Chapters:
Eight: To Tallus
Nine: Tallus
Ten : The
Eleven: DeathWatch
A
few miles out of town, Ezra stripped off the heavy black mask covering the
lower half of his face and offered the others a quick grin. The moonlight glinted off his healthy teeth,
so that they almost glowed.
“Well
that was fun,” he said lightly to no one in particular. It earned him several dark looks, including
an increasingly haunted looking one from Vin. The archer’s shoulders seemed to slump more
and more the further they got from his former home town, the large crossbow he
usually wore across his back while riding loose across his legs.
“If
by fun, you mean that I should laugh about the fact that the people who I grew
up with, the people who took care of me after my momma died, the people I
considered family, would turn me in for money, well then, ha ha ha,” Vin replied tightly.
“Well,
at least it was a good reason,” Ezra argued, still smiling.
Vin
frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Good reason? 500
Crowns?”
“Certainly. Survival. They were only doing what they had to, to
survive.” The thief shrugged.
“Ezra,”
Chris warned angrily. The thief looked
across at him, then nodded. Pulling back slightly on the reins, he fell
back into the group to ride in back with Josiah and Nathan, who, once more, had
chosen to take up the rear. Josiah was
using some of his remaining strength to wipe evidence of their passage, and
Nathan was shoring him up with some of his healing power.
Vin
turned to watch Ezra leave, his gaze hard.
Then he turned around and stared forward at the dark landscape.
“Ezra…”
Chris said, also watching the ground before them,
“does not have the most principled of perspectives.”
Vin
sighed, not answering for a moment, then he offered a short laugh. He straightened his shoulders and inhaled
deeply. “Actually, I think he may have
the most practical outlook of all of us.”
“Practical?”
“He
was right, Chris. As much as I dislike admitting
it, those people, my people, did not act because they wanted to. They believed they had to. Tascosa…is just a
shell now, Chris. That kind of money
could mean the difference between life and death to some of them. Stuart James…I saw his face. As much as I want to hate him, I can’t deny
that he was only trying to help his people.”
Chris
snorted, clearly not agreeing. “What
about Lucas.”
“Oh him?” Vin’s face dropped into a sneer, “He’s just an ass.”
The
paladin laughed, and Vin was able to straighten his
shoulders a bit more. Casually, he
lifted the crossbow and swung it round his shoulders.
Buck
rode forward then, pulling up so that he was next to Chris. JD leaned forward on his pommel, but did not
also move forward to join them. Ezra pulled
up alongside the lad and patted him on the back. JD nodded at him.
“So,”
Buck said slowly, as if tasting each word as it came out of his mouth, “I take
it this means we will not be visiting anymore towns?”
“No. With the bounty on Vin’s head, and the one that will likely be placed on
the rest of us before long, I think it safer to stay to the woods. We’ll have to survive on what we have in our
bags.”
“Ain’t much,” Buck grimaced. “Enough for a
week, maybe.” Behind him, Ezra cleared his throat.
“I
was wearing a mask, don’t forget, Sir Larabee. I can still stop in any villages we pass…for
supplies and information,” the thief suggested.
Chris pursed his lips, but did not deny the man.
“I
don’t like the idea of you going into places alone,” the paladin said.
Ezra’s brow knitted, instantly taking this the wrong way. “I will not run out again, Adenn’s Champion. I
gave you my word back there in the village.”
Chris’s
jaw tensed at the formal title, his eyes hard as flint. “I meant, Lord Standish, that I was worried
about your safety. Strangers will all be
viewed with suspicion right now.”
Ezra
blushed slightly at being corrected, “Ah.
Well, then, perhaps one of you may accompany me…”
“How?” JD piped up. “They all know
what we look like now.”
“There
is such a thing as a disguise, Master Dunne.
In fact, considering the length of Master Tanner’s hair, I may know of a
particularly effective one….so long as he doesn’t mind shaving that stubble on
his chin.” Ezra grinned brightly at the
scout, who looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened in
understanding.
“What?
No, no, no way!”
“Master
Tanner, as much as you may deny it, you are the best suited, other than Master
Dunne. Your youth, being, perhaps only a
year or two younger than me, and your features….”
“No,
No! Absolutely not.”
Buck
started to snicker at Vin’s
indignation, and even Chris started to smile.
JD merely looked bewildered.
“What
are you talking about?” the stableboy wanted to
know. Vin
glanced at him angrily, then turned to face forward. This made Buck laugh harder.
“I’m
suggesting…Master Dunne…that Master Tanner pretend to
be my wife.” Ezra smiled up at Vin, while JD’s hand instantly went to his mouth to hide his
surprise.
“Ezra,
I am going to KILL you,” Vin flashed.
“I
believe that that is not an uncommon feeling to have for one’s husband, my
dear.”
“Dead,
he will be dead. There is no way in hell you will ever get me into a dress.”
“Actually,
Vin, I think that Ezra’s idea has some merit,” Chris smiled across at the
tracker.
“Then
you do it!”
“Too
old,” Ezra deadpanned, earning a briefly hurt expression from Chris. The paladin quickly recovered however, and
nodded.
“He’s
right,” Chris said.
“Then
let JD do it.”
“Hey!”
the kid yelled indignantly.
“I’d
rather it were you, Vin. You’re more experienced,” Chris answered,
ignoring JD.
“Hey again!” JD said again, annoyed at being considered inexperienced. He thought he had done a damned good job back
at the tavern. Then he remembered what
he was objecting to, and quickly shut up.
“I
have one blue dress,” Ezra mused, tapping his finger against his chin and
looking up. “It will match his eyes, and
light enough to draw attention from any shadow on his chin. And I have some face powder and lip coloring
in my bags.”
“No!
No…a dress is bad enough, but you ain’t painting my
face!” Vin’s color was up so high on his face, it was a
wonder he didn’t burst.
“Why
have you got women’s clothes and face paint in your bag, Ezra?” Buck asked
suddenly, arching an eyebrow. Ezra
snorted at the question.
“I
too have had to don the occasional disguise on occasion, Captain,” Ezra replied
easily. “I carry two dresses – one blue, one purple – just in case.”
“Well
then, you be the wife,” Vin rebounded. “I’ll be the
husband.”
“May
I remind you, Master Tanner, that it is not my face sitting on a wanted bill in
every town square between here and Tallus?”
“You
are a dead man, Ezra Standish.”
“I
believe you said that already,” Ezra smiled and leaned back in the saddle.
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The
plan worked well, with Ezra and a disgusted (but well disguised) Vin stopping in three towns on the journey down to Tallus. They
pretended to be refugees – something commonly seen in the war ravaged towns –
and easily got supplies.
However,
keeping to the woods was not much safer than avoiding the roads. As Josiah had predicted, the blood magic of
the fay had grown stronger, and the creatures who
lived off of it had returned to haunt the old places. Even with Josiah’s wards and being on alert,
they had several other near misses, one of which cost them almost a week of
time.
That’s
when they lost Buck.
