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t continued to snow every day, and soon it was the winter solstice. The palace was swept up in preparations for Christmas, as hundreds of geese and swans were cooked in butter and saffron. On Christmas I woke up sick and spent the morning bent over a chamber pot, while the rest of the court was at Mass.
Immediately there was talk that I was with child. I took to my bed while the rest of the court feasted and rejoiced. When I was strong enough, I rubbed yarrow oil on my belly, willing a child into existence.

Later, I sent the maidservant away for a moment and shuffled over to the mirror. My own wan face stared back at me.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” I said, as the glass began to ripple. “Who’s
the fairest of them all?”

For a moment it was silent. And then: “Rapunzel is the fairest,” it said.

I laughed. “That is very kind of you.”

The glass continued to ripple. I almost felt I could put my hand in it, that it’d feel like plunging into water.

I tilted my head, continued to watch myself.

“Am I carrying the king’s heir?” I whispered then.

For a moment the glass did not change. Then
it stopped, became flat and still, and my face came into sharp relief. I waited a few seconds longer, and was turning back to my bed when I heard that one word, “No.”

I swung around. “What?”

My own panicked face stared back at me, and the mirror was silent once more.

I
spent the next few days lying in bed, while Josef visited me every hour or so and Snow White spent afternoons
reading in bed beside me. She spread out, stretching her legs, holding a manuscript to her face, sometimes reading stories out loud to me from the Bible or the old epics.

When my cycle came after the New Year celebration, the disappointment everyone felt was palpable. Josef took me in his arms and there was no way for me to avoid feeling his grief, as well as the beginning of his suspicion that
there was something wrong with me. I felt his heart pulsing up to my hair and forced myself to smile, to kiss him, as anxiety twisted inside me.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he said, stroking my hair, my face. “It will happen in the spring.”

W
hen the snow finally started to melt, Snow White and I rode out into the kingdom, our skirts and hair flying. And slowly, beautifully,
the world turned green again. Because Gilles was out training a new peregrine, we brought guards with us instead—a host of them, at Josef’s insistence—and watched with delight as the people came out of their houses and bent over their gardens, which were lush and full, or came out into the wheat fields to marvel at the brilliant green stalks, far thicker and healthier than they’d ever seen before.
We stopped and talked to the people we’d helped in the fall, including the young mother whose baby boy was crawling now, who stared up at us through long lashes.

One afternoon we went farther out, and when we reached a perfect, open meadow, we hitched our horses to a tree and began wandering through the grass and wildflowers.

I signaled the guards to stay back, as Snow White ran about, plucking
up batches of yellow cowslips and purple sweet violets, letting the grass stain the pale hem of her dress. I watched, amazed that this was the same gloomy girl I’d met a year before. I ran after her.

Suddenly I heard the sound of bells. I looked up, saw a great bird in flight, with bells strapped to her legs by leather fastenings. The sky was a rich perfect blue and the falcon’s wings spread
so beautifully, spanning across the heavens. For a moment I was lost in the vision of it, as if I myself were in the air like that, strong and ferocious. The open sky, endless, and that massive bird soaring through it.

And then I saw another, smaller bird, gliding through the air. “Look,” I said, pointing up. Snow White and I stood side by side watching as the two birds circled and swooped. The
falcon was hunting the smaller bird—a blackbird, I realized—and they danced, up and down through the air, around each other . . . and then, in a flash, the falcon struck the blackbird, taking it to the ground.

Before we could approach, a horse burst out of the trees, and Gilles rode out into the meadow.

“Gilles!” Snow White called out.

I stepped forward.

“Your Highness,” he said, clearly taken
aback. “And Your Majesty. Are you alone?”

“Our guards are back there,” Snow White said, pointing.

“Good. There are bandits who wander these parts.”

She laughed, unconcerned, and handed a bunch of cowslips up to him. “We’ve missed you on our adventures,” she said.

“And I, you,” he said, taking the flowers and dismounting the horse. He bowed to her. “Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I’ve
seen the crops shooting up all around, healthier than I’ve ever seen. There’s abundance everywhere. I even heard that some farmers were able to harvest wheat before the first snow came.”

“Yes,” she said. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

He glanced up to me, smiling, before turning back to her. “Indeed. Did you see my new falcon, Princess?”

“She’s beautiful!” she said, as we all walked to where the falcon
stood over the blackbird.

Gilles walked up to the falcon, speaking words of praise, as the bird ripped her prey apart. We all watched the falcon eat as if she were starving, a bloody mess on the ground. After a while, Gilles signaled for her to leap back onto his wrist. She squawked, annoyed, but obeyed. He laughed, a wide, open laugh from somewhere deep inside of him, and stroked her breast
with his fingers.

