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  “What happened to the baby?”

  Mauvin laughed. “It’s just a story.”

  “Although a woman did fall from that tower once,” Alric said.

  “Who?”

  “Nora always called her Rose.”

  They got back late because Alric had tied Mauvin’s number of frogs, and the prince wanted to beat his friend. They only gave up after both he and Mauvin fell into the pond while making desperate attempts to catch a rare red-spotted frog. As they were completely soaked, the call of a warm fire was more alluring than the title of Frog King.

  Overhead the clouds raced across the face of the full moon as if it were a light underwater and the surface was gliding past. A storm was coming, and as with all storms, Reuben felt uneasy. Guards had been looking for the prince, and the gates were opened before they reached them. Wet, cold, and tired, the three boys left Reuben without a parting good night. They disappeared into the castle keep, leaving Reuben the task of putting all four horses to bed.

  The wind shook the boards of the stable and spooked the animals as he pulled the saddles off and brushed them down. Reuben, who had only soaked his feet, was not terribly tired. He was used to harder days than frog hunting. More importantly he wanted to put off seeing his father. Richard Hilfred knew everything that went on at the castle and would have learned of his son going off with the prince and the young Pickering lords. If Reuben came back late enough, his father might be asleep. To this end, Reuben took his time brushing and feeding the horses before stepping back out into the empty courtyard.

  The wind had blown out several torches around the ward. The one at the well was out, as were the two near the front doors to the keep. The others were being whipped viciously. A distinct howling could be heard on the wind as it blew between the buildings, kicking up whirlwinds of leaves. The branches of the old oak, now nearly bare, were clacking against each other. The door to the woodshed alternated between creaking and slapping, and the chains on the well’s windlass were jingling as the bucket rocked.

  Looking up, Reuben saw it-a light in the top window of the high tower.

  He stared. Over the course of the last month, he’d seen a light in that tower twice, and each time someone had died. First old Chancellor Wainwright, then Clare Braga, who died in a horrible fire at the estate the king had just awarded to her husband. Reuben shuddered just thinking about it. Burning must be the worst way to die. Cuts and bruises didn’t bother him, but he touched a hot kettle once and the pain was unbearable for days. His father had slapped him just to stop his complaining.

  And then there was that story the prince had told. A chambermaid, a woman named Rose, who had killed herself. Could she be …? According to his father, his mother had died in childbirth. But the prince’s story explained so much, like why his father rarely spoke of his mother and his ill temper around Reuben’s birthday. But he wondered if he just wanted it to be true. Then his mother’s death wouldn’t be his fault and the light might be his mother returning to tell him he was innocent of a crime he had blamed himself for all those years.

  Reuben took three steps toward the castle, his neck craned, his eyes focused on the window, wondering if he could catch sight of his mother’s ghostly image. The light flickered as a shape moved between it and the window. Reuben held his breath, waiting, watching as the wind blew his hair.

  The light went out.

  He continued to stand before the front doors of the castle, looking up, but nothing happened. Did this mean there had been another death? Who could it be? Was it someone in the castle or far away? Having waited for more than two weeks for the light to reappear, now that it had, the moment felt empty. There was no bloodcurdling scream or a body falling to the courtyard. The night was like any other. Then, just as he was about to turn and head for the barracks, a shadow slipped out the window.

  If not for the moonlight bathing that side of the tower, and the fact that he was staring, he would not have seen her-a woman in a wind-whipped dress.

  Reuben held his breath, staring in shock. Is that her?

  The woman’s hands clung to the ledge while her feet felt for a toehold. She found it and dropped carefully to the decorative cornice below. There she cowered.

  She set the lantern on the window ledge, then jumped. On windy nights you can hear the scream she let out as she fell … and the splat when she landed.

  Reuben heard only the sound of crying.

  Who is it and what is she doing? Is this the ghost? Is it my…

  Slowly the woman inched around the side of the tower, toward where a small dormer roof extended. Hanging once more, she reached out with her feet and touched the spine of the dormer below and inched down farther. Then she slipped.

  Reuben gasped in horror as he watched her fall.

  She slid down the side of the peak and with a scream dropped onto the spire of the Winsome Tower. She clawed at the clay tiles as she continued to skid.

  Reuben took a step closer as if to help, but there was nothing he could do.

  As she reached the edge, her toes caught the lip. The woman lay on her stomach, pressed against the spire, crying in terror.

  Reuben stared, one of his hands covering his mouth. He waited to see what she would do next, but the woman didn’t move. She lay there, panting and whimpering.

  “There’s a wide balcony beneath you,” Reuben called up, not certain if he was speaking to a woman or a ghost. Her surviving the fall and catching hold of the roofline made her seem more than human. The hard part was done-assuming she wasn’t intent on suicide. Reuben saw how it was possible to make the rest of the trip. He waited, but the woman did not move.

  “You’re safe-well, sort of. Just drop and you’ll be okay, as long as you don’t land badly.”

  “I can’t!” the woman cried, though most of her voice was stolen by the wind. “I don’t want to die.”

  What is she talking about? She just climbed out a tower window!

