before him, while he looks very much like Alexos, is at the same time altogether different: gaunt, wizened, brooding.
âAlexos?â Teo asks.
âMore or less, little man.â
âCarissa says youâre better nowâbut you look sad.â
âDo I?â His voice sounds empty.
âYes. You look different.â
Alexos turns his head away.
This isnât at all what Teo expected. Itâs probably his own fault. He should have said how much heâd missed Alexos, how heâd waited outside the sickroom all those afternoons, and how glad he is to see him again. That would have been so much nicer than saying he looks different and sad.
âWe could go fishing,â he tries, thinking that might cheer his brother up. âWe can take the boat out.â When Alexos doesnât move, just continues to stare at the moving water, Teo skips over and climbs into the skiff. The poles are already there, as they have been since the last time they went out on the river. Thereâs no fresh bait, but Teo hasnât thought of that. He just looks longingly at his brother. âCome on. Itâll be jolly.â
He hears a little groan thenâor was it a sob? Teo doesnât see any tears, but his brotherâs face is all twisted up, as if heâs about to cry. But at least heâs moving now, leaning on the cane, hauling himself up into a standing position. It looks hard. It looks like it hurts. But heâs coming, thatâs the thing.
Alexos struggles down the sharply sloping bank, then continues unsteadily along the waterâs edge to where the skiff is tied. Only then does Teo truly grasp that thereâs something terribly wrong with his brotherâs legs. Can he even climb into the boat? Of courseâ thatâs why heâs so sad!
Alexos leans down, one hand gripping the cane, the other fumbling with the rope. It would have been easier with both hands, but he manages to undo the knot. He pauses for a moment, still holding the rope, staring at Teo, who sits there waiting, confusion on his small, round face. Then Alexos flings the line into the front of the skiff and pushes hard against the bow.
The boat slips backward till the current catches it, spins it around, and starts to carry it downstream. Alexos continues to stand on the shore, watching. His face is so contorted with anguish, Teo wonders if he is dying.
11
AN ODD ASSEMBLY IS waiting in the room when Suliman arrives. Besides the usual house servants, thereâs a gardener, the side-door porter, a pair of humble laboring types, and one of the grooms. Suliman can feel the burning heat of their excitement: that blend of elation and anxiety, so common in moments of crisis.
âOh, my lord physician!â the gardener cries as Suliman comes in. âSuch a tragedy!â He claps a meaty hand to his chest to express the depth of his emotion. âI was the one who found him. And I didnât know what else to do but carry him back to the palaceâwith the help of these fine lads hereâand then to send for you. He isnât dead, my lord, but heâs quite insensible.â
Unwilling to take the manâs word for this, Sulimanmakes his way through the crowd, picks up the princeâs wrist, and feels for a pulse. He finds one, slow and steady. Then, satisfied, he returns his attention to the gardener.
âWhere was he?â Suliman asks. âPlease describe the circumstances.â
âDown by the river, my lord. Right at the edge of the water. He was still breathing when I came across him, so I knew he was alive. But he wasnât as he ought to be, neither. He wouldnât open his eyes or speak a word, no matter how much I talked to him.â
âDid it look to you like a simple fall? Anything else you want to add?â
âProbably just a simple fall. There wasnât any blood.â
âWas he lying facedown?â
âHe was.â
âNot in that