Fox’s Tongue and Kirin’s Bone

Chapter 3: Friendship First, Introductions to Follow

It wasnt as dark as it should be, even at the very edges of town, where the heights of the old stone walls blotted out the stars. Alleys that should be black as a rat tunnel were lit by lanterns hung off wagons. Merchants in their armor sat on drivers benches, keeping watch over wooden boards of Court. Aaron nodded like a friendly fellow and kept a steady stride and didnt much breathe until he heard the game pieces clicking down behind him. Theyd all be gone as soon as the harvest fair endedit never paid to chance an early snow in the passesbut until then, the streets of uptown were full of eyes.

He wasnt the sort they liked here. But the night was still kind enough to hide the worst of him, and unfriendly eyes in uptown were altogether more civil than what he could expect down in Twokins. He was staying as far from the shelter stairs as he could. It wouldnt take long for his killer to spread the good news, but there was no sense pushing his luck about it: hed rather not be killed twice tonight. With any luck hed look the part of a tired militiaman, new off his shift.

There was a line at the castle that already stretched more than a block long. Mostly it was made of sleeping people, those whod come last night and never left. Aaron quietly tucked himself into a gap in the line towards the front, between one sleeper and another. The young woman in front of him stirred and knit her eyebrows. He met her gaze and shrugged. The man hed cut in front of mumbled something in his sleep, hugging a spear closer to his chest. The girl hrmphed at him, but only tugged her cap down and closed her eyes again.

The sky lightened by slow degrees. Anyone who thought dawn started as pinks and reds and yellows had never been awake early enough to see true dawn. It wasnt a color: it was a feeling to the air, a sudden shift from dark gray to light, a weightlessness to his shoulders like something had been lifted. The colors came after that, by long minutes.

He hadnt been meant to see this dawn. He didnt know quite how he felt about that. Cold? Yeah, cold. He tucked his legs a little more closely to his chest.

Cold wasnt so bad.

The festival was waking up, along with the rest of the city. Shops opened their windows, armored merchants shouted to passersby as they set out their wares, and morning life filled the streets of uptown. The man hed cut in front of woke up and looked at Aaron in bleary confusion. He met the mans gaze with as much innocence as he could muster. The girl in front of him snorted and turned away. Morning brought with it a slew of new people, until he lost sight of the line around a bend. It would only grow until the gates opened for the day. All he could see of the castle right now were high stone walls and the royal tower rising still higher, dwarfing the watchtowers that ringed the city.

The castles hiring happened in tandem with the harvest festival, as it had for the last dozen-odd years. It was part of King Liam OSheas play at equality: rather than accepting only the children of current servants to be servants, and the children of nobles to wait on nobles, anyone in the kingdom could turn up at his door and interview for a place. It was more than most duchies offered their common folk, and people risked the roads from every nook of Lastrign for a chance, no matter what they thought of the Wasting King himself. Down in Twokins, they typically spent the day toasting His Majestys health until they forgot if their words were ironic.

Aaron wondered what his friends were doing, then squashed that thought as completely as he could. They were drinking. Hed be found dead this morning at the edge of an uptown alley, the blood dry on his back; down in the caves, theyd have that news already. His wasnt the sort of death that was meant to be kept quiet. Of course theyd be drinking. They would drink until they had the courage to go do something stupid. Then theyd do it, and hed be in even shorter supply of friends.

He should peel off to the stairways later, find someone to carry a message down

Except what good would it do anyone? Theyd be drinking with or without him, getting themselves killed with or without him. That was just how things were now in Twokins. He had a chance for something different. He didnt even know what, but different. Aaron might have been stabbed in an alley last night, but Markus was watching the sunrise.

The young woman next to him shivered and pulled her cloak more snugly about herself. She was a tall skinny thing with long legs and knobbly knees, like a sapling tree all folded up. She had a quiver of arrows and a rucksack on her back and was hugging a long oilskin-wrapped bow to her chest. Mousy brown hair peeked out from under her knit cap. She seemed near to his seventeen years, or perhaps a bit older.

Youll want to put that away, before the rat catch Before the guards come around, Aaron said.

The girl looked at him more than a little critically after that slip of tongue. An where am I to put a bow, and who are you to care?

Not the bow. Your hat. Aaron mimed pulling it off.

The girl blinked eyes as plainly brown as her cloak and did so, giving a little shake to free her short hair from the static of the yarn. Why? Is it some fashion thing in One King?

Aaron shifted a little where he sat. The cobbles were cold, and while cold was nice and alive and all that, his posterior was going numb. Where are you from?

Why? If its a fashion thing, Im putting it back on. Im not carin whats proper for a ladys maid. Im aimin fer scribe. She paused a moment, her eyebrows furrowing, before saying that last bit over again: Aiming for scribe.

A smile quirked his lips. He dropped it when she scowled and gave a disarming little shrug. Not a fashion thing, just a Onekin thing. Theyll be checking eyes and ears before they let you in. Best not to make them paranoid.

The wind brought a strand of hair into her face. She blew it away. Youve that many problems with doppels? Id heard, but its the capital. Just seems like the capital shouldnt have the same problems as the rest of us, dunnit? She tried that one over, too: Dont it. Doesnt it.

The north has griffins and the souths ever fair. Here weve doppels. He shrugged. The lower towns made up of caves, and not all of them mapped. All Lastrign hasnt enough militia left to clear them.

