Sera’s feeling that something was wrong grew stronger.
She needed to talk to Mahdi and find out what was going on. Hoping that no goblin was watching her, and that her voice would be drowned out amidst all the cheering, she closed her eyes, bent her head, and quietly sang a convoca, calling to him. It failed. She took a deep breath and, summoning all her powers, tried again.
Mahdi…Mahdi it’s me! Please answer!
She opened her eyes and looked at him, willing him to hear her. This time, the songspell worked. Mahdi’s eyes widened. He looked around, scanning row after row of faces.
And then Serafina heard his voice. Inside her head.
Sera! Is that you?
Yes! I’m here in the Kolisseo. On your left. Midway up.
She risked a small wave. Mahdi saw her. Even from where she was sitting, she could see his face go white.
Sera, get out of here!
Why? What’s wrong?
Leave the Kolisseo. Hurry!
I can’t! The death riders are blocking the exits.
You’re in serious danger. If they find out…if they see you…
If who finds out? What do you mean?
Before Mahdi could answer, trumpeters blasted a deafening fanfare. The noise broke the convoca.
Vallerio swam to the royal enclosure amidst more cheering. “Miromarans, thank you!” he shouted, holding up his hands for silence. “Thank you for this heartfelt welcome! I am glad to be back among you. You have suffered. You have lost your regina. You have lost your royal city. I am here today to restore them to you.”
Cheers went up again, but they were not enthusiastic enough to please the Kobold. A few seats away, a goblin soldier threatened a family. “Heie, dårer! Før du blir goblin kjøtt!” he said. Cheer, fools! Before you become goblin meat!
“I have made peace with our enemies,” Vallerio continued. “I have brought friends from the north to help keep this peace and rebuild our city. But that is not enough. Our realm needs a leader if we are to move past the darkness we have endured into a bright new dawn. We all mourn our beloved Isabella, taken from us too soon. We mourn her daughter, Serafina, killed in the attack on the palace.”
“What?” Serafina whispered. “He thinks I’m dead?”
She started to rise. Goblins or no goblins, she was going to swim to her uncle now and show him that she most certainly was not dead.
Sera, no! He’ll…you, don’t…a voice said inside her head.
It was Mahdi. His words were faint and broken up. She looked at him. He was looking in her direction. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he shook his head. It was a warning. Sera sat down again.
“I have your new regina here with me today,” Vallerio continued, his voice jubilant. “I have the one who will lead Miromara out of the pain and sorrow of the past and into a brilliant future!”
Vallerio swept his arm toward the opposite side of the Kolisseo. As Serafina watched, a mermaid appeared in the arched doorway there.
Serafina knew her all too well. She knew the ebony hair, the cobalt eyes, the mocking smile.
It was her old enemy.
Lucia Volnero.
GASPS WENT UP from the crowd. Even fear of the brutal goblins couldn’t make the people cheer.
Lucia, stunningly beautiful in a gown the color of midnight, swam into the Kolisseo. As she did, twenty burly mermen, each wearing armor and carrying a shield and a lava torch, followed her. Serafina knew who the mermen were, and what they did.
“My gods, no. She’ll die!” she whispered.
Vallerio spoke. “In accordance with Merrow’s decree, and the laws of this realm, we will ask Alítheia to judge this mermaid fit to occupy the throne of Miromara…” He paused, then added, “…or not.”
What is he doing? Serafina wondered, panic-stricken. She’s not a Merrovingian. Alítheia will kill her.
Serafina remembered Mahdi saying the Volneros might have collaborated with Traho. Was this Vallerio’s way of punishing them for it? He’d always been hard and uncompromising toward the realm’s enemies, but never vicious. Had he changed?
Surely Portia would stop him. Lucia’s mother wouldn’t allow her child to be led to the slaughter. She would beg Vallerio for Lucia’s life. They’d been in love once, Serafina remembered. Her words would soften him. But Portia didn’t move. She wasn’t distraught. She wasn’t weeping. She was perfectly fine.
Lucia took her place in the center of the Kolisseo, and the burly mermen swam to the iron grille covering Alítheia’s den.
