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“That’s not enough for you?” Iric demands. “You need me to mean it, too? I can’t force that. That’s not how it works!”
I don’t know why Iric thinks he can reason with me at this point, but he keeps trying.
“I told you what he did! He made me think I could be a warrior! He made me believe I could have Aros forever if I took the trial with him. He promised he’d have my back during the trial, and you know what? He didn’t. How do I forgive that?”
I can imagine Soren wincing after every accusation. After a beat of silence, he says softly, “Iric, I’m so sorry. I can’t fix it. I did what I did. I was confident. Too confident, and I got us both stuck out here. I did the best I could after the fact. I failed my trial onpurposeso you wouldn’t be left alone out here. You’re my brother, and from now on, I swear to always have your back.”
“How can I believe that? How can I trust you?”
“Because I’ve changed. Because I’ve spent every day in the wild looking after you, excluding the fact that I now owe a life debt to Rasmira. But she’s our friend now. She’s on our side. And she’s changing things. She’s helping us go home. Is a whole year of penance on my part not enough for you? What more can I do?”
More silence, and I find that I’m holding my breath.
“I want it to go away. All of it,” Iric says. “No more struggling to stay alive. I miss the village. I miss our family. I just want things to go back to the way they were.”
“I do, too,” Soren says.
“I’ve spent so much time being angry.”
“You don’t have to be angry. Not anymore. Now we have hope.”
Iric is quiet for so long, I wonder if perhaps he left. Then quietly, so quietly I can barely hear it, Iric says, “I’m sorry, Soren. I’m sorry I’ve spent so much time hating you instead of being your brother and helping us go home.”
And with those words, I move the mattress back to its former position. The boys come up top. Iric starts shucking his wet clothesand throwing them at me. I’m torn between averting my eyes and catching the heavy garments before they strike my head.
When Iric is turned, Soren mouths,Thank you.
I fall asleep with the most profound sense of contentment. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a good leader.
CHAPTER
14
Iric’s swimming lessons take precedence over all else. We still have to feed ourselves, of course. The wood gets chopped, the traps get checked, the berries are picked—but with that done, it’s off to the pools. Day after day after day.
Soren continues to come with, though he mostly serves as a silent guard off to the side.
“You know,” Iric says, “I can’t tell if Soren comes to watch me or to watch you.”
We’re both in the water. Iric is flat on his back, and I’ve got my arms held out in front of me, tucked under him, helping him float.
“You, of course,” I say. “He wants you to succeed. He’s here to support you.”
“Or to see you in sopping wet clothes every day.”
“Iric, I will drop you.”
“Come on, Raz. You know I’m kidding.” He reaches up a hand and ruffles my hair with it, sending droplets down my face. “I think he comes because he likes seeing you in your element.”
“My element?”
“You know, bossing people around? Kidding again! I mean, leading. Teaching. You’re a born leader. Didn’t you say that’s what you were training to be? The next leader of Seravin? It shows.”
“Yes, but I was never any good at it. Nobody ever listened to me. I never had the respect of the trainees back home.”
“Did you treat them the way you treat us?”
We reach the end of the small pool, so I turn Iric in a half circle and start walking toward the other end. “What do you mean?”
