The Sentinel Mage

CHAPTER FORTY





KAREL CAUGHT YASMA as she exited the bedchamber. “What’s going on?” he asked in a low voice.

The little maid avoided his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m not a fool, Yasma. Something’s happening.”

“She’s taking less poppy juice. That’s all.”

Karel shook his head. It was more than that. The princess was more alert, yes, but her manner had changed too. She seemed purposeful. And that scared him. She’s up to something. “What’s going on?” he asked again. “Tell me, Yasma. Please.”

She looked up and met his eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Karel stared down at her. She was afraid. He saw it in her face. “Is it dangerous?”

Yasma bit her lip. She nodded.

Fear blossomed in his chest. “She’s not planning to run away?” If she was, what would he do? Help her, and sentence his family to bondservice again? Betray her?

“No, not that. Karel...” Yasma laid her hand briefly on his arm. “If you knew what it was, you’d agree with what she’s doing.”

“Tell me!”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I gave her my word.”

Karel clenched his hands, frustrated, helpless. He glanced at the door to the bedchamber. To question the princess, to demand answers, would mean his dismissal. “Yasma—”

“Trust her, Karel.”

“I do trust her!” Frustration made his voice harsh. “But how can I protect her if I don’t know what she’s up to!”

Yasma flinched. He’d frightened her.

Karel unclenched his hands. “I’m sorry, Yasma. I just...” He rubbed his brow with hard fingers. I want to keep her safe. He sighed. “If she gets into trouble, if either of you needs help...I’m here.”

Yasma smiled at him, sudden and sweet. “I know.”