Kamran, a prince, suspects that a servant girl who disarmed another boy may be a spy from Tulan. He asks his minister Hazan to have the girl's blood examined to determine if she is Jinn, and to investigate her identity, as he finds her mannerisms too refined for a servant and believes she recognized him. Hazan is skeptical but agrees to carry out the prince's requests to avoid being replaced.
Kamran, a prince, suspects that a servant girl who disarmed another boy may be a spy from Tulan. He asks his minister Hazan to have the girl's blood examined to determine if she is Jinn, and to investigate her identity, as he finds her mannerisms too refined for a servant and believes she recognized him. Hazan is skeptical but agrees to carry out the prince's requests to avoid being replaced.
Kamran, a prince, suspects that a servant girl who disarmed another boy may be a spy from Tulan. He asks his minister Hazan to have the girl's blood examined to determine if she is Jinn, and to investigate her identity, as he finds her mannerisms too refined for a servant and believes she recognized him. Hazan is skeptical but agrees to carry out the prince's requests to avoid being replaced.
In the distance, a kaleidoscope of colors bedimmed, then
brightened. Soft murmurs of conversation carried over to him, the gentle footfalls of scurrying servants, a blur of snodas. He'd never paid much attention to it; the centuries- old uniform. Now every time he saw one he would think of that accursed servant girl. Spy. He nearly snapped his neck just to clear the thought. “What, pray, does the king want from me?” Hazan prevaricated. “Now that your people know you are home, I expect he will ask you to do your duty.” “Which is?” “To host a ball.” “Indeed.” Kamran's jaw clenched. “I'm certain I would rather set myself on fire. If that is all?” “He's quite serious, Your Highness. I've heard rumors that the announcement for a ball has already beenâ ” “Good. You will take this”âKamran retrieved the handkerchief from his jacket, pinching it between thumb and forefingerâ “and have it examined.” Hazan quickly pocketed the white handkerchief. “Shall I have it examined for anything in particular, Your Highness?” “Blood.” At Hazan's blank look, the prince went on: “It belonged to the servant girl whose neck was nearly slit by the Fesht boy. I think she might be Jinn.” Now Hazan frowned. “I see.” “I fear you do not.” “Forgive me, Your Highness, but in what way does her blood concern us? As you know, the Fire Accords give Jinn the right to wâ” “I am well acquainted with our laws, Hazan. My concern is not merely with her blood, but with her character.” Hazan raised his eyebrows. “I don't trust her,” Kamran said sharply. “Need you trust her, sire?” “There's something false about the girl. She was too refined in her manners.” “Ah.” Hazan's eyebrows lifted higher, comprehension dawning. “And in light of all our recent friendliness from Tulanâ” “I want to know who she is.” “You think her a spy.” It was the way he said it, as if he thought Kamran delusional, that soured the prince's expression. “You did not see her the way I did, Hazan. She disarmed the boy in a single motion. Dislocated his shoulder. You know as well as I do how the Tulanians covet the Jinn for their strength and fleet-footedness.” “Indeed,” Hazan said carefully. “Though I should remind you, sire, that the child she disarmed was weak from hunger to the point of death. His bones might've been unhinged by a strong gust of wind. An ailing rat might've bested him.” “Just the same. You will have her found out.” “The servant girl.” “Yes, the servant girl,” Kamran said irritably. “She fled the scene when she saw me. She looked at me as if she knew me.” “Forgive me, sireâbut I thought you could not see her face?” Kamran took a sharp breath. “Perhaps you will thank me, minister, for employing you with such a task? Unless, of course, you would rather I seek your replacement.” Hazan's lips twitched; he bowed. “It is a pleasure, as always, to be at your service.” “You will tell the king I must bathe before our meeting.” “But, sireâ”