‘But the toughest,’ Jonas continues, ‘is Grenda.’ He gestures subtly with his head to the other side of the ballroom. ‘Grey hair, black dress. I heard she’s the second oldest in the Retterheld this year, but age has certainly not diminished her. She’s got two sons stationed on the Hirathean Path and has already told everyone that her gifting would be to get them home alive.’
My heart squeezes tightly. Risking death so your children can live. Hard to find fault with that.
‘Have her sons been given leave to come and watch her compete?’ Llinos asks.
Jonas shakes his head. ‘Who knows though? Maybe after the vowing they’ll be allowed to return.’
Fucking Korvane, making people risk death just to see their own children. Everyone knows that going to the border is basically a death sentence. Few come back from it, and if they do, they’re in no fit state to even talk about what they saw.
‘Who else?’ Benny presses. ‘What about the nobles? There’s the prince, of course.’
Jonas’s cheeks suck inwards. ‘Yeah, Kyor’s going to be one hell of a tough competitor. He was trained by Zelle, the youngest ever commander of the army, until Kyor stole that title from him. Apparently, his bond with his wolf is crazy strong and works over miles, and as for his magic …’ He lets out a low whistle.
‘What is it? What can he do?’ I ask.
Back before we were stripped, there were rumours of what the prince could do. Some said he would one day rival even my father as a storm summoner, but he was too young then for his powers to have settled, so it was mostly conjecture.
‘Oh, I’m sure you’ll see,’ Jonas says vaguely. ‘Don’t know where he isnow or if he’ll even turn up before the inauguration. Rumour has it he rode his wolf straight back to the battlefield after his offering.’
‘What?’ Llinos’s face displays the same level of shock as I’m feeling. ‘He rides his dire wolf? Don’t people have their legs ripped off for even attempting that?’
‘Well, he’s said to ride her,’ Jonas replies with a shrug.
It sounds like a wild rumour to me. The type to make the prince sound like he’s greater than the rest of us and worthy of his position. I’m happy to call bullshit on that, but I don’t know if I’m pleased or not about the fact that he may not show up tonight. I have dreamed about seeing the prince countless times since we were cast out, rehearsed what I would say to him over and over again, but that doesn’t stop the twinge of fear sparking in my gut about the potential consequences of lambasting him publicly. For Kay, I’ll hold my tongue – for now.
‘So … the other nobles,’ Benny continues to push. ‘I heard there were ten of you?’
‘Right.’ Jonas slips back into his role of court informant, this time a little more enthusiastically. ‘The other guys are older. Nathan Taros is sixty-plus and a fire wielder. Was amazing but makes mistakes now. His daughter, Nessira, is probably the better fighter. She’s competing as well.’
‘Fire wielder?’ I question, as keen as Benny to learn all I can.
‘Not exactly. She’s a healer. A cauter.’
‘A cauter?’ Llinos questions.
‘She can cauterise wounds,’ Jonas explains. ‘Damn useful skill to have in battle. Stops soldiers bleeding out when they take an ice blade from the Issen.’
That does sound handy, but hardly competition-winning magic. Still, it’s better than my sweet fuck-all.
‘It’s the same skill as her aunt, Clade – Nathan’s sister – who’s also been accepted.’
‘Wow, talk about keeping it in the family,’ Benny murmurs. ‘I’m guessing the Taroses will work together, given that they’ve probably trained together their entire lives.’
‘It’s likely,’ Jonas agrees, ‘but they’ll probably need help from some of the others, given that Nathan’s the only one with offensive powers. Yeva Mancy is an obvious choice.’ He looks around for her, only to come up empty. ‘She’s an ash weaver. Really grey eyes so you’ll know her when you see her. The power sounds weak until you see what an ash storm can do. She’s not the strongest, but she’s tough. Pen Tharolin is the youngest ofthe Wrohelm Rettlings. Her touch blisters, which is nasty if you’re the recipient of it, but she’s not much of a fighter. I expect most people will be able to stop her from ever getting that far.’
Jonas pauses for a breath, but it’s clear he’s now in the flow of things.
‘Who’s that?’ I point to a woman standing near a fireplace, her body rigid as an older man and woman try to engage her in conversation. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about her that makes me think she’s a Rettling and not just a member of the court. She has a circular tattoo for Wrohelm on her upper arm, which I can’t imagine anyone who wasn’t from here would ever get, though she seems to be observing her surroundings intently. Not only that, but there’s an anger radiating from her, a tightness to her frame, as though she’s only here because she has to be. It feels remarkably familiar.
‘You don’t know Estel?’ Jonas says. He shakes his head slightly, as though he’s realised his mistake. ‘Of course. You were already gone when her sister was stripped.’
‘Her sister was stripped? What, why?’
My stomach does something between a drop and a somersault. Another noble stripped? But just the sister, not the whole family. Her ‘crime’ can’t have been as severe as ours.
The three of us are staring at Jonas, waiting for his response, but it appears his reticence has returned. Regardless of his revelations over the last five minutes, he’s clearly not a gossip. I find that I like that about him.
‘What did the sister do?’ Llinos repeats my question. ‘Why was she stripped?’
