The Traitor Queen (The Traitor Spy Trilogy #3)(24)

He sat down again and felt his mood lighten a little. At times he doubted that they could live here at all, let alone comfortably. There was so much they had no access to. They relied entirely on Lilia for food – but thankfully not for water. They had nothing but a pile of old pillows, a few boxes and the cold floor to sleep and sit on. It wasn’t too cold, and the air didn’t appear to be getting stale.

The tap of footsteps reached him again, but whoever was approaching made no effort to be quiet. They were wearing boots or some other kind of sturdy shoe, but walked lightly.

Lilia. He smiled to himself. Helping her had proven to be very beneficial. He would never have left her floundering out in the city’s underworld on her own anyway, but not handing her over to the Guild straightaway had gained him a very useful ally. And Anyi likes her a lot.

A bright floating globe of light preceded Lilia into the room. She was carrying a bundle and a large glass flask, and smiled as she saw Cery. But as she looked around the room her cheerful expression faltered.

“Anyi?”

“Collecting some water,” he told her. “She found a leaky pipe.”

“Not a drainpipe, I hope.” She carefully set the bundle on an upended box and began to unwrap it.

“She says it’s clean,” he replied. He blinked in surprise at the amount of food she’d brought. Bread, a lacquered box of two layers, the lower portion filled with slow-cooked meat and the top one with seasoned vegetables. Since servants had to transport food to the magicians in their Quarters, they always used practical, tightly lidded heat-retaining containers. Though this would feed no more than three people, it was more than one person ought to have needed. “That’s … that’s your dinner?”

“And Sonea’s,” she told him. “Lord Rothen asked her over for a last meal together, and it was too late to tell Jonna.”

“What smells delicious?” another voice asked.

Lilia grinned as Anyi entered the room. “Dinner. I brought some lamp oil and candles, too.”

“Ooh!” Anyi drew a box closer and grabbed a chunk of bread. Somehow Gol had woken up and got to his feet without groaning, and was leaning over the food.

“Won’t the servants notice if you eat enough for two people?” Cery asked, helping himself.

Lilia shrugged. “Jonna is always trying to get me to eat more, and she’s used to Anyi dropping by and eating everything in sight.”

“Hai!” Anyi protested.

Lilia chuckled. “She doesn’t mind.”

“What about you?” Gol asked, looking up at Lilia and gesturing at the food.

“I ate extra at the midday meal,” the girl replied. “And snuck some bread and fruit into my bag to eat later.”

“This last meal Sonea and Rothen are having. Just how ‘last’ is it?”

Lilia’s expression became serious. “She’s leaving tomorrow night. It’s official, too. She’s going because Lord Lorkin returned to Arvice, and the Sachakan king put him in prison when he refused to betray the Traitors.”

Cery felt his stomach sink. To learn your child was in prison … Still, at least he’s alive and no longer trapped in a secret city of rebels. That’s one step closer to home. After all these years of maintaining peace and benefiting from new avenues of trade, surely the Sachakans won’t endanger it all by killing a Guild magician.

He had to admit, he didn’t know enough about Sachaka to be sure.

“I’m glad we didn’t tell her we were here,” he said. “She doesn’t need to be worrying about us as well.”

Anyi nodded. “It’ll be easier for Lilia to help us now she doesn’t have to worry about Sonea finding out.”

“But Sonea’s the only one who would defend us if the Guild found out we were down here,” Gol said, shaking his head.

“What about Kallen?” Anyi asked, looking at Lilia.

Lilia shrugged. “I wouldn’t want to rely on him.”

“Then we’d better make sure we aren’t discovered,” Cery said. “Have you spoken to Kallen? Did he have any news for us?”

“I have, and no,” Lilia replied. She sighed. “He doesn’t seem inclined to confide in me.”

“You’ll just have to win him over,” Anyi told her.

As Gol slurped up the last of the sauce in the meat section of the pot, Cery wiped his hands on the edge of the cloth the food had been bundled in.

“In the meantime,” he said to Lilia, “you need to check Gol. If he’s healing up well then you need to come with me to the entrance to the Guild tunnels. None of us is going to be truly safe until we find a way to block it so that no Thief’s man could get through. If that means collapsing the roof, then that’s what we’ll have to do.” He turned to Anyi. “Then I want you to show me these escape routes. Maybe they’ll take us close to where servants toss out things magicians don’t use any more.”

The girls both grinned. “A bit of exploring sounds like fun,” Lilia said.

“Don’t you have some studying to do?” Cery asked.

Her face fell. “Do I ever not have studying to do?” She sighed, then looked at Anyi reproachfully. “You get to have all the fun.”

Anyi shook her head. “You don’t get to say that until I have a nice soft bed down here and regular steamy hot baths.”