“Release the anarachna!” Vallerio ordered.
The next few minutes felt like a dream to Serafina—a nightmare in which something horrific was happening, but she couldn’t speak or move or do anything at all to stop it. She watched as the terrible bronze spider hissed at Lucia, calling for her blood, for her bones—just as the creature had done to Sera herself only weeks ago.
Sera knew that the spider’s task was to make certain only blood descendants of Merrow ruled Miromara. Legend had it that when Merrow was close to death, she asked Neria, the sea goddess, and Bellogrim, the god of fire, to forge a creature of bronze to protect the throne from pretenders. As the Kobold were smelting the ore for the monster, Neria slashed Merrow’s palm and dripped her blood into molten metal so that the spider would have the blood of Merrow in her veins and know it from imposters’ blood.
“Stop this uncle, please,” Sera whispered. “If she’s guilty of something, she deserves a trial, not cold-blooded murder.”
But Vallerio did nothing and Sera, along with everyone else in the Kolisseo, had to watch as Lucia faced Alítheia.
They watched as the Mehterbaşi, leader of the Janiçari guards, handed her his scimitar.
As Lucia drew the blade across her palm.
And as Alítheia bent to drink from the wound.
And then, Sera couldn’t watch anymore. She bent her head, not wanting to see the spider do her dark work.
“Alítheia!” Vallerio bellowed. “What say you?”
Serafina clenched her hands, waiting for Alítheia to attack.
But the spider didn’t.
Instead, she spoke.
Hail, Lucia, daughter of the blood, rightful heiressssss to the throne of Miromara….
Serafina’s head snapped up. “What?” she said.
She watched in disbelief as the creature scuttled to the royal enclosure, took Merrow’s crown from its dais, and placed it on Lucia’s head—the very same crown that she, Serafina, had worn.
This isn’t happening, she thought. It can’t be happening. Alítheia was made by the gods themselves. She’s infallible.
Vallerio swam to Lucia. He took her by the arms and kissed her forehead.
Then he turned to the crowd and, smiling triumphantly, said, “Good people of Miromara! I give you your new regina…Lucia Volnero…my daughter.”
SERAFINA WAS REELING. It all made sickening sense now. How could she not have seen it? Lucia, with her jet-black hair, deep blue eyes, and silver scales, looked exactly like Vallerio. Like Isabella too, for that matter. She looked more like a true Merrovingian than Serafina did.
No wonder Vallerio had never married, and no wonder Portia had. She’d married a man who looked like Vallerio only weeks after Regina Artemesia, Sera’s grandmother, had forbade their marriage. Because she was carrying Vallerio’s child. That man—Sejanus Adaro—had died soon after Lucia’s birth. Had Portia and Vallerio continued their affair in secret all these years?
The Kobold had once again bullied the crowd into cheering, and Vallerio once again held up his hands to quiet them.
“Yes, it’s true, good people. Lucia Volnero is my daughter, conceived with her mother, the duchessa, nineteen years ago. She is a Merrovingian, as Alítheia has confirmed. Lucia wished to keep the truth of her parentage a secret and to spend her life in quiet service to the realm. But since we have lost our regina and our principessa, and since only a mermaid of Merrovingian blood may sit upon the Miromaran throne
, she has bravely and selflessly decided to offer herself as your ruler.”
Exultant beside her father, Lucia smiled her barracuda smile.
Vallerio held up his hands for quiet again. “In accordance with Merrow’s decrees, Lucia will now continue to the casting, the second part of her Dokimí, by performing the required songspell.”
Lucia swam forward and began to songcast. Serafina expected her to stumble, to make mistakes. The casting was torturously difficult. She herself had spent the better part of a year practicing it. But Lucia didn’t stumble. Not once. Her mastery of magic was excellent. Her singing was flawless. Her beautiful voice was beguiling.
How can that be? Serafina wondered. How can she sing Merrow’s songspell so perfectly when she’s never even practiced it? With a chill, she realized the answer: Lucia had practiced. She’d prepared for this moment for a very long time.
