“I thought—I thought I was here to hide,” she said, hating how feeble she sounded.
“You cannot hide forever from Atlantis.”
She would be found one day, he meant, and must fight or die.
She wanted to muster her courage, but she might as well pluck diamonds out of thin air. Her feet felt as if they were dissolving; her lungs, as if they’d been filled with mercury.
“How exactly am I supposed to—defeat the Bane?”
“I am not sure. I have been reading about elemental magic for years, but I have yet to discover how to harness the power of a great elemental mage—and only by harnessing the power of a great elemental mage can one defeat the Bane, according to my mother.”
“Harnessing the power of a great elemental mage . . .” she echoed slowly. “You mean, as the Bane does.”
“No, not the way he does.”
“Then how?”
“I do not know yet.”
She was confused. “So you are going to experiment on me?”
“No, I am going to experiment with you, not on you. We are in this together.”
She wanted desperately to trust this boy who looked as if he’d been born under the wings of the Angels, beautifully unafraid. But they were not in this together. To help him achieve his goal of altering the course of history, she would have to give up her entire purpose of survival.
And great elemental mage or not, she was no great heroine, just an ordinary girl trembling in a pair of nonmage shoes that pinched slightly at the toes.
Her desire to impress him, however, still warred with her need to save herself. “Perhaps—I’m only supposed to help you in an advisory capacity.”
She was a coward, but better cowardly than dead.
He shook his head. “No, you are the most essential part.”
Each word fell on her like a knife. “But if I don’t know what to do and you don’t know what to do—”
“I will find out, eventually. In the meantime I will train you to better channel your powers. Potential is not enough; you must achieve mastery. Only then can you face the Bane.”
Her lips quivered. She could no longer deny the truth. “I don’t want to face the Bane.”
“No one does, but you cannot escape your destiny.”
Did she believe in destiny, she who shamelessly curried favor with a lowly village official, just so she could stay in one place until her qualifying exams? “I don’t have a destiny,” she said weakly.
“Maybe you did not learn about it until today, but you do and you always did.”
His voice was urgent, his gaze intense. Were she any kind of a dreamer, the force of his conviction would have carried her away. “I’m not this brave soul you think I am. I came with you because you offered sanctuary. I don’t have what it takes to shoulder what you ask.”
He was silent for a moment; something flickered in his eyes. “What of your guardian? You can rescue him on your own?”
His questions agonized her for nearly a full minute before she recognized them for what they were: manipulation. He was not above using her anxiety for Master Haywood to get his way.
Every last mage in pursuit of you seeks to abuse and exploit your powers.
Trust no one.
Why hadn’t she understood it sooner? For all the prince’s seeming majesty, he was monumentally ambitious and wanted her only as a means to his own ends.
Dismay spread unchecked in her heart. “This is beneath you, Your Highness. My guardian did not make his sacrifices so that I could throw away my life on a wild quest doomed to fail. He would be apoplectic if I allowed myself to be exploited this way.”
The prince’s jaw tightened. “I am not exploiting you. I have saved you two times, offered you as much security as you will find anywhere on this earth, and put myself at abysmal risk. It is a fair enough exchange to ask for some help from you for a good cause—for as worthy a cause as there ever was.”
Unlike her, he had not raised his voice. But he sounded defensive.
“So a steer should head willingly to slaughter because the farmer has fed and housed it? How many would make this bargain if they only knew what would happen to them in the end? You are asking me to give up everything for a cause that isn’t mine. I don’t want to be part of any revolution. I just want to live.”
“To live like this, never knowing what it is like to be free?” His voice was tight.
“I will know nothing when I’m dead!”
Her anger was all the more bitter because she had stood ready to place her faith and hope in him. To rely on him as her anchor in this new, turbulent life. And to repay his kindness to the utmost of her ability.
Only to be told that he wanted her to die for him.
Back in Archer Fairfax’s room, Iolanthe lifted the dull red valise the prince had given her to carry as her own and placed it on the desk. Inside were boy’s clothes, unfamiliar-looking coins, a map of London, a map of the Eton-Windsor area, and a book called Bradshaw’s Monthly Railway Guide.
“Please reconsider,” said the prince.
She spun around sharply. She had no idea when he’d vaulted into the room.
He stood with his back against a wall, his expression blank. “You do not even know where to go.”
But she did. The prince had said that his school was not far from London. She needed to be back in London. Master Haywood had advised her to wait near the end portal for as long as possible, for the arrival of the memory keeper. The move had its risks. But she did not plan to go back inside the madwoman’s house. She could monitor the house from outside, a nearby rooftop, perhaps—
“I would not even think about it.”
Her heart missed a beat, but she turned back to the valise, pocketed the coins, and pretended to check what else it contained.
“That woman in the attic knows who you are—or what you are, at least. She will have consulted other Exiles. There are informants among the Exiles. Atlantis will have the entire neighborhood under surveillance by now. The agents will strip the house of its protections for you to vault in, if you are desperate enough to try. Do it, and it will be the last anyone sees of you.”
She felt nauseous. “Britain is a large realm. My options are nearly endless. As you yourself said earlier, Atlantis, great as it is, cannot hope to locate me so easily in a land of millions.”
“You are not as anonymous as you think. Your jacket is part of the Eton uniform. It will mark you anywhere as an Eton boy. The natives will wonder why you wander about when you should be at school instead—and they will remember you.”
She broke into a sweat. She could reveal herself so easily, without even being aware of it. “All I have to do is to change.”
She exchanged the jacket for a brown one from the valise.
“If only it were so easy. In the countryside, where everyone knows one another, you will be too conspicuous. So you must go into cities, where anonymity is possible. But you do not know which parts of a city are safe for a well-dressed young man, and which will get you robbed and possibly beaten. And before you reassure me again how handy you are with your fists, how many grown men can you take on at once, without resorting to elemental powers?”
“If you aim to convince me that every place out there is dangerous for me,” she retorted, “you have not succeeded.”
But he was coming awfully close.
“Every place out there is dangerous for you. Have you not realized this yet?”
She wished he wouldn’t speak so quietly and reasonably. “More dangerous than here? You will lead me to my death.”