The Earl who oversaw the affairs of Drowning had not only banned women and girls from reading, but went so far as to outlaw certain books altogether. None was more illicit than the book Rye now pressed close to her body, Tam's Tome of Drowning Mouth Fibs, Volume II -- an obscure history textbook that was widely ignored until the Earl described it as a vile collection of scandalous accusations, dangerous untruths, and outright lies. Even an eleven-year-old could figure out that meant there must be some serious truth to it.

"Mama," Rye said, pushing her mother's hand away from her face. "We need to tell the soldiers. Before it, it . . ." Rye shuddered. "Comes back."

"Darling, quiet now." Abby eased her back down. Your close call is something best kept to ourselves. Bog Noblin attacks attract attention. The Constable -- and the Earl -- would be eager to speak with you. That's not the type of attention we want."

Rye didn't understand.

"But what about the rest of the village?" she said.

"Riley," her mother said. "Listen to me carefully. I'll make sure the right people know what happened. But at the moment, you need to rest. Your encounter in the bog was not the only trouble that befell you on the Black Moon. You were poisoned."