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Dear Mal,

I don't know
where this letter will find you,

but you mustn't worry about me.

I'm fine.

Safe in the Little Palace.

It's like I blinked
and the whole world changed.

But the upside, I have my own
very private room for the first time…

Saints! Have you ever bathed?

And what happened to your face?

This is going to take
more work than I expected.

Fetch my kit.

…and a whole host of attendants
who treat me with utter respect.

I mean, really, just unbridled… respect.

Ow!

For me, your little friend from Keramzin.

We'd have a good laugh about it…

…if you were here.

Smells like horse.

Horse has a use.

Stop, stop, stop.

I am perfectly capable of washing myself.

And yes, I smell like horse.

I was on one for 200 miles.
After nearly being killed.

Twice.

And I understand Old Ravkan,
and that was really quite rude.

In an hour,
you'll be presented to King Pyotr,

and General Kirigan has asked
that I make you look presentable.

I am to meet the King?

- In an hour.
- Oh.

Yes, "Oh."

So let's get on with it.

You know, this is all a bit much.
I really don't need any of this.

Oh, Saints! Is this velvet?

I'd start by making
her eyes less Shu, Miss Safin.

Everybody out.

Thank you.

Happy to get rid of the miserable shrews.

I don't pick my staff.
The Queen assigns them.

Mostly so she can spy on me.

Don't change my eyes.

I don't care that you're part Shu.

I care that you look terrible.

Some of this is surface,
but some of it runs deeper.

You're a Healer.

I'm a Tailor.

I can fix, but I can also modify.

I've never met a Tailor before.

I'm almost as rare as you,

though I'd hardly say
saving the Queen from sagging tits

makes me as important as you.

Important to the Queen, of course,

and she does not
like to see cracks in her porcelain.

Hmm.

No, um, that one's a reminder of home.

Sentimental.

I'll work on that, too.

But for right now, sit.

This will do nicely.

It only lasts a few days.

How old were you when you knew?

Testers found me when I was 11.

That's when General Kirigan
gifted me to the Queen.

But I've been working on myself
since I was three.

Since you were three?

Saints! I can't go in front of the King.

I need more time.
I've only been a Grisha for a day.

Maybe you've
only been aware for a day.

But you've been a Grisha your whole life.

And now you're here,
to tear down the Fold.

I didn't hire you
simply to get us across the Fold.

You're with us because you smuggle Grisha
out of the Little Palace,

and that's the location of our target.

- Sun Summoner.
- Alleged.

They wouldn't keep a fraud

in the most secure location
in all of Ravka.

You said you have a contact
who can get us inside.

A Heartrender.

Mmm-hmm.

How do I know we can trust her?

Nina grew up there.

Most Grisha grew up in the Little Palace.

Very few would betray their general,

and fewer still would help foreigners
kidnap their most prized possession.

Nina's a radical.

Thinks Grisha should
get to choose if they serve the Crown.

She despises involuntary service
more than she does Fjerdans.

Nina, you're late on payment.

Shall we settle up?
Or shall I call in the local constabulary?

Have a little patience.

Of course.

Is there anything else I can do
to make your stay more enjoyable

before you return to the Wandering Isle?

A man who calls himself the Conductor
will be arriving shortly.

Please show him to my room.

It would be my pleasure.

Keep looking. She's here.

If you need the room…

Witch.

You belong to us now.

A woman who fights.

She knew to expect us.

She isn't late. She's gone.

Yes, but her things are all…

What is it?

Drüskelle.
They are ruthless Grisha hunters.

Explains the Fjerdan krydda

the innkeeper was counting
when we arrived.

It's likely he ratted her out.

She's probably captive
on a ship to Fjerda by now.

They had a clear line of attack.

Take a look.
Make sure there aren't any more surprises.

Well, that's that.

We've lost our way into the Little Palace.

All clear.

This seems like a reasonable juncture
to abandon this whole Sun Summoner plan.

Abandon?

We're in this now.

And I know
what a million kruge means to me.

- What does it mean to you?
- Freedom.

Fun. Like, at least a few months.

- Retirement.
- Right, so we press on.

Get us across the Fold and I'll figure out
the rest on the other side.

Fine.

To cross,
I'll need 20 pounds of alabaster coal.

A peck of Majdaloun jurda.

Uh, not the kind from Kerch.
It's too weak.

And, uh…

a goat.

Now, we meet in the dead of night.

There's a wreckage of a skiff northeast,
on the edge of town.

So, who gets what?

Inej, jurda. I'll get the goat.

And Jesper…

just the coal, no detours.

Alabaster coal?

That way?

Eleven! Dealer wins all!

It's all right.
You can win it back.

Who's feeling lucky?

All right, money in. There you go.

Is this an open table?

