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So Benedict hadn't told Tatiana of their mother's history.

"Elliot?" Tatiana repeated. "Has Father said anything to you?"

Elliot almost laughed at the idea of her father telling her anything. But her father's renewed closeness to his nephew finally made sense. There was nothing he could do to change Benedict's claim to the estate. Benedict had been invited home with open arms for Tatiana's benefit. Her father knew his best chance of keeping the estate for his eldest daughter lay in marrying her off to the Norths' rightful heir.

But she doubted Benedict would be so easily swayed. No matter what he'd said to her when he first arrived, his snide remarks made it clear he hadn't forgiven his uncle for the banishment, and he would be unlikely to do anything to oblige him-like following the Luddite tradition of an arranged marriage . . . to his cousin.

"I'm not going to the race," was all Elliot would say. "I'm going to stay with Grandfather until the funeral. We've put it off long enough."

Tatiana pursed her lips, slapped her riding crop against her leg a few more times, and glared at Elliot. Elliot glared back. Then Tatiana opened her mouth and called out, "Father!"

Elliot sighed.

Her father appeared in the doorway. "Get dressed, Elliot. And not in black, either. Your grandfather would not have wanted you to look so dismal. Remember, this is a celebration of his life."

"She says she's not going," Tatiana whined.

"She most certainly is."

"But, Father-"

"You're going to the race," he stated. "Or I shall bar all visitors from the birthing house."

Elliot stared at him in bewilderment. If she didn't attend a party, he would punish an innocent servant and her son. It made no sense whatsoever. None of it had. Putting Dee in the birthing house was a nonsense rule as well. It was nothing but a display of his power over the Posts on the estate. And this-this was nothing more than a display of his power over her. It couldn't be important to him to see her present at the race. It would only reflect poorly on Tatiana and him if it was revealed that Elliot had chosen not to go.

It was Elliot who held power over him. She couldn't help the bark of laughter that bubbled up in her throat, couldn't prevent the escape of words that seemed to have been awaiting their freedom for years.

"Really, Father?" she asked. "And how exactly do you intend on implementing that? Will you be guarding it yourself, or do you expect one of the Post foremen to obey your orders in order to break the heart of a mother and son he has known all his life?"

The second the words were out, she regretted them. Her father's face turned deadly serious. "You are going to the race, or I will move that Reduced girl out of her private cottage and into the adult barracks. It's high time she found a man."

Elliot caught her breath. No. No, she took it all back. This is what came of spending time with the Posts. She thought she could change the world.

The baron smiled mirthlessly. "Not so haughty now, are you? Think I don't have control over my own estate? I do, and I can do much more besides. I can cancel the laborers' funeral feast. I can change the locks on that room in the barn you're so very fond of. You think I don't know what happens on my own lands, Elliot? You think you're in charge here? I am sick of your disobedience. You are going to the race because I said so." He turned to go, then paused. "Oh, and Elliot, these penalties shall apply to any further infractions. Consider it a standing order."

And then he was gone, leaving Elliot to sink weakly into her chair and Tatiana's smile to broaden considerably.

"That will teach you."

"Go away, Tatiana." Elliot shook her head. What had she been thinking? She was supposed to be too smart for this. She had been too smart-for three years, ever since the bad time, she'd been oh-so-careful to work around her father. But he still knew just how to hit her. He always did.

Tatiana frowned. "Elliot, you think we don't care about the Reduced. We do. We're Luddites. We were born to care. But all the little luxuries you provide them-do they make them work any harder? You were once so kind to that Post boy, and how did he repay you? He ran away and left us all without a mechanic. And how has he repaid you now that he's so rich? Hasn't that taught you anything? Our job is not to raise them up. It's to keep them alive and working and here, for the good of us all."

Elliot raised her eyes to her sister. "How is the common good served by going to a horse race, Tatiana? When you can explain that, then maybe I will see things your way."

Thirty-four.