One
evening, while making camp, the Captain had wandered off to answer a call of
nature, and never returned. They found
him five days later about ten miles up inside the Southern reaches, sitting up
inside a circle of mushrooms, covered in ashes.
He was dazed, but otherwise all right.
When he tried to explain what had happened, it came out in a somewhat
disjointed fashion.
“I’m
not so sure,” he had said, staring up at Josiah as if for answers. “I remember being just outside camp, about to
return, when I caught sight of what I thought was a firefly. It was so beautiful – like a tiny glowing
sun, and it flew around my head a few times.
When it didn’t blink, I knew it wasn’t natural, but I couldn’t take my
eyes off of it. When it started to drift
away…I followed.”
“A
Will-o-the-Wisp,” Josiah supplied quietly. “They’re like sirens – they work for
the fairies by enticing solitary travelers to follow them into the Fairy
world.”
Buck
nodded, blinking at the information.
“Whatever it was…I don’t really recall much of what happened after
that. I have vague memories of suddenly
be surrounded by light, color and music, as if it were day, and laughter…like
the chimes of a pocket-watch. At some
point,” he narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see more clearly, “at some point
I found myself here.” He looked around
at the long oval circle of mushrooms.
“A
fairy circle,” Josiah explained again.
“They drain your energy and leave you to die inside the circle. The mushrooms grow to feed off of your body
once the fairies have finished stealing your life.”
“Yeah…
that makes sense. When I awoke, I was
lying here, tied down by these golden threads.” He looked down at his body, and
noticed bits of gold flecks mixed amongst the ashes. “They were so strong, I couldn’t move. And all around me where these tiny…” he
smiled crookedly, “tiny women. With wings. Really pretty women. But…small. Really small. Oh, but
they were nice to look at.” The smile
grew more lascivious.
JD’s
eyebrows arched at the description, and he shared a look with Ezra and Vin.
“Fairies,”
Josiah agreed. “But, you were tied down
by Fairy thread? I have always been told it is unbreakable without magic. You
were already released when we got here, how did you…?” He trailed off, his eyes looking more closely
at the ashes. Buck grunted and stood,
staggering a little until Chris caught his arm.
“I’m
not sure, mage. I was just so angry at
being tied down, so furious. I knew I
was dying, I could feel it, but I couldn’t do anything. I screamed, I remember that, and fought to
pull free, and they just laughed at me.
They flew closer and I started to feel dizzy, and I could smell the
mushrooms growing – the smell of death.
Then, from somewhere deep inside of me, I felt power. Just briefly, like a bolt of lightening, and
I grabbed it, shoved out with it.
Abruptly everything went red, then black. When I woke again, I was alone…and as you see
me. How did you find me?”
“Turns
out Vin’s a pretty darn good
scout,” Chris said quietly. “We tracked
you. Your trail went all over the place,
but eventually it led us here.”
“You
burned the ropes,” Josiah whispered, his voice reverent. Buck looked at him.
“I what?” He shook his head. “No, Josiah.
I had no means to make fire. I
didn’t burn them.”
“You
did. It’s the only explanation. This is incredible. I have to think on this.” He watched Buck a moment longer, then wandered off to find his horse. Buck watched him go with a bemused
expression.
“He’s
a strange bird, isn’t he,” the Captain said curiously.
“There
is nothing normal about any of this, Buck.
Fairies?
Good lord – talk about a ridiculous myth brought to life.” Chris shook his head, and noticed that Buck
had a bruise on the side of his head.
“Best get Nathan to check you over before we head out. How do you feel?”
“Weird. But, not hurt.”
Chris
nodded. “Good, because
we’ve lost a week of time.”
Buck’s
eyes looked startled, “a week? But I
don’t….” He shook his head, swallowing
hard.
Chris
only nodded, before turning to go follow Josiah. Nathan took over, checking the Captain over.
“What
do you mean he burned them?” Chris demanded, coming up on the mage. Josiah turned around, his eyes bright.
“I’m
not sure,” he replied. “But I think
that, perhaps, we may be able to do more with these auras of ours. I really
have never heard of anything like this before, so I can’t tell you. But you recall what I said about us each
representing an element?”
“Except Ezra.”
“Right, except Ezra. Well, it may
be possible that these elements are also protecting us, to some degree. Buck…I think he used his, fire, to free
himself. He had to have been pretty
desperate at that point, and it might have taken over to free him, to give him
the strength to break free. If true…that
may bring us an edge.” Josiah grinned,
rubbing at the back of his neck.
Chris
sighed, not sure he liked this. “Well,
is there anything we can do to better control these supposed powers?”
Josiah’s
face pinched for a minute in thought, then he shook
his head. “I don’t think so. I doubt I can teach you to call on them. None
of you have the aptitude for magic. Hell,
for Buck, the power may never return.
For now, all I can say is, it certainly makes for some interesting
possibilities.”
Chris
grimaced at this rather useless statement.
“Well, think on it mage. Anything
that can help would be useful.” Josiah
frowned at the irritation he heard in Chris’s voice. The paladin was disappointed in him.
“Chris,”
he said gruffly, “I am as new to this as you are.”
The
paladin looked away, back at Buck. “I
know that, mage. But at the moment, you
are the only one who has the knowledge to make sense of it.”
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“Damn,”
Chris stated sourly, his eyes scanning the hillside before him, “how the hell
did Farron get here so fast?” None of the others responded, but a deep
sense of gloom had enveloped them all…all except JD.
The
kid’s eyes were as big as saucers as he stared down at the scene before
him. Never having left the Pass before,
he’d been somewhat disappointed by the lowlands, not seeing too much difference
except in the types of trees he saw. But
as he looked over the city and castle a league away from their hidden position,
he found himself rendered almost speechless.
“Wow,”
he breathed, earning him a sidelong glance from Buck, “is that Tallus?”
“Sure
is kid. She’s usually a bit happier
looking, but that’s her.”
Before
them stretched the valley of the
This
was indeed Tallus.
And
it was under siege.
Castle
Tallus rose up on a hillock just north of the main
city, built high on a motte with one side a limestone
cliff running steeply down into the river below. Ivy, small bushes and wildflowers covered the
limestone wall reaching up to the castle.
The other three sides were landscaped lawn rolling down to the city
below.
Straddling
both sides of the Clythe, the city of
“How
many people live there?” JD asked, trying to count all the roofs and chimneys.
“A
lot,” Buck answered again. Vin smiled grimly. He was Tillurian,
but he himself had only been to the capital a few times. He remembered having a similar reaction many
years ago, when he’d first come to sign up for the army.
“What’s
a lot?” JD persisted. Buck shrugged and
looked to Chris and Vin.
“Approximately
fifty thousand souls, Master Dunne,” Ezra said, sidling up behind them from
where he’d been taking care of the horses.
“It is the largest city in the Four Kingdoms. Rhea is next with forty five thousand, but
neither Adenn nor Leda have
more than twenty five thousand souls in their walls.”
