What was the first rule? The first was to be silent. Don’t make a noise if they come.

She darted to Jack’s room, throwing his door open.

“Jack!” she cried, but her voice had withered. It came out nothing more than a rasp and Frae hurried to his bedside. “Jack, wake up!”

“Mm?” He rolled over. “Where should we sing?”

Frae blinked, realized he was sleep-talking. She shook his shoulder, adamant.

“Jack!”

He sat forward, reached out to trace her face in the dark. His voice was thick but lucid as he said her name. “Frae?”

“There’s a Breccan in our backyard,” she whispered.

Her brother nearly knocked her over as he lurched out of bed. He strode into the common room, Frae right behind him, twisting her hands together as Jack stood at the back door and opened the sliding panel.

She waited, holding her breath. The moonlight doused Jack’s face in silver as he studied the yard. It felt like an eternity had passed before he looked at Frae and whispered, “I don’t see anyone. Where was he?”

“He was right there standing in the herbs! He was looking at the house. His horse was eating our vegetables.” She hurried to his side and peered through the grate.

Jack spoke truth. The Breccan and his horse were gone.

Both relieved and disappointed, Frae slumped against the door, wondering if she had imagined it.

“Was there just one of them, Frae?”

She let out a quivering breath. “I . . . yes. I think so.”

“Where does Mum keep the sword?”

“In her bedroom, in the oaken chest.”

“Will you get it for me?”

Frae nodded and retreated back to the bedroom, feeling her way to the chest in the corner. Mirin still slumbered, and Frae sorted through the weapons gathered within the chest—a quiver of arrows, a bow made of yew wood, and the broadsword in its leather scabbard. Though it was dusty and dull from disuse, Frae secretly hoped Mirin would give the blade to her one day.

When Frae returned to the common room, sword in hand, she saw that Jack had opened the back door and was standing on the threshold, staring boldly into the yard.

“What are you doing?” she hissed at him. “The second rule is to stay inside, lock the doors, and wait for the East Guard to come!”

“Thank you, sister,” Jack said, taking the sword from her. “I’m going to look through the yard, just to make sure no one is here. Go wake Mum and stay with her, do you hear me, Frae?”

His voice was stern, and Frae nodded, wide eyed.

She listened as Jack unsheathed the sword; she could see the blade drink the moonlight, and the moment her brother stepped into the yard, she panicked again.

“Jack! Please stay inside,” she begged, even though she felt a strong urge to follow him.