Wizard's First Rule (Sword of Truth 1)

“Give me my doll, or I’ll burn you up.”

“You wouldn’t dare….”

“Right now! If you don’t, I’ll set you on fire, and your skin will burn up.”

Princess Violet pushed the doll at her. “Here. Please, Rachel, don’t burn me. I’m afraid of fire.”

Rachel took the doll with her left hand, hugging it to her, still holding the fire stick against the Princess. Rachel was starting to feel sorry for her. Then she thought about how much her face hurt. More than it had ever hurt before.

“Let’s just forget all about this, Rachel. You may keep the doll, all right?” Her voice was getting real nice now, not mean like before.

Rachel knew it was a trick. As soon as there were guards around, she knew the Princess would say to chop her head off. Then Princess Violet would really laugh at her, and burn Sara up too.

“Get in the box,” Rachel said. “Then you can see how you like it.”

“What!”

Rachel pushed the fire stick a little harder. “Right now, or I’ll burn you up.”

Princess Violet walked across the floor slow, with the fire stick at her back. “Rachel, think about what you’re doing, are you really…”

“Be quiet and get inside. Unless you want me to burn you.”

The Princess got down on her knees and crawled inside. Rachel looked in at her.

“Go to the back.”

She did as she was told. Rachel shut the door with a clang and went to the drawer and got the key. She locked the iron door on the iron box, then put the key in her pocket. She got down on her knees and looked inside through the little window. She could hardly see the Princess’s eyes looking back in the dark.

“Good night, Violet. Go to sleep. I’m going to sleep in your bed tonight. I’m sick of your voice. If you make any noise at all, I’ll come over and light your skin on fire. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” came back the weak voice from the dark hole in the door.

Rachel set Sara down while she pulled the fur rug close and turned it over on the box, covering it all up. She went and bounced on the bed to make it squeak, to make Princess Violet think she was going to sleep in it.

Rachel smiled and tiptoed all the way to the door as she hugged Sara.

After she had gone all the way back the way she had come, through the servants’ passageways and to the door at the end, she looked carefully into the hall, and went down to the big door with the guards. Rachel didn’t say anything. She couldn’t think of anything to say; she just stood and waited for them to open the door.

“So that’s it, a doll you forgot,” the guard said.

She just nodded.

She heard the door clang shut behind as she went into the dark, to the garden. There were more guards than she was used to seeing. The regular guards had new ones with them, dressed different. The new ones looked at her more than the old ones did, and she could hear the regular ones telling them who she was. She tried not to let them see her looking back as she walked with her doll, holding it tight against her, trying to keep her feet from running.

The bundle with the bread with the box in it was where she had left it, under the flowers. Rachel pulled it out, holding it in one hand by the knot, while she held Sara to her chest with her other. As she walked through the garden, she wondered if Princess Violet still thought she was sleeping in the big bed, or if she knew it was a trick and was yelling for help. If she yelled for help, and the guards had come and found her in the box, they might already be looking for her. She had had to go the long way; it had taken a lot of time for her legs to take her under the whole castle and back up again. Rachel listened carefully for shouts, to see if they were looking for her yet.

She could hardly breathe, hoping she could get out of the castle before they chased after her. She remembered Mr. Sanders saying they were going to search the castle. She knew what they were looking for. They wanted the box. She had promised Giller she would get it away, so they couldn’t have it and hurt all those people.

A lot of men were on the walk at the top of the wall. When she got almost to the door through the wall, she slowed down. Before, there were always two of the Queen’s guard there. Now there were three men. Two she recognized—they wore the red tunics with the black wolf’s head, the Queen’s guard—but the other was dressed different, in dark leather, and he was a lot bigger. He was one of the new men. Rachel didn’t know if she should keep going or run away. But run away where? She had to get through the wall before she could really run away.

Before she could decide what to do, they saw her, so she kept going. One of the regular guards turned to lift the bolt. The new man put his arm up to stop him.

“It’s just the Princess’s playmate. The Princess puts her out sometimes.”

“No one goes out,” the new man said to him.

The regular guards stopped opening the door. “Sorry, little one, but you heard him, no one goes out.”

Rachel stood there with her mouth stuck shut. Her eyes stared at the new man while he looked down at her. She swallowed. Giller was depending on her to get the box out. There was no other way out. She tried to think what Giller would do.

“Well, all right,” she said at last, “it’s cold tonight, I’d rather stay in anyway.”

“Well, there you go then. You get to stay in tonight,” the regular guard said.

“What’s your name?” Rachel asked.

He looked a little surprised. “Queen’s lancer Reid.”

With her doll in her hand, Rachel pointed at the other regular guard. “What’s yours?”

“Queen’s lancer Walcott.”

“Queen’s lancer Reid and Queen’s lancer Walcott,” she repeated to herself. “All right, I think I can remember.” She pointed at the new man, the doll swinging back and forth by its arm when she did. “And what’s your name?”

He hooked his thumbs in his belt. “What do you want to know for?”

She hugged Sara back to her chest. “Well, the Princess yelled at me, to tell me to be put out tonight. If I don’t go out, she’ll be spitting mad, and want to chop my head off for not doing as she said, so I want to tell her who wouldn’t let me be put out. I want your names so she won’t think I’m making it up, so she can come and ask you herself. She scares me. She’s been starting to say to have people’s heads chopped off.”

All three of them stood back up a little and looked at each other. “That’s true enough,” Queen’s lancer Reid said to the new man. “The Princess is turning into her mother’s daughter. A little handful, what with the Queen letting her cut her teeth on the axe now.”

“No one goes out, those are our orders,” the new man repeated.

“Well, the two of us are for doing as the Princess orders.” Queen’s lancer Reid turned a little and spat. “Now, if you want her kept in, that’s fine by us, so long as it’s clear whose neck’s on the block. If it comes down to it, we told you to let her out, just like the Princess said. We’re not going to the block with you.” The other guard, Walcott, nodded that he agreed. “Not for the threat from a little girl, no taller than that.” He held his hand out, level with the top of her head. “I’ll not tell them we three big strong soldiers all agreed we thought she was dangerous. It’s your call, but it’ll be your head, not ours, if you go against the Princess. You’ll answer to the Queen’s axeman, not us.”

The new man looked down at her; he seemed a little mad. He looked back at the other two a minute, then down at her again. “Well, it’s obvious she’s no threat. The orders were meant to protect from threat, so I guess…”

Queen’s lancer Walcott started lifting up the heavy bolt on the door.

“But I want to know what she’s got there,” the new man said.

“Just my supper and my doll,” Rachel said, trying to make it sound unimportant.

“Let’s have a look.”

Rachel laid the bundle down on the ground and untied the knots, laying the corners back. She ha

nded Sara up to him.

He took Sara in his big hand, turning her around, looking. He turned her upside down and lifted her dress with his big finger. Rachel kicked him in the leg, hard as she could.

“Don’t you do that! Don’t you have no respect?” she yelled.

The other two guards laughed. “You find anything dangerous under there?” Queen’s lancer Reid asked.

The new man looked over at the other two, handing Sara back down to her. “What else have you got there?”

“I told you. My supper.”

He started to bend over. “Well, a little thing like you has no need for a whole loaf of bread.”

“That’s mine!” she yelled. “Leave it be!”

“Leave it alone,” Queen’s lancer Walcott told the new man. “She gets little enough. It look to you like the Princess overfeeds her?”

The new man straightened up. “I guess not.” He let out a deep breath. “Go on. Get out of here.”