“Fiftty thousand?” JD gasped. “I’ve never…”
“I’m
more interested in how many of Farron’s soldiers are
on that hill,” Chris interrupted. JD
quickly quieted under the dark tone, turning to look in the direction of the
castle.
Surrounding
the city, covering the hills and reaching up the hillock to stand within a few
hundred yards of the castle walls (just outside of longbow range), stretched a
sea of tents and campfires. Farron’s army.
“Based
on the number of campfires multiplied by the number of men per campfire in your
average battlifield situation,” Ezra said, “I’d
warrant about seven thousand men, give or take a hundred.”
“Seven thousand?” JD’s gasp
was back. “How are we going to defeat
seven thousand?”
“One thousand each?” Vin deadpanned. JD shot him a look.
“Are
you sure about those numbers, Ezra?” Chris asked. “That’s how many we figured on before we left
last month. If you still think that
there are seven thousand on that field, then that we mean they made it all the
way here without any losses.”
“Unless
they have more fires in an attempt to inflate their numbers for psychological
reasons, Sir Larabee, seven thousand is about right.”
Buck
snorted, “you came up with that number awful quick,
thief.”
Ezra
bristled under the moniker, “I did not beat you repeatedly at poker because I
have a gift for language, Captain.”
“I
thought it was because you cheated,” Vin ribbed,
smiling crookedly.
Ezra’s
expression did not change, “there was no need, Master Tanner.”
“All
right, all right, before we get off topic here, how do we get inside the castle
without going through that mess?” Chris looked at Vin,
who shrugged.
“Don’t
look at me, Chris. I’ve been inside
there all of three times in my life.
While I could get you around the guardrooms and to the Great Hall, I
have no idea how the rest of that place works.”
“Buck?”
the paladin turned to his captain.
“I know
some passages exist in the walls behind a few of the bedrooms and in the
servant quarters, Chris, but not how to get to them from the outside. Once in, I could get you to, say, the
Princesses bedroom but….” He trailed
off, his voice trying to remain cool as the others all raised their
eyebrows. Josiah smiled into his hand,
while Nathan tried not to express the disgust he felt.
Chris
merely frowned, the only one already aware of Buck’s habits. Instead, he looked to Ezra. The thief grimaced.
“There
is a secret passage at the base of the cliff leading up into the castle from
the Clythe.
You have to climb a bit to reach it, but the ivy on the wall is pretty
strong. I believe it was originally
designed as a waste chute from the dungeons, but it fell out of use. Sometime before the enlightenment, when this
castle was still a stronghold of the ancient emperor’s,
they turned it into an escape route. It
leads to all of those passages Buck was talking about.”
No
one spoke for a while, until Buck growled, “how do you
know this?”
If
you are asking whether I have ever stolen from the royal family, Captain, the
answer is no.”
“That
is not what I asked.”
“Yeah,
Ezra, how do you know?” This was JD who asked, and his tone was thick with
curiosity instead of censure. Ezra
glanced at the boy, and couldn’t resist a smile.
“I
have had excuse to visit and learn of all four capital’s fortifications, Master
Dunne, as part of my, ahem, former profession.
However, I have never used that knowledge to harm the royals in any
way. I needed information for my Prince,
though I admit…I may have occasionally borrowed from some of the royal’s wealthier guests while doing so.”
“Wow,”
JD said again, looking at Ezra. For some
reason, this “honest” response cause Vin to snicker
and Josiah to smile. Even Buck’s
expression softened. Only Nathan still
seemed upset, probably because he had once been one of the “wealthier guests”
that Ezra had once lifted from.
Chris
was nodding, his eyes still on the campfires, and in particular on the large
centrally located white tent in the middle of them all. “Well, I guess that is our way in,” he
said. “I take it that, once inside, you
can find your way around?”
“Yes,
and I would guess that you, the scout and the Captain will quickly figure out
the general scheme of the tunnels, should you decide that we split up.”
Chris
nodded again, his mind already several skips ahead. Peering once more out at the field and the
purpling sky beyond, he calculated the amount of time left before dusk.
“All
right Ezra,” the paladin said, “tonight we’ll get ourselves into the castle.
We’ll find Eloise first, try to convince her to help, then
go get the queen.”
“Fine. Then, if you will excuse me, I
need to procure us a boat,” Ezra smiled and stood, brushing off his
outfit. With a nod to the others, he
finished, “Meet me at the Eagle Pub at
Vin
nodded, as did Buck and Chris. It was a favorite spot for soldiers. In fact, it
was a tradition for new recruits to burn their initials into the ceiling and
walls of the back room with a candle. With a grin, Ezra slipped away.
“I’m
glad you trust him, Chris,” Buck said weakly.
The paladin sighed.
“We’ll
go into the city in pairs. Meet at the
Pub at
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Ravennie shivered in the cold spring air, disliking the dampness of this green
land. She’d hated it when she lived in
this country as a child, and she still hated it now. Danaeria was much different in landscape –
warmer and more desert like. Some might
describe it as harsher, but she preferred the drier air.
Another
shiver hit her, which was odd since the wind hadn’t blown. Frowning, she closed
her eyes and looked around with her mind, seeking out the source of the
disturbance. Suddenly, the vision of her
own death hit her and her pale blue eyes flew open in shock.
“Ravennie?” Well’s voice slid across
the wind, and the blond Oracle turned to meet her. Wells pushed aside the edge
of Farron’s tent and joined her friend outside. Her eyes were bright and a flush had lit upon
her cheeks.
“Ravnennie, can you feel them?” she whispered.
“Them?” The older Oracle was still reeling from her
own premonition.
“The
seven,” Wells shut her eyes and took the other girl’s hand, “I can feel
them.”
Ravennie watched the brunette for a moment, brow knitted in worry. Then, taking a deep breath, she too closed
her eyes and once more allowed her mind to wander. This time, she saw them. As clear as day, the seven men blazed
brightly among the thousands of people in the city, their energy brighter than
ever before. It almost took Ravennie’s breath away; their colors were much stronger
than they had been when Farron had killed Hannah,
more vibrant.
“Isn’t
he handsome?” Wells asked, her eyes still closed. Ravennie frowned,
her mind’s eye only capable of seeing the features of the Tillurian
scout.
“The
green one?” she asked. “Yes, I suppose…”
“No…the one of earth, the boy. With the dark brown hair…” the younger
oracle smiled, watching shamelessly as JD moved across the landscape of her
mind. She could tell he was in the city
somewhere, and that he found it amazing.
If she focused hard enough, she could almost see his face….
“I
can’t see the brown one, only the green,” Ravennie
stated coldly. “Not that it
matters. We need to tell Farron they are here.”
Wells’
eyes opened slowly, clearly warring with herself. “Do we have to?” she whispered.
“Wells,
dear one, you know we do. You know what he
will do to us if he finds out we didn’t tell him.”
“Yes
but,” Wells bit her lip, her eyes shifting, “but have you thought that…that
maybe if we can get to them ourselves, if we sneak
away…maybe we could escape? The Seven
would protect us, I know they would. I
know they will try to get into the castle tonight, we could meet them
there.” Brown eyes implored blue, but Ravennie could only shake her head.
