Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi

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“Besides,” she said, “you don’t want to attract too much attention from theKing.” Her voice was light, but I saw a shadow pass over her features as shestrode across the room and opened the door to let the servants rush back in.They pushed me behind an ebony screen inlaid with mother-of-pearl stars sothat it resembled a night sky. In a few moments, I was dressed in a clean tunicand trousers, soft leather boots, and a grey coat. With disappointment, I saw thatit was just a clean version of my army uniform. There was even a littlecartographer’s patch showing a compass rose on the right sleeve. My feelingsmust have shown on my face.“Not what you expected?” Genya asked with some amusement.“I just thought …” But what had I thought? Did I really think I belonged inGrisha robes?“The King expects to see a humble girl plucked from the ranks of his army, anundiscovered treasure. If you appear in a kefta, he’ll think the Darkling’s beenhiding you.”“Why would the Darkling hide me?”Genya shrugged. “For leverage. For profit. Who knows? But the King is …well, you’ll see what the King is.”My stomach turned. I was about to be presented to the King. I tried to steadymyself, but as Genya hurried me out of the door and down the hall, my legs feltleaden and shaky.Near the bottom of the stairs, she whispered, “If anyone asks, I just helpedyou get dressed. I’m not supposed to work on Grisha.”“Why not?”“Because the ridiculous Queen and her more ridiculous court think it’s notfair.”I gaped at her. Insulting the Queen could be considered treason, but Genyaseemed unconcerned.When we entered the huge domed hall, it was crowded with Grisha in robes ofcrimson, purple and darkest blue. Most of them looked to be around my age, buta few older Grisha were gathered in a corner. Despite the silver in their hair andtheir lined faces, they were strikingly attractive. In fact, everyone in the roomwas unnervingly good-looking.“The Queen may have a point,” I murmured.“Oh, this isn’t my handiwork,” said Genya.I frowned. If Genya was telling the truth, then this was just further evidencethat I didn’t belong here.Someone had seen us enter the hall, and a hush fell as every eye in the roomfastened onto me.

A tall, broad-chested Grisha in red robes came forward. He had deeply tannedskin and seemed to exude good health. He made a low bow and said, “I amSergei Beznikov.”“I’m—”“I know who you are, of course,” Sergei interrupted, his white teeth flashing.“Come, let me introduce you. You’ll be walking with us.” He took me by theelbow and began to steer me towards a group of Corporalki.“She’s a Summoner, Sergei,” said a girl in a blue kefta with flowing browncurls. “She walks with us.” There were murmurs of assent from the otherEtherealki behind her.“Marie,” said Sergei with an insincere smile, “you can’t possibly besuggesting that she enter the hall as a lower-order Grisha.”Marie’s alabaster skin went suddenly blotchy, and several of the Summonersgot to their feet. “Need I remind you that the Darkling is himself a Summoner?”“So you’re ranking yourself with the Darkling now?”Marie sputtered, and in an attempt to make peace, I interjected, “Why don’t Ijust go with Genya?”There were a few low snickers.“With the Tailor?” Sergei asked, looking aghast.I glanced at Genya, who simply smiled and shook her head.“She belongs with us,” protested Marie, and argument broke out all around us.“She’ll walk with me,” said a low voice, and the room went silent.

“Besides,” she said, “you don’t want to attract too much attention from the

King.” Her voice was light, but I saw a shadow pass over her features as she

strode across the room and opened the door to let the servants rush back in.

They pushed me behind an ebony screen inlaid with mother-of-pearl stars so

that it resembled a night sky. In a few moments, I was dressed in a clean tunic

and trousers, soft leather boots, and a grey coat. With disappointment, I saw that

it was just a clean version of my army uniform. There was even a little

cartographer’s patch showing a compass rose on the right sleeve. My feelings

must have shown on my face.

“Not what you expected?” Genya asked with some amusement.

“I just thought …” But what had I thought? Did I really think I belonged in

Grisha robes?

“The King expects to see a humble girl plucked from the ranks of his army, an

undiscovered treasure. If you appear in a kefta, he’ll think the Darkling’s been

hiding you.”

“Why would the Darkling hide me?”

Genya shrugged. “For leverage. For profit. Who knows? But the King is …

well, you’ll see what the King is.”

My stomach turned. I was about to be presented to the King. I tried to steady

myself, but as Genya hurried me out of the door and down the hall, my legs felt

leaden and shaky.

Near the bottom of the stairs, she whispered, “If anyone asks, I just helped

you get dressed. I’m not supposed to work on Grisha.”

“Why not?”

“Because the ridiculous Queen and her more ridiculous court think it’s not

fair.”

I gaped at her. Insulting the Queen could be considered treason, but Genya

seemed unconcerned.

When we entered the huge domed hall, it was crowded with Grisha in robes of

crimson, purple and darkest blue. Most of them looked to be around my age, but

a few older Grisha were gathered in a corner. Despite the silver in their hair and

their lined faces, they were strikingly attractive. In fact, everyone in the room

was unnervingly good-looking.

“The Queen may have a point,” I murmured.

“Oh, this isn’t my handiwork,” said Genya.

I frowned. If Genya was telling the truth, then this was just further evidence

that I didn’t belong here.

Someone had seen us enter the hall, and a hush fell as every eye in the room

fastened onto me.

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