“I’ve got to tell Conner,” Roden said. “This goes too far, Tobias.”
“Please don’t,” Tobias begged. “Conner already thinks I have a plan to get rid of him. If he thinks I tried to do anything to Sage — he’ll have my head.”
“Conner should punish you,” I said. “Being chosen as the prince is the least of your worries now.”
Tobias’s eyes filled with tears. “Help me, then.”
“You nearly killed me last night. Should I care what happens to you now?”
“Please. I’ll do anything.”
“You’re asking me to lie for you? Then I’d be the one in trouble. Why would I do that?”
His voice raised in pitch. “Please, Sage. Anything you want. Help me, and I’ll fight for you.”
He looked terrified, probably exactly as I had looked when Conner told Mott to take me to his dungeon. Tobias had played into my hands, but I felt sorry for him nonetheless. “I’ll help you, but at this price. It’s time to fail. You will be less intelligent, less impressive, and certainly less princelike.”
“Is what you told me last night true?” Tobias asked. “Does he really know about the notes?” I nodded and watched as tears filled his eyes. “Then he’s going to kill me anyway.”
“What if I promise that he won’t?” I said. “Back off and I promise that you will live, or else I’ll die trying to save you.” Now not only was Tobias out of the competition, but someone at Farthenwood owed me his life.
Errol returned to our room, accompanied by Imogen and Mott. Luckily, no attention was on Roden, who quickly hid Tobias’s knife back under the mattress.
Mott strode across our long room in less than a half dozen long steps. He turned me around to examine my back, then cursed loudly. “The master must hear of this. Tell me how this happened or I’ll take you to him for questioning. You know how that will end.”
I glanced at Tobias, who nodded his agreement to my terms.
“It’s embarrassing,” I said. “I tried to sneak out last night through the window. I got caught on the window frame and it impaled my back.”
“This is more than a scrape on your skin, Sage. You’ve been cut.”
“The window has a jagged edge,” I insisted. “I’m lucky not to be hurt worse. But it’s my own fault because I should never have been out there.” For an extra touch, I shrugged innocently and added, “I hoped nobody would notice.”
“How could you think we wouldn’t notice a wound like that?” Mott cursed under his breath. “Was this your attempt at obeying the master’s rules?”
“All I wanted was to look outside,” I said. “It would’ve been hard to go anywhere off that ledge.”
“It’d be impossible,” Mott said. “But you might have fallen to your death in the attempt.” He inhaled, then added, “Not a word of this to the master, then, but I must punish you. I hesitate because I know how weak you must be from the last few days, but you’ll miss today’s meals.”
I started to protest, then Mott arched his eyebrows and said, “Or shall we leave it to the master to choose a punishment?”
“I wasn’t hungry anyway,” I said.
Princess Amarinda had sent word that she would remain in her bedroom all morning. So Mott called Tobias and Roden to accompany him to breakfast with Conner and brought in Imogen to take care of my wound. She immediately went to work on washing away the blood. Her manner was cool and businesslike, but her touch as she cleaned my back was as gentle as ever.
“He knows you’re lying,” she whispered.
“Am I such a bad liar?”