“Have
Farron’s demonstrations of power meant nothing to
you, Wellssandra? He could crush us in moments
without a second thought. And he’d
know…the instant we tried to leave, he’d know.
And he would find us and kills us.”
“Ravennie, he is not all powerful yet. He’s not omniscient either. With the Seven’s help…”
“No.”
“Rav…”
“No.
Wells, you may feel like risking your life, but I don’t. I don’t want to die, and every time I sense
those seven men, I see my death. If
telling Farron they are here stops that from
happening….”
“Ravennie, I love you.
I would never let anyone harm you, and I swear,
I know none of those seven men would let you die. Farron is evil,
can’t you see that? We need to get away
from him, and with the seven men here, we might actually stand a chance.”
“I’m
going to tell him,” the blond oracle turned to go inside the tent, but Wells
caught her arm.
“Wait,
please.”
“Why?”
Wells
firmed her jaw, her breath quickening. “Wait until tonight.”
Ravennie frowned, hearing something in Wells’ tone she’d not heard since the
young oracle had first arrived in Farron’s keep five
years ago. It was the voice of the
willful girl she once had been.
“Why
tonight?” Ravennie asked more quietly.
“Because…because
I’m going to escape. I saw them let in a
young serving girl from the city up at the castle last night, and we didn’t try
to stop her. If I do this right, I might
be able to get into the castle the same way.
And Ravennie…you could come with me.”
The
older Oracle frowned, a tiny light of hope flaring in her heart for a moment
before cold reason extinguished it.
“I’m
sorry Wells. I can’t.” She lowered her
eyes to look at the muddy earth beneath her feet, her soiled shoes ruined. Wells let go her arm and wrapped her arms
around her own body as if to ward of chill. Ravennie
stood watching the girl for a moment, wondering how Wells could still have any
fight left in her.
“But
I will wait,” Ravennie whispered. “I’ll give you until after
Wells
turned around, brown eyes filled with tears.
She nodded. “Thank you,” she said.
“Be
careful,” Ravennie replied sincerely before
disappearing back into the tent.
Inside,
Farron looked up from where he was poring over a map
of the inside of Castle Tallus with one of his
lieutenants. Beautiful sea-green eyes
glanced lazily at Ravennie, who nodded quietly before
moving into a back where she and Wells’ cots were set up. The emperor grinned and rubbed at the scar on
his cheek, his mind thinking about how pretty Ravennie’s
cheeks looked flushed with the cold air.
After a moment, he stood up and moved to follow her, taking off his
cloak as he went.
“Do
not let anyone disturb us for an hour,” he ordered his lieutenant as he draped
the cloak on a chair. Eyes narrowed, he
started unbuttoning his shirt as he glanced back at the young man now standing
at attention by the desk, “Or I will have to kill you.”
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Many
hours later, when the moon had climbed high in the sky, a single small rowboat
glided silently down the Clythe, working around the
merchant ships slowly. Only two people
were visible sitting inside, a young man rowing the boat, and a young woman in
a purple dress and shawl. From the looks
of it, they were sneaking out for a
Ezra
shifted the purple shawl higher on his shoulders, peering lazily out from under
his ladies hat. Vin was grinning ear to
ear as he rowed the boat, unable to believe that he had succeeded in convincing
Ezra to play the woman in this little scenario.
Ezra caught the smile coolly, not pointing out that, by playing the
woman, he did not have to row the boat.
JD shifted where he was lying on the floor of the little craft, hating
the crampt space and the fact that he was getting
damp. Still at least he wasn’t with the
others.
“Stop
grinning,” Buck hissed at Vin from the water, his hand
resting on part of the rowboat’s prow.
He, Chris, Josiah and Nathan were swimming alongside, all looking like
drowned rats in the murky waters. The Clythe might be a famous river, but that did not mean it
was clean.
Vin
arched his eyebrow, but didn’t do as he was told. The grin merely got bigger.
“Over
there,” Ezra said quietly, pointing to where a willow tree stuck out from the
base of the limestone cliff. Vin pulled hard on the left oar, and the boat glided gently
to the right and under the tree. Bowing
down, the two men felt the long leaves brush their heads as the boat grounded itself against the rocks.
“We
can tie the boat to the tree base. No one
will see it under here. Up there,” the
thief pointed vaguely upwards through the tree branches, to where a faint trail
was visible. “We head up there. The trail doesn’t go high enough,
though. It stops about ten feet below
the entrance. From there, we
climb.” Getting out of the boat, Ezra
quickly stripped off the dress to reveal his black thieves outfit
underneath. He folded the dress and
shawl neatly next to the tree.
“I
don’t see an entrance,” Buck said, having pulled himself out of the water, He was shaking
water from his hair and clothes as he tried to discern shapes in the limestone
face. The light colored rock glowed in
the moonlight, but the only dark shapes along it seemed to be ivy and bushes.
“It’s
behind some ivy. I’ll climb up first.” Ezra shouldered the rope he had bought onto
his shoulder, “then you can all climb up the rope.”
“We’ll
be sitting ducks should anyone see us,” Buck pointed out, becoming more and more unhappy with the plan.
“It’s
the only way, Captain.” Ezra threw him a
steely gaze. The thief sighed, muttering
about amateurs under his breath, and slipped out from between the willow tree
branches. Vin
leaned out to watch.
“Damn,”
he hissed, “that’s amazing.” The others
peered out as well, and watched as Ezra climbed up the rockface
easily and incredibly quickly. He looked
like a spider, his clothes dark against the white stone. He reached a large
patch of ivy in moments, then…disappeared.
“Well,
I’ll be,” Buck whispered back. “Damn
man’s half squirrel.”
“Here
comes the rope,” Chris noted, as the rope curled down
from above. It landed almost at Vin’s feet.
“Here
we go,” Vin grinned, excited despite himself. Checking once to make sure no boats were
passing on the water, he launched himself up the rope.
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Ezra
had a small torch lit by the time they were all up inside the base of the
chute, and he was wearing his heavy black mask again. The entrance was about six feet in diameter,
forcing the taller men to duck somewhat, and it was slick underfoot. Buck was gagging.
“What
the hell is that stench!” he demanded gruffly, holding his nose. The others had all covered their faces, and Vin and JD were both looking a bit green.
Even
with the mask, it was obvious to see that Ezra was smiling. “What part of ‘this is the waste chute for
the dungeons’ did you not understand, Captain?” he asked snidely.
“Oh
hell, I think I’m going to be sick,” JD moaned, his eyes rolling a bit inside
his head.
“Breathe
through you mouth JD,” Chris suggested, peering upwards into the inky blackness
of the chute.
“I’d
rather not breathe at all,” the kid replied. “Ugh!”
“Gentlemen,
please!” Ezra admonished. “While it may
seem that we are quite far down from the castle base, this tunnel does
echo. Please refrain from speaking above
a whisper.”
“Who
put him in charge?” Buck groused under his breath, and Chris actually smiled at
that.