“I want to touch her, too!” Snow White said.

“I don’t know if that’s wise . . . She’s a bit wild still. We’re in the middle of our—”

“It’s all right,” she said, interrupting him, putting her hand on the bird’s head. “She wants me to touch her.”

I held my breath, but the bird just looked at the child. Gilles looked from the bird to Snow White and back again, and then stood
still, waiting to see what would happen.

“Beautiful creature,” Snow White whispered. “Lovely beast.” She raked her fingers through its soft feathers. The falcon tilted her head.

“How can the bird let her do that?” I asked. Brune would never have let a stranger touch her like that.

“I don’t know,” Gilles said, careful to keep his voice low so as not to upset the bird. “I’ve never seen anything
like this.”

Snow White just looked up at him, laughing with delight. “She likes me petting her.”

“Well,” he said, clearly charmed, “how could any creature resist such a sweet princess?”

We watched, transfixed, as Snow White continued to stroke the bird, her pretty hands smoothing down the white feathers.

“So you’re training this falcon?” I asked after a moment, pulling my eyes from Snow White
to Gilles.

“Yes. Tomorrow I’m training her to hunt cranes.”

“How do you do that?” Snow White asked, looking up at him.

“Teach her not to fear them, first.”

“I thought falcons were fearless,” I said. “Brune was.”

“No creature is without fear, my queen,” he said. “You have to work it out of them. Teach them to be brave. Brune had to be taught once, too.”

“How do you do that?” I asked, fascinated.

“Come to the mews tomorrow, and I’ll show you.”

“I would like that,” Snow White said, pulling back from the bird. “You will be very brave tomorrow, won’t you?” she asked her.

The falcon tilted her head in response.

The three of us rode back together to the palace, the falcon high in the air above. I was exhilarated, completely alive as we flew on horseback through the wide-open world. I was
happy, despite everything.

T
he next day, Snow White and I went to see the falcon, walking hand in hand to the mews, with several guards trailing behind us. She glowed with excitement.

As we walked past a hedge, I thought I saw a pale figure behind the leaves, but when I looked more closely, there was nothing there. I turned my head, tightened my grip on Snow White’s hand.

Gilles was standing outside with the falcon on his wrist, the hood covering her face.

As we approached, two assistants walked out of the mews, carrying a crane, which was flapping its wings and calling out. The men carried the crane to a stake, held its wings down to subdue it, and began binding it to the wood.

“Oh,” Snow White breathed.

“It’s all right,” I said. I looked at her. Her face was
serious, her eyes wide.

She nodded.

“Do you want to turn back? We could read together, or walk through the gardens.”

“No!” she said.

Gilles’ eyes lit up when he saw us. My own heart quickened for a moment, too, and I ascribed it to my surprise—at the tied crane, at Snow White’s insistence—rather than to him. “Ah, you’ve come. This is her biggest test yet.”

“Welcome, Your Highness,” the other
men said, bowing to me.

“You must tie it like that?” Snow White asked, pointing.

“She has to know that she can kill the crane,” Gilles said, “that she’s strong enough.”

“But the crane doesn’t have a chance to fight for its life,” she said. “It’s not fair.”

“You’re right, it’s not. But the falcon needs to learn what she can do. We must keep the crane very still and quiet, so it doesn’t scare
her. That’s why we tie it up. It happens very quickly.”

Snow White looked up at me for reassurance. I became conscious of how fascinated and excited I was by what was about to happen. I wanted the falcon to kill the crane, without a trace of fear.

I squeezed Snow White’s hand. “It will not feel a thing,” I said.

When the crane was in place, Gilles removed the hood and released the falcon.

“Look at her,” I said, as the falcon swooped in the air and then down to the crane. She struck the crane with her clenched foot, killing it instantly. The next moment, she was ripping at the crane’s breast.

After a few minutes, one of the assistants lifted the falcon from the crane and perched her on his wrist.

Gilles placed his hands against the crane’s breast. Then he reached inside and pulled
something out, bright red and dripping.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“We feed her its heart.”

“Why?” Snow White asked, stepping forward. She was no longer horrified, I realized. She knew the falcon had done well.

“She eats her prey, becomes master of it by taking it into herself. This gives her the crane’s power, its beauty.”

“Her reward,” I said.

I thought of Mathena and me eating the
red petals in the forest, the eyes of the stag as it turned into a beautiful naked man.

The falcon stretched her wings, stamped her feet with excitement. The ringing of bells filled the air.

Gilles held the heart in his hand and stretched out his arm.

And then the falcon ate.

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