No army uniform includes a veil.

You look fine.

Say one wanted
to leave the Little Palace…

But everything you need is here.

I've got some things
I've forgotten back at the camp.

- I could just go back.
- Don't be ridiculous.

This way.

Stop that!

No one can see you until King Pyotr does.

It's just as well.
This outfit is ridiculous.

Sadly, this is how
the King sees the First Army.

He cares little for mud,
blood or sacrifice.

Shouldn't I be in a kefta?

Oh, no.

The King expects to see a humble girl
plucked from the ranks of his army.

He'll want to take the credit for you.

You'll get a kefta
once he's witnessed your power.

Right, my power.

By all accounts,
it'll be King Pyotr, the Queen,

Crown Prince Vasily,

and the King's spiritual adviser,
the Apparat.

He's this greasy rat...

Was that a library?

Is it available to all of us?

Everything here is available to all of us.

The general built this home for us
so we can thrive.

Has a Grisha ever escaped?

Planning on
making a break for it?

Uh, I didn't mean to…

Oh, Saints!

I think the Grand Palace
is the ugliest building I've ever seen.

- How was your rest?
- Restless.

- Despite Genya's magic, I didn't...
- It's not magic.

It's science. Or rather, Small Science.

We do not conjure from nothing.

We manipulate
that which already exists around us.

You make it sound so easy.

A bird makes flight look easy.

But it was born to do so.

When it's ready.

So, be ready.

You're asking me to do something

I didn't even know I could do
three days ago.

Do you believe
I brought you here to make a fool of you?

To make a fool of both of us?

Just keep your focus on me,
and you'll be fine.

Once he sees what you can do
and we have his blessing,

you will remain here to train.

His blessing?

I thought you ruled the Grisha.

I may lead the Second Army,
but the King is still the King.

I thought she'd be taller.

I thought she was Shu.

Well, I guess she's Shu enough.

Tell her… Oh, I don't know…
good morning.

I don't actually speak Shu, Your Highness.

Then what are you?

She is Alina Starkov…

the Sun Summoner, moya tsaritsa.

She will change the future.

Starting now.

Now call the sun.

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

How long will she need?

Destroying the Fold will be no easy feat.

She alone may not be able to do it.

She will remain with me
at the Little Palace to train…

undisturbed.

Then train her quickly.

Our wars have been a noble pursuit,

but this chatter from the West
about becoming a sovereign nation,

that needs to stop.

The sooner we are
one country again, the better.

Agreed…

moi tsar.

You were perfect.

I don't know where it came from.

It came from everywhere.

Because you called upon it to come.

Welcome home, Miss Starkov.

It's such an honor to formally meet you.

You stink
of the orphanage, half-breed.

You truly are one of a kind.

The entire country
is going to be talking about you now.

They want you to believe
the Sun Summoner has been found

to finally tear down
the wall that divides us.

Yes!

How many times
have we been fed a story like that?

And how many times
have we in the West been told

to send our sons and daughters
through the Fold for another year?

It is time to accept that we need
to break away from the old country.

Now is the time to form our own country,

to keep what we make and what we earn,
instead of sending it to the East.

For the true Ravka!

True Ravka!

He's adorable.

Don't get attached.

I didn't think
I'd have to specify no detours to you.

Even if just a few minutes
could end a lifetime of questions?

Your parents are Suli.

They don't cross the Fold. They go around.

I know.

I just thought…

that if I saw their names on there,
I could let the idea of them go.

This thing?

This was all that I had
when I was sold to the Menagerie.

And if it was worth anything,
Heleen would have taken it.

But this is just a simple token of faith
that my mother stitched.

Kaz, this is all that I have left of them.

- Unless...
- Hope is dangerous.

It clouds your judgment.

Pray, scream, do whatever you have to do
to push this out of your mind and move on.

We all have debts to pay.

Where are you taking us?

You don't speak?

Maybe you're not
the infamous Drüskelle after all.

Maybe you're just slavers
dressed in furs taking women to be sold.

I'm no slaver. Be silent.

So you're taking us to Fjerda?

To our deaths?

To face trial, as our law demands.

How many Grisha are found innocent
at your so-called trials?

That's right. None!

Your trials are a sham!
Just like you and your friends.

That bola.

You were there.

Oh, the big, bad Drüskelle.

It was five on one!

Such honor, how noble!

I thought you respected your women.

You are not a woman.

You are Grisha.

Do not speak to me again.

We're almost there.

Where the hell is Jesper?

Just a little further.

Landmines.

We'll wait.

Follow the path that you carve.

That sign, that was my idea
to keep people away.

Can't be too careful.

We're fine. Come.

It's one thing
hearing about it, but this is...

Nothing compared to what lies within.

There.

So, goat, jurda… Thank you.

