I was sitting on a crate at the back side of the tent, looking out over the field where we had played. It was difficult to concentrate with Fink’s relentless talk, but eventually he became background noise, just a louder version of a chirping bird.
The field was empty now. The grasses had been laid flat by more than one game played there, but in the center of it all, a single wildflower caught my attention. It was bright purple and stood erect where a hundred others around it had been smashed. I wondered if it had somehow escaped harm, or if it had been stepped on before but refused to lie down.
After a while, Erick came to see me. He propped a crate beneath himself, then dismissed Fink, who said he had to find some food for his rat anyway.
“I’ve been thinking about what you did this morning with King Vargan,” he said.
I remained silent, though I had been thinking about it too. I felt lucky that it had worked out as well as it did, but that’s all it was: luck. I couldn’t hope to do what I needed to with the pirates based only on luck.
“How do you like it here, amongst my thieves?” Erick asked, changing tack.
“They’re as fine a collection of liars, brutes, and criminals as I might’ve hoped to be kidnapped by.”
“I think you wanted us to kidnap you from that tavern.”
With a slight grin, I said, “Actually, I hoped the pirates would’ve taken me that night. It would’ve saved me some time.”
“You’re a living paradox, Sage.” I felt the weight of his gaze as he added, “That bald man in the noble’s house immediately knew who you were. He clearly respected your reputation as a thief, or at least, he wasn’t happy to see you there.”
“He definitely was surprised,” I agreed.
“And for reasons you won’t share, you are obviously not on friendly terms with the king. Why is that? Did you commit some crime against him?”
“No.” Not yet anyway.
“Yet I’ve never heard of you. How is that possible?”
“I’ve spent my time in Carthya. I’m only here in Avenia because it’s gotten too dangerous for me there.”
“Ah. That’s why you didn’t want that noble to see your face. And why you couldn’t leave the bald one there alive.”
Not exactly, but Erick seemed content with his own explanation so I let him keep it.
“And if I bring you to the pirates tomorrow, will you go as their friend or enemy?”
“Neither,” I said. “There’s just nowhere else I can do what I have to do.”
“To get that treasure?” Again, I didn’t respond and Erick continued, “Listen, I’ll do everything I can to get them to accept you, but they’re always a dangerous group. More so in your case because there’s no history between you and them.”
I looked away, amused by the irony of his words. Erick didn’t seem to notice. He continued, “It’s not too late to change your mind. You think you want to be with the pirates, but I can sense your hesitation. Whatever you really want in your life, you could have it here.”
He spoke closer to my heart than he realized. I thought about those things I wanted most, the freedom to be who I wanted, to go where I wanted, and to live a life of my own choosing. It was true. I could have that here, away from the politics and pretense of Drylliad. Away from endless duties and obligations, and even from the fear and anger that had driven me this far. Staying here would be so easy.
“Don’t answer now,” Erick said.
“I have to.” The words took effort to force from my mouth. “Because if I don’t, my answer might change and I can’t risk that. I’m going with you tomorrow.”
“Even if it means you’ll never leave there again?”
“Yes, even if.”
Erick smiled. “That was a test, Sage. Though for a moment, I thought you might accept my offer.”
“For a moment, I thought so too.”
Erick clapped me on the back when he stood. “I suppose that’s the best I could ask for. Now go and get something to eat.”
Instead, I returned to my bedroll. Fink came over and watched me a moment before asking, “You hungry?”