Harrow the Ninth
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Dedication
for Isa Yap, who understood Harrow too well, and without whom so much of me would not have happened
and
for pT
♦
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
The Emperor of the Nine Houses
“A.L.”, his guardian
Augustine the First
Alfred Quinque, his cavalier
FIRST SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Mercymorn the First
Cristabel Oct, her cavalier
SECOND SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
ORTUS the First
Pyrrha Dve, his cavalier
THIRD SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Cassiopeia the First
Nigella Shodash, her cavalier
FOURTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Cyrus the First
Valancy Trinit, his cavalier
FIFTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Ulysses the First
Titania Tetra, his cavalier
SIXTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Cytherea the First
Loveday Heptane, her cavalier
SEVENTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Anastasia the First
Samael Novenary, her cavalier
Ianthe the First
Naberius Tern, her cavalier
EIGHTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
Harrowhark the First
NINTH SAINT TO SERVE THE KING UNDYING
One for the Emperor, first of us all;
One for his Lyctors, who answered the call;
One for his Saints, who were chosen of old;
One for his Hands, and the swords that they hold.
Two is for discipline, heedless of trial;
Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile;
Four for fidelity, facing ahead;
Five for tradition and debts to the dead;
Six for the truth over solace in lies;
Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;
Eight for salvation no matter the cost;
Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.
Prologue
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EMPEROR’S MURDER
YOUR ROOM HAD LONG AGO plunged into near-complete darkness, leaving no distraction from the great rocking thump—thump—thump of body after body flinging itself onto the great mass already coating the hull. There was nothing to see—the shutters were down—but you could feel the terrible vibration, hear the groan of chitin on metal, the cataclysmic rending of steel by fungous claw.
It was very cold. A fine shimmer of frost now coated your cheeks, your hair, your eyelashes. In that smothering dark, your breath emerged as wisps of wet grey smoke. Sometimes you screamed a little, which no longer embarrassed you. You understood your body’s reaction to the proximity. Screaming was the least of what might happen.
God’s voice came very calmly over the comm: