Chapter 38: Two Deaths and a Lie

Chapter 38: Two Deaths and a Lie

Aaron went back to his room, and there he called his Death.

It was not as dramatic as the phrase implied.

Death, he called out, softly; then again, turning as he said it: Death?

He still lived in the royal wing, though for how much longer the rooms would be his, he didnt know. The furnishings here made the Ladys sitting room look like a poachers den in Fifth Down by comparison. Yet he hadnt thought about their richness in weeks. The ornate carvings on every piece of wood, the gold gilding, the pieces of art that decorated the wallshed barely even glanced at them, much less tallied up how much theyd be to sell. Now he caught sight of his own reflection in a wall mirror, and froze. The boy he saw there was a sleek thing, like a young stag. His red coat spoke of royal favor, or royal blood. The gloss to his combed hair, the healthy flush to his cheeks

Aaron saw a boy surrounded by a kings riches. A boy who looked like he had every right to stand in such a place.

Death, he called out, a little more urgently. I need to speak with you.

Between one turn and the next the man appeared, sitting calmly in a chair.

A bit presumptuous, dont you think, even by your exceptionally high standards? Calling your Death for a chat.

Aaron tried not to jump where he stood. He thought he did a fair job of it. He hadnt even reached for his knife.

It was not his Death that had come. It was Markus.

Such things rarely end well, the man continued. An invitation is an invitation, and some guests take more than others when they leave.

The phrase reminded him of something the duke had said. Aaron repeated it, without stopping to wonder why it felt so familiar. An unguarded door is an invitation to unwelcome guests.

You did more than leave your door unguarded. You threw it open and built a fire within. Death, Death, do come for tea, the man parodied. Unless youve a things name, you may wish to refrain from calling on it.

Hes not my Death? Aaron asked, lamely. He found himself scooting closer to the wall. He knew the man couldnt actually hurt him. Thought the man couldnt. His own Death might take some offense if he did, at the least.

Markus Death watched him with a raised eyebrow and curled lips. Thats hardly his name. Or did you think we all just sat around, waiting for you lot to finish your mortal tenure?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The back of Aarons legs hit against an end table. He sat.

My apologies, he said.

Yes, well. No harm done. And Im here now: Im sure that makes it all better. You and I havent chatted in such a long while. The man smiled. A smile with very many teeth, a smile that did not reach his eyes.

It was a dream, he said. A fever dream. Men cant actually live outside of Lastrign. It would be stupid to try.

I see, his Death said, and the hand with the signet ring slipped out of his pocket, and rested on the window sill. Aaron couldnt see what was carved in it. The sun glinted off of it, blinding him if he tried to look too closely.

He felt the need to defend himself. There was nothing to defend, only the facts of the situation, but he tried anyway. Rose has asked me to stay. The king has ordered me to stay.

The king will die. You dont listen to dead men.

The truth in those words was like a punch to his stomach; he felt winded for a moment, and speechless. Those words. How could the man have known those words? There had only been the two of them

I dont listen to dead men.

For a moment, Aaron had forgotten whowhathe was speaking with. Of course his Death knew. Of course.

Thats not fair, he said, quietly.

One day, she will command you to go, his Death said. Well speak again.

Wait! Aaron called. Please. He looks like me. He moves like me. Am I his son?

But it was too late; his Death had already gone. Only the light through the window was left. Aaron walked over to it and looked out on the city. The day was bright, and clear. He imagined that he could see not just to the foothills that surrounded them, but all the way to the sea. Imagined the mountains rising up on the next isle across the strait. He remembered being able to see past them, in his fever, but what hed seen there had slipped beyond the memories of dream.

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Hours passed. The sun set. His Death didnt come back, and Aaron didnt try calling the man again.

A light knock sounded on his door. When he opened it, the Lady awaited. Her hair was tied back in a braid. She had changed her clothes. Instead of the white and blue dress of the council chamber, she wore soft pants, and a simple blouse with a leather vest on top. The mismatched keys and the heavy gold ring she always wore about her neck were visible again, and he finally recognized the dragon rampant upon the ring for what it was: a signet ring. His Majestys signet ring. She tucked a stray strand of gold behind her ear.

Are you ready? she asked.

He did not question it. Tonight, he needed something else to take the place of his thoughts.

Yes, he replied, with no hesitation.

With me, then.

He did not ask where they were going, and she did not say. Markus probably would have known. The Lady led; Aaron followed.