Free Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder

uncertain of its inner layout. The basic shape of the castle itself eluded me, having never seen it from the outside.
      The prison carriage that had brought me to the castle had been a square box with airholes. I had refused to peer out like some caged animal. When I reached the castle, I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to block out the anguish of being chained, groped and dragged to the dungeon. I guess I could have focused on potential ways to escape, but I had accepted my punishment when I had killed Reyad.
      As much as I hated to ask the guards for directions to my room, I had no choice. Wordlessly they guided me through the castle. One walked in front, the other followed. Only after the lead man inspected my room was I allowed inside.
      My uniforms hung undisturbed in the armoire. But instead of being hidden inside a drawer, my journal lay open on the top of the desk. Someone had read my impressions of poisons and other information. The queasy feeling in my gut was replaced by a cold, hard sensation. The mouse had died, reflecting my sour mood perfectly.
      I suspected Valek. He was bold enough to have gone through my personal papers. He had probably even reasoned that it was his duty to make sure I wasn’t plotting something. After all, I was just the food taster, and not entitled to any privacy.
      Grabbing the journal and uniforms, I left my room and headed for the baths. The guards waited outside while I soaked in the water. I took my sweet time. Valek and his test could wait; I wasn’t going to carry out his orders like some idiotic drone.
      Chased by Brazell’s guards, finding poison in almost all of my meals, and being wagered on like some damn racehorse didn’t cause me to be as angry as I was about Valek reading my journal.
      Arriving at Valek’s office, I cut off any smart remark he could make by demanding, “Where’s your test?”
      Amusement touched Valek’s face. He rose from behind his desk. Sweeping his arm with a dramatic flourish, he indicated two rows of food and drinks on the conference table. “Only one item isn’t poisoned. Find it. Then eat or drink your selection.”
      I tasted each item. I sniffed. I gargled. I held my nose. I took small bites. I spat. Some of the food had grown cold. Most of the meals were bland, making the poison easy to spot, while the fruit drinks masked the poison.
      Finishing the last item, I turned to Valek. “You bastard. They’re all poisoned.” What a nasty trick; I should have suspected he would pull a stunt like that.
      “Are you sure?”
      “Of course. I wouldn’t touch anything on that table.”
      Valek’s gaze was stony as he walked toward me. “I’m sorry, Yelena. You’ve failed.”
      My heart plunged into my stomach. The dead mouse resuscitated and began to gnaw holes in my gut. I searched the table. What had I missed?
      Nothing. I was right. I challenged Valek to prove me wrong.
      Without hesitation he raised a cup. “This one is clean.”
      “Drink it.” I remembered that cup. It was laced with a bitter poison.
      Valek’s hand wavered a bit. He sipped. I bit my lip. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was the cup next to it. Valek held my gaze as he rolled the liquid around his tongue. He spat.
      I wanted to jump, to cheer, to dance little circles around him. Instead I said, “Blackberry poison.”
      “Yes,” Valek said. He alternated between examining the cup in his hand and absentmindedly staring at the rows of cold food.
      “I passed?”
      He nodded, still distracted. Then he walked to his desk, and he gently placed the cup down. Shaking his head, he picked some papers up only to put them back unread.
      “I should have known you would try to trick me.”
      My heated tone drew his eyes. I wished then that I’d remained silent.
      “You’re all fired up. And it isn’t because of the test. Explain yourself.”
      “Explain? Why do I have to explain? Maybe you