THE LUDDITES WHO'D COME to the horse race were a varied lot. It had been so long since the Norths had thrown a house party, Elliot hardly knew what to expect-but the a.s.sembled group surprised her. Down in the Channel, things must be changing as quickly as Benedict and the Fleet Posts had hinted at. It was interesting to note which of the visiting Luddites embraced the Post styles and which resisted, more interesting still to see the reactions of the more conservative when Baron North and Tatiana came out in their new, bright velvet clothes. Eyes widened, eyebrows raised, and there were definite whispers among the a.s.sembled crowd.

"This is what comes of taking Post money," was one comment that Elliot managed to make out.

"I'd never have thought it of the Norths, but desperate times, I suppose," was another.

And, "Harbinger of the end times, if you ask me. Knew it as soon as I saw the invite. Innovation horses, indeed!" rounded out the bunch.

Her family didn't seem to notice. "One positive of your little outburst this morning," Tatiana hissed in Elliot's ear as they walked through the crowd, "is it allowed us to be fas.h.i.+onably late to our own party."

Elliot tugged on the sleeves of her dress and said nothing. Her hair, too, was arranged in braids and looped up over her head. Her dress was old-it had been her mother's-and a pale orchid color. She caught the approving nods of some of the harsher critics and inwardly cringed. Little did they know, beneath the Luddite dress, she was more of a radical than anyone in her family.

The Fleet had also arrived, and had concocted a marvelous system of heated pavilions attached to the sun-carts. The Innovations and Groves sat inside, watching the festivities and staying toasty warm. Perhaps the only good thing to come of this spectacle was Olivia's first appearance in public since her accident. Elliot hadn't been able to bring herself to visit her yet, for fear of running into Kai, but Tatiana had gone on several occasions. Her sister had reported back that Olivia was as pretty as ever, but had grown "a bit odd." She was quieter than she used to be and preferred to stay close to her brother.

"Give my regards to the tenants, Elliot," Baron North said-or rather ordered. "And invite Horatio Grove to sit in our pavilion."

"Yes, father." She doubted he would leave his sister's side, though, nor that he'd prefer the smoky smudge pots in the Luddites' pavilion to the clear air in the Fleet's.

As Elliot approached the Post pavilion, she saw that several Luddites sat there, too. Elliot supposed they were former patrons of the admiral's.

"Good morning, Elliot," said Felicia. She was dressed in magenta today, and sat on a giant marigold cus.h.i.+on she shared with her husband. Kai stood behind her. "You look lovely in that dress. Its color suits you so well. But I am surprised to see you here today. I thought you might be staying with your grandfather."

Elliot swallowed and kept her eyes averted from Kai's face, though he wasn't doing the same for hers. Indeed, she worried she might melt under the directness of his too-bright gaze. He'd stayed away from her since the night of her grandfather's death. She wished she could say she was grateful.

"I seem to have warring duties, ma'am. My father sends his regards. You know he has high hopes for your horses." How many weeks had she longed for him to look her way? Now she dreaded the sensation. His dark eyes seemed to bore right through her and it was all she could do to pay attention to the adults.

"As well the baron might," said the Luddite woman sitting nearest the admiral. "I am Baroness Channel, Miss Elliot. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of meeting Baron North's youngest daughter before."

Elliot shook the woman's hand. She was dressed in sh.e.l.l-pink velvet, marrying the best in Post fas.h.i.+on with Luddite sensibilities. Her matching hat had a s.h.i.+mmering half-veil that s.h.i.+elded the woman's eyes from the sun. Elliot remembered her name from Nicodemus's letter of introduction. "Nice to meet you."

At the racetrack, the riders were being announced, and each stepped forward, leading their horses by the reins. Elliot heard her sister's name called, and then Benedict's.

"I was so sorry to hear about your recent loss. Chancellor Boatwright was a great man. I used to do lots of business with him, before he shuttered his business and the admiral here approached me about starting his Fleet. I am happy that I could be here to celebrate his life."

"Thank you," said Elliot.

Felicia lifted a small set of binoculars to her eyes to observe the horses as they paraded them around the track. Many of the other attendees had similar devices. "Three Innovation horses in this race. I see the Record family has brought Zeus."

The baroness turned to the admiral. "I remember I was a bit skeptical when you first approached me. A Post, wanting to build a fleet of s.h.i.+ps to explore with? But by that time, you had already become quite well known for the horses. They were the first fruits of your exploration, were they not, Nicodemus?"

