Page 2 of Crown of Darkness
A stick cracks beneath the toe of her boot as she leans forward.
“Who’s there?” Old Mother Hibbert snarls.
The princess freezes.
The old hag cradles the baby with one arm, the other falling to one of the knives sheathed at her waist. “Aye, I can hear you breathing now, you little creeping wretch. Come out and let me see you.”
There’s no help for it. She cannot afford to let the old crone flee in fright.
She steps around the tree, her hands held in the air.
They stare at each other, and the hag puts the baby back on the altar, her nostrils flaring as she draws a knife.
“No, don’t! Please take it,” the princess begs. “I know I shouldn’t have stayed, but I just wanted to make sure the baby was safe.”
“Is this a trap?” the hag demands, her head turning this way and that. “Come forth, you bright and shining wretches, and meet my iron. I shall cut thee and rend thee and boil thee in my cauldron.”
“No! No, it’s not a trap.” The princess takes a step forward, then hesitates when the blade swings back her way.
“I can smell the stink of your power, girl. Why does a child with royal blood lie on this altar?”
“Because those in power will kill it if they know it survived the birth.” She bites her lip. “It was never meant to be born alive. It was… a curse of fate. Please. Please take the baby. They’ll kill it otherwise.”
Old Mother Hibbert’s nostrils flare, the tip of her knife slowly lowering. “You ask a great boon of me, Daughter of Maia. I can sense the twist of prophecy all around the child. This will only end in bloodshed and tears.”
“I will come for it in twenty years,” she promises. “I will bear the burden of its fate. I promise once. Twice. Thrice.” The shiver of winds whisper through the woods as Blessed Maia hears her oath. “Just give the baby time to grow and prosper, far away from these lands. Just let it have a chance. I will do anything to protect it. Anything.”
The hag looks down, though her brow softens as she looks upon that little face. “There are Shadows on its soul. It bears the taint of the Unseelie and worse, far worse.” Then she looks up. “Twenty years,” she says coldly. “I will protect this child and return it to you in twenty years. And you will owe me a boon of my choice.”
“I will owe you a boon,” she whispers, though she knows she risks everything in promising the Unseelie creature her soul—without limits.
But some prices are worth the cost.
“Then away with you. Before you are followed or found.” Old Mother Hibbert tucks the baby to her chest and turns to the sleigh.
Bright green eyes blink open as the baby stares over her shoulder, and the princess swallows. Hard.
Something flutters to the ground as Old Mother Hibbert leaps onto the sleigh and sets the baby among her furs. Grabbing the braided leather, she sneers at the princess before she slaps the reindeer’s rump with the reins.
And then the hag is gone, and the baby along with her in a jingle of bells and soft sobs.
And as the princess rushes to see what Old Mother Hibbert dropped, she can’t stop the tears streaming down her face.
It’s a little bootie.
And she can still feel the baby’s warmth as she curls the tiny knitted sock to her chest.
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Iskvien
Iwake with a gasp, still reaching for the child.
The image of it vanishes like the remnants of a tattered dream, my hand closing over nothing. My heart feels like it’s going to thunder through my ribs.
Sheets sigh, and then Thiago rolls toward me, sleep sloughing off him the second he catches a glimpse of my face. “What’s wrong, Vi?”