When Lucia finished the songspell, the amphitheater erupted. The cheers were deafening; the applause was long. As before, the most enthusiastic responses came from the Kobold and the death riders.
“Thank you! Thank you, good people!” Vallerio shouted, as the noise subsided. “To ensure the stability of the realm and the continuity of Merrow’s line, Lucia will now undertake her betrothal, during which she will recite vows with her intended and promise to give this realm a daughter.”
Vallerio turned to the royal enclosure and looked at Mahdi. “Your Grace, if you would join us…”
MAHDI ROSE FROM HIS THRONE.
“You can’t do this,” Serafina whispered. She rose from her seat too.
“Sera, don’t!” Coco said, pulling her back down.
“Coco, I have to. I—”
…don’t move…please…in danger…
That was Mahdi. He was inside her head again.
Mahdi, you can’t do this…she said to him.
SERA, YOU SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW!
The voice was so loud, Serafina thought it would shatter her eardrums.
Neela? she said weakly, when the pain subsided.
You heard me? Oh, thank gods! I didn’t know if my convoca would work.
Heard you? You nearly blew my head apart! Where are you?
Here in the Kolisseo. Stay where you are, Sera. Do. Not. Move.
But I have to tell my uncle—
Nothing. You tell him nothing. You do nothing.
But it’s all a huge mistake! My uncle’s doing this for the sake of the realm. He brokered a truce with the death riders. He only put Lucia on the throne because he thinks I’m dead. Now he’s going to betroth her to Mahdi. If I just go to him, if I tell him—
If you move out of your seat, you die.
That was a new voice, but Serafina recognized it.
Yazeed? she said. What are you talking about? Why do I have to—
Stay put until this is over. Then meet us outside the Kolisseo.
I can’t watch this, Yaz. I can’t.
You dont have a choice. Portia…back from…death riders…and then…
Yazeed was breaking up.
Please, Sera…do not move.
That was Neela. Then the convoca faded and she heard no more.
Serafina did as they asked, though it nearly killed her. She sat in her seat, stared straight ahead, and watched the merman she loved declare his love for another.
Mahdi took Lucia’s hand. He looked into her eyes. He smiled at her. Said his vows. And tore out Serafina’s heart.
But even as she was blinking back tears, Serafina noticed something odd—Mahdi was wearing a yellow anemone on his black jacket. As she stared at it, straining to see it clearly over the distance between them, she realized it was the one he’d worn at their betrothal. It was vivid; its tiny tentacles were moving. He’d obviously tended it and kept it alive. She saw something else, too. He kept tugging at his ear. At a gold hoop that dangled from his lobe.
That’s strange, she thought. He wasn’t wearing an earring at Carlo and Elena’s. He gave his earring to that mother in the Lagoon so she could sell it to buy food for her children. Back when he was Blu.
As the ceremony finished, and Mahdi kissed Lucia’s cheek, another cheer went up, started—yet again—by the soldiers.
Do you recognize it? Mahdi suddenly said. Inside Sera’s head. It’s the ring you gave me at our Promising. It was Carlo’s. I’ve had to take it off my hand, but I found a way to keep wearing it.
Oh, Mahdi…
Don’t be upset, Sera. Please. Not over this. It means nothing to me.
Then why are you doing it?
To stay close to them. To stop them. Traho, the Volneros…
My uncle, too?
I don’t know. I don’t know if he really thinks you’re dead or not. Be careful of him, Sera.
You belong to her now, to Lucia.
No, I don’t. You know that.
A memory came to her of their betrothal. They had signed the parchment. She’d started toward Elena’s kitchen and Mahdi had lagged behind to talk to the justice of the seas.
That’s why you questioned Rafael about the ceremony, isn’t it? Why you asked him if the betrothal was binding even if one of us was to marry another.
Yes. I was worried Portia and Lucia were plotting something like this. That’s why you’re in such danger, Sera. Portia knows the laws too. If she finds out about us—about you and me—she’ll do anything she can to break our vow. Anything. Do you understand?
Sera did.
