In response, Lord Agnarr turned his face to stare out the window at the looming figure of Stranger’s Peak.

Likh’s mouth fell open. “Tea has to climb the mountain?”

“No, Lady Likh. Our men and women scale Stranger’s Peak frequently to gather runeberries to sell. It is a difficult task, but it is not impossible. To pass the test, Lady Tea must not go up the mountain; instead, she must go through it.”

“You can ask me a question, if you’d like,” she said.

She was Lord Agnarr’s daughter, called Solveiga, Strength of the Sun. It was a strange name for someone who has spent most of her years in winter, under the shadow of a mountain. “We prize what we do not always have,” she responded, and I could not refute her logic.

Here, sitting on her horse in ungainly furs as we traveled to southern Odalia with the rest of the Kion army, she looked at ease with the world. I envied this skill of hers—it was one I had never been able to master.

“Did your father tell the Dark asha the secrets of shadowglass?” I spotted Lord Agnarr riding with Lord Fox, the two engaged in deep conversation. The asha’s brother seemed troubled, but they were too far away for their words to reach us.

She nodded at her father. “That was the same question your general asked earlier. As Lady Tea’s familiar, Lord Fox will die should she complete the spell. His courage is commendable, but he has no reason to worry. A touch of the First Harvest upon his own, and he will be saved.”

I said, “He didn’t want his sister to take shadowglass. He knows she will die from it.”

“She’s been dying for a long time, milord. There is a reason why we keep shadowglass a secret. There is a reason why Faceless seek us out despite not truly understanding the tenets of Hollow Knife. We have been threatened by the Faceless more times than they have threatened kingdoms, and still they balk at rising against us. Once we are gone, their hopes cannot come to fruition. We cannot be compelled, and their holds on daeva have always been tenuous—not as complete as Lady Tea’s. Should she join darksglass and lightsglass with the First Harvest, then she too becomes a creature of magic. Do you not see what happens next?”

“If all magic dies,” I began slowly, and then understood, “so will she.”

“It is a strong possibility. I suspect she has realized the same, and that is why she makes many plans. She has two familiars now, doesn’t she?”

“Lord Kalen would rather share her fate than gain another lifetime without her, milady.”