challenged my loyalty to the King’s heir. Now you say I do too much
There was a girl there too. I saw her running from the room. I look into Dariana’s eyes, deeper than she would ever want, and in that moment I finally understand. I’ve done something, Falcio. A girl, running from the room. A King needs patience above all. A crumpled note on the floor: I am lost. How could you, my King? Kings use people. Plans within plans: men and women sent far and wide, no one understanding the last command you gave them, but all of them in some greater purpose, some
all twelve swords pointed in my direction. “First positions,” Shuran said, his voice betraying neither anger nor anxiety, only absolute certainty that his order would be instantly obeyed. His confidence was not misplaced: the Knights moved like a well-oiled machine, returning at once to their former stance, the blade of their swords pointed upward and resting against their shoulders, ready to attack at will. I reached forward again and pulled back the sheet. Isault’s expression was frozen in a
place I’d spent most of my life trying to defend from itself. If that meant I had to kill a few Knights along the way, well, I thought, as I took in deep breaths and tried to slow my heart, I could live with that. “Brasti?” I called out. There was no answer and I feared he might have been struck down. He’d been carrying his sword and that wasn’t his best weapon, even in close combat like this. I needed to get to him and Kest so we could find Aline. I’d taken too long with the Knight . . .
Dara did this out of some kind of desire for personal revenge.” “There is another possibility,” Kest said. He turned to me. “But you won’t like it, Falcio.” “What is it?” “Perhaps we should get out of here first. We’ve got a long walk down that gully and then we’re going to need to get to a village to buy new horses and gear.” “Tell me,” I said. He paused for a moment, then said, “You’ve been saying all along that the King must have had a plan; that he wouldn’t have simply left all this to