Graceling (Graceling Realm #1)(51)

She didn’t know if she would ever get used to that.

“I was wondering whether I could wake you,” she said, “by calling to you inside your mind when you’re sleeping.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t sense things while I’m sleeping, but if I’m in danger or if someone approaches, I always wake. You may try it” – he yawned again – “if you must.”

“I’ll try it another night,” she said, “when you’re less tired.”

“Aren’t you ever tired, Katsa?”

“I’m sure I am,” she said, though she couldn’t bring a specific example to mind.

“Do you know the story of King Leck of Monsea?”

“I didn’t know there was a story.”

“There is,” Po said, “a story from ages ago, and you should know it if we’re to travel to his kingdom. I’ll tell it to you, and perhaps you’ll feel more tired.”

He rolled onto his back. She lay on her side and watched the line of his profile in the light of the dying fire.

“The last King and Queen of Monsea were kind people. Not particularly great state minds,” he said, “but they had good advisers, and they were kinder to their people than most today could even imagine, for a king and queen. But they were childless. It wasn’t a good thing, Katsa, as it would be for you. They wanted a child desperately, so that they might have an heir – but also just because they wanted one, as I suppose most people do. And then one day, a boy came to their court. A handsome boy of about thirteen years, clever-looking, with a patch over one eye, for he’d lost an eye when he was younger. He didn’t say where he came from, or who his parents were, or what had happened to his eye. He only came to court begging and telling stories in return for food and money.”

“The servants took him in, for he told such wonderful stories – wild stories about a place beyond the seven kingdoms, where monsters come out of the sea and air, and armies burst out of holes in the mountains, and the people are different from anyone we’ve ever known. Eventually the king and queen learned of him and he was brought before them to tell his stories. The boy charmed them completely – charmed them from the first day. They pitied him, for his poverty and loneliness and his missing eye. They began to bring him into their presence for meals, or ask for him when they’d returned from long journeys, or call him to their rooms in the evenings. They treated him like a noble boy; he was educated, and taught to fight and ride. They treated him almost as if he were their own son. And when the boy was sixteen and the king and queen still didn’t have a child of their own, the king did something extraordinary. He named the boy his heir.”

“Even though they knew nothing of his past?”

“Even though they knew nothing of his past. And this is where the story truly becomes interesting, Katsa. For not a week after the king had named the boy his heir, the king and queen died of a sudden sickness. And their two closest advisers fell into despair and threw themselves into the river. Or so the story goes. I don’t know that there were any witnesses.”

Katsa propped herself on her elbow and stared at him.

“Do you think that strange?” he asked. “I’ve always thought it strange. But the Monsean people never questioned it, and all in my family who’ve met Leck tell me I’m foolish to wonder. They say Leck is utterly charming, even his eyepatch is charming. They say he grieved for the king and queen terribly and couldn’t possibly have had anything to do with their deaths.”

“I’ve never known this story,” Katsa said. “I didn’t even know Leck was missing an eye. Have you met him?”

“I haven’t,” Po said. “But I’ve always had a feeling I wouldn’t take to him as others have. Despite his great reputation for kindness to the small and the powerless.” He yawned and turned onto his side. “Well, and I suppose we’ll both learn soon enough whether we take to him, if things go as I expect. Good night to you, Katsa. We may reach the inn





tomorrow.”

Katsa closed her eyes and listened to his breath grow steady and even. She considered the tale he’d told. It was hard to reconcile King Leck’s pleasant reputation with this story. Still, perhaps he was innocent. Perhaps there was some logical explanation.

She wondered what reception they would receive at the inn, and whether they’d be lucky enough to cross paths with someone who held the information they sought. She listened to the sounds of the pond and the breeze in the grasses.

When she thought Po had fallen asleep, she said his name aloud once, quietly. He didn’t stir. She thought his name once, quietly, like a whisper in her mind. Again, he didn’t stir, and his breathing didn’t change.

He was asleep.

Katsa exhaled, slowly.

She was the greatest fool in all the seven kingdoms.

Why, when she fought with him almost every day, when she knew every part of his body; why, when she’d sat on his stomach, and wrestled with him on the ground and could probably identify his arm hold faster than any wife would recognize the embrace of her own husband, had the sight of his arms and his shoulders so embarrassed her? She had seen a thousand shirtless men before, in the practice rooms or when traveling with Giddon and Oll. Raffin practically undressed in front of her, they were so used to each other. It was like his eyes. Unless they were fighting, Po’s body had the same effect on her as his eyes.