Finally, he said, ‘I was desperate to fulfil the request my queen had made of me, and the treacle well is between times and between lands.’ He dragged in a long breath. ‘We are standing at the doorway to Chess.’
CHAPTER 36
CATH BLINKED. ‘YOU MUST BE wrong, Jest.’
He looked up at her, surprised, and she swooped her arm over the wildflowers. ‘We can’t be standing at the doorway to Chess. We’re sitting, after all.’
This time, both cheeks dimpled. ‘So we are.’ He pointed at the wall of shrubs on the other side of the glen. They were, she realized, surrounded by a hedge on all sides, without any openings so far as she could tell. ‘You can’t see it now, but this is the entrance to a great maze. If the Sisters allow it, the maze will open, and you can pass through to the Looking Glass. Beyond that . . .’
Cath searched the wall of green leaves and wild branches and pale wildflowers. She imagined it. The narrow corridors that wound back and forth, the living walls that played games on mind-weary travellers. In its very centre, the Looking Glass, the door to—
‘Chess,’ she said. ‘The Looking Glass leads to the lands of Chess.’
He nodded. ‘The Red and White Queendoms.’
She turned her focus back to him, inspecting his profile – sharp nose and smeared kohl and unruly dark hair. ‘Why are you here, Jest? Why did the White Queen send you?’
He grimaced and again faced away from her. ‘Please don’t ask me that.’
She leaned back, more intrigued than ever. ‘Why not?’
‘Because things are different now. You’ve changed everything.’
She twisted her lips to one side and pondered a while, before asking, ‘Do you mean I’ve changed your mission, or your thoughts towards it?’
‘Both.’ He started picking at the grass, considering his words. He snapped the stem of a blue flower and twirled it between his fingers. ‘You live in a peaceful kingdom. Maybe Hearts has always been this way. But Chess is different. We’re one country torn apart by two ruling families, and we’ve been trapped in this war since . . . forever, as far as I can tell. And whenever it seems that one side has finally won and the war should be over . . . it’s as though Time resets and we start from the beginning. We do it all over again. Over and over. We’re trapped in a forever war between the white and the red. I’ve watched so many die on the battlefield. I’ve taken so many lives myself – pawns of the Red Queen, mostly, only for them to be replaced by new soldiers and sent forward again. There’s never any end to it.’
‘That sounds awful,’ Cath breathed.
Jest looked up at her, but didn’t acknowledge her words. ‘I serve the White Queen. I always have. But she’s rather like your King – bumbling, a little clumsy, sheepish at times and terrified of conflict. She isn’t strong or brave . . .’ He swallowed, hard, his nervous fingers tearing the soft leaves from the flower’s stem. ‘I don’t know if she can ever win this war. She doesn’t have the fortitude we need to defeat the Red Queen, once and for all, and our King agrees. This mission, it was his idea.’ His focus returned to the flower, twisting the slender stem around his finger. ‘We were told that Hearts had a queen. We were told that she was a great ruler – fierce and passionate.’
He hesitated again, his lips parted. He dropped the flower between his feet. ‘Raven and I were sent here to find her and . . . and to steal her heart.’ He became so quiet Cath wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. Then he looked up and held her gaze, his expression full of torment. ‘I came here to steal your heart.’
Cath’s heart thumped at his words, almost fearfully, but she started to shake her head. ‘Hearts doesn’t have a queen.’
‘I know. Time tricked us, I think, or maybe it was the Sisters that brought us here too soon. But there will be a Queen of Hearts soon, and . . . Catherine, I do think it’s meant to be you. You’re everything we hoped to find. You’re fierce, and passionate, and brave—’
‘Me? I can hardly stand up to my own mother!’
‘You stood up to the Jabberwock.’
Cath bit back her protests. She had been delirious and frantic. She had not felt brave or fierce, and she could remember the rush of relief she’d felt when the monster had run from her, rather than fight.
‘Then there’s the Vorpal Sword,’ Jest continued before she could form her thoughts. ‘It’s been passed through the Chessian royal family, generation after generation. I don’t know how it came to be in my hat, or how you managed to pull it out. Supposedly . . .’ He trailed off, his shoulders falling again. ‘Supposedly, only one with royal blood can wield it.’
Cath shook her head. No. No. That wasn’t her future. That wasn’t her fate. She wouldn’t allow it.
‘I am not a queen,’ she whispered, willing it to be true. ‘And I never will be. It’s impossible.’
Jest’s eyes softened. ‘The White Queen once told me that there were days when she believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.’
Catherine’s brow tensed. ‘But . . . that’s what I said.’
‘I know.’ He licked his lips. ‘I knew it the moment I met you, Catherine. The moment I saw you, even. You are the one we came to find – no matter how you try to fight it.’
She opened her mouth to refute again, to insist that she had no desire to wear the crown, that she would find a way to refuse the King – but she hesitated, as another thought trickled through her denials.