About the Book
A girl in a tower.
An underground kingdom.
A crystal heart split in two, symbolising true love lost …
When Kasper joins the elite guard watching over a dangerous prisoner in a tower, he believes he is protecting his country from a powerful witch.
Until one day he discovers the prisoner is a beautiful princess – Izolda of Night – who is condemned by a prophecy to die on her eighteenth birthday. Kasper decides to help her escape. But their hiding place won’t remain secret forever.
Will they find their happily ever after?
‘A deftly woven tale of warring kingdoms and the redeeming power of love. Another winner from Sophie Masson.’ Juliet Marillier, author of the Shadowfell series
Contents
Cover
About the Book
Title Page
Dedication
Part One
Chapter 01: Kasper
Chapter 02: Kasper
Chapter 03: Kasper
Chapter 04: Izolda
Chapter 05: Izolda
Chapter 06: Kasper
Chapter 07: Kasper
Chapter 08: Izolda
Chapter 09: Izolda
Chapter 10: Kasper
Chapter 11: Kasper
Chapter 12: Izolda
Chapter 13: Izolda
Chapter 14: Kasper
Chapter 15: Kasper
Chapter 16: Izolda
Chapter 17: Kasper
Chapter 18: Izolda
Part Two
Chapter 19: Kasper
Chapter 20: Kasper
Chapter 21: Kasper
Chapter 22: Izolda
Chapter 23: Kasper
Chapter 24: Kasper
Chapter 25: Kasper
Chapter 26: Izolda
Chapter 27: Izolda
Chapter 28: Izolda
Chapter 29: Kasper
Chapter 30: Izolda
Chapter 31: Kasper
Chapter 32: Izolda
Chapter 33: Kasper
Part Three
Chapter 34: Izolda
Chapter 35: Kasper
Chapter 36: Izolda
Chapter 37: Kasper
Chapter 38: Izolda
Chapter 39: Kasper
Chapter 40: Izolda
Chapter 41: Izolda
Chapter 42: Kasper
Chapter 43: Izolda
Chapter 44: Kasper
Chapter 45: Izolda
Chapter 46: Kasper
Chapter 47: Izolda
Chapter 48: Kasper
Chapter 49: Izolda
Chapter 50: Kasper
Chapter 51: Izolda
Epilogue: Kasper & Izolda
Also by Sophie Masson
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Kasper
There was once a woodcutter’s son who was as brave as a lion. His country was in danger and he knew he must answer the call. So one day he saddled his horse and set out along the winding road to …
The world shattered in noisy pieces as I jerked awake, staring right into the furious face of Captain Gawel looming over me.
‘Recruit Bator! What do you think you’re doing?’
I swallowed. ‘N–nothing, sir.’
‘You were asleep!’ He pushed his face up to mine. Eugh, his breath. It smelled of the tripe and beer he had for lunch. ‘Asleep,’ he hissed, ‘in the middle of an important lesson.’
I glanced around the room. Nobody else looked back at me. They were all too scared. Gawel put the wind up everyone, including me.
‘Do you think you’re smarter than everyone else? Is that what it is, Bator?’
‘N–no, sir. Not at all.’
‘Just as well, because you’re stupider than everyone else. You’re from that hick village – what’s it called again?’ Captain Gawel pretended to think. ‘Ah, yes, that’s it. You’re from Fish-the-Moon, where the people are so dimwitted they think you can catch the moon in a net.’
A ripple of nervous laughter ran around the hall. A prickle of anger rose in me. I’d heard that barb once too often, and it made me reckless. ‘Thing is, sir, I know that lesson already.’
A gasp, quickly suppressed, rose from the rest of the class. My stomach sank. What on earth had I just said? Had I gone mad? Gawel was silent for an instant. A terrible instant. ‘You know it already,’ he said in a toneless voice.
My scalp crept with fear. But I was in for it now so I thought I might as well just say it. ‘I know the story by heart. I can even recite it to you, if you like. There was once a woodcutter’s son who was as brave as a lion –’
‘Enough!’ The voice wasn’t Gawel’s. It belonged to someone I recognised at once, though I had never seen him before – not in the flesh, at least. The man stepped out from the curtained doorway. His was the face that stared at us from photographs in our textbooks and his portrait adorned our mess hall.
Captain Gawel snapped to attention in a stiff salute. ‘Commander! Sir!’
‘Very well, Captain. Stand down.’
The hush in the room was tangible. All eyes were fixed on the Commander.
‘Recruit Bator, do you know who I am?’
I couldn’t drag my eyes away from that scarred face, the pale blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. I gulped. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘You are to come with me. At once.’ With a sharp movement of his black-gloved hands, the Commander drew the curtain and motioned me forward. I did as I was bid, cold gripping at my heart, my limbs heavy as lead. I could feel everyone’s eyes on my back – Gawel’s and those of my fellow recruits, whose bellies, I knew, ached with a mixture of envy and fear. Envy because it was an honour to be singled out by the Commander. Fear because who knew what it was exactly the Commander wanted? I was being marched off into the unknown by a legend amongst men, a legend respected but also feared by all – Commander Alek Los. I had no idea why he had come for me, but I was afraid it was not for my own good.
