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"Are they going to crush us at the Gates of Sand?" Liv asked

"No," the prince said

"Really? Zy us before we get to the grasslands around Ru"

"It was But you need naval support to hold the Gates, and our Ilytian allies crushed the Atashian navy five days ago"

Liv hadn’t even heard a whisper of that "Ilytian allies? But the Ilytians don’t believe in anything"

"They believe in gold" The Color Prince gave a griether, they cli there snapped salutes The prince reached the top and did so with his eyes He expelled a disappointed breath "Not yet Maybe tomorrow"

"My lord?"

"Close your eyes, Liv Can you feel it?"

She closed her eyes and tried to feel She felt the coolness of theht on her skin, light as a wind, passing in soft billows fro out to trainingof horses, the laugh of a woman, the tread of feet She heard the faintly unnatural hiss of the Color Prince’s breath

Opening her eyes, she looked over to thethe world to its foundations Shook her head, disappointed in herself

"Tomorrow Toos and Jerrosh Green"

They were the two best green drafters the Blood Robes had, the teachers for every green who hadn’t yet broken the halo Liv went down and called for the, and the two of them went up on the promontory

Liv watched the if they would see or feel what she had not, wondering if she was failing in so, beautiful Alith the tests andup beside her He put a possessive arm around her Sometimes that annoyed her, but she’d been worried yesterday that Zy

"I suppose," she said "It’s not capricious, though"

"You think," Zymun said He was the only person Liv kneho dared to speak derisively of anything the Color Prince did At first she’d wondered at that, but a little yellow and superviolet meditation had made it plain: Zymun was jealous He felt threatened, less of a man around the most powerful man in all the world

That was the mystery to her