Sacrifice: the First book of the Fey
“The fact that Helter made her lean on a pair of handmade crutches didn’t help. Pier had made a splint and tied it to Eleanora’s right leg, keeping her foot bent and off the ground. Her good leg was tired, and her armpits ached.
She had been waiting now most of the afternoon. Helter had wanted to take her to the palace, but he was told she wasn’t important enough. Somehow he got her a meeting with one of the King’s advisers, a Lord Stowe, in his home.
Lord Stowe’s home was the size of a palace. Eleanora had never seen a house so big. It took up most of a block. Helter had wanted to come in with her, but she had asked him to wait outside. She had wanted to tell this story herself.
Helter had accompanied her to Jahn. He’d borrowed a friend’s horse-drawn cart, which had bumped so hard against the ruts in the road, it had made tears run down her face. Helter had found lodgings for the two of them with a friend, and in the morning Eleanora had been so stiff, she couldn’t move.
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