  “Trust me. Just scoot off the roof you are on and lower yourself as best you can. Even if you fall, you’ll be okay. There’s a terrace right below you.”

  It took several minutes before he saw her move. She inched down, not daring to look. Her legs dangled, searching for something to support herself but finding only air. The strength of her arms gave out and she fell again, screaming once more.

  While not how he would have tried getting down, it worked nonetheless. The drop was longer than it looked from where Reuben stood and she disappeared behind the balcony’s wall. He feared she might have hurt herself until he saw her head appear.

  “Are you all right?”

  The head nodded.

  “Follow the wall to your left. You’ll find stairs.”

  She vanished from his view.

  A light returned to the tower window and Reuben looked up with anticipation, but no one else came out.

  He waited in the courtyard, trying to determine what had just happened. If it was the ghost, why hadn’t she jumped to her death again? Wasn’t that what ghosts did-repeat the past by reliving the moment of their death in eternal torment or something? If she wasn’t the ghost, who was she? And why would anyone climb out of the high tower window if they weren’t intent on suicide?

  I don’t want to die.

  It didn’t make any sense.

  One of the double doors to the keep opened. All he saw was a pale hand at first; then the face of a young woman peeked out.

  He had never seen her before. She was about his age, but her face was painted and she wore a dress the likes of which he had never seen. With a tight bodice and a plunging, shoulder-baring neckline, it might not be a dress at all but rather what women wore underneath them. She was still crying. He could see the tears on her face as they glistened and left dark streaks in her makeup.

  She shrank from him when he approached. “Please don’t kill me. Please … please…”

  “You’re all right. You’re safe. I won’t hurt you.”

  She stared at him wit
h frightened eyes, her hands shaking. “I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear.”

  “It’s okay. Just tell me what happened. Why did you climb out the window?”

  “They would’ve … they would’ve killed me if they discovered I was there. If they knew I heard what they said.”

  “Who? What are you talking about?”

  The girl’s eyes were locked on the light in the high tower.

  “Please,” she pleaded. “You have to hide me. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  The castle was alive with activity. Every window was alight, and guards, roused from their beds, strode across the courtyard to the keep. Reuben ducked back into the woodshed where he had hidden the girl. The shed was his sanctuary, the place he always went to be alone. Although tonight he was uncertain how long his little refuge would be safe. Outside, Reuben heard shouts for the gate to be sealed.

  What is going on? They say deaths always come in threes, and the light was in the tower…

  Since bringing her there, the girl had sat balled up on the cord of maple he had split the month before. All he could see clearly was a slice of her face illuminated by the moonlight that slipped through the crack of the door. Her cheeks were puffed and wet, her eyes red and glassy.

  “Do you hear that? The alarm has been sounded. If you want my help, you have to talk to me. Now tell me what’s going on,” Reuben said.

  She nodded and managed to swallow and take a breath. “I came for a party-a surprise party for someone.”

  “For who?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

  “You were invited to a party, but you don’t know who it was for?”

  “I wasn’t invited. I came to work.”

  Reuben was confused. That didn’t make sense. The castle had more than enough waitstaff. “What kind of-”

  “I was hired to pleasure the guest of honor.”

  “Huh?”

  The girl gave him a smirk. “How old are you?”

  “Almost sixteen, but I don’t see-Oh!” Reuben took a half step back as if the girl were a dangerous animal. “You’re a-”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Reuben had spoken to only a few girls. Occasionally he talked about the weather with Alice, the washwoman. She was a little older and never seemed interested in his conversations. And he was certain Grace, who polished the candlesticks and carried water from the well, made a habit of avoiding him. Girls made Reuben uncomfortable, and this one wasn’t just a girl. This was a … He had trouble even thinking it.

  “The party was in the tower, but like I said, it was supposed to be a surprise. So I was put in the wardrobe and when they told the guest of honor to look in the closet for his present, I was supposed to jump out. While I was there, two men came in and started talking. I figured any minute the door would be flung open, but they just kept talking. At first I didn’t really listen. I didn’t understand most of what was said anyway, a bunch of stuff about Imperialists and Monarchists and how Melengar would be one of the first.”

  “First what?”

  “I have no idea. But then I heard one say, ‘After we kill the king, we’ll begin making the changes.’ ”

  “Someone said what?” Reuben asked, even though he had heard her just fine.

  “He said they were going to kill the royal family. And I couldn’t figure out why they would say something like that with me in the room. Then I realized these two weren’t the ones who had put me in the wardrobe and neither of them knew I was there. When I heard them leave, I knew I had to get away. If either of them came to the party, they’d know I’d overheard what they’d said. I had to get out. I had to disappear.”

  “Why didn’t you just come down the stairs?”

  “I heard voices outside the door. It might have been them. The only other way out was the window. I thought I could climb down. I thought … but I slipped…” She started to cry again.

  “Do you have any idea who they were? Did they use any names?”

  She shook her head. “No, I didn’t hear anything like that. Please, I just want to go home.”

  “You can’t leave-the gate has been sealed.”

