Chapters (63)
- Dedication
- Map
- A Note to the Reader
- PART ONE
- The Keeper
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- PART TWO
- The Keeper
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- PART THREE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- PART FOUR
- The Keeper
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- PART FIVE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Cast of Characters
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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If I’m not free, then I have nothing to lose.
So I may as well do something drastic.
Chapter Twenty-eight
On Sunday morning, after he got home from Lovisa’s dormitory, the fox who was bonded to Ferla Cavenda sat in the corner of the attic room, peeking at the queen surreptitiously, worrying.
Should I talk to her? he wondered. Shouldn’t I?
For there was something the fox was beginning to fear, almost as deeply as he feared his favorite humans not surviving. The queen suspected so many of the secrets of foxkind. What if she survived, then told someone else all the things the fox had done?
Around noon, while a weak light shone through the window and snowflakes softly fell, he stood. She was lying on her back in the bed, rubbing her head and reminding herself that she was stronger than the way her captors made her feel.
Excuse me, he said.
She stilled in her bed. Then she sat up, resting her clear gray eyes upon him.
“Did you just talk to me, directly?” she said. “On purpose?”
The fox blinked at her. May I ask you for a favor? he said.
“Does this mean we’re bonded?” she said. “I thought you were bonded to that angry woman.”
I am, he said. But that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
“Do you know my friends?” she said. “Giddon and Hava? Are they safe?”
I know of them, he said. I think they’re safe. They’re leaving for the north today. His siblings had told him that this very morning.
She breathed one long, slow sob. “What’s in the north?”
Many, many things, he said, but could we talk about that later?
“They’re in good health?”
Yes.
“Okay,” she said, pulling herself together, focusing on him. “You said you wanted a favor? Certainly I owe you a great many favors. But I thought foxes couldn’t talk to people unless they were bonded.”
The fox blinked again. Then he burst out with it, because he had to.
Humans are supposed to think that, he said. It’s one of the fallacies we propagate, to protect the secrets of foxkind. I’m not supposed to be talking to you.
The queen seemed struck by this. Her face was frozen with surprise. Then she wiped her eyes. “Have I lost my mind?”
No. I’ve been breaking a lot of the rules with you, because of not knowing how to help you. And also because I want to be honest with you. So badly! That’s why I need a favor.
“What favor?”
Something is going to happen, said the fox.
“What?”
I don’t know, he said, remembering the feeling of Lovisa that morning. I’m not sure. But I think a human is going to try to help you.
Another small sob escaped her. She waved at him to continue. “Please, go on.”