The Wheel of Osheim (The Red Queen's War 3)

How much did she know already? I couldn’t see the Silent Sister amongst the crowd. I straightened myself before the Red Queen, now hunched in her chair, and there in the half-light I told Vermillion’s tale. And among all that talk of burning half the city to save what lay within the walls, of her son’s treachery, and of my brothers’ deaths . . . I quite forgot to lie.

“And now we’re riding to Osheim with Loki’s key on the steward’s instructions.” A silence followed my last words. I waited for judgment.

“It is what it is.” Grandmother sounded tired. I’d never seen her tired before.

“I offer you the key, your highness.” I went down on one knee and held the key up in both hands. The old desire to keep it had largely eroded since it became apparent that the key was my ticket to Osheim. “I’m sure it would unlock the Lady Blue’s tower for you.”

“When I most wanted this . . . you gave it elsewhere.” She leaned forward, a gnarled hand reaching. “You seemed to have strong opinions regarding my brother’s right to determine the fate of this key.”

I kept my mouth shut, knowing it would only dig me a deeper hole. The key felt icy across my palms—as if it might slip away any moment.

The queen’s fingers extended toward Loki’s gift, lie-dark and gleaming. “No.” The hand became a fist. “Garyus deserves our trust . . . my faith. You will take this to Osheim and undo the Builders’ folly.”

A sigh escaped me and looking up I closed a hand about the key. “Send someone more suited to the task?”

Grandmother favoured me with a rare smile, albeit a grim one. “It was you who reminded me of my brother’s worth, Jalan. I wouldn’t support his plan only to gainsay his choice of champion.”

“Champion?” I widened my eyes at that, unable to entirely stamp out the burst of foolish pride rising through me.

“Besides,” she said. “You have the Northman with you. He seems capable.”

I begged for an escort north of course, but Grandmother insisted that Red March soldiers would draw more trouble than they averted while travelling through the fragments of empire. I countered that they could travel unmarked by uniform or device, but she repeated Garyus’s nonsense about small groups passing unchallenged where larger ones would draw notice. The actual surprise came when she turned down my offer to unlock the Lady Blue’s tower.

The Red Queen led me from her tent. “Mora Shival’s wall will not withstand my sister for much longer.”

It took me a moment to reconnect the Lady Blue with her name—I preferred to think of her as a title. A name made her too human. Once she was young, like me, like Kara. Thinking of her that way was uncomfortable. Time’s river would carry us on, twisting with each eddy of the current . . . and what might we turn into?

“But . . . a twist of the key and . . .” I mimed the opening of gates.

We stood alone, a rain-laced wind tugging our cloaks, a score of guards ten yards back, and before us the mirrored finger of the Lady Blue’s tower, aiming at heaven.

“They say no wrong-mage has ever left the Wheel.” The Red Queen kept her eyes on the mirror-wall as if seeking some meaning in the distortion there. “They are incorrect. Two have. Mora Shival was one of the two who escaped. She has a gate within her tower. A marriage of her arts and the science of the Builders. A fractal glass. Most of her mirror-doors are broken now, and those that survive will break when this wall is broken. The fractal glass, though, that one will survive and it leads to—”

“Osheim.”

Grandmother inclined her head.

“Wait. If she can run to Osheim why doesn’t she go there now? You’ve said yourself armies are no use there. The Wheel is a better defence than this wall of hers.”

“The heart of the Wheel is hard to endure, even for a wrong-mage. The lady has been weakened of late. She has lost too many reflections to wait in Osheim without great risk. She would only run there if no other alternative presented—or at the end of things when little time remains to the world.

“While we knock on her wall her attention is kept here, her strength employed to maintain her defences. You will have to find and destroy her exit in Osheim. That will be the time to fracture her barricades—when she has nowhere to run. No bolthole. That is when we shall hold her to account.” The Red Queen’s jaw tightened as if she imagined that moment. “When you do it my sister will know, and we will act.”

“You haven’t seen Osheim—it’s huge—how can I hope to find one mirror?” As if turning off the Wheel’s engine wasn’t impossible enough, now I had a needle to find in a haystack five miles wide.