A Throne for Sisters. Морган Райс
she laughed as Kate attempted to shove an entire pastry into her mouth.
What? her sister demanded.
It’s just good to see you happy, Sophia sent back.
She wasn’t sure how long that happiness would last. She kept an eye out with every step for the hunters who might be after them. The orphanage wouldn’t want to put more effort into reclaiming them than their indentures were worth, but who could tell when it came to the vindictiveness of the nuns? At the very least, they would have to keep clear of the watchmen, and not just because they’d escaped.
Thieves, after all, were hanged in Ashton.
We need to stop looking like runaway orphans or we’ll never be able to walk through the city without people staring and trying to catch us.
Sophia looked over at her sister, surprised by the thought.
You want to steal clothes? Sophia sent back.
Kate nodded.
That thought brought an extra note of fear and yet Sophia knew her sister, ever practical, was right.
They both stood at the same time, stuffing the extra cakes in their waists. Sophia was looking about for clothes, when she felt Kate touch her arm. She followed her gaze and saw it: a clothesline, high up on a roof. It was unguarded.
Of course it would be, she realized with relief. Who, after all, would guard a clothesline?
Even so, Sophia could feel her heart pounding as they clambered up onto another roof. They both paused, looked about, then reeled in the line the way a fisherman might have pulled in a line of fish.
Sophia stole an outer dress of green wool, along with a cream underdress that was probably the kind of thing a farmer’s wife might wear, but was still impossibly rich to her. To her surprise, her sister picked out an undershirt, breeches, and doublet, which left her looking more like a spike-haired boy than the girl she was.
“Kate,” Sophia complained. “You can’t run around looking like that!”
Kate shrugged. “Neither of us is supposed to look like this. I might as well be comfortable.”
There was a kind of truth in that. The sumptuary laws were clear about what each grade of society could and couldn’t wear, the unclaimed and the indentured. Here they were, breaking more laws, tossing aside their rags, the only thing they were allowed to wear, and dressing better than they were.
“All right,” Sophia said. “I won’t argue. Besides, maybe it will throw off anyone who is looking for two girls,” she said with a laugh.
“I do not look like a boy,” Kate snapped back in obvious indignation.
Sophia smiled at that. They salvaged their cakes, stuffed them in their new pockets, and together, they were off.
The next part was harder to smile about; there remained so many things they needed to do if they wanted to actually survive. They had to find shelter, for one thing, and then work out what they were going to do, where they were going to go.
One step at a time, she reminded herself.
They scrambled back down to the streets, and this time Sophia led the way, trying to find a route through the poorer section of the city, still too close to the orphanage for her tastes.
She saw a string of burnt out houses ahead, obviously not recovered from one of the fires that sometimes swept through the city when the river was low. It would be a dangerous place to rest.
Even so, Sophia headed for them.
Kate gave her a wondering, skeptical look.
Sophia shrugged.
Dangerous is better than nothing at all, she sent.
They approached cautiously, and just as Sophia stuck her head around the corner, she was startled as a pair of figures rose up out of the wreckage. They appeared so soot-blackened by staying in the charred remains that for a moment Sophia thought they’d been in the fire.
“Geddout! Leave our patch alone!”
One of them rushed at Sophia, and she shrieked as she took an involuntary step back. Kate looked as though she might fight, but then the other figure there pulled a dagger that shone far brighter than anything else there.
“This is our claim! Pick your own ruin, or I’ll bleed you.”
The sisters ran then, putting as much distance between them and the house as they could. With every step, Sophia was sure that she could hear the footsteps of knife-wielding thugs, or watchmen, or the nuns, somewhere behind them.
They walked until their legs hurt and the afternoon grew far too dark. At least they took solace that, with every step, they were one step farther from the orphanage.
Finally, they approached a slightly better part of town. For some reason, Kate’s face brightened at the sight of it.
“What is it?” Sophia asked.
“The penny library,” her sister replied. “We can slip in there. I sneak away sometimes, when the sisters send us on errands, and the librarian lets me in even though I don’t have the penny to pay.”
Sophia didn’t hold much hope of finding help there, but the truth was that she didn’t have any better ideas. She let Kate lead her, and they headed for a busy space where moneylenders mixed with advocates and there were even a few carriages mixed in with the normal horses and pedestrians.
The library was one of the larger buildings there. Sophia knew the story: that one of the nobles of the city had decided to educate the poor and left a portion of his fortune to build the kind of library that most just kept locked away in their country homes. Of course, charging a penny a visit still meant that the poorest couldn’t visit. Sophia had never had a penny. The nuns saw no reason to give their charges money.
She and Kate approached the entrance, and she saw an aging man sitting there, soft looking in slightly worn clothes, obviously as much a guard as a librarian. To Sophia’s surprise, he smiled as they approached. Sophia had never seen anyone happy to see her sister before.
“Young Kate,” he said. “It has been a while since you have been here. And you’ve brought a friend. Go through, go through. I will not stand in the way of knowledge. Earl Varrish’s son may have put a penny tax on knowledge, but the old earl never believed in it.”
He seemed genuine about it, but Kate was already shaking her head.
“That’s not what we need, Geoffrey,” Kate said. “My sister and I…we ran away from the orphanage.”
Sophia caught the shock on the older man’s face.
“No,” he said. “No, you must not do such a foolish thing.”
“It’s done,” Sophia said.
“Then you cannot be here,” Geoffrey insisted. “If the watch come, and they find you here with me, they may assume that I had some role in this.”
Sophia would have left then, but it seemed that Kate still wanted to try.
“Please, Geoffrey,” Kate said. “I need – ”
“You need to go back,” Geoffrey said. “Beg forgiveness. I have pity for your situation, but it is the situation fate has handed you. Go back before the watch catch you. I cannot help you. I may even be flogged for not alerting the watch that I saw you. That is all the kindness I can give you.”
His voice was harsh, and yet Sophia could see the kindness in his eyes, and that it pained him to say the words. Almost as if he were battling himself, as if he were putting on a show of being harsh only to drive home his point.
Even so, Kate looked crushed. Sophia hated to see her sister that way.
Sophia pulled her back, away from the library.
As they walked, Kate, head down, finally spoke.
“What now?” she asked.
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