“So
where does this lead, exactly?” the paladin asked.
“Up,”
Ezra replied, then, when Chris shot him an annoyed look, “It leads straight to
the sewage conduits under the dungeons, at which point there is a secret door
that leads to the passages in the walls of the main castle. The climb is steep,
never gets any wider than this, and slippery,” he snorted slightly, “but it is
really the only way. Once up, I will
take us straight to the bed chambers.”
“Well
then,” Chris smiled thinly, “lead on, Sir thief.”
“Sir
thief…,” Ezra shook his head, turning to head up into
the blackness, “now that’s a new one.”
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Gripping
a small bag of things, Wells dashed from tent to tent as quickly as she could
without being seen. The damp grass
underfoot squelched into her poor shoes, and it seemed to her that each
footfall was louder than the last.
Nevertheless,
through some kind of miracle, she made it to the edge of the camp and stared up
at the red sandstone walls of the Castle.
Even in the moonlight, she could see its burnished color, reflected as
it was by the hundreds of torches along the three main walls.
“You
can do this, Wells,” she whispered to herself, eyes seeking out the watch. Two men traced the same path back and forth
across the small area where she was hiding.
They paced towards each other, then away from each other, each time for
no more than a minute. As she watched
them, mesmerized by fear of being caught, the castle walls seemed to get
farther and farther away. What was a few
hundred yards to the main gates now seemed miles.
She
pulled the black shawl around her shoulders more tightly and pulled down on the
black breeches she’d stolen from one of the soldier’s barracks. Her dark brown hair was pulled back tightly
against her head, though loose strands had already fallen forward to annoy
her. She blew out a harsh breath to get
one particularly annoying lock out of her mouth.
“Just…just
do it!” she said tightly, locking her jaw with determination. In front of her, the soldiers on watch met in
the middle, exchanged glances, then turned away from
each other. In the opening, Wells
jogged, bent down low, praying that the wet ground wasn’t too loud. Threading a needle, you’re just threading a
needle, she told herself.
Every
second she imagined they would hear her, turn around and….But they didn’t. Judging her minute almost up, she fell to the
ground and imitated a rock, facedown in the mud. She didn’t even breathe, fearful that they
would see her lying their in the darkness.
Counting
under her breathe, she risked a look around behind her in time to see the two
soldiers meet in the middle again about thirty feet behind her. They turned and walked away form each
other. She got up quickly and started
running full on for the castle doors.
The soldier on the right caught the movement out of the corner of his
eye.
“Hey!”
he yelled.
“Runner!”
the other soldier shouted towards camp.
“Goddess
help me!” she whispered, running faster. She had always been fast, faster than almost
all the boys in the small Danaerian town she’d grown up in. She just had to hope she was still that fast.
“Stop!” She could hear them running after her.
If one of them got a bead on her with a crossbow, she’d be done for.
“Help!”
she screamed at the walls looming up before her. “Let me in! Goddess please, let me in!”
Movement
on the battlements drew her eye, and she could see torches being raised and
lowered as Selene’s men gathered at her cries. She stared at the huge wooden doors before
her, praying beyond hope that the small entranceway hidden in them would
open. She reached the base of the motte and started scrambling up the suddenly steep incline.
An
arrow shot past her head to land in the dirt just ahead of her, causing her to
scream. Her tiny bag of things flew from
her grasp as her hands went over her head.
She was going to die…oh God, Ravennie, why
didn’t I listen to you?
Suddenly,
arrows pelted down from above, the whistling of the shafts driving her to the
ground with another scream. Rolling, she
stumbled back to her feet just in time to realize that the shafts were falling
behind her. Slipping in the mud, she
almost fell again, tripping on her now completely mud covered shawl, her eyes watching as Farron’s
soldiers fell back. She could see some raising their crossbows again.
“Get
in here girl!” Someone yelled from just above her. Turning again, she saw the most beautiful
sight. The small door was open, and one
of Selene’s guards was yelling at her to get
inside. Grinning stupidly, she got her
feet under her and started running up again.
She
almost made it before an arrow embedded itself in her right shoulder. Screaming, she fell just feet from the open
door. The soldier – an enormous man with
a huge beard – jumped out and pulled her up.
Throwing the small girl over his shoulder he took her inside, slamming
the heavy door behind him.
Barely
aware, she felt herself carried through the small lodge inside the gatehouse
(to avoid the portcullis and the second set of heavy oak doors) and into the
courtyard. There the guard lay her down
gently, mindful of the arrow in her shoulder.
“Fetch
a healer!” the guard yelled, at the forming crowd. He turned back to look at her, and she
noticed that he had blue eyes like her aunt Nettie –
warm and old.
“Who
are you, girl?” he asked, brushing mud from her face.
Wells
tried to smile, “Wells….Wellssandra Casey…” she
whispered, “I am…was…one of Farron’s oracles….”
“Okay,
Miss Casey, you just hang on there,” the guard replied, his eyes wrinkled with
worry. “My name is Jack. You’re going to be just fine, you hear me?
Just fine….”
But
Wells didn’t hear his comforting words, her eyes already closed against the
encroaching darkness.
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As
Ezra had described, the climb was nasty, and the stench didn’t help. At one point, JD did in fact throw up, which
nearly sent some of the others to follow him.
Only Ezra’s whispered, “we’re here!” managed to distract them.
The
had been following the thief’s torch as it bobbed up and down ahead of them,
and when it finally stopped, a sigh of relief was heard among them all. Ezra handed the torch to Chris and pointed
towards a series of tiny tunnels, none more than half a foot wide.
“Those
run under the dungeons, which in turn lie under the toilet holes that circle
the castle walls,” he explained. “And
this…” he touched a section of the wall, fingers deftly seeking the edges. Abruptly, something clicked quite loudly, and
the scraping of stone on stone was heard as the wall pulled back to reveal
stone steps leading up. “This leads to
the passageways.”
Chris
leaned forward and shone the torch up the stairs, his expression calm. Gingerly, he handed the torch back to Ezra
and indicated that the thief go first.
Ezra nodded and headed up. When
Josiah brought up the rear, he built a quick wall of air over the still open
doorway – to keep out the stench.
After
about twenty feet, the stairs leveled out and the air was much cleaner. Cobwebs and rat droppings littered the ground
and walls, and the occasional crunch of an insect underfoot marked their
otherwise silent progress. JD continued
to stare at the bobbing torch, afraid that he would lose it again. Nathan patted his back comfortingly.
“The
bed chambers are around here,” Ezra whispered, lowering the torch. The
passageways were quite obviously cleaner in this area. There were fewer cobwebs, and the dust
beneath their feet had footprints in it.
“Buck, do you recognize where we are?”
The
ladies man looked around, peering at the walls for some sort of sign. A spot of red paint on a wall had him
smiling. “Oh, yes…” he agreed. “We’re in the East Wing…near the royal bed
chambers. Damn, Ezra, I’m impressed.”
“Likewise,”
came the sardonic reply. “Would you like to take the lead?”
