Darkness descends hours later. Our guards erect a tent and start a campfire in a nook near the canyon wall. Natesa and I are not invited to join them. We will spend our night as we did our day, inside the carriage.
One of the soldiers, a boy younger than I am, with bowed head and nervous hands, brings us stones warmed in the campfire to tuck beneath our blankets. Along with the stones, the boy soldier delivers a meal of charred flatbread and spiced nuts.
“Where is the silk tent?” Natesa whines after he leaves. “Down cots? Rich foods and doting servants?”
I pop a cashew into my mouth. Why does she expect opulence? We are in the wilds. Considering the soldiers’ rustic sleeping arrangements, I am thankful for our privacy and comfort. My single grievance so far is the size of the carriage. I have nowhere to escape from Natesa’s grumbling. Thank the gods for crunchy food.
“I don’t see how we are expected to be confined in this . . .”
Chew. Chew. Chew.
“The blanket is hardly big enough to cover my . . .”
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
“They didn’t offer us hot water to wash.”
I reach for more nuts, but I have eaten all of them. I scrunch the paper funnel in my fist with a sigh. That is the end of my peace.
Natesa glares. “You ate them all?”
I send her a long look. I am not dense. She does not seek a sympathetic ear from me. She simply does not know what to do with herself if she is not complaining.
A rap comes at the door, and the boy guard comes inside. “Captain Naik wants the lamps extinguished.”
“Your captain cannot order us about. We are his betters.” Natesa states each word with venom.
Past the soldier, I see guards kicking snow onto the campfire, dousing the flames. More snow drifts down from the night sky in thick, feathery flakes.
“How will you sleep in the cold?” I ask.
The young soldier smiles shyly. “We have warmed stones for our beds too, Viraji.”
My heart jolts at the endearment. Viraji. Intended queen.
“You cannot expect us to sleep in the dark,” Natesa says, voicing her infantile fears. She turns up her nose. “We have no reason to trust our entourage will not defile us.”
I would be lying if I said that thought had not crossed my mind. I am uncertain what to make of these men. Their great strides eat up the land, and they grow dark hair on their faces. They are organized, well trained, and strangely subdued. They are our protectors, but it is too early to tell if they can be trusted.
“Guards are forbidden to touch any woman of the rajah’s court,” the boy guard says, “by pain of death.” His grave frown ages him many years.
I do believe that the rajah has honored this threat, and the boy has witnessed the punishment. “How long have you been in the army?” I say. “What is your name?”
“Manas.” He puffs out his chest. “I have been a soldier for two years. After I lost my family, the rajah took me in as his boot-shine boy. I joined the army on my fourteenth birthday.”
“Fascinating,” Natesa drawls.
Manas ducks his head, blushing. “I will leave you to your rest.”
He goes, and Natesa shrills at the door, “How can they expect us to sleep without a light? Captain Naik is—”
“Our guide to Vanhi. Be civil to him, if you know how.” I blow out the oil lamp and pull up my blanket.
Natesa settles down on the bench across from mine, punctuating her movements with angry huffs. I do not fear the night. When I close my eyes, tiny lights glow behind my eyelids. Jaya says that they are residual daylight, but I think of them as inner guiding stars.
The soldiers quiet outside, and, soon, only the wind knocks at our door. Under night’s velvet cloak, I ache to be home. I want my cot, my bedchamber, and Jaya. I cannot relax without her steady breathing lulling me to sleep. I miss her fingers running through my hair and the echo squeeze of her hand. I wonder if she regrets saying that she will wait for me.
I sit up and see that Natesa is asleep. I quietly lift the curtain and peer out the window. We did not travel far today. The snow and ice slowed our descent.
Seeing the observatory light from the north tower may help me rest. Grabbing my slingshot and stones, I creep out of the carriage with my blanket wrapped around me. There is no sign of a guard on watch in the silent, still camp. Muted light from above adds an ethereal glow to the snowy landscape, and the freshly fallen snow muffles my steps up the road. Cold pries at my skin with jagged nails, yet I push on.
I round a bend and look back. The carriage is long out of sight, my footprints the only guide to camp. Shivers rack my body. This is ridiculous. I could freeze before finding the temple. But I have come this far, and I do not know if I will be back.
I face forward. One more rise.
The path steepens. I stumble over the tail of the blanket and fall, catching myself with my hands. My fingers are ice. I wrap the blanket closer and stand. Almost to the top.
I crest the hill, legs and lungs burning. I promise myself that regardless of what I see, I will turn around at the top. I look to the darkened skyline and skim for the beacon. Nothing.
I set my jaw against a torrent of tears. Healer Baka would advise me not to look back, but all I see before me is my death. I will not survive the rank tournament. I will never see Jaya again. But I promised her that I would try.
Shoulders hunched, I retrace my footsteps in the snow. On the second slope, my footprints intersect with another’s. The tracks, nearly twice as long as mine, split off the road and disappear into the trees. My pulse quickens, and my breaths slow to deliberate streams. I load my slingshot and aim at the forest.
Captain Naik steps out from the shadowed tree line. I aim between his dark, calm eyes.
“You shouldn’t have left camp,” he says.
“How long have you been following me?”
“Since you left. Lower your weapon, Viraji. I won’t harm you.”
“I know that.” A partial lie. I am cautious of his size, his strength, and his foreignness. Even so, each time we meet, my desire to stare at him grows. Am I intrigued by his being a man, or is this feeling singular to him?
I lower my slingshot and trek swiftly down the road.
Captain Naik trails me at an obligatory distance. “I followed you for your protection. I thought you might be running away.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then what were you doing?”
I stop and glower at him. I would rather not answer, but I cannot have him thinking that I will try to escape. I am here, and, as unhappy as that makes me, I have to stay. The Sisterhood does not take back claimed wards.
“I wanted to see the temple beacon,” I say.
His pensive stare husks away my annoyance at him for following me.
“I don’t know if I will see my home again,” I say.
The captain’s stare lengthens, his eyes softening with every ragged beat of my heart. He smiles a little. “Follow me.”