Unhewn Throne 01 - The Emperor's Blades

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“That son of a whore,” Lin cursed as she savagely scrubbed the blood from her cheek. Instead of reporting to the infirmary as protocol dictated, she and Valyn had made the walk down to the harbor, away from the chatter and stares of the central compound, in order to clean their wounds. “That ’Shael-spawned, ’Kent-kissing bastard.”

 

“It was Balendin,” Valyn said, probing the gash on his forehead. It would leave a scar, but then, he had plenty of those already.

 

“I know it was Balendin,” Lin snapped. “When I went for him, my ankle twisted as though I’d stepped in mud. Mud. We haven’t had rain in days.”

 

Valyn nodded. “Same for me. Something tangled my feet. I went down before I even realized what was happening.”

 

“Gent’s right,” Lin muttered. “Somebody ought to string them up. Every ’Kent-kissing leach on the two continents.”

 

Valyn eyed her carefully. “Even Talal?”

 

“’Shael can have Talal,” she spat back. “Oh, he’s nice enough,” she rushed on before he could interrupt, “but how can you trust him? How can you trust any of them? I don’t care if the Eyrie wants another edge.”

 

Valyn wasn’t quite sure he agreed with her, but after the afternoon’s ordeal, he wasn’t about to argue further.

 

“The bitch of it is,” Lin went on, “to anyone watching that fight, it looked like they actually won.”

 

“They did win,” Valyn observed.

 

“They cheated.”

 

“It doesn’t matter. We’re the ones who ended up facedown in the dirt. I want to smash out a few of Yurl’s teeth as badly as you do, but we’ve got to look at the thing straight on. There aren’t going to be any rules to hide behind when we start flying missions.”

 

“Spare me the ’Kent-kissing lecture,” she said, spitting a bolus of blood into the waves, then checking a tooth with her tongue. “It’s bad enough to lose to Yurl and Ainhoa without you scouring the wound with sanctimony.”

 

Valyn had been about to put a hand on her shoulder, but he leaned back now, stung by Lin’s bitterness.

 

“Don’t bark at me. I’m not the one who broke formation.”

 

She glared at him, then groaned in frustration. “I’m sorry, Val. I’m just burned because I’m sure that from the side of the ring, it looked like I slipped, like I just collapsed. People are probably still laughing about it back there.”

 

Something about the words bothered Valyn, and he looked out to sea, running them over again. His head still ached from the blow, and it took him a while to collect his thoughts. “What did you just say?” he asked.

 

“It looked like I just collapsed!” Lin said. “Nobody realized what really happened.”

 

Collapsed.

 

“Like Manker’s,” he said quietly.

 

“I like to think I’m a little more graceful than a termite-ridden alehouse.”

 

“I’m not talking about you or the alehouse. I’m talking about what brought you both down.”

 

Lin’s head shot up, and she stared at him, eyes bright and angry. “Holy Hull,” she breathed. “A fucking leach.”

 

 

 

 

 

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