“Sure,”
Buck slipped past Chris and Vin to reach Ezra at the
front, and took the torch. Smiling at
the thief, he took a deep breath and started measuring his footsteps. After a few moments, he stopped before a
blank piece of wall with another splotch of red paint on it. Like Ezra had down below, his fingers traced
the edge of the doorway until something clicked.
Far
more quietly, the door shifted open in Buck’s direction to reveal a heavy red
and gold tapestry. Smiling even more
now, the Captain reached forward and gently brushed it aside. As he stuck his head out into the room, he
stopped when he felt the freezing cold steel of a blade at his throat.
“Don’t
move!” a woman’s voice hissed. “I am the
daughter of Tilluria’s greatest champion, and I know
how to use this.”
“Louisa?”
The
sword clattered to the floor, “Buck?”
“Louisa!”
the Captain almost fell into the room, his arms catching the tall red-headed
woman in his arms in a tight embrace. The
other six men silently followed him in, roughly forming a semi-circle near the
curtain. No one said anything as
Princess Eloise held onto the Bryshnian Captain of
the Guard as a drowning man a life raft.
“Oh
God, Louisa, I’ve missed you,” the tall man whispered, taking in her
scent. The princess shook a little, all
the pent up fear and strain of the siege being released for a moment as he held
her. In the background, JD turned a
puzzled gaze to Vin, his lips forming the word
“Louisa?” Vin
just shrugged and mouthed back “nickname?”
“Buck,
my love, what are you doing here?”
Carefully, Eloise drew herself out of his arms, and he was surprised to
note that she was fully dressed, despite the late hour. It had to be close to two in the morning by
now.
“Why
aren’t you asleep?”
“Why
aren’t I…? Buck, answer my question!”
She looked around at the other men, her brown eyes glinting with the
firelight from the large hearth close to the secret entrance. She stepped away from him then, and tried to
straighten her clothes in a poor attempt not to appear suddenly frightened at
the sight of so many strangers in her anteroom at this time of the
morning. Her eyes caught Chris and her
jaw fell open slightly.
“Sir
Larabee? I was
told you were dead?” She looked at the others, hey gaze lingering on Ezra for a
moment as if she recognized him before moving on. When she saw Vin,
her eyes widened.
“The
scout,” she breathed. “Oh my God,” she
looked back at Buck, who was still smiling somewhat stupidly, “does this mean
that you found her? That…that you know how to end this war?”
“Princess
Eloise,” Vin said, bowing low. “I…no, not exactly.”
“Not exactly? Buck?” Her voice pleaded for
explanation.
“Louisa….”
“No,
you call me by my proper name,” she said suddenly. “I am a princess…at least for now.” She
swallowed, her dignity returning. She
patted curly red hair back and stood up straight. “Now, why have you invaded my room at this
time of night? If I hadn’t been up
thinking on tomorrow’s events, I might have been asleep when you came. I…I am a princess of Tilluria, and such an
entrance is most…well, it’s wrong. I
take it you have a good explanation?”
“Your
highness,” Chris stepped forward and executed a smooth bow. “We are here because we need your help.” He paused, licking his lips. “We have come
because we need to get you and your mother out of here before Farron can kill you.”
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Queen
Selene paced the small room behind the great hall,
watching with black-rimmed blue eyes as the healer finished knitting Wells’
shoulder.
“Can
you wake her?” the Queen demanded, her fingers dancing by her sides in a
nervous fashion.
“She
needs rest,” the healer replied, brushing aside some of the young girl’s hair
from her forehead. There were dried
patches of mud all over the her face, but the man
could easily see the beauty of youth underneath.
“I
know, Kojay, but I don’t have the luxury of waiting
on her. She risked her life to get in
here tonight and, if she is indeed an Oracle, and Farron’s
Oracle at that, then I need to know why.”
“I
understand, Selene, but if I wake her too early, her
body may not be able to replenish the energy I just stole to heal her
wound. You have to let her have at least
until morning – three hours at most.”
“What
if Farron attacks in that time? I have no idea how valuable this girl is to
him.”
“Selene…if she dies, we will never know. I promise, I will
wake her when the sun breaks the horizon.
That should be enough time.”
“Kojay.…
“Selene, no.”
The
Queen frowned at the healer, her jaw tight with emotion. Finally, she nodded. “I will be back when the sun rises,” she
informed him.
The
old man smiled, “I expect nothing less, my love.”
Selene stopped where she was heading out the door to look back at him with
quieter eyes. The blue in them seemed to deepen as she watched the healer turn
his mind back to helping the girl on the table.
“Good,”
she whispered once, before turning again to exit the room. Kojay’s smile
turned into a grin.
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“You
want me to convince my mother to leave the Castle? While it’s
under siege? Are you crazy? She’d rather die.” Eloise bent over and picked up her sword, a
light broadsword with a ring hilt, much like Buck’s. Standing up straight again, she played with
it, tapping it lightly against the side of her long dress.
“Which
is exactly what we have to prevent,” Buck said, steering Eloise over to a
chair. “Farron
will win if you and your mother die. He
will become unstoppable.”
“Unstoppable?” Eloise shook her head and moved away from
Buck’s arms to stay standing. “Buck, my
mother can not run from her enemies.
Even if it means her death, it is her duty to fight until the last. And I will fight with her. Tilluria will live on, even in our memory,
and they will fight Farron until he is gone from our
land like the scourge he is.”
“No,
Eloise, you don’t understand,” Buck said angrily.
“Well,
then help me to understand.” She drew her arms around her, standing at full
height. She was tall – almost five foot
ten – and she did her best to meet Buck’s gaze on an even plain.
“Farron has gotten stronger with each kingdom he has
conquered, your highness,” Chris said, stepping forward into the
firelight. “He is gaining more than just
manpower and supplies for his armies, he has also
gained blood magic.” The Princess turned
to look at him, her eyes confused.
Eloise
frowned, “What?”
“Blood
magic, your highness,” Josiah chimed in.
“Farron has learned to wield the keys of three
of the kingdoms. He is a sorcerer as
powerful as any mage. More
so.”
Eloise
frowned more deeply, “You aren’t serious?” she asked.
“Oh, absolutely, your highness.”
“And,
who are you, again?” Her voice rang with sarcasm.
“Mage Josiah Sanchez, highness. I was
educated at Rhea and worked as High Mage there for ten years.”
“High Mage…a wielder of elemental magic. And yet you believe in the myths of blood
magic? Surely…”
“Highness,
they are not myths. Not anymore.”
Eloise
frowned and arched an eyebrow at Buck. The
Captain’s face was stony.
“He
is telling the truth, Eloise. Blood magic is real, and Farron
has learned how to capture it.”
She
smiled, waiting for the joke, but faltered when it was clear there wasn’t
one. She shook her head and drew in a
patient breath.
“Fine…blood
magic is real,” she flashed Buck a displeased look. “And I am told this by a
former High Mage, my ex-lover, a paladin believed dead and a lowly scout. And…and who are you others?” She looked at the three who hadn’t spoken
yet.
