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hands went numb, she tucked in the ends of frosted hair that had been ripped free by the wind. The skin on her cheeks and hands was already chapped, despite the layers of lanolin cream she applied morning and night.

    “The Queen’s Guard serves the queen and the princess heir and the Gray wolf line,” Byrne persisted, squinting into the distance, hunching his broad shoulders against the raw wind.

    “And if our interests diverge?” raisa dabbed at her eyes, hoping the cold would explain her sniffling.

    To this the captain made no answer, for there was none. picking a fight with Captain Byrne was as unrewarding as assaulting 45

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    a brick wall. He stood, solid and unmovable, while you skinned your own nose.

    “perhaps we should talk about what happens when we arrive,” Byrne suggested, still graciously averting his eyes.

    raisa nodded, pulling her gloves back on. That seemed to be a safe topic, at least—her arrival in the Fells. Since it was beginning to seem like it would actually happen.

    “i’ll stay a night, at least, at Marisa pines Camp, until i know if it’s safe to go down into the city,” raisa said. That, of course, presented its own risks, if what her mother had believed was true—that the Demonai clan favored setting Marianna aside and putting raisa on the throne instead. raisa was suddenly glad they’d decided to take the eastern route, rather than traveling past Demonai Camp. except . . .

    “was my father in residence in the palace when you left, or at Demonai?” raisa asked. “i’ll want to meet with him as soon as we arrive.” raisa’s father was a clan trader, and patriarch of Demonai Camp. He split his time between the city, the highland camps, and trading expeditions throughout the Seven realms.
    He would fill her in on the latest news.

    “The royal consort was staying at kendall House,” Byrne said.
    “or at least he was when i left Fellsmarch three weeks ago.” kendall House, raisa thought, frowning, wishing he were lodged in the palace. kendall House was an elaborate mansion within the castle close. it represented a kind of way station in her mother’s affections—not exiled entirely, but not admitted to full intimacy, either.

    raisa’s father, Averill Lightfoot, Lord Demonai, was a steadying influence on her mother, when she let him get close enough.
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    A counterpoint to Lord Bayar’s influence.

    “what about the Demonai warriors?” raisa said. “what have you heard from them?”

    Byrne shrugged. “i don’t have the connections to the clans that you and your father do.” He paused. “rightly or wrongly, the Demonai seem convinced that Marianna intends to set you aside. i think we can assume that they are preparing for war.” raisa drew her cloak more closely about her. The sun passed behind a cloud, and suddenly the wind seemed more cutting.

    This exchange seemed to remind Byrne of the urgency of their mission. “we’d best be on our way so we can make use of the light.” He laced his fingers, offering raisa a boost up, and this time she accepted.
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    A Welcome
    Home
    By late day, they were still climbing toward Marisa pines pass, the great southwestern gateway into the Fells. To the east, the blue sky turned indigo, and a few stars appeared, low on the horizon.
    But Byrne had his eye on a streak of gray cloud to the northwest. “Blood of the demon,” he muttered. “More snow. And it’ll be here before morning. That’s all we need—to be held up by a storm.” He scanned the tops of the trees, judging the wind speed and direction. “There’s no way we’ll make it through the pass tonight, so we’d better be under cover when it hits.” They increased their pace, making for a way house Byrne knew of at the southern end of the pass that would provide shelter against wind and drifting snow. raisa rode in a kind of frozen stupor, her hood pulled low over