Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Lionel? Benevolent? The thought is ludicrous. “I once watched Lionel grind a piece of crust under his boot just so the poor wouldn’t have a scrap from the king’s plate.”
“So that’s a no.” Nemeth turns to me with a wry look.
“It’s definitely a no.” I glance around me, at the small house. It’s no more than two rooms, but they’re tidy rooms. Whoever lived here before was proud of their home. The wooden shutters over the windows are carved and the quilt on the bed is clearly the result of many hours of tedious work. “Why would someone leave their home behind? With all their things?”
“Perhaps they did not have a choice.” Nemeth shrugs off his cloak and hangs it over the back of a chair.
“So…that has to be the war, right?”
“If the war called up the men, why are the women and children not here? Where are the elders? The infirm?” Nemeth shakes his head. “Something has happened and everyone has left this place behind.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s the rains,” I grumble, hugging the blanket closer to my chest. “Nothing can grow in the fields when everything’s a mud pit. But the goddess wouldn’t have cast her wrath down on anyone until we left the tower, and that was just a few days ago. These people have been gone for a while.” I run my finger on the edge of the bed frame and the dust there. “Maybe it’s food. Remember the men that came to the tower?”
Nemeth turns and arches a brow at me. His scarred wing flicks. “I have not forgotten.”
“Right. Sorry.” I give him an apologetic little smile. “I’m just thinking out loud.”
“I like hearing it. Your voice is always a pleasant one.” He moves to the far side of the table and unhooks his belt, removing his sodden kilt. “Continue.”
I watch him undress, distracted. “Those men came looking for food. They knew we had some and were willing to try and steal it from us. And then after that, we got no supplies. Maybe there was no food to bring us? Maybe everyone’s been hungry and that’s why they’re all gone.”
Nemeth considers for a moment. “War would definitely slow down trade, and if there was a blockade, I could see food not getting through. And then we have the weather.” He wrings out the edge of his cloak, and water spatters all over the floor. “But if that’s what has happened, where did all these people flee to in the hopes that they would be fed?”
I think. “They would assume the capital has food. That’s where I’d go. Just show up and even if the king won’t feed me, I’d hope someone else would. My sister Erynne is always complaining that there are people showing up from far-flung countries with their hands out.”
His brow furrows. “Your sister does not sound much better than her husband.”
At times, she really doesn’t. I know it’s because she’s trying to see the big picture instead of individuals, that the more people that show up at the castle needing hand-outs that it puts a strain on resources, but sometimes you have to think with your heart and not your head. I think about the poison Erynne sent me to use on Nemeth and wonder if she’s locked her heart away permanently.
If so, that’s a sad thing for a ruler. “She’s probably not as bad as I make her sound.”
I hope.
Chapter
Sixty-Two
Nemeth glances at our surroundings. His wings give an agitated little shiver, and then he folds them tightly against his back. “This roof seems to have held together, and this cottage is comfortable enough for you, isn’t it?” He touches the high back of one of the wooden chairs. “There is no seating for those with wings, but I imagine for a human, it’s quite cozy.” His gaze slides to me. “Perhaps you need to stay here for a few days while I travel ahead and hunt some supplies.”
“What? No. Absolutely not.”
“Be reasonable, Candra.” Nemeth crosses the room and crouches at my side. He takes my hands in his larger ones. “This travel is unpleasant, and you’re not as strong as me. If it’s miserable for me, I can only imagine how awful it is for you.” He rubs my hands, gazing into my eyes. “I could leave the foodstuffs with you, and you would have to administer your potion yourself for a time but—”
I shake my head. “No, Nemeth. You can’t leave me. I’m the only chance you’ve got. Think of what they did to the Fellian at the last village.”
He grimaces. “I haven’t forgotten. But I could slide through shadows, steal from people if they won’t welcome me—”
“And then you’ll be as bad as the rumors make Fellians sound! No. We’re a team, remember? We’re doing all of this together.” I hold tight to his hands, squeezing them as if I can force my opinion on him. “If you leave me behind, I will never, ever forgive you. So get that thought out of your head.”