Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi
door.She closed it behind us, keeping hold of my wrist.“What is this? Where are we going?”“Quiet.”Instead of turning right and heading towards the main staircase, she draggedme in the opposite direction to the other end of the hall. She pressed a panel inthe wall, and a hidden door swung open. She gave me a shove. I didn’t have thewill to fight her, so I stumbled down the narrow spiral staircase. Every time Ilooked back at her, she gave me another little push. When we reached thebottom, Baghra stepped in front of me and led me along a cramped hallway withbare stone floors and plain wooden walls. It looked almost naked compared tothe rest of the Little Palace, and I thought we might be in the servants’ quarters.Baghra grabbed my wrist again and tugged me into a dark, empty chamber.She lit a single candle, locked and bolted the door, then crossed the room andreached up on her tiptoes to draw closed the curtain on the tiny basementwindow. The room was sparsely furnished with a narrow bed, a simple chair anda washbasin.“Here,” she said, shoving a pile of clothes at me. “Put these on.”“I’m too tired for lessons, Baghra.”“No more lessons. You must leave this place. Tonight.”I blinked. “What are you talking about?”“I’m trying to keep you from spending the rest of your life as a slave. Now getchanged.”“Baghra, what’s going on? Why did you bring me down here?”“We don’t have much time. The Darkling is close to finding Morozova’s herd.Soon he will have the stag.”“I know,” I said, thinking of Mal. My heart ached, but I also couldn’t resistfeeling a little smug. “I thought you didn’t believe in Morozova’s stag.”She waved her arm as if brushing away my words. “That’s what I told him. Ihoped that he might give up the stag’s pursuit if he thought it was nothing but apeasant tale. But once he has it, nothing will be able to stop him.”I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Stop him from doing what?”“Using the Fold as a weapon.”“I see,” I said. “Does he also plan to build a summer home there?”Baghra seized hold of my arm, “This isn’t a joke!”There was a desperate, unfamiliar edge to her voice, and her grip on my armwas nearly painful. What was wrong with her?“Baghra, maybe we should go to the infirmary—”“I’m not sick and I’m not insane,” she spat. “You must listen to me.”
“Then talk sense,” I said. “How could anyone use the Shadow Fold as aweapon?”She leaned into me, her fingers digging into my flesh. “By expanding it.”“Right,” I said slowly, trying to extricate myself from her grasp.“The land that the Unsea covers was once green and good, fertile and rich.Now it is dead and barren, crawling with abominations. The Darkling will pushits boundaries north into Fjerda, south to the Shu Han. Those who do not bow tohim will see their kingdoms turned to desolate wasteland and their peopledevoured by ravening volcra.”I gaped at her in horror, shocked by the images she had conjured. The oldwoman had clearly lost her mind.“Baghra,” I said gently, “I think you have some kind of fever.” Or you’vegone completely senile. “Finding the stag is a good thing. It means I can help theDarkling destroy the Fold.”“No!” she cried, and it was almost a howl. “He never intended to destroy it.The Fold is his creation.”I sighed. Why had Baghra picked tonight to lose all touch with reality? “TheFold was created hundreds of years ago by the Black Heretic. The Darkling—”“He is the Black Heretic,” she said furiously, her face mere inches from mine.“Of course he is.” With some effort, I pried her fingers loose and stepped pasther to the door. “I’m going to go find you a Healer and then I’m going to bed.”“Look at me, girl.”I took a deep breath and turned around, my patience at an end. I felt sorry forher, but this was just too much. “Baghra—”The words died on my lips.Darkness was pooling in Baghra’s palms, the skeins of inky blackness floatinginto the air.“You do not know him, Alina.” it was the first time she had ever used myname. “But I do.”I stood there watching dark spirals unfurl around her, trying to comprehendwhat I was seeing. Searching Baghra’s strange features, I saw the explanationclearly written there. I saw the ghost of what must have once been a beautifulwoman, a beautiful woman who gave birth to a beautiful son.“You’re his mother,” I whispered numbly.She nodded. “I am not mad. I am the only person who knows what he truly is,what he truly intends. And I am telling you that you must run.”The Darkling had claimed he didn’t know what Baghra’s power was. Had helied to me?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, trying to make sense of what
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door.
She closed it behind us, keeping hold of my wrist.
“What is this? Where are we going?”
“Quiet.”
Instead of turning right and heading towards the main staircase, she dragged
me in the opposite direction to the other end of the hall. She pressed a panel in
the wall, and a hidden door swung open. She gave me a shove. I didn’t have the
will to fight her, so I stumbled down the narrow spiral staircase. Every time I
looked back at her, she gave me another little push. When we reached the
bottom, Baghra stepped in front of me and led me along a cramped hallway with
bare stone floors and plain wooden walls. It looked almost naked compared to
the rest of the Little Palace, and I thought we might be in the servants’ quarters.
Baghra grabbed my wrist again and tugged me into a dark, empty chamber.
She lit a single candle, locked and bolted the door, then crossed the room and
reached up on her tiptoes to draw closed the curtain on the tiny basement
window. The room was sparsely furnished with a narrow bed, a simple chair and
a washbasin.
“Here,” she said, shoving a pile of clothes at me. “Put these on.”
“I’m too tired for lessons, Baghra.”
“No more lessons. You must leave this place. Tonight.”
I blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m trying to keep you from spending the rest of your life as a slave. Now get
changed.”
“Baghra, what’s going on? Why did you bring me down here?”
“We don’t have much time. The Darkling is close to finding Morozova’s herd.
Soon he will have the stag.”
“I know,” I said, thinking of Mal. My heart ached, but I also couldn’t resist
feeling a little smug. “I thought you didn’t believe in Morozova’s stag.”
She waved her arm as if brushing away my words. “That’s what I told him. I
hoped that he might give up the stag’s pursuit if he thought it was nothing but a
peasant tale. But once he has it, nothing will be able to stop him.”
I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Stop him from doing what?”
“Using the Fold as a weapon.”
“I see,” I said. “Does he also plan to build a summer home there?”
Baghra seized hold of my arm, “This isn’t a joke!”
There was a desperate, unfamiliar edge to her voice, and her grip on my arm
was nearly painful. What was wrong with her?
“Baghra, maybe we should go to the infirmary—”
“I’m not sick and I’m not insane,” she spat. “You must listen to me.”