Now we're just waiting on…

Wait for me!

- They can't see the train.
- Jesper, get here now!

- Leave the lantern.
- Landmines!

Oh, wait for me!

Don't you go without me!

Wait!

Come on!

Go on, after him!

Please tell me you have
20 pounds of alabaster coal.

Slight snag in the plan.

Turns out that the kid
who was helping me buy the coal

didn't exactly know how to, uh, buy coal.

We know you gambled it away.

I lost a little bit of the money.

I lost all of the money.

Uh, but I managed to steal
20 pounds of alabaster coal.

No, no, there's 16 pounds.

Sixteen pounds of alabaster coal.

Can we do it on 16?

Never been done before.

Let's go!
We'll follow their footprints!

Sit here. Never shift your weight.

You've crossed that many times?

It's a numbers game.

Cross this often and you get nightmares.

- Landmines.
- I thought you said they weren't real.

I said nothing of the sort.

I just said I put up the sign myself.

Alina! There you are.

We've been looking for you.

We weren't properly introduced earlier.
I'm Marie, this is Nadia.

Why are the guards keeping me inside?

You're supposed to be in training now.
Are you really a mapmaker?

- Were you really attacked by Fjerdans?
- How many Fjerdans did you kill?

- Kill? I barely got a swing off at one.
- Sounds like our timing is perfect.

Welcome to the first part
of your new daily schedule.

Combat training.

Sun Summoner.

All of Ravka's foes want to kill you
before you can destroy the Fold.

It's a great honor
to have so many enemies.

A very warm greeting.

He's always like this.

You must learn to defend yourself fast.

Do you know how to fight?

What?

Look at this thumb. What's it doing there?

It's got to be behind there
otherwise you'll break them.

- I knew that.
- Yeah.

Whoa!

Right. If you hit like that,
you're gonna break these two,

so make sure it's straight.

These two,
that's going to get you the win.

- Mmm-hmm. These two.
- Yeah.

Okay.

I've had some training.

Show me. Pick an opponent.

Her.

Zoya Nazyalensky.

I've been training her since she was ten.

Care to back down?

Not familiar with the concept.

Fighters ready?

And… fight!

We go again.

Fight.

Your tracker friend also liked it
when I put him on his back.

Easy, Zoya.

Alina!

- Are you okay?
- Please be okay.

You okay?

- I can't believe she did that.
- She's just jealous.

Can't bear the idea of anyone else
being favored by General Kirigan.

Don't know why
she wastes her time pining over him

when she could be with me.

What were you thinking?
Against the Sun Summoner?

Have you lost your mind?

She's not the enemy
any more than I am! Go!

Shall we take you in to get you checked?

I can make my own way in. Thank you.

In some ways,
it's no different from the orphanage.

You can't let your guard down here either.

I can try and request leave for you
if you'd like to come?

To see it all for yourself.

I wish you were here.

If you were,
it wouldn't feel so overwhelming.

I'm dreaming about that stag again.

I know you'd laugh.

Tell me it's just a fable.

But then again, so was the Sun Summoner.

And yet, here I am.

I know you.

"The bone road ebbs
and the bone road flows."

You like books?

You are well-read, aren't you?

Educated?

The headmistress where I grew up

said because I didn't
possess any physical talent,

I should possess knowledge.

Isn't that lovely of her?

I'm the King's spiritual adviser.

I wanted to be friends.

It is important that we are friends.

I was just researching.

Oh, you're curious about
the lore of the Stag, are you?

Well, let me curate some reading for you.

Ah!

Here, it all began with this man.

One of the first Grisha
in recorded history.

The Bonesmith.

He knew the Grisha
would always be persecuted

and so he worked
on a plan to magnify their power.

Um, I'm sorry, did you say
he was called the Bonesmith?

He made creatures
from his own finger bones.

Mythical animals brimming with power.

Attuned only to Grisha.

They learned killing one of these beasts

and then melding
a piece of it into their body

would amplify their abilities.

Sometimes the gain was minor,

but with the right binding,
the increase in power was astonishing.

They slaughter the animals
to take this power?

Only the Grisha who takes that life
can take that creature's power.

A gift.

To mark our new friendship.

The Lives of the Saints?

Baghra awaits.

Baghra?

Every Grisha is trained by Baghra
to harness their power.

It is quite brutal.

Mostly the peasants hate the Grisha,

but I think it is
because the Grisha do not suffer.

But… you have suffered, haven't you?

I think you will suffer more.

Hello?

Hello?

You're late.

Let's have a look at you.

A Sun Summoner
who wastes her time training with Botkin?

Are you going to punch your way
through the Shadow Fold?

Where's the rest of you?

Are you mute, girl?

No.

That's something, I suppose.

Where are your parents?

