Roden made a face, but he did give me some silence. Imogen stared at me for several minutes before finally closing her eyes. And I turned away and set to the task of figuring out a way to survive the next day.
True to Vargan’s word, the vigils came for me again at first light, Terrowic and Commander Kippenger amongst them. I asked if anyone had something to eat, but they only laughed at me. I actually would have liked some food and didn’t appreciate their laughter.
Roden was unchained first and immediately balled his fists, as if eager for a fight. I wondered how he’d do against these vigils while unarmed. He probably wouldn’t last as long as he thought he could.
They came for me next, and took great care in ensuring I never had a free hand. While they worked, I looked at Imogen and said, “I want you to marry me one day.”
Now the tears spilled over her cheeks. “Look where we are.”
I smiled back at her. “We won’t marry here, of course. But in the great hall of my castle, in front of the entire kingdom.”
Imogen bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Jaron. I will marry you there.”
“Then I’ll find you soon. But if I don’t — if I can’t — then be happy and know I loved you.”
More tears fell, but she said nothing.
The vigils pulled me forward, and saw me favoring the ankle wrapped in bandages. Pretending to favor it, actually.
Commander Kippenger asked, “What happened to your foot? It wasn’t in bandages last night.”
I winced as I limped forward another step. “Terrowic came in during the night and hurt me.” It was a better-told lie than most I’d ever uttered, and one of the few for which I didn’t feel the slightest shred of guilt. “He tried to wrap it and hoped you wouldn’t notice.”
“I — no, I — didn’t!” Terrowic sputtered.
“We begged him to stop,” Roden said, joining the fun. “But he wanted his revenge before Jaron’s execution.”
“They’re lying!” Terrowic was completely flustered by now.
“I can’t walk far enough to sign the surrender papers,” I continued. “You should tell Vargan to delay the signing for another month while I heal.”
“You’ll sign even if we have to carry you there!” Without warning, Kippenger rounded on Terrowic and cracked a fist against his jaw. “How dare you defy the king’s orders!” Then he ordered his other vigils, “Take him to my room and lock him in there. I will set a harsh discipline for him after the execution.”
er we understood or agreed with each other, I had now come through enough war to accept that even if he and I would make different choices, he did have reasons for the choices he made. And wherever in the afterlife he wandered, I believed that my father was watching me, and knew I had my own reasons too.
I had to tell Roden.
And I started to say the words, because I knew he needed to be told. But I wondered if it would be cruel to give Roden the knowledge of his father before I knew whether we would survive. Perhaps it would only add to his pain as the noose was tightened around his neck, knowing he had come so close to the one thing he most desired.
“You do have a plan, right?”
Roden had continued in conversation with Imogen, though I had drifted into my own thoughts. I turned to him. “What?”
Roden rolled his eyes. “A plan for us to escape.”
“Oh.” I shrugged. “Not really.”
His jaw fell open as I spoke, which I thought was rather bold. He might not have spent much time in chains and dungeons recently, but I certainly had. And Farthenwood was now filled with soldiers who’d consider it a personal honor to kill any of us in an escape attempt. Working through those challenges wasn’t exactly as easy as, say, planning an evening menu. For now, my entire plan came down to four small words: try not to die.
“Not really?” Roden asked. “Jaron, night is passing quickly. In only a few short hours, they’ll come for us. You must have something.”
I closed my eyes, and then opened them to look at Imogen. “When Roden and I are taken away, we’ll make a big fuss with the guards. Enough that any vigils nearby will have to come and get control of us. That will be your chance to escape. You know where to go until this is over, correct?”
“The hidden passages.” She had been a servant here and probably knew the secret entrances as well as anyone could.
“Conner obviously knows about them too, but I doubt anyone will consider it worth the effort to look for you, even if they remember you’re missing. Just stay in there, hidden as well as you can until you know it’s safe to come out.”
Roden wasn’t convinced. “How big of a fuss will this require?”