“It’s clear.”

“Let’s go,” Petunia whispered.

They walked swiftly through the front hall to the palace doors. One was ajar, but Petunia didn’t have time to wonder about it, just kept going as she half carried Jonquil.

“The boats are there,” Oliver whispered. “I’ll row you across and—”

“Hello, Olga,” Petunia said.

They stopped short a few paces from the boats. Olga was sitting in one, trying to row even though the boat was too far out of the water to actually move.

“Where are you going?” Olga eyed them suspiciously.

“We were going to hide in the silver wood, to get away from our princes for a time,” Petunia said. Jonquil let out a little moan, and Petunia squeezed her waist to make her stop.

Olga looked outraged and started to say something, but Petunia cut her off.

“Do you want us to help you across? You’re not going to get far, otherwise,” Petunia said.

“What are you doing?” Oliver whispered in her ear.

“Pan and I will row Jonquil and Olga across,” she murmured, trying not to move her lips. “You get Orchid and Lilac.”

“Are you sure?”

Petunia decided that she had had quite enough of everyone doubting her.

“Come on, Jonquil,” she said, pulling her sister toward the boat. Pansy trailed behind, looking uncertain. “We’ll help you get to your darling Grigori,” Petunia told Olga, “but you keep your mouth shut about what we’re doing, all right?”

Olga still looked suspicious.

“Do you love Grigori or not?” Petunia wanted to slap the girl. How dare she sit there like a mule; did she not realize that Petunia and her sisters were in grave danger and it was partially her fault?

“Get in,” Olga said. “I’ll keep quiet.”

Petunia installed Jonquil in the bow, and Olga moved to the stern. Petunia sat in the middle and Pansy pushed them easily down into the water. Petunia could tell that Oliver was helping her, and just hoped that Olga wasn’t looking when Pansy miraculously leaped into the boat without getting her skirts wet.

“It’s too easy,” Jonquil whispered.

Rescuer

Once Petunia was well under way with Pansy and Jonquil, Oliver ran back to the ballroom. He scanned the room, but of course there was no sign of Galen. Then Oliver realized: they were supposed to take the princesses out youngest to oldest, to avoid confusion … but he didn’t know who came after Pansy. Iris? Lilac?

Then he saw one of them coming his way. It was Orchid, with the spectacles. She had spilled something purple on her skirt and was holding it up so it wouldn’t drip on the floor.

“Clumsy me,” she called almost gaily over her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll help you,” said another one. Lilac?

“Hurry,” Oliver muttered as they passed him.

The other one—Lilac, he was almost certain—jumped.

“Sorry,” Oliver muttered.

“Galen’s bringing Violet,” Orchid whispered. “See if you can get Iris away from Derivos.” She gave a little flutter with her free hand in the direction of the dais.

“Thanks,” Oliver murmured.

Iris was engaged in heated debate with her prince right at the foot of the dais. Lily had gotten up from her throne, and Rose was moving toward them as well.

“It’s just not fair,” Iris was saying shrilly. “Why can’t I be with Blathen? And you’ve always had your eyes on Rose, Derivos, don’t deny it!” She jabbed Derivos’s chest with one finger.

“You want to marry Blathen?” Derivos was plainly baffled by this turn of events.

The King Under Stone sat on his throne, laughing.

Oliver could see what Iris was doing. She was causing a diversion so the others could slip away. But he’d heard about their escape ten years ago, and that diversion. When it had ended, the king had seen immediately that the most of the princesses were gone. If Rionin saw through Iris’s ploy before the others were out …

“It’s just not fair,” Iris said, beginning to cry. “You get to trade us or cast us aside! And we’re stuck with your decision! It’s just not fair!”

“Of course it’s not fair,” said Poppy, coming forward and putting her arm around Iris’s waist. “When have they ever been fair?” She glared at Rionin.

“Come, dear, you’re not yourself. Let’s go get something to drink,” said Daisy, coming up on Iris’s other side.

That was nine of them, Oliver calculated. Nine of them out safely, if the twins managed to sneak Iris out now. Leaving Hyacinth, Rose, and Lily. There would have to be another diversion, Oliver realized. A big one. They’d hoped to slip the princesses out without resorting to extreme measures, but Oliver’s stomach was twisting with fear and he knew they needed to go, now.

Galen had the same thought.

“Grab Rose, Lily, and Hya,” came the crown prince’s voice in his ear. “I’m going to make some noise.”

“Right,” Oliver whispered.

Galen didn’t wait long. Oliver was just reaching for Rose’s arm when the far wall of the ballroom exploded outward in a maelstrom of black shards. Everyone screamed, including Oliver, much to his embarrassment. He was fortunate that no one noticed the extra voice in all the confusion.

Rionin stepped down from the dais and strode toward the explosion. Rose had Lily by one arm and was calling for Hyacinth. Oliver could see her, caught in the melee in the middle of the dance floor. He tugged at Rose’s sleeve to get her attention.

“What is it?” She looked around, irritated.

“It’s Oliver,” he said, speaking normally so that he could be heard over the din. “I’ll get Hyacinth, you and Lily run for the boats.”

“All right,” she said reluctantly.

Oliver dodged through the crowd to Hyacinth. She was looking around for her sisters, but her partner wouldn’t let go of her elbow. Oliver took her free hand in his, leaned close, and whispered. “It’s Oliver, come with me.”

“I have to find Violet; she hates loud noises,” Hyacinth babbled to her partner.

She yanked free of her prince, and then Oliver was leading her through the throng as swiftly as he could. They were in the main hall, and he saw tears streaking Hyacinth’s face, when they heard the cry.

“Our brides!”

“Run!” Hyacinth screamed.

She let go of Oliver’s hand and raced for the doors. Oliver stayed close on her heels. When they were through the enormous front doors, he barred them with a silver twig. It seemed foolish: so small and fragile, balanced between the two great latches. But when their pursuers rattled the doors, the silver glowed and no one came through.

“Hya! Hya!” Rose called.

“Come on,” Hyacinth said blindly to Oliver.

He unfastened the short purple cape and gathered up the longer cloak he wore beneath it, following her to where Rose and Lily were waiting in one of the two boats left. He pointed Hyacinth toward the empty boat, but Rose stopped him.

“Don’t,” she said, “Galen …”

“I’m sorry,” Oliver said, stepping back.

Hyacinth climbed into the other boat with Rose and Lily, and Oliver pushed off, leaping into the bow at the last moment. Hyacinth and Rose were in the rower’s seat, and Lily was in the stern. In her hand she clutched two silver knitting needles, and her face was beautiful and strained.

The princes had broken the door to the palace open before their boat reached the other shore, the silver twig proving to be a temporary lock. The princes came down to the water, the courtiers following behind, and four of the princes jumped into the remaining boat.

There was no sign of Galen.

When their boat crunched onto the far shore, Oliver leaped out and dragged it farther up the sand. The three princesses climbed out and began to run up the path. Rose had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t look back.