Dead, I assume.

- Where did you grow up?
- Keramzin.

You slipped through the cracks
and stayed where you didn't belong.

Where do you belong?

With my friends. In the army.

Drawing a little home
for yourself in sketchbooks?

You don't belong here?

I'm told that I do.

You have to be told a thing to believe it?

Not always.

Then what are you?

A Sun Summoner?

And can you summon the sun
without the general clutching your wrist?

His blood and bones amplify other Grisha.
Did you know that?

Human amplifiers don't exist.

You're an expert on such things?

Can you summon the power on your own?

I can't.

What about now?

Everyone believes that you are the one.

Come back when you believe it, too.

I know I should be grateful.

The clothes, the food…
It's beyond anything we'd imagined.

And yet I wish I were with…
with the First Army.

In some moldy tent, drawing a world

where the Little Palace
is just a bit of pencil on paper.

Not real.

None of it real.

None of it bad.

What was that?

I've erected a system of timers
along the line.

Bits of metal hung on poles
to keep me apprised of our pace.

How did you know where to put the poles?

Physics and engineering account for…
most of my success.

And the rest?

What we might call divine intervention.

What others might call luck.

And after all,
the Fold is thick with volcra,

and the tracks are not complete.

- Coal, please.
- I'm sorry.

Did you say the tracks weren't complete?

- I said they aren't complete.
- What?

Ah, ah, ah. No moving.

We're a tad late. More coal.

Back to the real issue.

We're on tracks
that don't connect to other tracks?

- There's a gap but...
- You said you could get us through.

- How much of a gap?
- I built slats on the car.

They roll into place under the wheels.

The turbine generates enough wind

to push us all the way
to the eastern track.

As long as we don't shift our weight.

Now, the noise may attract volcra,
but it's the only way across.

Now, there's a nest nearby.

But we'll be fine.
If they haven't attacked us in…

Well, now we've got a problem.

How was your time with Baghra?

It was a promising start.

Oh!

It's to celebrate
your victory with the King.

And you have an otkazat'sya taster.

They're normally
reserved for the Royal Family.

Delicious.

You'll be happy with the meal.
If, you know, I survive.

Salt, please.

Salt coming at you.

I think it's safe.

Is this some kind of punishment for you?

This is a plum gig.

I was so happy when the last taster died.

Thanks.

Don't get used to this.

General Kirigan insists that
we eat peasant fare to keep us humble.

News from the Fjerdan front.

In the First Army, many casualties
in the 18th, 27th and 36th battalions.

Did he say 36th?

Also among the dead,

six Healers,
four Inferni and three Heartrenders.

The Fjerdans will be no match
against a unified Ravka.

Why are you here eating figs, hmm?

You should be training every waking moment
to tear down the Fold.

- How do you fight them off?
- I outrun them.

Open the throttle
and toss in all the coal,

which works when there's 20 pounds of it.

Damn it!

The stupid thing
impaled itself on a spike.

Get it off. The others will stand on it.

- More coal!
- We're down to fumes!

We won't make it with this extra weight.

- Give me a second.
- This is how we die?

- Jesper, grab the goat.
- I'm not throwing out the goat!

Grab the damn goat!
It's not bait. It's for you!

I need you to calm down.
Hug the goat. Shut the hell up.

- We should have hit that 20 seconds ago.
- 20 seconds is?

My timings are precise
to get us outside.

Even 20 seconds behind means
the train stops inside the Fold and…

that means we die.

There's more coming.

So soft.

You may want to make your peace.

Are they all dead?

What I haven't said
in this letter, Mal,

what I've been trying to write
among all these scattered words is…

is that I'm afraid.

I'm scared, Mal.

We grew up reading about a Saint

who would one day
perform a miracle of light

and solve our country's problems,

and we knew that was a lie.

We knew that no stranger
ever solved our problems for us.

No great miracle was coming.

That's why we had each other.

The world is hard and cruel.

But we had each other,
and that was enough.

That was everything.

If Saints were once real,
they've long since left us.

Yet now, everyone
is looking at me like I'm the answer.

Like I'm the miracle
the world has been waiting for.

Or perhaps they know I'm a fraud.

An imposter.

Mal!

I'm terrified.

Alina!

Of failure or success.

If I really do have this power, who am I?

I would be everything
we mocked and dismissed.

A stranger to myself.

And to you.

You once told me you were
the most scared when you were lost.

But getting lost can happen
even when you know where you are.

You told me about cardinal north.

And true north.

Cardinal north is a direction on a map.

True north? True north is home.

It is where you feel safe.

Alina.

And loved.

You have always been my true north, Mal.

I'll find my way back to you.

And if I am to survive this,
I need to be home again…

I'll meet you at the meadow.

…with you.