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“Quite tolerable.”

He cocked one brow. “I’ll show you.”

They stopped talking.

Chapter 35

In the morning, When Roshar saw their faces he rolled his eyes. “I want my tent back,” he said.

Kestrel laughed.

She loaded Javelin’s saddlebags, listening to the sounds of the army breaking camp: clatters and thumps, someone urinating against a tree, the jingle of horse tack, the sifting grate of dirt kicked over a fire. Javelin flicked his tail. Nearby, Arin was checking the hooves of his horse—a mare, one that took a moment for Kestrel to recognize. His previous horse had been left on the beach. This one’s master was prob ably dead.

Arin adjusted the saddle’s girth. As he ran his hands again over the horse, he said, “Why do you think we haven’t been attacked yet?”

She slowly buckled an open saddlebag.

He said, “This isn’t what I want to ask you.”

He had sleepless eyes, his mouth a little swollen, the deeply tanned skin somehow burnished. Kestrel thought that she, too, must look like this: polished by desire, the way a river stone holds a luster from having been made so smooth.

“I wish . . .” He caught himself, and from the way he was looking around the busy camp, she thought that Arin had almost said that he wished there was no war, or that they could lose themselves in each other without losing everything.

But this wasn’t entirely true for him or for her, and she needed to win the war as much as he did. “We haven’t been attacked because my father’s strengthening his foothold on the beach. Supplying his troops. Recovering, too. It was a costly victory for them. He doesn’t need to eliminate us now, when his forces will be stronger later. But he’ll move soon. He’ll take territory along the road all the way to the city.”

“Also?” Arin looked at her.

“Also,” she said reluctantly, “he thinks he’ll conquer the city with little trouble.”

“We’re herding ourselves into a trap.”

“Yes, but . . .”

He waited.

“It buys us time,” she said. “If we are retreating instead of simply seeming like we’re retreating, and his scouts report this, then when we’re able to find a way to counterattack it will catch him off guard. Sometimes it’s better to do instead of pretend—especially if you don’t intend to follow what you’re doing to the conclusion your enemy expects.”

“What do you intend?”

She stroked Javelin’s nose. “I’m not sure.”

“Black powder is the biggest problem. If the Valorians didn’t have so much of it, we’d stand a chance against them.”

“Well.”

“What?”

“I could destroy it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and crinkled his brow as he listened to her explain what she had in mind.

He didn’t like it.

“You know I’ll go anyway.”

He left his horse, dusting his hands free of the dirt from the animal’s hooves. When he came close, it felt as if she’d come in out of the cold and stood next to a fire. Arin touched the dagger at her hip and ran a thumb over the symbol on its hilt: the circle within a circle.

“The god of souls,” Kestrel said. “It’s his symbol.”

“Hers,” he corrected gently.

Kestrel wasn’t sure how long she’d known what the symbol meant. Maybe for a long time. Or maybe she’d only realized it last night. It was the kind of knowledge that, once it enters you, seems like it’s lived there forever.

His expression was soft and entranced and puzzled. “Do you feel changed? I feel changed.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He smiled. “It’s strange.”

And so it was.

“We could reach Lerralen by nightfall,” she said, “if we press the horses. Will you come with me?”

“Ah, Kestrel, that’s something you never need to ask.”

The sun was gone when they reached the wind-twisted bushes that hedged the beach. Beyond were the fires of the enemy’s camp; the blue-black air smelled of smoke and salt.

Kestrel cleaned her Valorian armor, strapped on a traditional-looking dagger she had taken from the arms supply wagon, and wordlessly handed Arin the one he’d made for her.

“I don’t love my role in this particular mission,” he said. “It’s mostly watching you saunter into danger.”

“You forget.”

“That? That’s nothing.”

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