“I should hope not!” Celaena interjected.
“Your Highness,” Chaol Westfall snapped at her.
“What?” Celaena asked.
“You will address him as ‘Your Highness.’ ”
Celaena gave him a mocking smile, and then returned her attention
to the prince. Dorian Havilliard, to her surprise, laughed. “You do know that you’re
now a slave, don’t you? Has your sentence taught you nothing?”
Had her arms been unshackled, she would have crossed them. “I don’t see how working in a mine can teach anything beyond how to use a pickax.”
“And you never tried to escape?”
A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Once.”
The prince’s brows rose, and he turned to Captain Westfall.
“I wasn’t told that.”
Celaena glanced over her shoulder at Chaol, who gave his prince an apologetic look. “Th e Chief Overseer informed me this afternoon that there was one incident. Th ree months—”
“Four months,” she interrupted.
“Four months,” Chaol said, “after Sardothien arrived, she at tempted to flee.”
She waited for the rest of the story, but he was clearly fi nished. “That’s
not even the best part!” “There’s a ‘best part’?” the Crown Prince said, face caught between
a wince and a smile. Chaol glared at her before speaking. “There’s no hope of escaping
from Endovier. Your father made sure that each of Endovier’s sentries
could shoot a squirrel from two hundred paces away. To attempt to flee is suicide.”
“I should hope not!” Celaena interjected.“Your Highness,” Chaol Westfall snapped at her.“What?” Celaena asked.“You will address him as ‘Your Highness.’ ”Celaena gave him a mocking smile, and then returned her attentionto the prince. Dorian Havilliard, to her surprise, laughed. “You do know that you’renow a slave, don’t you? Has your sentence taught you nothing?”Had her arms been unshackled, she would have crossed them. “I don’t see how working in a mine can teach anything beyond how to use a pickax.”“And you never tried to escape?”A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Once.”The prince’s brows rose, and he turned to Captain Westfall. “I wasn’t told that.”Celaena glanced over her shoulder at Chaol, who gave his prince an apologetic look. “Th e Chief Overseer informed me this afternoon that there was one incident. Th ree months—”“Four months,” she interrupted.“Four months,” Chaol said, “after Sardothien arrived, she at tempted to flee.”She waited for the rest of the story, but he was clearly fi nished. “That’snot even the best part!” “There’s a ‘best part’?” the Crown Prince said, face caught betweena wince and a smile. Chaol glared at her before speaking. “There’s no hope of escapingfrom Endovier. Your father made sure that each of Endovier’s sentriescould shoot a squirrel from two hundred paces away. To attempt to flee is suicide.”
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