about that, Mama? Maybe he did know exactly what would happen when he left. Maybe he wanted to be cut off from the Kinâfrom us.â
The wounded expression on Margoâs face made Jesse uncomfortable. He felt like they had stumbled into a family conflict and that they should excuse themselves and leave them in privacy. But Tomas still blocked the door, and Jesse was fairly sure he wouldnât be moving.
âHeâs probably dead anyway,â Tomas said. His facial expression told Jesse the second, unspoken half of his statement: Itâs no more than he deserves.
âNo,â Margo said quietly, but with force. âI will not believe that. As we of the Kin say, âNot all that is missing is gone.â Barnaby may yet come back from his foolish mission.â
âYour son is in the Youth Guard?â Jesse asked, shifting Sofia in his arms.
Margo nodded. âHeâs been gone for more than four months.â
Jesse knew that this included the three months of training in the capital city. He glanced at Parvel for guidance. âShould we tell them?â
âI donât think we have a choice now that youâve spoken,â Silas said dryly.
He was right. Everyone in the wagon was staring at him. âWell,â Jesse asked, âwhere should I start?â
âAt the beginning,â Zacchai suggested. He looked excited, clearly sensing a story coming.
So Jesse began, âOne month ago, I was cleaning tables in Mirâ¦.â
âNoââ Tomas interrupted, ânot at the beginning Somethingâ¦sooner. And quicker.â
Jesse shrugged. âFine.â One of the first rules of storytelling was always keep the audience happy. Especially when one audience member is holding a dagger . âWe are in the Youth Guard as you know. What you may not know is that, instead of helping us accomplish our mission, the king and his men tried to kill us.â
Jesse waited for a response of surprise and alarm, the same response he had when he heard the news. Nothing happened.
âThey donât care, Jesse,â Rae said. âItâs none of their concern, remember?â
âOh,â Jesse said. Then he remembered why he had told the story in the first place. âBut it isnât just us the king is trying to kill. Heâs trying to wipe out every single Youth Guard memberâ¦including Barnaby.â
Now Margo gasped. Even Ravvi looked alarmed.
âMama,â Zacchai whimpered, and Jesse felt a twinge of guilt about being so blunt in front of the boy. âIs Barnaby going to die?â
âNot if we can help it,â Parvel said. âWe have his squadâs last known location. Thatâs why weâre here, and why the Patrol captain was so desperate to get rid of us. He knows we could save others.â
âWhy?â Tomas challenged. âIf you could save yourselves and run, why find the others?â
Jesse thought for a second. âBecause the Youth Guard members, all of them, are part of our Kin,â he finally said.
That, he could tell, connected with them, but Tomas still stood in the doorway, arms crossed. âWhat if theyâre lying?â he asked.
Silas took out the Forbidden Book. Carefully, he paged through it until he found what he was looking for. He held up the book.
It was a sketch of Barnaby. Jesse could tell that immediately. He looked like a small version of Ravvi, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. Two feathers stuck out from behind his ear.
Margo gave a slight moan, and Jesse was afraid she was going to cry. He was never sure what to do when females cried, unless they were Sofiaâs age. She was currently chewing on a tassel attached to her blanket, unaware of the conflict around her.
âYou must let us go,â Parvel said. âWe cannot promise that we will find your son, but we will die trying, if need be.â Jesse knew that he meant every word.
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