I turned so that my back was facing the wall. “I’ll dress myself and I’ll do it privately.”
Tobias opened his eyes. “Will everyone speak quieter? I have a terrible headache here!”
“Sage’s back is bleeding again,” Roden said to Errol.
Everyone’s eyes turned to me. Errol walked between me and the wall. A gasp escaped his lips, then he said, “This is a new wound. Where did it come from?”
I shrugged, not yet ready with an explanation. Whatever I said, it’d have to be a lie. Although the truth would ruin Tobias’s last hope to become the prince, it did me no favors either.
Errol gave up asking for details and said, “The cut isn’t so deep, but we have to take care of it.”
“Just give me a bandage and I’ll wrap it myself,” I said.
Errol shook his head and left the room. It was a good thing the two weeks were almost ended. I doubted whether he could tolerate me for much longer.
“I’m already dressed.” Roden scowled at his servant, who was tugging at his shirt. “Get out!”
“You’re dismissed too,” Tobias told his man, a new servant who avoided me as often as possible. “We need to talk in private. Shut the door behind you.”
Immediately after we were alone, Roden leapt across the room, grabbed Tobias by the shoulders, and shoved him hard against the wall. “You did that to him? Were you going after me next?”
“Check me for a knife if you think I did it.” Tobias looked sideways at me. “I don’t have anything that could make a wound like that, do I, Sage?”
“You’re afraid of what Roden would find if he searched?” I asked.
Tobias threw up his hands, and Roden pulled back Tobias’s blanket and checked his pillow. Then he lifted Tobias’s mattress and gasped.
Tobias’s face paled as Roden withdrew the knife Tobias had used against me the night before. Dried blood still stained the tip of the blade. I’d made sure of that.
“How’d that get there?” Tobias whispered. His eyes narrowed as they met mine. “Oh, of course. Well, Sage has a knife too.”
“Do you think so?” I said. “I’m sure the kitchen staff will find there’s only one knife missing.” But I let Roden search my things anyway. No knife was there, and Tobias’s face paled even further.
s released my arm, then said, “Don’t try anything with me. I’ll keep this knife ready if you do.”
I stumbled away from him, my head spinning. “What am I going to try in here? You know that if you’re this paranoid as king, it’ll eat you alive.”
“Maybe King Eckbert should’ve been more paranoid. Then he wouldn’t be dead right now.”
I stopped and grabbed on to the wall for support. It took every bit of my concentration not to be sick all over him.
“You okay?” Tobias asked. Not that he cared. When I began walking again, he followed, adding, “What’s the point of wandering around here every night?”
The sting gradually eased. It was still fierce, but the whipping had hurt worse. Maybe he hadn’t cut me as badly as I first thought.
“Conner has you and Roden in his control,” I said. “Not me.”
“Not me either,” Tobias quickly said, but from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that even he didn’t believe it.
“I’d like to go to our room now,” I said. “I’m tired and you hurt my back.”
“I’m not apologizing for that. I’d rather keep you weak.”
“What a person of honor you are.”
Tobias snorted. “A statement like that, coming from you?”
That brought a faint smile to my face. “Then let’s hope Conner chooses Roden, so that Carthya has some hope of an honorable king.”