protects against dragon fire,â Krys said.
âYes. Itâs locked up in the armory butââ
Krys nodded. âIf we hunt down the dragonâFrank or notâhaving that makes sense.â
âI can get into the armory,â Thea said, still giggling excitedly.
Laya tilted her head at the young girl. âSheâs good with locks.â
âIâm sure,â Lucille said. âJust take someone who can carry the sword, itâs rather large.â
âI can carry it.â Theaâs lower lip came perilously close to a pout.
âIâll go with her,â Laya said. âYou said two more things.â
âThe other thing weâll need is the Tear of Nâtlac.â
NO! By all that is holy, unholy, or ignored by the gods! BAD IDEA!
I screamed at the top of my mental voice. No way should we be anywhere near that thing. Even if the spell that the elf-prince cast hadnât been obviously of a piece with Nâtlacâs evilness, there was no predicting how that jewel would react to whatever had happened to Lucille, much less myself or whoever the dragon was now.
Right then, I might have started thinking about who now currently inhabited the dragonâs skin, if I hadnât been overwhelmed by the effort to make Lucille hear me.
Listen! Iâm here! Donât touch that thing! Think of how badly things went last time!
Of course, Lucille didnât hear me. Worse, of the four girls, the only one who even looked as if she might realize how bad an idea it was happened to be Rabbit. She looked at Lucille with her head cocked like she couldnât quite understand the crazy words coming from her mouth.
I kept screaming in our skull to no effect as they solidified the plan to slip away from Lendowyn Castle.
âThe horses will be the easy part,â Krys said. âThe stable hands pasture them early in the morning when they clean the stables. If five of them are led off, it will be hours before theyâre noticed missing.â
âThey wonât be pastured with saddles on,â Lucille said.
âNo,â Krys answered. âBut we have the rest of the night to grab those, saddlebags, provisions, and stash them in the woods out by the royal pasture. With Rabbit, I think weâd be ready to meet you off the main northern road about an hour after dawn.â
Lucille looked at Laya and Thea, âIs that enough time for you two?â The girls looked at each other and Thea nodded enthusiastically.
âI think we can manage,â Laya said.
âGood.â She looked at Krys. âWeâll meet up with you and Rabbit an hour after dawn.â
âWeâll have the horses ready.â She turned to go with the others.
âKrys?â Lucille asked.
âYour Highness?â She paused.
Lucille looked at the girls by the doorway and said, âGive us a moment alone.â
Laya and Thea looked at each other while Rabbit reached out and closed the door. Krys turned around uncertainly, a worried look on her face. âIs there a problem? Did I do something wrong?â
âNo. Nothing like that. I just wanted to apologize for my father.â
âReally? I did speak out of turn.â
âNot that. I wanted to apologize about him calling you âyoung man.â Heâs older, and his vision isnât . . . are you laughing?â
Krys snorted and shook her head. âNo, Your Highness.â She spoke through a very tight-lipped expression that tried not to be a smile.
âYou
are
laughing.â
Krys sucked in a breath and said, âYou donât have to apologize for him.â
âAm I missing something?â
You just havenât spent much time with Krys.
âYou do notice how I look?â Krys said.
âA lot of girls look boyish.â
âAnd dress? And cut my hair?â
âWell . . . Youâre
trying
to look like a boy?â
Krys suppressed another