You mean she’ll kill me.
Yes. That’s why you have to get out of here. Leave Cerulea. Get as far away from the Volneros as you can and don’t come back.
I can’t do that, Mahdi. This is my home. These are my people.
The convoca began to fade.
…have to go…please be care—…love you….
Will I ever see you again?
She listened for his answer.
But it never came.
“WE GOTTA MAKE WAKE,” Yazeed said quietly, as he swam up behind Serafina. “If Portia Volnero hears you’re in the city, you’re chum.”
Serafina turned around. She threw her arms around Neela, and then Yazeed, and then introduced them to Coco. They were all outside the Kolisseo in the middle of a surging crowd of soldiers and civilians. The royal party had already left for the palace.
“Yazeed, I’m so glad you’re all right. Neels, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be safe and sound at home,” Sera said.
“Home’s not safe anymore. Or sound. It’s not even home.”
“What do you mean?”
Neela told her that Portia had taken Matali City. Yaz explained that she’d also plundered the Matalin vaults and murdered the grand vizier, and that they’d hightailed it to Miromara to warn Sera about her.
“Plus, that thing we need? I got it,” Neela said, glancing around at the soldiers.
Sera understood. There were too many enemies around to speak freely. “That’s awesome, Neela. Likewise.”
“Excellent,” Neela whispered. “Have you seen any prison camps, Sera? Has Traho set any up here?”
“Camps?” Sera echoed.
“Save it for later,” Yazeed said. “We got here in the nick of time to find you,” he said. “And now we’ve got to get out again. Let’s go.”
“I can’t, Yaz. Not yet. I have to get Coco to safety first,” Serafina said.
“Principessa,” a voice whispered.
Serafina turned around.
“Niccolo!” she said, recognizing her friend and fellow resistance fighter.
“Smile at me as if I’m an old friend,” Niccolo said, smiling like an idiot himself. “And keep swimming, as if we’re going back to our old neighborhood. Don’t stop. Two Kobold soldiers are watching us.”
They all did as he instructed.
“Busted,” Yaz said grimly.
“I don’t think so,” Niccolo said. “The principessa looks so different now. I only recognized her because I’ve seen her in her swashbuckler clothes. And bec
ause she has Coco with her. Are you heading to headquarters?”
“Yes,” Serafina said.
“I thought so. That’s why I came over. Forget about it. It was just raided by the Kobold. We set off a bomb under the death riders’ barracks last week.”
“That was you guys?” Yaz said admiringly. “Nice work!”
Niccolo continued. “Yeah, it was, but now Traho wants revenge. The goblins are going house to house, looking for members of the…er, our friends. Most of us made it out, but Fossegrim, Alessandra, and Domenico didn’t.”
Coco bit her lip. She squeezed Serafina’s hand painfully. Abelard, sensing her upset, swam around her in quick, worried circles.
“Me…our friends…we’re all swimming separately to the pit—the refuse dump north of the city. We’re going to meet in the kelp forest on its western edge. We’ll wait until it’s dark, then head for a new safe house in the azzuros, the blue hills. You must join us. All of you. It’s too dangerous for you here.”
Serafina looked at Neela and Yazeed. They nodded.
“Thank you, Niccolo,” she said. “We’ll see you there.”
As soon as he left, Serafina told Yaz how to get to the kelp forest.
“Wait a minute, why are you telling me?” he asked. “You’re coming with us.”
“I’m going to meet you there. There’s something I have to do first. Do you have any transparensea pearls?”
“Why do you need—” Yazeed started to say. Then he shook his head. “No way, Sera. Are you out of your mind?”
“Give me a pearl, Yaz. I have to know if he’s part of this.”
“Sorry, fresh out.”
“I’m going anyway.”
Yaz swore, but he gave her a pearl.
“I’ll meet you in the forest,” Serafina said. “In one hour.”
“One hour,” Yazeed said. “Or I’m coming after you.”
“Please, Sera…” Coco said, her eyes large and fearful.
“I’ll be there,” Sera said confidently, smiling at her. “I’ll make it. I promise.”