She eyed him for a long moment more before leaning her head back against the wall behind them. Salts Mane, she said.

Sorry?

Salts Mane. Out west, on the ocean. Its where Im from, enit? Which sent her off on a spiral of repeating under her breath: aint it, isnt it, is-it-not.

Aaron sat nice and quiet and kept a straight face as the girl from the dragon border wrestled her accent under control. He was a gentleman like that.

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Hey, I could be up from the Fair border itself, Aaron protested. Two Havens, maybe. Three Havens? However many havens.

She had a very particular snort for that. Came all the way up through the southern passes without any shoes, have you?

Aaron tucked his toes self-consciously, regretting the boots hed left behind on the dead boys feet. They might have given him blisters, but theyd have been warmer than bare feet on cold stone. The caves always had the same sort of chill to them; they didnt get frost. Could be I sold them to the Gentry.

Aye, and what bargain did they strike for that? Asked for corn to eat and they gave you corns on yer feet?

Mlady, I dont know what rumors youve been listening to about the state of my soles, but I do not have

Ssh. She just about bowled him over with a lanky elbow as she clambered to her feet.

The gates were opening. The line rippled with movement as people hurried to stand, each taking the cue from those in front of them. It was the sort of stupid thing that crowds did, pigeons or people. Aaron was much slower to climb to his own feet and he was just as happy to have a girl fully a head taller than he was standing between him and those coming out.

Think well see the king? she asked.

I sincerely doubt that.

It was the crack of dawn. This wasnt the interviews starting; it would be an hour or more for those. This would be the militia.

She leaned back against the wall, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. Guess theres the draft everywhere, aint there? Doesnt even look any fancier here.

The public weapons ranges were set right outside the castle gates where the royal guard could oversee training. Right now, the redcoats were doing nothing fancier than setting up a few tables and checking that the practice weapons were in order. Aaron kept the tall girl between himself and the guards.

That the Iron Captain? she asked.

Aaron followed her rudely pointing finger to a head of cropped gray hair over dark skin and eyes that were too sharp both for the womans age and for his liking. The militias leader quickly delegated her scowling to the younger officers and set herself to surveying the crowd over a cup of tea.

Thats her, Aaron confirmed, keeping the girl between himself and the old rat terrier. There was enough strangeness packed in this street that he wasnt much out of place, but he didnt trust the castles promises of amnesty for those like him. Hed never have come here if his Death hadnt told him to.

A handful of early families with children of age milled on the other side of the street, jockeying to be first in a line that didnt yet exist. A few younger siblings, dragged along for lack of a sitter, had claimed the center of the road for a rope skipping game. The ropes turners chanted the beat.

One, one, death has come

Two, two, wings in the blue

It true she made a unicorn so mad that it stabbed her?

The girl squinted slightly, as if a trick of the light would make the old woman seem more disagreeable. Not that the militias gnarled leader needed help.

Thats the story. Aaron put up his collar and tucked himself in next to the wall.

Three, three, shadow in the tree

Four, four, fox at the door

Fox? The girl asked, cocking her head. Its whos at the door, enit?

Aaron might not have noticed the blond boy farther back in line, except that he asked much the same question at the same time: Isnt your fox sworn to the king? Why would he have his own bell?

A local man replied to the pair of them. Well, he might attack. Just cause hes got his own whole forest doesnt mean he dont want more. Whats a fox, anyway, except lies wrapped up in fur?

Five, five, friends arrive

Six, six, Late Wakes tricks

Oh, me? John Baker, the blond boy introduced himself, to whoever had asked. He looked fourteen at the oldest, and not a tall sort of fourteen. His clothes were white as his skin. Now that the sun had risen, he stood out against the darker tones of the city like snow on mud.

John, one of the older boys near him repeated. Thats a good One King name. I expected a few more syllables in there.

The boy didnt seem to notice the chuckles around him. Well my real names a bit longer, but everyone said if I was heading south, Id better use something easy, and John sort of sounds like my name, the beginning part anyway, so

Is this real griffin? Another boy asked, plucking at the white-and-black fur that lined the boys cloak.

He tugged the fabric free and took a small step back. Um. No? Its just snow leopard. Griffins have bigger spots, and its really a bad idea to skin them, they take offense to

Say something for us, a third boy asked, closing the circle around the blond. In bird. Ive always wanted to hear one of you sing.

Hold my place? Aaron whispered to the girl, before raising his voice. John! John Baker, what a surprise.

The boy blinked at him with eyes as blue as winter skies. Aaron strode over and hooked an arm around the boys elbow, smiling at the leader of the hecklers. You dont mind me borrowing John, do you?

And if I do? He was a tall fellow. Almost as tall as the scribe girl, and a lot more of that was muscle. He had the look of someone applying for blacksmith.

Aaron let his smile widen. He kept his shoulders loose and his bare feet set shoulders width apart, casual as can be. Im sure you dont.

The larger boy looked at Aarons twice-sewn clothes, then back at his own friends. Aaron smiled just a hair wider and the older boy took a step back, spitting on the ground.

Go get netted, rat.

A pleasure speaking with you, Aaron dragged his prize with him, back up the line, past the skipping children.

When all the bells have rung

Seven tolls means weve won

A boy missed his jump and ended up tangled in rope on the ground, as the children around him broke out into giggles. The adults with them continued to ignore what had just been happening, though Aaron could swear he felt the Iron Captains eyes on his back as she sipped at her tea.