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have been a shadow against the grimy glass, but now I was invisible.
    And then he was leaving. I started to go but realized he wasn’t making for the front door. He was looking for the outhouse at the back.
    I slid quietly across the broken slates of the roof till I could see into the yard behind the tavern. It had once been a coach house, but the outhouses were the only structures that had been maintained. I dropped and eased into the shadows, checking for snakes in the tumbledown masonry and fractured barrels. Even in winter it was wise to check for snakes. A moment later, Tanish emerged from the back of the tavern.
    I called his name.
    He stopped midstride, head tilted like a dog, trying to locate the sound, and I stepped out. I saw the shock, relief, and anxiety that chased each other through his young face. When he came toward me, it was like a guilty creature, hesitant and fearful.
    â€œYou shouldn’t be here, Ang,” he said.
    â€œI know,” I replied. “Morlak is—?”
    â€œNot good,” said Tanish. “He lost a lot of blood. They’ve strapped him up, and he’s sleeping in the shed. Can’t walk up the tower stairs.”
    â€œWill he—?” I couldn’t finish the question, but Tanish knew what I meant.
    â€œThey say the next few hours are … Whether he’ll live or not, I mean. Ang, listen to me. He has people looking for you. If they find you—”
    I reached out to his cheek, tipping his head slightly so I could see the bruising.
    Tanish blushed and looked down. “He had Sarn rough everyone up,” he said, “but it wasn’t too bad. He can’t do much himself right now,” he said, grinning wickedly for a moment before panicking as if Morlak might be watching. “But when he’s back on his feet … I don’t know. I’m just going to do my work.”
    â€œSmart,” I said.
    â€œWhat about you?” he asked. “You all right?”
    â€œYeah,” I drawled with feigned casualness. “You know me. Always land on my feet.”
    â€œYeah,” said Tanish, wanting to believe it. “You going to leave the city?”
    â€œLeave beautiful Bar-Selehm, where I have riches at my fingertips and servants to satisfy my every want?” I said. “Never.”
    He smiled at that, albeit ruefully, and looked down. “You can’t stay,” he said. “I’ve never seen Morlak so angry.”
    â€œI’ll be all right. What are people saying about the Beacon?”
    The boy blinked, then shrugged expansively.
    â€œWhat about Berrit?” I tried.
    â€œNo one’s talking,” he said, again glancing nervously over his shoulder. He fished in his pocket, and a smile—a real, unanxious smile—broke across his face. “I thought I might see you,” he said. “Brought you this.” He plucked out a threadbare cloth toy, soft and shapeless and missing one eye.
    â€œMy habbit!” I exclaimed, taking it and pressing it to my heart. “Thanks.”
    It had been a rabbit when Papa first gave it to me, but time and love had made it unrecognizable, though I slept with it to this day. It had once been about comfort. Now it was about habit, hence the name.
    â€œDidn’t want to see it get thrown out,” said Tanish, pleased by my delight. “I thought you might want it.”
    â€œI do. Thank you, Tanish.”
    â€œI’ll try to save your books too.”
    â€œThanks,” I said again.
    â€œWelcome. And Ang?”
    â€œYes?”
    â€œIf you do leave,” he said, giving me a heartachingly open look, “take me with you.”
    For a split second I saw the hope and sorrow in his eyes, the panic and anxiety, and I pulled his frail little body to mine and hugged him quick and hard. Then I turned him around and gave him a little shove. “Go to sleep, Tanish. I’ll see you soon. Promise.”
    He did not