The Chronicles of Elantra 5 - Cast in Silence by Michelle Sagara Read Free Book Online

fell so totally flat Kaylin wondered if he was deaf. On the other hand, neither Teela nor Tain had worked themselves into that dangerous state the Barrani called boredom. They were, Kaylin realized, genuinely worried about her.
    And given that they were Barrani, they might continue to do so when they knew what she’d done. If they ever knew.
    “I was in Barren for six months,” she told them. She hadn’t intended to say it; it had just fallen out of her mouth. She set her cup aside.
    “You were in Nightshade,” Teela pointed out, “for thirteen years.”
    “Barren was different,” she said quietly.
    “Why?”
    “It was—it was just different.”
    “Find out what they want, Kaylin,” Tain told her quietly. “Or we will.” He nodded in Teela’s direction.
    “You can’t just walk into Barren and demand answers.”
    “We can try. I’ve never been into the fiefs,” he added, “but Teela used to head there when she was bored.”
    “She went to Barren when she was bored?” Kaylin could have sounded more appalled if she’d really worked at it—but not by much.
    “Not just Barren,” Teela added, grinning broadly. The grin faded. “But the fiefs aren’t what they were when I was young. Find out what they want. Do not do anything stupid.”
    Kaylin hesitated, and then reached into the folds of her tunic. When she withdrew her hand, it held the letter that Morse had given her. Funny, how it didn’t burn; it should have. “I wanted to keep this to myself,” she told them all: Severn, who hadn’t spoken a word, Teela, Tain. She especially did not want to talk to Marcus or Caitlin. She didn’t want to hear a word that someone out of department, like, say, Mallory, had to say. She just didn’t want to see the looks on their faces.
    Teela shrugged. “Yes, that was obvious. And clearly your Corporal is willing to let you do that—but we’re not.”
    Kaylin set the letter on the table, and picked up her mug. “You didn’t leave Tain behind,” she said.
    “Pardon?”
    “You came to the Hawks—you brought him with you. You didn’t leave him behind in the High Courts.”
    Teela was silent for a moment, and the silence wasn’t punctuated by her slow grin. It was almost human. “No,” Teela said at last, “I didn’t. This person you met in Elani was a friend?”
    “Maybe. A lot can change in seven years.”
    “Remember that.”
    Kaylin nodded, swallowing wine and something more bitter as she did. She picked up the letter, unfolded the paper and cringed before she’d read the first word. It was Barren’s handwriting. Maybe some things never changed.
    Elianne,
    I’ve been following your progress as I can—I admit it’s surprised me. You didn’t fall from the Tower, although the Hawklord’s still in it. You landed on your feet; he probably has no idea why you made your way out of the fiefs in the first place.
    I know you didn’t like working for me; no one does. Doesn’t matter. You like working for the Hawklord, and I’m fine with that—everyone has to eat. But you probably want to keep on working across the river.
    Working for the Law has its drawbacks. I don’t care what you are or what you’ve done—but the Law does. You know that.
    The way I look at it, girl, you owe your life to me. You wouldn’t be where you are if I hadn’t sent you. And you probably can’t stay where you are, if they know why. I’ve got the information, and I can make your life very, very difficult without ever crossing a bridge.
    But I’m not a malicious man. I’m a fief lord, and I aim to stay that way.
    You’re going to help me, if the rumors are true. I’ll be generous. You’ve got three days before a small packet crosses the bridge in the hands of one of your old friends. In three days time, you can head it off at the bridge; if she sees you, she’ll bring you home, and the package will travel with you.
    —Barren
    She lifted the mug, drained it, choked enough to bring tears to her eyes. Then she