fury.
He removed his hand and let her sit up. âWhat!â she cried, but she got no further before he crushed her to him in a smothering embrace.
âAll the gods be praised,â he whispered hoarsely. âI thought you were dead!â
Elen pushed herself away and stared at him. âWhatâs happened?â her voice was high and tight and the words came out almost as a squeak.
He stared back at her, disbelief dropping his jaw. Ash caught in the tangle of his hair. His chin was covered in stubble and sprinkled with yet more ash, as if he had rolled in a fire.
âYou ⦠you donât know?â he croaked.
âI only returned with the dawn. Yestin, whatâs
happened?
â
Stark disbelief bled away, replaced by sorrow. Tears welled up in the corners of her brotherâs eyes. âOh, Elen,â he whispered. âIt ⦠I ⦠While you were gone ⦠Urien came back.â
The scent of smoke, the sight of blood, the sorrow on her brotherâs face, all these piled on top of each other in Elenâs mind.
âMother?â she said, high and lost like a child.
Yestinâs face hardened instantly. âThey left her where she fell.â
The tears came at once, a great, blinding flood. She pressed her hand over her mouth to silence her own screams.
No! No! No!
howled her mind.
It cannot be! It CANNOT! They said Iâd come home safe to her! They promised Iâd come home safe â¦
And she was safe, safe with her family, which was all she had been promised. She had been gone just long enough to ensure that she remained safe while Urien â¦
âThey said â¦â Yestinâs voice broke as he said the words. âOh, gods, Elen, they said theyâd show all the West Lands the price for defying Urien.â
The world snapped into sudden, knife-edged clarity. Elen gripped both Yestinâs wrists hard. âWhat are you doing here?â she demanded. âThey must be searching â¦â
Yestinâs face was grim. âI will not leave her. Urien has said heâll take her head.â
Anger and outrage tore through Elen. To take an enemyâs head was to trap their spirit, lest they rise to take their revenge on their killer. There were arts that could make that head speak, to advise their murderer. Even if such arts were beyond Urien, even if he could not make Adara serve him in death as she had refused to serve in life, even then, he still meant the ultimate desecration and he meant for Adara to be trapped for eternity.
âMadyn and Til are drawing the sentries off,â said Yestin.
Mother, mother dead. Dead at Urienâs hand. Dead while Elen stood in a hall of gold and dreamed of casting off her world and her family ⦠guilt and shame burned with the rage in her blood.
Elen surged to her feet. Yestin reached for her, trying to find some comfort to give. âNo, Elen, youâre â¦â
âNo.â She slapped his hand away. âIâm going home.â
âYou canât. This is my â¦â
She rounded on him, her fury as reasonless as it was strong. âI was promised I be would returned safe to my home and family! I will
not
be safe home while my mother is defiled!â
Her tears had frozen inside her and her vision was perfectly clear. She strode ahead into the woods and let her brother follow, or not, as he chose. She could hear nothing but a strange ringing in her ears. Her face felt hot, as if she stood too near a great fire, but her hands were cold as ice. She was only distantly aware of her own motion. The trees seemed to pass by of their own volition, reaching out and touching her arms and shoulders gently, uselessly.
The woods opened before her, letting the cleared lands spread out. Where there should have been green rows of grain, there was black and trampled earth. She heard shouts, but they were distant, broken by the rumble of hooves, and a clash of metal, here, there.