  The question was why? Maybe it had already happened. Maybe there had been an assassination. The girl might have been part of it. Looking at her, it seemed impossible, but he never would have thought she’d have climbed out of that window either.

  “Something bad has happened,” Reuben told her. “That’s why they’ve rung the alarm. If what you say is true, someone might have just tried to kill the king.”

  The girl closed her eyes and shook her head. “They’ll think I was part of it now-because I ran, because I climbed out the window. I wasn’t. I didn’t do anything. You have to believe me.”

  “Listen, just try and relax, okay?” Reuben wasn’t sure which of them he was talking to. His heart was still racing from seeing what he had thought was a ghost but what turned out to be a girl-a girl in trouble, one he’d found like a stray dog. He was thankful they had made it to the shed before the alarm was called. The smell of maple wood, like the smells of the stable, were familiar to him. He could think there. “I’ll just go and tell them what happened.”

  “No!” She grabbed him. “Don’t, please.”

  “But if you’re innocent, you’ll be fine.”

  “What if you tell the wrong person?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What if you tell one of the men who planned to kill the king? Even if you don’t, if the king is dead and they think I did it … they won’t listen to me. They won’t believe me. I just want to go home.”

  He couldn’t let her leave.

  Reuben ran a hand through his hair. He needed a better place to keep her, somewhere safe, hidden, and where she couldn’t get away-just in case she was lying.

  “Okay, this is what I’ll do. I know another place I can hide you. You’ll stay there and I’ll go see what’s happening. Then I’ll go to my father. He’s a sergeant at arms with the royal guard and it’s his job to protect the royal family. He’ll know what to do. Don’t worry-I won’t let anything happen to you. You just have to trust me.”

  “I trust you, I do. You didn’t have to hide me or help me when I was climbing down. But I don’t even know your name.”

  “Oh, yeah … sorry. I’m Reuben, Reuben Hilfred. What’s yours?”

  “Rose.”

  Reuben just stared for a moment. “Really?”

  She nodded. “Why?”

  “Ah … nothing. It’s just…” He reached out and took her hand. She may have thought it was to comfort her, but Reuben just wanted to make sure she was real. “Rose was my mother’s name.”

  CHAPTER 5

  AFTER THE PARTY

  Sergeant Richard Hilfred climbed the high tower’s steps two at a time, and in between wishing he was in better shape and concentrating on breathing, he imagined ways to kill Lieutenant Wylin.

  Why do things like this have to happen on my watch, when I’m responsible?

  He should have been notified of anything happening at the castle. How else could he be expected to provide protection for the royal family? Wylin-the little git that he was-had never said a word about a party for Captain Lawrence. Something had happened, and the entire castle was now on alert and Richard knew that somehow he would be blamed for the night’s fiasco.

  “Barnes!” Richard shouted. “Where is he? Where’s Wylin?”

  Sergeant Barnes was in the room at the top. The one that his son had become so fascinated with and the same one that made Richard so uncomfortable. There wasn’t much to it, just a round room of stone, long abandoned because it was out of the way, up too many stairs, hot in summer and freezing in winter. A harsh wind ripped through the open window, blowing curtains that were frayed and tattered. The chamber’s light came from a lantern on the table in the center. Littered with mugs and a picked-over tray of meats and cheese, it complemented the barrel of ale in the cor
ner. The only other furniture was an old wardrobe and a dusty bed.

  “I don’t know where the lieutenant is,” Barnes replied. He stood at attention, making Richard think he was being mocked. “Captain Lawrence ordered him to seal the gate.”

  Richard’s mouth was already forming his next words when he noticed why Barnes was so formal. They were not alone. Outside the immediate glow of the lantern light stood Lord Simon Exeter. His Lordship was near the window, in his floor-length white cape. Underneath he wore a black leather tunic with buckles down the front that looked like sutures, as if someone had sliced his chest open and then strapped him closed again. His thumbs were hooked in his sword belt as he stared at Richard with an amused scowl.

  “Your Lordship.” Richard snapped to attention.

  Richard didn’t like being around nobles any more than he liked being around bees. He knew that if he didn’t bother them, they wouldn’t bother him, but Exeter was like a wasp-he was known to sting for little or no reason.

  “I’m pleased to have you join us. I hope the alarm didn’t interrupt a pleasant dream. We wouldn’t want your duties to your king to get in the way of a good night’s sleep.”

  Richard chose his reply carefully. “I wasn’t asleep, Your Lordship. I’m the senior royal guard on duty this evening. It’s my responsibility to investigate any possible threats to the king.”

  “I see. You’ll forgive me if I conduct my own investigation.”

  “Of course, Your Lordship. I welcome any and all assistance.”

  Richard would have preferred to speak to Barnes alone, but as high constable, Exeter was the chief enforcer of the king’s law throughout Melengar. Every county or quarter sheriff, as well as each city constable, took their orders from him. He generally concerned himself with incidents beyond the castle’s walls, but Richard wasn’t about to challenge him over jurisdiction. Besides, Exeter was the Marquis of East March and the third most powerful man in the kingdom after the king and Chancellor Braga.