He closed the door behind us and motioned for me to follow him. We went down one passageway after another, through an outer door and across the courtyard in silence. We walked all the way to the bounds of the world I’d lived in for three months. I hesitated; to go beyond the locked gate was forbidden.
The Commander sensed my hesitation. ‘Don’t be afraid. Everything is about to change for you.’
Those two things were contradictory in my mind, but I didn’t dare to say it. The Commander must have guessed my thought, because he smiled. ‘Despite the stories they tell you back there, not all changes are for the worse, Recruit Bator.’
I was startled. It confirmed what had been in my rebellious thoughts these last few months. ‘Sir?’
Unlocking the gate, the Commander gestured for me to come through. I did so and came out into a narrow grassy space between the inner and outer wall of the citadel. I looked around and saw that there was no gate or door leading out. Or so it seemed. The Commander touched his hand to a block of stone and, with a grinding sound, it slid back to reveal a dark opening about as tall as a child. He turned to me. ‘Do you know why I have chosen you, Recruit Bator?’
‘No, sir,’ I whispered.
‘You’re from Fish-the-Moon – an oddity even in this land of oddities, where people believe impossible things.’
The anger swiftly rose within me and just as swiftly died away. The expression in the Commander’s eyes was not of contempt, like Captain Gawel, nor even of the teasing kind that I’d come to expect from my fellow recruits. ‘Yes, sir. I am.’
‘I’ve been watching your progress.’ He paused. ‘You’ll be wondering why.’
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ughts exactly, but I was hardly going to say so. I kept my eyes steadily on his face as he went on.
‘You know what lies beyond the citadel, don’t you, Bator?’
I nodded. ‘I’ve heard stories, sir.’
‘Stories.’ His tone was bland. ‘Indulge me. Tell me what you’ve heard.’
‘There is the Tower where a witch has been held prisoner for years. She is an evil hag whose glance can turn you to stone.’
‘I see. And how is it that she is there?’
‘Once upon a time, the rich and powerful feyin realm of Night called itself our friend. But –’
‘And who are these feyin, young man?’
I stared at him.
The Commander smiled. ‘Like I say, indulge me. Right from the beginning, tell me their history.’
‘Long, long ago, in the dawn of ages in Krainos,’ I recited, thinking of the stories I’d read in our history textbooks, ‘there were many more of the immortal beings that are known as feya. In those days, the feya even married humans on occasion. Their offspring were known as feyin. They were not exactly like the feya, and not exactly like humans, but something in-between. They were not immortal, though they lived longer than humans, and they had special powers. But living amongst humans diluted their powers and so, many centuries ago, they decided to leave the surface of the earth to live underground. Some people say their feya goddess, known as the Lady, led them there. Others say it was our Angels who showed them the way. Since then the feyin have lived underground, deep within the caves below Krainos. Their realm is called Night. And over the centuries they have lost whatever humanity they once shared with us. Their realm is prosperous and powerful, but they are an alien people.’
‘Very good, young man. Go on. Tell me what happened next.’
‘Well, sir, Night always claimed to live in peace and trust with us, but on occasion conflict has broken out. There had been more than a hundred years of peace until, one day ten years ago, the Prince of Night launched war upon us. His black ships appeared from nowhere, falling upon our coast like vultures. Our settlements were attacked and many of our people killed or injured or taken prisoner by the fearsome Night Marshals. We fought back bravely until our Supreme Council was attacked and our army was rendered leaderless. It seemed that we were doomed. And then …’ I hesitated, and looked at the Commander.
‘Go on.’
‘And then a hero stepped forward to save us. A captain, from modest stock, whose late parents had only been poor woodcutters. But he had a nobility of heart that far outstripped that of any of the great families.’
The Commander regarded me impassively. ‘No flattery. I have no interest in it.’
‘But sir …’ I swallowed. ‘Sir, it is not flattery. It is the truth. You – you saved us from the scourge of the Prince of Night.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘And how did I do that?’
‘You rallied the men. You made them stand and fight again. And it was you who worked out that the witch – not a feyin, like the Prince of Night, but a full-blooded, powerful feya – was the source of the Prince’s invincibility. If she could be taken, he would be fatally weakened and could be defeated. So you devised a plan to capture the immortal witch and lock her up in a place where her magic can never work. Somehow you managed to trap her, and now she is in the Tower, forever powerless. Our land is safe from the Prince of Night, who has returned to his underground lair and has never – him or his Marshals – been seen in our land again.’
‘All’s well that ends well, then,’ murmured the Commander.