Felicia laid her hand on top of the admiral's, and he smiled at her as he said, "Ah, yes. Our first expedition. And what luck we had, didn't we, dear?"

"The island didn't have a name," said Felicia. "I don't think it was ever inhabited. Just wild horses, everywhere. We brought back a pair to start the breeding program."

"And the money we made was enough to begin to finance the Fleet," the admiral finished. "That was so many years ago now. Our late daughter-she was little more than a child at the time."

Elliot nodded once more to the Innovations and the baroness and, hoping to escape Kai's steady gaze, she moved toward the cus.h.i.+ons where the Groves sat with the Phoenixes. Even if he followed her here, she was sure Olivia would distract him. The girl sat propped up on cus.h.i.+ons near her brother and Donovan and Kai didn't move from his place near Felicia. Elliot supposed they couldn't spend every waking moment together.

He didn't stop watching her, either.

"Elliot," said Donovan. "What a pleasure to see you in our humble tent." A string-box sat in his lap and he plucked idly at it as he spoke. Olivia wore a dreamy half smile at the sound of the music.

"She's jumpier than she used to be," Horatio explained in a low voice. "Too many people, too much noise. She'd been refusing to come at all until Donovan offered to bring an instrument. The music soothes her somehow."

"Only when Donovan plays," said Olivia, with a slur in her voice Elliot had never heard before. "He's so good at it."

"You're doing so well," Elliot managed to tell the younger girl. "It is so good to see you again." She'd been too hasty, casting aspersions on Kai for visiting Olivia first. The poor girl had been through so much. Who knew if she'd ever really recover? And of course Kai would blame himself-this wouldn't have happened if he and Donovan weren't playing on the cliffs.

This wouldn't have happened if he and Donovan didn't have abilities no human should possess. Even at the time, Andromeda had tried to stop them, tried to warn them.

Now, Andromeda wouldn't even look her way. Elliot wanted to groan aloud. What had she done to offend the older girl this time? She sat stiff as a rod on her cus.h.i.+on, her crystalline eyes staring, unfocused, on the blanket before her, her lips pursed into a thin line. A set of binoculars lay forgotten near her feet. Elliot supposed they must be for show, anyway. With her eyes, Andromeda would never need them. Elliot was tempted to ask if the Post girl was all right, but Andromeda would likely only snap at her, as always.

As she exchanged pleasantries with the others, Elliot listened with half an ear to the conversation going on at her back. Baroness Channel was still curious about the Innovation horses.

"But with the horses being so rare and valuable, I have often wondered why you never returned to retrieve more."

The admiral chuckled. "Can't flood the market, can we? The Innovation Horse remains our biggest moneymaker, in part because they are so rare."

Felicia laughed, too. "In truth, Baroness, we did. But something must have gone wrong one winter on the island. The horses were gone. Died out. It's a mystery."

Something in her tone rang false to Elliot's ears. Was it truly a mystery? Had they killed off the other horses to make sure they had the only supply? She cast a glance back at the older guests on their cus.h.i.+ons. That didn't seem like either of the Innovations-to wipe out an island of horses. They were explorers, not destroyers. They were the only explorers, too, so it was unlikely anyone else would go get the horses instead.

"Indeed!" the baroness exclaimed. Beneath the shade of her veil, her mouth formed a perfect O. "How lucky, then, that you were able to preserve the breed."

"Yes," said Felicia. "We were very lucky."

Lucky . . . and convenient. That Felicia with her prodigious medical knowledge could take advantage of such a fortunate find. That Kai and his mechanical training had happened upon sun-carts that only he was capable of readying for buyers.

Elliot's blood ran cold as the truth cut through her like a scythe on a blade of wheat. She turned to stare at the Innovations in shock.

Felicia winked at the admiral. "To get the only two horses like that in all of existence."

Of course they were the only two. The Innovations had never discovered any horses-any enormous, incredibly fast, impossibly beautiful, amazingly strong horses.

They'd made them.

Thirty-five.

"OH LOOK," SAID THE baroness. "The race is about to start." Most of the people in the pavilion turned their attention to the track, but Elliot was too distracted. She looked full on at Felicia, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face.

