skills.
The two wildmen who could still move crawled away, while the other one lay where the gyorn had tossed him, whimpering pitifully with his broken neck.
'It's a waste,' Raoden whispered. 'We could have used those men back in New Elantris.'
'I don't see what we can do about it.' Galladon said with a shake of his head. Raoden stood, turning toward the market section of Elantris. 'I do.' he said with determination.
They penetrated Shaor's territory so quickly and directly that they got nearly to the bank before they were noticed. Raoden didn't respond when Shaor's men began to howl-he continued to walk, resolute, focused on his goal. Galladon, Karata, and Dashe-Karata's former second was one of the few experienced fighting men left in Raoden's camp-accompanied him. Each nervously carried a medium-sized sack in his arms.
Shaor's men followed them, cutting off their escape. After the losses they had received over the last few weeks, there could only be a couple of dozen men left in Shaor's band, but those few seemed to multiply and shift in the shadows.
Galladon shot Raoden an apprehensive look. Raoden could tell what he was thinking. You'd better be sure as Doloken you know what you're doing, sule…
Raoden set his jaw firmly. He had only a single hope-his belief in the rational nature of the human soul.
Shaor was much the same as before. Though her men must have delivered some of their spoils to her, one would never have known it from her screaming.
'Bring me food!' she wailed, her voice audible long before they entered the bank. 'I want food!'
Raoden led his smaII group into the bank. Shaor's remaining followers filed in behind, approaching slowly. waiting for their goddess's inevitable command to kill the intruders.
Raoden moved first. He nodded to the others, and each dropped their sacks. Corn spilled across the uneven floor of the bank, mixing with the slime and falling into cracks and crevices. Howls sounded behind them, and Raoden waved his people to the side as Shaor's men descended upon the corn.
'Kill them!' Shaor yelled belatedly. but her followers were too busy stuffing their mouths.
Raoden and the others left as simply as they had come.
The first one approached New Elantris barely a few hours later. Raoden stood beside the large fire they had kindled atop one of the taller buildings. The blaze required many of their precious wood scraps, and Galladon had been against it from the start. Raoden ignored the objections. Shaor's men needed to see the fire to make the connection-the leap that would bring them back to sensibility.
The first wild man appeared out of the evening's darkness. He moved furtively, his stance nervous and bestial. He cradled a ripped sack. a couple of handfuls of grain clutched within.
Raoden motioned for his warriors to move back. 'What do you want?' he asked the madman.
The man stared back dumbly.
'I know you understand me,' Raoden said. 'You can't have been in here long-six months at the most. That's not enough to forget language, even if you want to convince yourself that it is.'
The man held up the sack, his hands glistening with slime.
'What?' Raoden insisted.
'Cook.' the man finally said.
The grain they'd dropped had been seed corn, hardened over the winter to be planted in spring. Though they had most certainly tried, Shaor's men wouldn't have been able to chew or swallow it without great pain.
And so. Raoden had hoped that somewhere in the back of their abandoned minds, these men would remember that they had once been human. Hoped that they would recall civilization, and the ability to cook. Hoped they would confront their humanity.
'I won't cook your food for you.' Raoden said. 'But I will let you do it yourself.'
CHAPTER 32
So, you've returned to wearing black, have you, my dear?' Duke Roial asked as he helped her into the carriage.
Sarene looked down at her dress. It wasn't one that Eshen had sent her, but something she'd asked Shuden to bring up on one of his caravans through Duladel. Less full than most current trends in Arelish fashion, it hugged rightly to her form. The soft velvet was embroidered with tiny silver patterns. and rather than a cape it had a short mantle that covered her shoulders and upper arms.
'It's actually blue, Your Grace,' she said. 'I never wear black.'
'Ah.' The older man was dressed in a white suit with a deep maroon undercoat. The outfit worked well with his carefully styled head of white hair.
The coachman closed the door and climbed into his place. A short moment later they were on their way to the ball.
Sarene stared out at the dark streets of Kae. her mood tolerant, but unhappy. She couldn't, of course, refuse to attend the ball-Roial had agreed to throw it at her suggestion. However, she had made those plans a week ago, before events in Elantris. The last three days had been devoted to reflection; she has spent them trying to work through her feelings and reorganize her plans. She didn't want to bother with a night of frivolities, even if there was a point behind it.
'You look at ill-ease, Your Highness,' Roial said.
'I haven't quite recovered from what happened the other day, Your Grace,' she said, leaning back in her seat.
'The day was rather overwhelming,' he agreed. Then, leaning his head out the carriage's window. he checked the sky. 'It is a beautiful night for our purposes.'
Sarene nodded absently. It no longer mattered to her whether the eclipse would be visible or not. Ever since her tirade before Iadon, the entire court had begun to step lightly around her. Instead of growing angry as Kiin had predicted, Iadon simply avoided her. Whenever Sarene entered a room. heads turned away and eyes looked down. It was as if she were a monster-a vengeful Svrakiss sent to torment them.
The servants were no better. Where they had once been subservient, now they
ger.
cringed. Her dinner had come late, and though the cook insisted it was because one of her serving women had suddenly run off, Sarene was certain it was simply because no one wanted to face the fearful princess's wrath. The entire situation was putting Sarene on edge. Why, in the blessed name of Domi, she wondered, does everyone in this country feel so threatened by an assertive woman?
Of course. this time she had to admit that woman or not, what she had done to the king had been too forward. Sarene was just paying the price for her loss of temper.
'AII right, Sarene,' Roial decIared. 'That is enough.'
Sarene started, Iooking up at the elderly duke's stern face. 'Excuse me, Your Grace?'
'I said it's enough. By all reports, you've spent the last three days moping in your room. I don't care how emotionally disturbing that attack in Elantris was, you need to get over it-and quickly. We're almost to my mansion.'
'Excuse me?' she said again, taken aback.
'Sarene,' Roial continued. his voice softening, 'we didn't ask for your leadership. You wiggled your way in and seized control. Now that you've done so. you can't just leave us because of injured feelings. When you accept authority, you must be willing to take responsibility for it at all times-even when you don't particularly feel like it.'
Suddenly abashed by the duke's wisdom, Sarene lowered her eyes in shame. 'I'm sorry.'
'Ah, Princess,' Roial said. 'we've come to rely on you so much in these last few weeks. You crept into our hearts and did what no one else, even myself. could have done-you unified us. Shuden and Eondel all but worship you, Lukel and Kiin stand by your side like two unmoving stones, I can barely unravel your delicate schemes, and even Ahan describes you as the most delightful young woman he's ever met. Don't leave us now-we need you.'
