@tfotadaily tournament seven: favorite scene:
“Surrender,” he tells me, sword pointed toward my throat. “It was well tried. I will forgive you, Jude, and we will go back into the banquet. You will persuade Carden to do what I need him to. All will be as it should be.”
I spit blood on the stone tiles.
His sword arm trembles a little.
“You surrender,” I say.
He laughs, as though I have told a particularly rich joke. Then he stops, grimacing.
“i imagine you’re not feeling quite yourself,” I tell him.
His sword sags a little, and he looks at me in sudden comprehension.”What have you done?”
“I poisoned you. Don’t worry. It was a small enough dose. You’ll live.”
“The cups of wine,” he says. “But how did you know which one I would choose?”
“I didn’t,” I tell him, thinking that he’ll be at least a little pleased by the answer, despite himself. It is the kind of strategy he likes best. “I poisoned them both.”