“JD
Dunne, your highness, of
“Thank
you Master Dunne,” she said. JD grinned
widely and backed up out of the way.
Turning, Eloise looked to the Moor.
“Healer
Nathan Jackson, of Cathacus, your highness,” Nathan also bowed,
his execution flawless. She nodded back.
“And
Lord Ezra Standish,” Chris said, pointing to the thief. Ezra had taken off his mask when he reached
the tunnels behind the bed chambers so the Princess could see his face.
“At
your service, your highness,” he said smoothly, also bowing low.
She
looked at him, recognition once more flaring in her mind. But, once again, it slipped away. Something else, however, stuck out more
obviously.
“You
are Danaerian,” she hissed, her dark eyes flashing. “Your accent….”
“Yes,
your highness, but while I may love my home, I have no such feeling for my
King.”
Eloise’s
eyes narrowed, her anger demanding that she kill the man where he stood, and
her fingers curled tighter around the hilt in her hand. “You trust him, Buck?”
The
Captain hesitated, ever so briefly, but it was enough to make Eloise turn a
curious gaze.
“Yes,
I do,” he said, after a moment. She
frowned again, but didn’t know what to make of his delayed response.
“He
is one of the men I was sent to find, highness,” Vin stepped in, “and I trust
him completely.” His voice held true
conviction, and Ezra couldn’t hide his surprise as he looked at the scout. Eloise, however, merely sighed upon hearing
the scout’s voice.
“Yes…sent
to find,” she pressed a hand to her forehead.
“You were sent to find the means to save us, scout, to save Tilluria
from Farron’s army.
But it appears you are too late.”
Vin
bowed his head and backed away, “I…I know what I was sent for, highness.”
“You
are all so certain Tallus will fall,” she said,
looking at him and at Buck and Chris.
“You are so sure that Farron will kill
us. You, Master Tanner, were supposed to
find out salvation, but all you have found are a handful of men who want me and
my mother to run, and some nonsense about the old legends.”
“Your
highness, I….”
“That’s
all right, Master Tanner. I never truly
believed in the Oracle’s words anyway.
My mother saw it only as a last resort…but clearly it was no resort at
all. We will lose this Castle and
Tilluria will fall.” Finally, she did
sink into the chair that Buck had led her too.
He placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Louisa…I
don’t know what to….”
“Buck,”
she reached up to touch his hand, “my mother held hope that Master Tanner would
find something. Some powerful elemental
mage, or a great weapon…but it was only a dream. I know that now.”
“Your
highness,” Chris stepped forward again, kneeling down in front of her. “Your highness, I know that all may seem
lost, but we have come to believe that there is still a chance to save the
Kingdoms. There may be a way to stop Farron still, even if he takes your castle. But we can not do it if you and your mother
are killed when he does.”
Eloise
watched him tiredly, “I already told you, she will not…”
“She
must, your highness. Farron
must not kill you. Even if you do not
believe what we said about blood magic, the people must still have someone to
rally behind when Farron falls. They will need a monarch to hail, and to
follow into battle. Adenn
and Rhea have none left. You and the
Queen must survive.”
“If
we leave, the people will believe us deserters, Sir Larabee. As with any good captain who can not leave his
ship, you must know that we cannot abandon Tallus.”
“This
is not a ship, Princess. This is merely
a fortification. Tilluria is much bigger
than this one castle, and it is Tilluria that you must fight for now; the ship
still floats so long as you are there to keep it that way.”
“Louisa,
listen to him.”
“I…”
she stared at the men circling her, her eyes bright. “This is my home.”
“Homes
can be rebuilt,” Vin stated firmly. “Eloise, you must
help us get you and your mother out of here.”
“And
we need to leave now, tonight, before Farron finds
out we are here,” Ezra added. He looked over at Josiah, “after all, he has two
Oracles of his own, does he not?” The
mage nodded. Eloise frowned again at the
mention of the old magic again, her skepticism showing on her face. Abruptly, she stood, nearly knocking Chris
backwards where he was still kneeling in front of her.
“Even
if I agreed, we can’t leave now,” she said. “Not before tomorrow.”
“Why?”
Chris frowned, standing up. “What is tomorrow.”
“The
emperor has requested an audience with my mother, Sir Larabee. He knows that Tallus
can hold out for months under siege, and I believe he seeks to find a
compromise.”
“No!
You can’t let him in here!” Vin said quickly. Eloise
jumped at his raised voice.
“My
mother will no bend to him, Master Tanner, don’t worry. But he has requested a meeting under a flag
of truce. Diplomacy alone requires that
we meet with him.”
“Chris,
you know what he plans. This is how he
will get close to her. He’ll kill her,
Chris, tomorrow, and take the final key.”
Vin’s agitation had
spread to the others, and Buck gripped the back of Eloise’s chair.
“He’s
right, Louisa. Selene
can not let him in here.”
“Buck,
it’s not up to me what…”
“Then
we must get to the Queen. Eloise, Vin
has the right of it,” Chris’s eyes flashed, his hands instinctively going to
the sword at his waist.
“You’re
mad!” Eloise shook her head at
them. “What can he do inside a castle
filled with soldiers who want to kill him?
There is no way he could get her alone, much less kill her. And besides, a flag of truce….”
“Princess,
this is not a question of reason. Fallon
would never seek to compromise, much less offer a
cease fire unless he could use it to his advantage. He will come here to kill her and you, of
that there can be no question.” Chris’s voice was
firm.
“How?”
she demanded. “In a room surrounded by
soldiers, how will he get to her, to us?”
“I
don’t know, your highness, but magic will be involved, of that I am sure. We must find the Queen and warn her
now.” Chris looked at Buck, who nodded.
“Will
you come willingly, Louisa, or must we drag you.”
Her
mouth fell open in indignation as she stared at the Captain. Then she noted the
steel gazes on each of the men in the room, even the boy.
“I
am obviously outnumbered, here,” she stated weakly. “You do not have to drag me, but I can not
guarantee that my mother will listen to you any more than I have.”
“Perhaps
not, your highness, but we can hope.”
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“What
do you mean she has run!” Farron
yelled, shoving the lieutenant to the floor.
“Sir,
I swear I…”
“You
swear? You swear nothing, knave! Give me
your sword!”
The
lieutenant shuddered under the cold gaze of the man towering over him, his eyes
bright with fear. With shaking hands, he drew the cavalry sword from his waist
and offered it hilt first to the emperor.
Farron grabbed it roughly and slashed the air
a few times above the lieutenant’s head.
“She
made it into the castle, lieutenant, while on your watch. Your men failed to stop her, a penalty for
which will be twenty lashes for each man.
And you…you,” he grimaced, lifting the sword high, “will pay the
ultimate penalty.” In a swift move, the
sword came down, splitting the man’s chest straight through to the dirt beneath
him. In the background, Ravennie squealed slightly.
The
lieutenant breathed once more, his voice gone before he could scream, and soon
his shuddering stopped.