But of course. Why should she be surprised? They were willing to experiment on human beings. Why not horses? And then, to pa.s.s them off as an undiscovered breed, as a product of their totally legal explorations . . .

She pressed a hand to her cheeks. Her flesh burned, and once again she felt the need to run. Here, surrounded by a large contingent of Luddite society, they were about to witness the triumph of abominations. They were about to cheer them on. Did no one else suspect? Or did they just not care? Like her family, so many of these Luddites had taken Post money and wore Post clothes. They drove Post sun-carts and accepted Post hospitality. Was the hypocrisy of the Luddites so embedded that they didn't mind who broke the protocols as long as there was money and amus.e.m.e.nt in it?

If they knew what the Fleet Posts had done, would the Luddites condemn them, or feel tempted to follow in their footsteps?

Elliot was a hypocrite, too. She liked Felicia. She liked the admiral. She'd sympathized with their desire to cure their daughter, and no matter what they did, she didn't want to see them hanged for their actions. She hated to admit it, but she believed in their goals too much.

She shuddered as new realizations swept through her. If she was a false Luddite, was she not alone? Was there anything keeping their way of life afloat aside from lies and a l.u.s.t for power?

Everyone's eyes were on the race as Elliot stumbled blindly from the pavilion. She forgot her father's instructions. She just needed to get away. She was two steps past the back of the sun-carts when she broke into a run, and halfway across the nearest wheat field when she collapsed in a heap. The ends of her skirts twisted around her ankles when she tried to stand, so she just pounded the dirt in frustration.

"Elliot," said Kai. "Don't say anything. Please."

She spun to see him standing over her. Of course he'd come after her. He'd been staring at her since she entered the tent. Was it his duty to see what deception of the Fleet's she'd uncover next? Had Felicia given him mind-reading abilities to help him along, or was Elliot simply that easy for him to read?

"Is any of it true?" she asked as he knelt in the dust at her side. Around them, hay bales still stood. They were s.h.i.+elded from the sights and sounds of the race. "Any of it at all? Are you really a Fleet? Are you really explorers? Did you really go forth at all, Captain Wentforth, or do you all just invent things and then claim you found them? Are you just a roving band of science experiments and liars?"

He looked at her with his too-bright eyes. "Are you a Luddite, or did you invent a breed of high-yield wheat?"

"Who told you?" she cried.

"I can figure things out on my own, too," he replied. "When you wouldn't talk to me the other night, I decided to do just that." He shook his head. "I don't know whether to be shocked or proud."

"I'll take shock."

"You don't get to choose." His face was kind, and Elliot wanted to smack it. He hesitated for a second, and when he spoke again, he sounded almost nervous. "Are you proud of me? I have to admit, I wondered when I saw you driving the sun-cart, all those months ago."

She felt like a fool. The Fleet had made fools of them all. Naturally, there were no island lots filled with abandoned sun-carts. They were the invention of her oldest friend. The controls looked like the tractor controls because that's what Kai had been used to. He wasn't restoring them for buyers; he was building them.

"Even then, I was glad you liked it. I wondered what you'd think if you knew I'd made it."

She gritted her teeth. She'd been proud enough when she'd thought he'd merely found them. But how could she countenance this? "Don't change the subject."

He lifted his shoulder. "Fine. What happened to your wheat?"

"That wasn't what I meant."

But Kai wouldn't let up. "What happened?"

She gestured back at the pavilions. "The racetrack."

He nodded. She didn't need to say anything more. He knew what the baron was like. "What were you thinking, Elliot? I'd never have expected it from a Luddite. Even you."

"We needed to survive," Elliot said, ignoring his "even you." How did this become about her? A field of cross-bred wheat paled in comparison to illegal inventions and abominable animals. "Now you explain. This isn't about Sophia this time."

"No, it's bigger than that. It's about every Post on the islands. Yes, the Innovations lied. And your kind ate it up with a spoon. Look at the Luddites-beholden to their high-minded ideals, yet so desperate for something new, something better, that they don't even ask basic questions."

"Our naivete is no justification for your deception," said Elliot. "Are they all lies? Everything?"

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