“Then why didn’t we know?” I took a deep shuddering breath, set aside my useless anger. Within me, I felt a faint stirring of concern from Verity. Too faint. The Skill bond was fading, just when I wished it strong. “Well, I suppose’ it’s no good asking that just now. What has Regal done? Sent out the Rurisk? I wish I’d been here to go with them.”
Cook snorted and paused to throttle the dough a bit. “Go now, then, for you won’t be late. Nothing’s been done, no one sent that I’ve heard. No one sent, no one is being sent. No one.
“You know I’ve no tongue for gossip, Fitz, but what was whispered was that Prince Regal did know of it. When the boy came in, oh, the Prince was so kind, so full of sympathy as to make the ladies’ hearts melt. A meal, a new coat, a small purse for his troubles. But he told the boy it was too late now. The Raiders would be long gone. No sense to send a ship out now, or soldiers.”
“Too late to fight Raiders, perhaps. But what of those burned out in Ferry? A contingent of workers to help repair houses, some wagons of food …
“Says there’s no coin for it.” Cook bit each word off separately. She began to break her dough into rolls and to slap each one down to rise. “Says the treasury was drained to build ships and man them. Said Verity took what little was left for this expedition to find Elderlings.” A world of disdain on that last word. Cook paused to wipe her hands on her apron. “Then he said he was very sorry. Very truly sorry.”
A cold fury uncoiled inside me. I patted Cook’s shoulder and assured her that everything would be all right. Like a man in a daze, I left the kitchen and went to Verity’s study. Outside the study, I paused, groping. One clear glimpse of Verity’s intent. In the back of a drawer, I would find an antique emerald necklace, the stones set in gold. It had been his mother’s, mother’s. It would be enough to hire men, and buy grain to send with them. I pushed open the study door, and halted.