A Beggar’s Kingdom. Paullina SimonsЧитать онлайн книгу.
entrance to the Strand is blocked by a single royal guard. The uniformed man jumps off the horse and draws his sword. “Stop right there!” he says.
“Mallory, for God’s sake, move!” Why is the girl always in front of him? Does she plan to fight? Match the sword with her fists? Pushing her out of the way, Julian charges the guard.
“Julian, no! He’ll kill you!”
The guard lowers his sword slightly. “Julian?” he says. “Did you just say Julian?”
“Don’t tell him anything!” Mallory yells.
“What’s it to you?” Julian says, ready to bust his way out.
“Julian what?” the guard asks, the metal blade still pointed.
“Julian Cruz—why?”
The sword is lowered for good.
Julian remains in a fighting stance. His fists are up. His guard is not lowered. He and the Mountie stare at each other. The young man in uniform wears a tall red tubular hat. Julian’s certain he’s never met him before. He doesn’t recognize him. “Do I know you?”
“Are you related to a Julian Cruz, from Wales?” the guard asks.
Julian doesn’t know how to answer that. “Yes!” Mallory answers for him, clutching the back of his tunic.
“Who are you, his grandson?”
“Yes!” Mallory says from behind. “Tell him yes.”
“Yes?” Julian replies uncertainly.
The guard steps aside. He points his sword to the Strand. “Go this way, straight to Temple Bar.” He speaks quickly. “Then try to get into the City through the entrance at Aldgate. It’s unmanned because of the fire. Hide inside the walls. There’s nowhere else for you to go. You’re both wanted for the murder of the Master of the Mint. But the City is on fire, and no one will look for you there until it dies down. Don’t stick around. As soon as you can, get out. Whatever you do, don’t take the bridge south or any of the river crossings. You’ll be stopped. Find another way out. Now go!”
Mallory doesn’t have to be told twice. She grabs Julian’s hand.
Slowly, Julian walks by, considering the man. “I don’t understand,” he says perplexed. “How do you know me?”
“I don’t know you,” the guard replies. “But I know Julian Cruz. He is my grandfather’s favorite story, I heard about him many times when I was growing up. Grandfather was about to die, but a man named Julian Cruz appeared out of nowhere, like an angel of the Lord, and saved his eyes and saved his life.”
“Cedric is your grandfather?” Julian says, astonished.
“How did you know my grandfather’s name?” The guard is stunted by confusion. “I’m only here because of Julian Cruz. My grandfather got married, had children, had my father. He never forgot.”
“Is he still alive?”
“Julian, we must go!” Mallory cries.
“Yes, alive … but for the love of God, the girl is right, run, sire! You’re out of time. They’re coming.”
Julian shakes the royal guard’s hand. “Tell my friend Cedric,” he says, pointing to the impatient girl waiting on the Strand, “that is Lady Mary. The Lady Mary.”
The man’s uncomprehending eyes well up. With a trembling hand, he salutes Julian. Mallory and Julian run, bobbing and weaving through the crowd.
“Who is Cedric?” Mallory asks.
“I think a better question, especially from you,” Julian says, “would be who is Lady Mary.”
“Okay, who?”
Julian smiles. “Take my hand,” he says. “When we get out of here, I will tell you everything.”
The dry east wind carries the smell of burnt dwellings, clothes, wicker, trees, wood. It’s already harder to breathe, and they’re still so far from the fire. In the distance beyond Temple Bar, beyond the Roman wall, black smoke swirls.
Behind them—though not far enough behind them—the horsemen and footmen give chase, forging a path through the panicked crowd.
It’s the stampede out of the fire that saves Julian and Mallory. Of all the people on the Strand, only they are headed inside the burning City. Everyone else hurries in the opposite direction. Barging past the fleeing crowd, the royal horses get spooked. The guards—in their heavy uniforms, big boots, big hats, and big swords—can run, but Julian and Mallory are faster. Hearing the fading equine cry, Julian glances behind him (or is he Orpheus and is not supposed to?). The cavalry and infantry have mercifully dropped back.
“We’re okay, we’ll make it,” Julian says to her, panting. “We’re almost at Temple Bar.”
But they can’t get through Temple Bar. The guard isn’t letting people in, only out. “Are you crazy?” the gatekeeper says to Julian, as frantic people shove past them. “Where do you think you’re going? To a river crossing? Impossible. The Thames inside the gates is cut off by the flames.”
People push past, adult daughters dragging their mothers, little children hanging onto their mothers’ skirts, mothers and children everywhere. As soon as the guard loses track of them, Julian pulls Mallory offside, and they inch through the gate unnoticed.
It’s another five long city blocks from Temple to Aldgate with the thick hot smoke blowing in their faces. They don’t run anymore, they walk, gasping to catch their breath. Julian wishes he could express to Mallory how much he doesn’t want to head inside the inferno. She must feel ambivalent herself because after a few blocks, she stops walking. Her hands fall, her head hangs. She slides down to the sidewalk near Primrose Hill. “Forget it,” she says dejectedly. “What’s the point? Where are we going to run with nothing?”
Julian crouches in front of her.
“The entire City’s on fire. Even if we make it out somehow, what then?”
He takes a hot gray breath. He doesn’t want to confess. But sometimes, you must trust the one you love. Sometimes, you must trust her even if she breaks your heart with murder.
And sometimes, you must trust her even after.
“Mallory, I have the gold,” Julian says. “Ilbert didn’t take it. Margrave didn’t take it. I took it. Now get up and let’s go find a place to hide.”
She stares at him for several fiery seconds. “You took my gold?”
“Well …” Julian draws out. “Yours, really?”
“It wasn’t yours!”
“I thought it was his.”
“It wasn’t his anymore. He was dead. The dead own nothing.”
“Semantics, I know,” Julian says, “but he was dead only after you killed him.”
Angrily, Mallory jumps to her feet.
“I took it for you, Mallory,” Julian says. “So you and I could run from here. You know, like together.”
“You stole my money to help me?”
“To help us, yes. I thought you and me … I thought there was a you and me,” he says. “That was before I knew you were planning to run off, ditching me to be boiled in oil for a murder I didn’t commit.”
“Don’t look all wounded, you thief! Why didn’t you just pay off Ilbert if you had the coin? You could’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”
“Because I don’t have it. I hid it.”
“Where, back at the house? Bloody hell! A lot of good that’ll do us now.”
“Not