“Nobody could have survived so many pirates,” Mott said. “Nobody on that ship did survive.”
“And they probably all had swords,” I said, swiping at empty air when Mott took a step backward. “So training me with one is useless.”
“Relax your body,” Mott said. “You’re too tense.”
“Why me?” I asked, lowering my sword. “Why am I here?”
“Why shouldn’t you be?”
“Tobias is smarter than me, and Roden is stronger. Apparently, I have only slight resemblance to what he feels the prince would look like today.”
Mott lowered his sword as well. “Tobias may be more educated than you, but I have no doubt you’re cleverer. Roden is stronger, but a strong heart will always overcome a strong body.” He smiled. “And as for the physical resemblance, it would help if you cut your hair and stood up straighter. I can’t see your face half the time you’re speaking. Now raise your sword. Your problem is that you’re trying to hit my sword. Hit me.”
“I’d hurt you.”
“This is a sword fight, Sage. That’s the idea.”
I raised my sword and lunged at him. He stepped toward me and slid his sword up the inside of my blade, then rotated and pushed it down. My sword fell from my hand and clattered to the ground.
“Pick it up,” Mott said.
After glaring at him for a moment, I picked it up, but I held it blade down, making it clear that I was finished with this lesson.
He frowned at me. “I had you figured wrong. I thought you’d be more of a fighter.”
“Fighting for what? The privilege of getting myself killed one day like Eckbert’s family? Even if I did what Conner wants, I’d never feel like a prince. I’d only be playing the part, nothing more than an actor for the rest of my life.”
“And what are you now?” Mott lowered his own sword. “You put on a façade of toughness, but I’ve seen you look frightened. You pretend to care for nobody, but I didn’t miss your reaction when Latamer fell. And you pretend that you could run from your family in Avenia without looking back, but I hear the tone of your voice when you speak of them. I don’t think you hate everyone half so much as you claim to. You’re an actor now, Sage. All Conner wants is for you to act on behalf of Carthya, rather than for yourself.”
Mott had hit closer to the truth than he realized. I didn’t want to think about my fears, or about Latamer, or especially about my family. I handed him the sword and said, “Thanks for the lesson, but I’ll never be a prince.”
“Interesting that you chose this sword, then,” Mott said. “It’s a replica of the one Prince Jaron once owned. If Conner can look at you and see a prince, then it’s about time you did the same.”
Mott escorted me back inside Farthenwood. It was clear that his orders were to see I was never left alone. He described to me in detail how the copy of Jaron’s sword had been forged only off a drawing Conner’s father once made from memory, since Jaron’s sword had been lost when his ship was attacked. I cared nothing about the story and didn’t even pretend to listen.
“I should probably go back to the dining room,” I mumbled.
“You’re sweaty now. A gentleman would never enter a dining room smelling as you and I do.”
“Then where?”
“Back to your room. Roden and Tobias will join you before too long.”
“There’s nothing to do in my room.”
“Get some sleep. Tomorrow begins your training for Conner’s plan, and I assure you it will be exhausting.”
“Are you going to chain yourself to me again?”
He smiled. “Of course not. But your room will be guarded. If you try to escape, the vigil will catch you and then notify me. Please believe me when I say you don’t want to disturb my sleep for a second night in a row.”
“Are you one of Conner’s servants too?” I asked Mott. “Does he own you?”
“I serve him, but he doesn’t own me. My father worked for his father, so it was natural I should work for the son. I believe in him, Sage. I hope in time you’ll believe in him too.”
“He killed Latamer. After telling him he was free to go, he killed him.”
“To be technical, Cregan killed Latamer, although it was on Conner’s orders.” Mott was silent for a moment, then said, “Master Conner is not aspiring to be a priest and asks for no hero worship. But he is a patriot, Sage, doing what he believes is best for Carthya. Latamer never should’ve been chosen to come with us. It was better that he die than fail in the challenges over these next two weeks.”