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.“Idiot.” Celaena linked arms with him, tugging him up the stairs.“Come on.Let’s go to my rooms so you can debrief me like a proper gentleman.”Chaol snorted and nudged her with his elbow but didn’t let go.After a joyous Fleetfoot calmed down enough for Celaena to speak without being licked, Chaol squeezed every last detail from her and left her with the promise to return for dinner in a few hours.And after she let Philippa fuss over her in the bath and bemoan the state of her hair and nails, Celaena collapsed onto her bed.Fleetfoot leapt up beside her, curling in close to her side.Stroking the dog’s silky golden coat, Celaena stared at the ceiling, the exhaustion seeping out of her sore muscles.The king had believed her.And Chaol hadn’t once doubted her story as he inquired about her mission.She couldn’t quite decide if that made her feel smug, disappointed, or outright guilty.But the lies had rolled off her tongue.Nirall awoke right before she killed him, she had to slit his wife’s throat to keep her from screaming, and the fight was a tad messier than she would have liked.She’d thrown in real details, too: the second-floor hall window, the storm, the servant with the candle … The best lies were always mixed with truth.Celaena clutched the amulet on her chest.The Eye of Elena.She hadn’t seen Elena since their last encounter in the tomb; hopefully, now that she was the King’s Champion, the ancient queen’s ghost would leave her alone.Still, in the months since Elena had given her the amulet for protection, Celaena had come to find its presence reassuring.The metal was always warm, as though it had a life of its own.She squeezed it hard.If the king knew the truth about what she did—what she’d been doing these past two months …She had embarked on the first mission intending to quickly dispatch the target.She’d prepared herself for the kill, told herself that Sir Carlin was nothing but a stranger and his life meant nothing to her.But when she got to his estate and witnessed the unusual kindness with which he treated his servants, when she saw him playing the lyre with a traveling minstrel he sheltered in his hall, when she realized whose agenda she was aiding … she couldn’t do it.She tried to bully and coax and bribe herself into doing it.But she couldn’t.Still, she had to produce a murder scene—and a body.She’d given Lord Nirall the same choice she’d given Sir Carlin: die right then, or fake his own death and flee—flee far, and never use his given name again.So far, of the four men she’d been assigned to dispatch, all had chosen escape.It wasn’t hard to get them to part with their seal rings or other token items.And it was even easier to get them to hand over their nightclothes so she could slash them in accordance with the wounds she would claim to have given them.Bodies were easy to acquire, too.Sick-houses were always dumping fresh corpses.It was never hard to find one that looked enough like her target—especially since the locations of the kills had been distant enough to give the flesh time to rot.She didn’t know who the head of Lord Nirall actually belonged to—only that he had similar hair, and when she inflicted a few slashes on his face and let the whole thing decompose a bit, it did the job.The hand had also come from that corpse.And the lady’s hand … that had come from a young woman barely into her first bleeding, struck dead by a sickness that ten years ago a gifted healer could easily have cured.But with magic gone and those wise healers hanged or burned, people were dying in droves.Dying from stupid, once-curable illnesses.She rolled over to bury her face in Fleetfoot’s soft coat.Archer.How was she going to fake his death? He was so popular, and so recognizable.She still couldn’t imagine him having a connection to whatever this underground movement was.But if he was on the king’s list, then perhaps in the years since she’d seen him Archer had used his talents to become powerful.Yet what information could the movement possibly have on the king’s plans that would make it a true threat? The king had enslaved the entire continent—what more could he do?There were other continents, of course.Other continents with wealthy kingdoms—like Wendlyn, that faraway land across the sea [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]