Burning Glass (Burning Glass #1)(20)
“Feliks will bring that,” he said.
I shot a wary glance at the prince’s acquaintance. “I can’t . . . I have something too valuable.”
Considering my earnest plea, Anton nodded. He grabbed his satchel from the floor of the sleigh and emptied out the food. “Put it inside.”
Quickly, I wrapped the pillow slip’s excess linen around the figurine of Feya within. Once I placed it in Anton’s satchel, he tucked his mother’s blanket on top, then closed the flap and slung the satchel over his shoulder. He reached for me. I stood and the prince placed both hands on my waist and helped me down to the street. A sense of calm descended upon me at his touch. I latched on to it. Now wasn’t the time to quell my curiosity over his friend or his ally—whoever Feliks was—not when the collective feelings of several hundred people fought to stake their claim inside me.
“Make way!” Anton said, using the full force of his rich timbre. The people did as he commanded. As they murmured among themselves, I fastened my gaze on the prince’s booted heels and struggled to block out the whispered rumors, the quiet hostility of the people, and their astonishment over the new sovereign Auraseer.
Anton lifted me on the horse’s bare back, and then, using the edge of the sleigh as a springboard, he hoisted himself up to sit behind me.
He folded his hands over mine, already woven through the mare’s white mane, and guided the horse to the nearest alley at the perimeter of the square. His commanding voice once again parted the crowd. Passing through the alley was a more difficult squeeze. Our knees bumped along the outer walls of the neighboring shops, but at length we made it through to a backstreet. Here the people were in more manageable numbers. I seized on to the hope that we would soon be free of this area altogether.
Anton brought the mare to a halt. “All northbound roads converge to the palace.”
I nodded, unsure why he was telling me this. We were on a northbound road.
“Now”—the prince eased his grip on my hands—“I’d say it’s time you showed me your skill with horses.”
My heart leapt with anticipation. Despite the auras of the curious onlookers that clamored for my attention, I inhaled deeply and centered myself against the warmth of the mare. It seemed years since I had ridden, though it couldn’t have been much more than the eight months I’d spent at the convent. The sestras couldn’t justify the expense of sheltering and feeding horses, for we had no need to travel long distances and the other Auraseers couldn’t sense an animal’s energy. My gifts were unnatural. But at the moment I didn’t care. I felt so at home astride a horse. If there were any beasts worthy of human companionship, they were these magnificent animals. Their auras seemed designed to complement ours.
I bent forward and murmured words of comfort to the mare. Beneath my fingers, her weariness was as palpable as my own. But even more pronounced was the strength of her determination. She seemed to sense we were close to our journey’s end and didn’t intend to give up until we reached our destination. Her fortitude came like muscle to my bones. “What is her name?” I asked Anton.
“Raina.” He shifted closer to me.
I softened my hold on the mare’s mane and focused on her energy, not allowing myself to glance at the backstreet city dwellers. I had to keep the fragile control over myself that Anton had constructed for me. “You’ve been trotting for days, Raina. Would you like to go for a run?”
She whinnied, and I sat back against Anton’s chest. “Let’s run, then.” I clucked my tongue and gave Raina’s girth a sudden squeeze with my calves.
She reared. Anton’s arms tightened around me, but I felt no fright in the mare’s reaction. I couldn’t say the same for the few onlookers surrounding us. Surely just as Raina must have intended, they jumped back and cleared us a path. At once, the mare took advantage and lunged forward.
A wide smile spread across my face. We ducked under a hanging sign and raced down the twisting street. At the speed we were traveling, the emotions of the people were nothing but a blur that couldn’t threaten me, a thought I could toss to the wind. Steam rose off Raina. Her muscles worked in precision, while, at the same time, with abandon. I felt Anton relax behind me. He even lifted one hand from mine to rest on my waist. I found the pressure there pleasing.
I angled forward and kept my legs secure around the horse’s body. My dress was hitched up and exposed an indecent portion of my legs, regardless of my gray stockings. Throwing my shame aside, I kicked Raina’s flanks until we rode even faster. Without the weight of the sleigh or being harnessed to two other horses, she easily maneuvered around the occasional sledge cart and lessening congestion. The streets branched and intersected, but Raina kept choosing the northbound route with little nudging from me. She knew where her home was. We galloped onward. Snow flew off the cobblestones in our wake.
I imagined we traveled south to Illola or east to the borders of Shengli.
I imagined I was free.
The illusion broke when we ground to a halt outside the massive palace gates. The bars were made of pure gold and fashioned into flowering vines. Together, they created a mighty barrier between the city and the home of the emperor.
A soldier, recognizing the prince, turned the heavy lock and let us pass. We cantered up a gravel road lined with manicured, snow-capped hedgerows. At least a hundred guards stood stationed outside and stared ahead, trained not to look at anyone. They wore the colors of Riaznin, red and gold, and strapped onto each man’s back was a musket, while a sheathed saber hung from his belt. My thoughts strayed to the men. My awareness expanded as I sought to know if behind their identical facades, they had identical feelings.