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“Letting me see your thoughts.”
“I’m not letting you. You just can. I explained this–”
“Well, stop it!” I scowled. “Is it go
“I told you it would. Don’t you ever listen?”
He sounded like Mama for a minute there, scolding me for not being able to work magic proper.
“Apparently not,” I said, which is what I always told Mama when she asked me. Then: “You’re scared about the starstones.”
I wanted to see if it would bother him, me knowing what he was thinking. The way it bothered me. But he just gazed at me across the captain’s quarters and said, “Yes. The task’s impossible for a reason.”
There was this silence after he spoke, a place where I should’ve said, “The other one wasn’t.” But I kept my mouth shut.
“It has occurred to me,” Naji said, “and to the members of the Order I’ve spoken to, that the only way to escape the curse may be to die.” He shrugged. “And if that’s what I have to do–”
A coldness struck me in my heart, a hand come out to squeeze the life away from me. Naji felt it too. I could see it in on his face, the way his expression softened as he looked at me. It pissed me off. I didn’t want to care if he lived or died.
“We should get back,” I muttered, and I pushed past him and made my way back on deck.
We stayed in Arkuz for near a month, waiting for Queen Saida’s messengers to bring word of the starstones. One day I finally went to see her in her sun room, surrounded by guards and nobles and Marjani.
“Not yet,” she said, courteous and smiling. Marjani gazed at me apologetically. She looked different in a noblewoman’s clothes, her hair woven with ribbons and shells, her eyes lined with pale green powder. Like a right princess.
“You’ll be the first to know as soon as I hear something,” Queen Saida said. She took one of my hands in her own. Her skin was soft as silk. “I have twenty of my best men out looking for those stones.”
“You know I can captain the ship myself,” I said. “And leave Marjani here.”
Marjani jerked her head up toward me but didn’t say nothing. Queen Saida gave me a long, appraising look.
“I don’t lie,” she said. “My best men are looking for the stones.”
That made me blush. She didn’t even sound angry or nothing. Just a little disappointed in me, like I’d reminded her I wasn’t a noble after all. And it actually made me feel kinda bad.
Afterward, I wandered around the gardens, sneaking past the guards and servants and ladies sitting in the sun. I could hear birds singing to one another out in the jungle. You wouldn’t think you were in the city, there in the palace gardens.
I found a shady spot beneath some flowering bushes to sit and think. I was tired of hanging around Arkuz, waiting for something to happen. We were losing crewmen, too. You stay in a place long enough, they start thinking they like that place better. Especially a place like Arkuz. I couldn’t much blame them.
The thing was, I didn’t know if I wanted to find the starstones, not if it meant Naji would die. And the third task, the one about life coming out of violence – that didn’t even make any sense. Knowing magicians, it was probably just some roundabout way of saying he had to kill himself on the starstones.
Ana
I yelped and scrambled out from under the bushes, my knees and hands covered in dirt. Nobody was about but a sleepy-looking guard leaning up against his spear.
Stop worrying about me.
It was Naji’s voice, and it was coming from inside my head.
“Naji!” I whispered. “I told you to stay out of my head!”
He didn’t answer. I clenched my eyes shut and concentrated real hard, and I saw a window looking out over the jungle, and a bed draped with sheer curtains. He was in his room.
I stalked out of the garden and into the palace and right up to his room and pounded on his door until he answered.
“Ana
“Stay out of my head!” I shouted. I launched myself at him, aiming both of my hands for his chest, figuring I could at least topple him over. He grabbed me by the waist and swung me off to the side.
“You’re such an ass,” I told him.
He laughed. “Why? Because you couldn’t knock me down?”
“Cause you tossed me around like a rag doll. Good thing I didn’t have my pistol on me.”
“Yes,” he said. “Good for us all.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“I did want to tell you,” he said, his voice serious and eyes bright, which made me want to punch him, “that I do appreciate your concern for me–”
“What concern?” Even though I knew he knew.
“Thinking you could set sail on your own and find the starstones for me – I’m sure there’d be a great sea battle involved, lots of ca
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Don’t be absurd. You couldn’t even imagine the headache it would give me–” He stopped. “Actually maybe you could now. You haven’t been in sufficient danger for us to find out.”
“That ain’t what I meant. You want the starstones. So you can touch ’em and kill yourself and not have to deal with me no more.”
Naji blinked at me. “No,” he said. “That isn’t what I want at all.”
I could tell he meant it, his sincerity hanging over me like a storm cloud, but whatever it was he did want I couldn’t see.
Off in the corner of the room, I heard this soft thumping noise, like a rug being beaten. And when I tore my gaze away from Naji I actually screamed, Kaol help me, cause standing next to the open window was the biggest damn bird I’d ever seen.
It let out a big screeching caw.
“The hell is it?” I shouted, going for my knife. Naji didn’t move.
“An albatross.”
“A what?” But I knew it was a seabird, one of the big white ones Qilari sailors think signal luck – good or bad, I can never remember.
“There’s something tied to its foot.” Naji leaned forward and snatched something from the side of the bird’s leg. It was a little mother-of-pearl tube with a glass stopper. Naji pulled out the stopper and then drew out a second tube, this one made of paper. The bird cawed again and flapped its wings, stirring up the hot humid air.
“You think it’s for the queen?” I asked.
“The Jokja don’t communicate via albatross,” Naji said.
The bird cawed again. Then it pecked at Naji’s hand, the one holding the paper. Naji frowned.
Another caw.
“It wants you to read it,” I said.
The bird lifted up its wings and hopped on the bed.
“See!”
Naji gave me a dark look, but he unrolled the paper, smoothing it out along his thigh. The writing on it was curved and ornamental, decorated with drawings of seashells and ocean waves. I leaned over his shoulder to read.
We hope this message reaches you with ease, Naji of the Jadorr’a. I am the Scrivener of the Court of the Waves and am writing to you at the behest of the King of Salt and Foam. The King would like to speak to you personally as soon as possible. He extends an invitation for you to visit the Court of the Waves. Regards, Jolin I.
“What?” I said. “The Court of the Waves? The hell is that?”
“I don’t know.” Naji slid the map out of the mother-of-pearl tube and unfurled it. The bird cawed – the sound of it made me jump – and then flapped its wings and lifted up into the air and out the window. I watched the bird fly away for a moment before turning back to the map. It showed the western stretch of the Green Glass Sea between the Island of the Sun, where the manticores live, and the Empire continent. There was a place marked in the middle of the water.
The mark was labeled: “We shall post sentries to help you find your way.”
“This is very strange,” Naji said.
“I don’t trust it.”
Naji frowned. “I don’t either. I shall ask the Order about it. Perhaps that will give us some insight.”