The guests broke out into excited conversation. The King beamed and embraced his eldest son. “Ne Ravka!” he shouted, lifting his champagne.
“Ne Ravka!” sang the guests.
I was surprised to see Nikolai frowning. He’d said his brother liked shortcuts, and it seemed Vasily had found one. But it wasn’t like Nikolai to let his disappointment or frustration show.
“An extraordinary achievement, brother. I salute you,” Nikolai said, lifting his glass. “Dare I ask what they wanted in return for this support?”
“They do drive a hard bargain,” Vasily said with an indulgent laugh. “But nothing too onerous. They sought access to our ports in West Ravka and requested our help policing the southern trade routes against Zemeni pirates. I imagine you’ll be of some assistance with that, brother,” he said with another warm chuckle. “They wanted a few of the northern logging roads reopened, and once the Darkling is defeated, they expect the cooperation of the Sun Summoner in our joint efforts to push back the Fold. ”
He grinned broadly at me. I bridled a little at his presumption, but it was an obvious and reasonable request, and even the leader of the Second Army was a subject of the King. I gave what I hoped was a dignified nod.
“Which roads?” asked Nikolai.
Vasily waved his hand dismissively. “They’re somewhere south of Halmhend, west of the permafrost. They’re sufficiently defended by the fort at Ulensk if the Fjerdans get any ideas. ”
Nikolai stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the parquet floor. “When did you lift the blockades? How long have the roads been open?”
Vasily shrugged. “What difference—”
“How long?”
The wound at my shoulder throbbed.
“A little over a week,” Vasily said. “Surely you’re not concerned that the Fjerdans intend to march on us from Ulensk? The rivers won’t freeze for months, and until then—”
“Did you ever stop to consider why they might concern themselves with a logging route?”
Vasily gave a disinterested wave. “I assume because they’re in need of timber,” he said. “Or maybe it’s sacred to one of their ridiculous woodsprites. ”
There was nervous laughter around the table.
“It’s defended by a single fort,” Nikolai growled.
“Because the passage is too narrow to accommodate any real force. ”
“You are waging an old war, brother. The Darkling doesn’t need a battalion of foot soldiers or heavy guns. All he needs are his Grisha and the nichevo’ya. We have to evacuate the palace immediately. ”
“Don’t be absurd!”
“Our one advantage was early warning, and the scouts at those blockades were our first defense. They were our eyes, and you blinded us. The Darkling could be mere miles from us by now. ”
Vasily shook his head sadly. “You make yourself ridiculous. ”
Nikolai slammed his hands down on the table. The dishes jumped with a loud rattle. “Why isn’t the Fjerdan delegation here to share in your glory? To toast this unprecedented alliance?”
“They sent their regrets. They were not able to travel immediately, due—”
“They’re not here because there’s about to be a massacre. Their pact is with the Darkling. ”
“All of our intelligence puts him in the south with the Shu. ”
“You think he doesn’t have spies? That he doesn’t have his own operatives within our network? He laid a trap that any child could recognize, and you walked right into it. ”
Vasily’s face turned purple.
“Nikolai, surely—” his mother objected.
“The fort at Ulensk is manned by a full regiment,” put in one of the generals.
“You see?” said Vasily. “This is fearmongering of the worst kind, and I will not stand for it. ”
“A regiment against an army of nichevo’ya? Everyone at that fort is already dead,” said Nikolai, “sacrificed to your pride and stupidity. ”
Vasily’s hand went to his sword hilt. “You overreach, you little bastard. ”
The Queen gasped.
Nikolai released a harsh laugh. “Yes, call me out, brother. A lot of good it will do. Look around this table,” he said. “Every general, every nobleman of high rank, most of the Lantsov line, and the Sun Summoner. All in one place, on one night. ”
A number of faces at the table went suddenly pale.
“Perhaps,” said the freckle-faced boy across from me, “we should consider—”
“No!” said Vasily, his lip trembling. “This is his own petty jealousy! He cannot stand to see me succeed. He—”
The warning bells began to ring, distant at first, down near the city walls, one and then another, joining each other in a rising chorus of alarm that echoed up the streets of Os Alta, through the upper town, and over the walls of the Grand Palace.
“You’ve handed him Ravka,” said Nikolai.
The guests rose, pushing back from the table in a gabble of panic.
Mal was at my side immediately, his saber already drawn.
“We have to get to the Little Palace,” I said, thinking of the mirrored dishes mounted on the roof. “Where’s Tamar?”