“They shouldn’t,” Liv said.
“Because it isn’t just.”
He took the long musket from the attendant again. “Red drafter, top of the gatehouse. Head.”
Liv watched. The battle in front of the Mother’s Gate was hard to see clearly through all the smoke and flashes of magic. But she saw King Garadul’s cavalry reaching the gate, loading their muskets and firing at the men at the top of the wall, but seeming to wait for something, frustrated it hadn’t happened yet. Lord Omnichrome’s musket roared, and an instant later there was a small bright flash at the top of the gate tower. Liv was glad she hadn’t seen all of it.
“Dead center, Lord Omnichrome,” the attendant announced. “Excellent shot!”
“Begone! Leave us.” The top of the hill cleared quickly of everyone save the musket attendant, whom Lord Omnichrome gestured to stay. Lord Omnichrome turned toward Liv. He wasn’t smiling. “I don’t like killing drafters. I hate it,” he said. “What I do here is what must be done. I want you to join me, Aliviana.”
“Why? Why me? I’m barely a bichrome, not that powerful, no influence.”
He snorted. “Are you ready for the answer to that question? You want to be an adult, Aliviana? You want hard truths? Because that’s the only kind I’ve known for the past sixteen years.”
“I’m ready,” she said.
“I want you because you’re a drafter and every drafter is precious to me. And because you’re Tyrean, and this country will take a lot of reassuring after we win, and I’m not Tyrean. And because you’re Corvan Danavis’s daughter.”
“I knew it!” she spat.
“Listen, you half-wit! Listen or you’re unworthy of the role I have for you anyway.”
That shut her up.
“As Corvan’s daughter, I have some hope that you’re half as intelligent as he is. If so, you’ll be a formidable ally. I need bright leaders. But I won’t lie to you. I hope that your coming to our side might free your father from the Chromeria’s grip. I suspect that he only serves the Prism because they held you hostage. If that’s true, Corvan might come over to us, and having a general of his standing on our side might prevent any further war from even being necessary. That’s how much fear your father inspires. Men won’t even take the field against him. During the Prisms’ War, his enemies would use spyglasses to see which general was directing a battle. If it was your father, they would retreat and fight another day. That’s how good your father is, and I’d be a fool to ignore him when he might fight for me. If you think that’s me manipulating you, you’re right. I’ll use you. You’re important. The Chromeria will use you too. Already has. Grow up and realize it. I’ll be honest about it, that’s all. And my honesty gives you a choice. That’s better than they’ll give you.” His eyes were threaded with red and orange, like flames.
He was right. It was true. And if that was true, what if all of it was true?
“King Garadul slaughtered my whole town.”
“Yes. He even took some of my drafters and made them help him.”
Liv had expected him to deny it, excuse it.
“And yet you’d have me serve him?”
Lord Omnichrome lowered his voice. “Kings don’t live forever. Especially reckless ones.”
A huge explosion rocked the wall to the left of the gatehouse. It was powerful enough that it threw many of the combatants off their feet, and more than a few people off the wall itself, but as the smoke gradually cleared, to Liv it seemed that the charge must have been planted on the other side of the wall—the damage that she could see there was much more extensive, rows of houses simply obliterated. A cheer went up among the cavalry, though, as the clearing smoke showed a gap blasted in the wall itself.
“You see, the people of Garriston are working with us. They want to be free.”
But Liv barely heard him. She’d just seen something through the mists on the battlefield that took her breath away. Kip. And not just Kip. Kip and Karris both were riding into the fray. For a moment, Liv didn’t understand. Kip and Karris had switched sides? They were fighting to free Garriston? Then her eyes followed the path they were taking. The path led straight to King Garadul.
King Garadul, who Kip hated for wiping out their town and killing his mother.
And they were being pursued by half a dozen mounted Mirrormen.
“How much am I worth to you?” Liv said.
“I’ve already told you.”
“Then I’m yours, on one condition.”
The red swirled out of his eyes, replaced by orange and blue.