Tobias gave a halfhearted smile. “Thanks for that, Sage, but at this point, you should start worrying about your own neck.”
Breakfast arrived soon after. I was as hungry as always, but Tobias barely ate a bite. Mott returned for us before I’d gotten too far into his meal.
“What’s going to happen to Sage and me now?” Tobias asked.
“The master has given no orders,” Mott said.
“Maybe not to you,” I said. “Where’s Cregan?”
Mott’s face darkened. “Why didn’t you tell Conner you’d lie for him, Sage? He stood right here and said he’d make you his prince. All you had to do was say you would lie.”
I set my jaw forward, but said nothing. Even if I were inclined to explain myself, which I wasn’t, I had no answer to give him.
Finally, Mott waved us to our feet. “It’s too late to go back now anyway. Come with me and bid the prince and the master farewell.”
We followed him into the entrance hall. Roden looked pale and terrified. I leaned against the wall and withdrew the garlin from my pocket and began rolling it over my knuckles. It was a nervous habit, and I admit that I felt a little nervous.
Tobias tried a different tactic. He fell on his knees before Conner, begging mercy.
“Please don’t have us killed,” he said. “Please, sir. Give me your word that we can leave here safely.”
“You ask for the word of a liar?” I asked. “Would you feel any better if Conner did promise us our lives?”
Tobias shrank even lower, but Conner stared at me, frozen. “What is that trick you’re doing?” he asked.
The knuckle roll came so automatically to me that it barely required my attention. “Sir?”
Conner’s hand flew to his mouth. “How can I have been so foolish? The devils must be laughing, for I nearly ruined everything!”
Roden opened his mouth to speak, but Conner hushed him and walked over to me, never taking his eyes off the coin in my hand. “Where did you learn to do that?”
I shrugged. “Any pickpocket can do it.” To demonstrate, I dropped the coin in Conner’s coat pocket. With my thumb and forefinger I withdrew the coin, then rolled it over my knuckles and into my palm. “It’s a good way to steal a coin because you can sneak it away without having to make a fist.”
Conner turned to Roden. “Can you do it?”
Roden shook his head. Tobias also shook his head before he could be asked.
ely heard him and only stared at the scrubbed area on the floor. Imogen caught my eye and offered a grateful and sympathetic smile. At least she was safe.
Conner turned to Roden. “Can you tell the lie, Roden, for the rest of your life?”
He sat up straighter. “I can, sir.”
Conner motioned to Imogen. “Bring the boys a supper here in their room. Each of you get a good night’s sleep because morning will come early. Roden, you are my prince. You and I depart for Drylliad after breakfast.”
Once I’m named as king, I’ll ask Conner not to kill either of you,” Roden said as we lay on our beds that night. “Maybe I can get him to exile you to another country or something and make you promise not to return.”
“By the time you’ve had the chance to talk with him, Cregan will already have carried out his orders,” Tobias said. “He’ll be quick with me, but what about Sage?”
He’d be anything but quick with me. Cregan had made that clear.
I arose from my bed and pressed open the secret door. “Where are you going?” Roden asked.
“If you’re running away, let me come,” Tobias said.
“I’m not running away and it’s none of your business where I’m going,” I snapped. “But I won’t lie here while we all talk about our deaths.”
Roden was still awake when I came back sometime later. He was sitting up in bed, staring forward but seeing little. “Why didn’t you run?” he asked. His tone was flat and lifeless. “You had your chance.”