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Of Beast and Beauty - Jay Stacey - Страница 11
FIVE
ISRA
“YOU were missed at the harvest feast last night.” Junjie hovers so
close to my side, I can smell the oil he uses to shape his mustache.
Needle tells me his lip hair is as long as my hand from palm to
fingertip and as big around as my thumb. I take her word as truth. The
thought of asking permission to touch Junjie’s face makes me fidget with
nerves. Of all my advisors, my chief is by far the most intimidating.
“I wasn’t feeling well.” I bring two fingers to my forehead, faking the
ghost of a headache I never had.
“Then you should have called for the healers,” he says. “Your health
is too important to the city to take any chances, Isra. You know that.”
“I know,” I mumble, wishing I had arranged to meet the Monstrous
and his guards in the field, instead of coming with the soldiers to fetch the
beast.
It has been only three weeks since I became queen, and already I
grow tired of my newfound “freedom.” Each time I dare set foot outside my
tower, fretful, bossy old men shadow my every move. Junjie and the other
advisors would obviously prefer that, until I’m married, I pass my days
alone in my bedroom surrounded by mountains of pillows. I’m treated like
a foolish child with bones made of glass, and I hate it.
I long for my walks alone in the garden, for the velvet night sounds
and the gentle light of the moons. I long for the time when my ugliness was
a secret guarded by the father who loved me. Now no one loves me, and
my secret is a scandal that has set the entire city talking.
“I will have a healer appointed to the tower,” Junjie says. “A woman,
so that she may sleep there with you and—”
“Sleep there? In the tower?” I ask, horrified by the thought of a
stranger invading my last safe place. “But where would we put her? Needle
and I already share my bedroom.”
“She can sleep in your dressing room. There’s enough space beside
the bath for a small cot, and she can keep her clean uniforms underneath.”
“Please, Junjie,” I beg. “I don’t need a healer sleeping in my dressing
room. I’m not an invalid. It was only a headache.”
“The kingdom would sleep better knowing a healer is minutes from
your side.”
“The kingdom is safe. I’ll call for someone next time I have the
smallest ache or pain. I promise,” I say, wishing Needle would hurry and get
back with word from the Monstrous’s cell and save me from Junjie. The
guards went to fetch the creature from the prisoners’ floor of the infirmary
nearly twenty minutes ago.
What’s taking so long?
“Very well, but the people need assurance that you are in good
health and fit to rule. It’s time you dined with the nobles at court, at least
during special celebrations,” Junjie says, disapproval clear in his voice. I may
be queen, but in his eyes I’m still the naughty little girl who threw paint on
the king’s best fur when she was four years old. “You owe it to the city to
honor its traditions.”
“I know. I just couldn’t. Not last night,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
When I was younger, I used to beg to be allowed to accompany Baba
to the harvest banquet, but he always said no. It seemed wrong to go last
night without his permission, without him. I’m not ready to face the court
alone, and I don’t see why I should have to.
We’re all in mourning, the entire city grieving the loss of their king.
Needle tells me Yuan is painted with loss: tables covered in red cloth,
mirrors draped in white, and men with black scarves tied around their
arms, and I myself wearing green and only green until the first day of
spring, as is tradition for a child in mourning.
“I understand,” Junjie says in a gentler tone, reminding me that there
is a heart beneath his gruff exterior. “But remember, you are not alone. I
am here to support your rule. I served your father well for twenty years; I
will serve you just as faithfully.”
Though not as long. He doesn’t say the words, but I hear them
lurking in the silence after he speaks. My mother went to the roses thirteen
years ago. The offerings are usually made no more than thirty years apart.
In ten years—or seventeen, if I’m lucky and the city’s magic holds strong—it
will be my turn. If Baba had lived and remarried, things would have been
different, but he’s dead and they aren’t. The fact hangs around my neck like
a stone, making it harder to pull myself from the pit of my grief.
The healing garden is the only bright spot in my darkness. When the
Monstrous boy’s father first told Junjie his son would be helpful in our
gardens, I admit I was less than impressed. Our gardens do very well on
their own, thank you very much. What captured my attention was his
insistence that his son knew how to grow and mix the healing pouches the
Monstrous use to ward off further mutation in their young. I did my best to
conceal my curiosity from Junjie, but I’m sure he guesses why I fought for a
plot of land and the chance to help the Monstrous create a new garden.
For years I’ve been certain there was no hope for me, but what if
there is a way to reverse my mutation? Or at least be certain the peeling of
my flesh will never spread? For years, I’ve had nightmares about waking up
to find my face and neck as scaled as the rest of my body. Now I have hope
that those nightmares might someday be a thing of the past. I could barely
sleep last night, I was so eager to begin.
And now the beast is ruining the morning by being difficult. That
must be what’s keeping the guards. Unless …
Unless the monster attacked them. Unless they are even now doing
battle with it. If that’s the case, I’ll have the creature’s claws cut out.
I should have given the order yesterday when he dared to put his
claws to my throat, but I was afraid Junjie would find the guards asleep at
their posts and guess at the stupid, impulsive thing I’d done. If he finds out I
was alone with the Monstrous, I—
“In the name of that service,” Junjie continues, startling me from my
thoughts, “I’ve scheduled your coronation for the week after next.”
My lips part. “Week after next? But I—”
“The plans are under way,” he says, interrupting me. Again. It seems
Baba was the only member of court who thought a blind girl deserved the
right to finish her sentences. “Out of respect for the violent nature of the
king’s death, the celebration will be subdued—simply a short procession
and the ceremonial presentation of the crown and scepter. Afterward,
you’ll be taken onto the dais to be cheered by the common people, and
we’ll conclude with a banquet in the afternoon, during which the members
of court will be able to present themselves to you personally.”
I bite my lip and nod my agreement. I want to beg him to postpone
for another month or more, but I know it would do no good. Once Junjie
has set something in motion, there is no stopping him. He is inexorable. It’s
one of the qualities my father valued most in his chief advisor.
I, however, have yet to acquire Baba’s appreciation for Junjie’s
single-mindedness. Persuading my advisor to allow me to work in the new
garden with the Monstrous—even accompanied by four armed
guards—took every bit of stubbornness I possess and then some. If getting
my way as ruler is always going to be so difficult, I’ll have to choose my
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