“Since you’ve handled everything else so well, Sturmhond?”
“It might be wise if you didn’t call me that for a while.”
“And why is that?” I bit out.
“Because it’s not my name.”
The soldiers cantered to a halt in front of us, the morning light glittering off their rifles and sabers. A young captain drew his blade. “In the name of the King of Ravka, throw down your arms.”
Sturmhond stepped forward, placing himself between the enemy and his wounded crew. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Our weapons are at the bottom of the lake. We are unarmed.”
Knowing what I did of both Sturmhond and the twins, I seriously doubted that.
“State your name and business here,” commanded the young captain.
Slowly, Sturmhond peeled his sodden greatcoat from his shoulders and handed it to Tolya.
An uneasy stir went through the line of soldiers. Sturmhond wore Ravkan military dress. He was soaked through to the skin, but there was no mistaking the olive drab and brass buttons of the Ravkan First Army—or the golden double eagle that indicated an officer’s rank. What game was the privateer playing?
An older man broke through the lines, wheeling his horse around to confront Sturmhond. With a start, I recognized Colonel Raevsky, the commander of the military encampment at Kribirsk. Had we crashed so close to town? Was that how the soldiers had gotten here so quickly?
“Explain yourself, boy!” the colonel commanded. “State your name and business before I have you stripped of that uniform and strung up from a high tree.”
Sturmhond seemed unconcerned. When he spoke, his voice had a quality I’d never heard in it before. “I am Nikolai Lantsov, Major of the Twenty-Second Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and second son to His Most Royal Majesty, King Alexander the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne, may his life and reign be long.”
My jaw dropped. Shock passed like a wave through the row of soldiers. A nervous titter rose from somewhere in the ranks. I didn’t know what joke this madman thought he was making, but Raevsky did not look amused. He leapt from his horse, tossing the reins to a soldier.
“You listen to me, you disrespectful whelp,” he said, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, his weathered features set in lines of fury as he strode directly up to Sturmhond. “Nikolai Lantsov served under me on the northern border and…”
His voice faded away. He was nose to nose with the privateer now, but Sturmhond did not blink. The colonel opened his mouth, then closed it. He took a step back and scanned Sturmhond’s face. I watched his expression change from scorn to disbelief to what could only be recognition.
Abruptly, he dropped to one knee and bent his head.
“Forgive me, moi tsarevich,” he said, gaze trained on the ground before him. “Welcome home.”
The soldiers exchanged confused glances.
Sturmhond turned a cold and expectant eye on them. He radiated command. A pulse seemed to pass through the ranks. Then, one by one, they slipped from their horses and dropped to their knees, heads bent.
Oh, Saints.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mal muttered.
I’d hunted a magical stag. I wore the scales of a slain ice dragon around my wrist. I’d seen an entire city swallowed by darkness. But this was the strangest thing I’d ever witnessed. It had to be another one of Sturmhond’s deceptions, one that was sure to get us all killed.
I stared at the privateer. Was it even possible? I couldn’t seem to get my mind to work. I was too exhausted, too drained from fear and panic. I scoured my memory for the little bit I knew about the Ravkan king’s two sons. I’d met the eldest briefly at the Little Palace, but the younger son hadn’t been seen at court in years. He was supposed to be off somewhere apprenticing with a gunsmith or studying shipbuilding.
Or maybe he had done both.
I felt dizzy. Sobachka, Genya had called the prince. Puppy. He insisted on doing his military service in the infantry.
Sturmhond. Storm hound. Wolf of the Waves.
Sobachka. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
“Rise,” commanded Sturmhond—or whoever he was. His whole bearing seemed to have changed.
The soldiers got to their feet and stood at attention.
“It’s been too long since I was home,” boomed the privateer. “But I did not return empty-handed.”
He stepped to the side, then threw his arm out, gesturing to me. Every face turned, waiting, expectant.
“Brothers,” he said, “I have brought the Sun Summoner back to Ravka.”
I couldn’t help myself. I hauled off and punched him in the face.
Chapter
9
“YOU’RE LUCKY YOU didn’t get shot,” Mal said angrily.