‘Things are quiet, but peace has come at a price,’ I continued. ‘We have right and justice on our side, of course, but we must still be on our guard. There is no knowing if the Prince will one day find a new ally to help him. We must be on a war footing, always. That is the ruling of the Supreme Council. And that is why each and every man in Krainos must be prepared to serve in the army.’
‘Mmm.’ The Commander’s blue eyes pierced right through me. I felt as though that pale glance was peeling back the jumble of thoughts and feelings in me like a knife unlayering an onion. He shook his head. ‘There’s always truth in legends,’ he said, and gestured for me to follow him through the dark opening. I’d passed some kind of test, though I had no idea what it was.
We both had to stoop low to get through. The passageway beyond, damp and dim, resembled the underground stone chambers that dot the remote corners of our country, the ones that some have said once housed feyin. There were a couple not far from Fish-the-Moon, and as a child I’d climb through them with my sisters and cousins, looking for legendary feyin treasure. We’d never found any, of course, any more than our ancestors had managed to capture the moon.
It took longer than I’d expected, but we finally emerged into a wide grassy plain. I was dishevelled, covered in dirt and dust, while Commander Los was as impeccable as ever. His smart green uniform showed not a stain, not a crease, his blond hair parted neatly, his black gloves glossy and immaculate. Rumour had it that he always wore them to hide his terribly maimed hands, a legacy of the war with Night. His boots were not even dusty.
‘See?’ The Commander pointed to the sparkling water at the end of the grassy plain. And there it was – an island, a short distance out to sea. And on the very centre of the island, rising high above a jumble of low buildings, stood a tower of black stone girded with steel plating.
My heart pounded. If I’d had any doubts before about what was being asked of me, I knew the truth now. ‘Sir, my parents …’
‘You’ll get a chance to write to them. Think how proud they’ll be, Kasper.’
His calling me by my given name made me realise how things had changed. I’d never imagined this. I was from a place that was a national joke. I was of ordinary stock and, according to Gawel, I was one of the worst recruits in years. ‘Sir, the Tower Guard – it is a great honour to serve in it.’
The Commander smiled. ‘Indeed, Kasper.’
‘But I don’t deserve it – I didn’t expect it –’
‘Precisely. Those who do expect it – those who think they deserve it – they are exactly the wrong kind.’ The Commander paused. ‘And I never make mistakes. You are the right choice.’ He looked fixedly at me. ‘But you must be honest, Kasper. If you are afraid of this – if you don’t want this – then you only have to say so. And you can go home, no questions asked, no recriminations.’
‘I want this, sir. I want to serve Krainos.’
‘Good lad,’ said the Commander, briefly placing a hand on my shoulder.
My chest swelled with pride, and I followed him towards the pebbled beach, where a ferryman was waiting to take us across to the island. And all the way, I kept thinking of how my life had taken a turn I had never expected, hardly even dreamed of. It was a great honour and I had to try to live up to it.
Kasper
Days passed, then weeks. It wasn’t quite what I’d expected. I might have worn the smart grey uniform with its red stripe, but I was hardly carrying out elite work. At nearly nineteen years of age I was the youngest and most junior member of the Tower Guard, so my duties were pretty menial. I was a kitchenhand, in fact.
When I had first arrived I was introduced to the chief of staff on the island, Lieutenant Romus, who asked what my parents did for a living. On my telling Romus that they owned a small restaurant, I was swiftly assigned to a position in the kitchens. I had thought of protesting, but one look at the Commander’s face informed me that I would be making a mistake. This was all part of the test and I had to accept it.
So I did. Romus sent me off to get kitted out in the uniform and I was allocated a place to sleep – a hammock in a wooden dormitory with other young guards. My peers accepted me with a sort of casual kindness, but they were clearly not interested in me. After introductions in the dormitory that first night, they returned to their own evening pastimes, which, for those who weren’t on watch, mainly consisted of playing cards and other games of chance.
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After the first couple of nights, I was allowed to join in on one of those games, and soon proved that I knew my way around cards. After a short time, three of those card players – Franz, Serek and Marcinek – became my friends. Franz also worked in the kitchens, but as assistant to the cook. The other two had duties in the armoury, which Serek said mostly consisted of cleaning guns that had never been used.
From the outside the island might seem like a fearsome place, with the grim Tower and its deadly prisoner. But actually, despite the fact that from time to time we were reminded by the chief of staff about how important our jobs were and how we must always be on our guard, life on the island was pretty quiet, even humdrum. With the officers’ neat thatched houses dotted around the place, complete with little gardens, and the cluster of buildings for the single soldiers, it looked and felt pretty much like any small settlement, apart from the fact there were only a few women on the island. And there were no children at all – they were all sent to school on the mainland. But though I’d got used to my new surroundings, I couldn’t help being aware of the Tower and wondering about the prisoner. I’d asked my friends, but none of them had ever seen her. In fact, neither had most people on the island. ‘The door to the elevator is always locked and Lieutenant Romus keeps the keys,’ Franz said one evening when we were sitting around the card table. ‘He goes up every week when the room must be cleaned.’
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