“You know your knife wounds.”
“I heard the chef say this morning that one of his knives has gone missing. He keeps them sharp. That’s why you were kneading bread, to get close to the knife block.”
“Actually, it was to keep Tobias away from the knives. He’d already stolen one, and that was as much damage as I wanted him able to cause me.”
I thought that would at least get a smile or a chuckle, but she continued as if she hadn’t heard me. “I checked first thing this morning. The knife you took is back in its place, and I found a few drops of blood on the floor.”
“I thought I had them all cleaned up.”
Frustrated, Imogen slapped at my bed. “Sage, please! Someone tried to kill you last night!”
“Not really. He just wanted me to think he could.”
“Why must you play these games?”
“Because now there are only two people competing to become the prince.”
Even without seeing her, I knew Imogen was frowning in disapproval. But she only said, “You know what I have to do now. It’s going to sting.”
“I’m getting used to —” I started to say before she pressed the wet towel to my back and made me howl.
Apparently, I’d reached the end of her sympathies. “Maybe you want Errol back,” she said.
“Maybe I do,” I moaned. “At least he wouldn’t scold me the whole time.”
“Someone should be scolding you,” she said. “If you’re not strong enough to handle all these injuries, you should stop getting them! You’ll never convince anyone you’re a prince this way.”
Imogen began to wrap a new bandage around me. This one had to go diagonally over my shoulder and down below the older bandage. After she knotted it, she noticed the change in my mood and said more softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’ll do fine in convincing them.”
I remained facing the wall. “What if I don’t? What if after Conner chooses me, they look at me and only see Sage?”
“Would that be so bad, just to be who you are?”
This time I looked back at her, grinning. “You mean other than being executed for stealing the crown?”
She laughed. “Yes, other than that.”
Then I grew serious again. “What about you? If you were in the court when I’m presented, would you bow to me?”
After a moment, she slowly shook her head. “I hope Conner chooses you, and I think if he does that you’ll be able to convince them. You’ll be a fine king one day, but I know too much. And I won’t bow to a fraud.”
I turned away as she left the room. Unfortunately, I understood exactly how she felt. Nobody should have to bow to a false prince.
As the day progressed, it became evident that I would eat better on this period of punishment from Mott than I’d eaten yet since coming to Farthenwood.
Tobias snuck me back better than half of his breakfast, and Errol left some food in my room while cleaning up, expressing false dismay after I ate that “it was food intended for somebody else.”
We were to remain in our room in private study because of Princess Amarinda being in the house, but after lunch was brought to us, Tobias gave me all of his lunch and Roden shared half.
“You owe me nothing,” I said to Roden.
“Not now, but if Conner does choose you, then I hope you’ll make the same promise to me that you did with Tobias, to save my life.”
“And will you make that promise to me as well?” I asked him.
Roden shrugged. “I can’t make Conner do what I want. Not even if I were king.”
I clapped Roden on the shoulder. “Then, for the sake of my life, I’ll have to continue hoping to be named the prince.”