“Take
him out of here,” Farron ordered to the two soldiers
manning the entrance to his tent. Alone
once more, the emperor turned around to fins Ravennie
shrinking into the walls of the tent, her blue eyes wide with terror.
“Did
you know?” he hissed darkly.
“No…no,
I didn’t know. All I know is what I told
you. That the seven are here, and that
Wells must have seen it before me and run off.
She was always stronger than me, Farron. Her sight better. I’m…I’m sorry. Please,” she was begging, her voice fading
under the strength of her glare.
He reached
her in two swift steps and grabbed a fistful of her blond hair in his
hand. “You had better not be lying to
me, Ravennie, because if you are…” he left the threat
unspoken.
“I’m
not, I’m not…Oh Gods, I swear I am telling you the truth. Please, my lord, my emperor, please!” she closed her eyes
as he twisted his hand more painfully in her hair. He stayed that way for a
moment, watching the tears stream down her face over the bruises he’d put there
earlier this day. Finally, he let her
go, and she instantly backed as far away from him as possible to the other side
of the tent.
“I’ll
believe you, Ravennie, for now,” he stared at her a
moment longer, then turned in the direction where he knew the castle
stood. “But the presence of those men
inside that castle is a problem. You are
certain they are inside?”
“Y…yes,”
she whispered. “I can see them in
there.”
Farron wiped a hand across his mouth and sighed. “Well, then that simply means we have to move
a little faster. It is only an hour
until dawn, when I will stand at the gates and demand attention. Selene can not deny
me an audience now. And then…I’ll simply
have to kill them all.” He looked at Ravennie, who was watching him quietly.
“And
you will come with me, my dear, so that you may help me locate these seven men
and our missing Oracle. And you will see
what I do to those who disobey me.”
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“I
do not have time for this!” Queen Selene shouted as
she paced her chambers. Princess Eloise
stood by her side, watching her mother closely.
Several soldiers stood about the room, as well as some of the Queen’s
more important advisors. The healer Kojay stood off to one side, watching Josiah with a worried
expression. The mage, however, only had
eyes for the pacing Queen.
“Your
majesty, please,” Josiah stepped forward, leaning slightly on his staff, “you
must listen…”
“It
is nonsense, what you are saying! I could not deny Farron
now even if I wanted to. He will be here
in an hour, and the whole city knows that negotiations are to commence. They pray for peace, and if I can find it
this day I will.”
“Your
majesty, he does not seek peace. I know
this from experience,” Chris spoke loudly, his stance proud, looking every inch
the champion that he was.
“While
I appreciate your advice, Adenn’s Champion, I am
afraid you do not understand the politics of this situation.”
“The politics? He’s coming to kill you!” JD said, jumping into the fray,
literally. A soldier stepped slightly in
front of him, blocking him from getting any closer.
“There,
see?” Selene pointed to the soldier. “The idea that Farron could even get close to me is preposterous.”
“What
about Eloise?”
“My
daughter will be safe in her quarters, I assure you.”
“Selene, you must listen to them!” Buck said, stepping
forward to stand next to JD.
“Buck,
I have taken familiarity from you for many years, but I will not take it in
this context. This is a war room, and
you will address me properly. I am
Queen of Tilluria, and I will still be queen after Farron
leaves. Today is a merely a truce.”
Josiah
grunted. “Your majesty, this is not
about the throne. This is about
power. He wants yours, and he will take
it if he is allowed in here today.”
“Power? Oh yes, the supposed key of
compassion. Well, Mage Josiah, I’m
afraid I can not quite swallow that one.
Blood magic, as my daughter has so aptly told you, is a myth. Made up to frighten children and to keep old wives in business. It has no place in my kingdom.”
“Then
why did you summon the Oracle? And why did you send me to
The
Queen actually paused at that, staring at the young scout with bright blue
eyes. She opened and closed her mouth, then shook her head.
“I
can not discuss this now. I must get
ready to meet the Emperor. After he is
gone, we can talk again.”
“Don’t
let him in, your majesty. Please,” Nathan had his hands bunched up into fists.
“It will mean the end of us all if you do.”
She
stared at him, her eyes dark. She looked
at Ezra, “And you? Have you nothing to add Danaerian?”
Ezra
had been watching the floor, but, with a deep swallow, he raised his eyes to
meet the old queen’s. She raised an
eyebrow, feeling the same sense of recognition as Eloise, but, as with her
daughter, it was only fleeting. Ezra met
her gaze, and, slowly, shook his head.
“You
want to die, then let him in. We will try to protect you,” he stated
firmly. She frowned, her jaw clenched.
“Your
majesty,” Kojay said, stepping forward, “Perhaps there
is more to this than what it seems.
Perhaps Farron….”
“While
I respect your voice, I have no choice, Healer Kojay,”
she interrupted, daring him with a gaze. Kojay looked
away. Turning back to the newcomers, the
Queen straightened her shoulders. “Now
leave us, all of you. Eloise, get back
to your room and stay there. Buck…you
may go with her, if you feel she needs the extra
protection. The rest of you…men,” she
glanced at the Seven, “the rest of you are welcome in the great hall in an hour
to watch the negotiations.”
Chris
growled, unable to hide his frustration, but a soldier quickly moved to stand
in his path. Frowning, he took a deep
breath and backed away. Together, the
Seven followed Eloise and a handful of guards out of the room.
Once
the door was shut, Chris called a halt. The Princess, seeing that they were no longer behind her, stopped
and waited.
“Ezra,
last time I was here, I noticed a peephole grate up along one wall of the great
hall. Do you know how to get in there?”
Chris asked quickly. The thief nodded.
“Yes. It’s simple.”
“Simple
enough that Vin could find it without you?”
“Yes,
the entrance is in a small room not far from the great hall, directly behind a
suit of rather atrociously designed armor.”
“Good.
Vin, I want you and JD up inside that peephole. If I remember rightly, it’s a tight squeeze,
but it should give you a solid shot with a small crossbow at Farron should he indeed not be coming to make peace.” He sneered as he spoke, and Vin
nodded.
“Buck,
Ezra, I want you to take Eloise to her room.
Should anything happen, I want you to get her out of her out the back
passageways, understood? Drag her if you
have to.”
“Yes
sir,” Buck said. Ezra nodded.
“Josiah,
Nathan, and I will flank the great hall.
I have a feeling that Farron will have a means
to get the soldiers out of there, and Selene
alone…somehow. I want us to be ready to
dive in should we have to.” The paladin
glanced up the hallway to Eloise, who was tapping her foot impatiently.
“He
will not get the key of Compassion, understood?
We will not let him.”
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Wells
woke slowly, her eyes adjusting to her strange surroundings, blinking at the
early morning sunshine slanting across the room. It was a small cell-like bedroom with a
narrow cot and some simple pieces of furniture, all of which was emblazoned
with a distinct crest. As her muddied
brain sought to recognize the heraldry, she worked on recalling where she was….
With
a gasp, her memory of the night before flooded back and her hand went to her
shoulder. The heat of the wound was
still there, but otherwise the skin was undamaged.
“Goddess,”
she whispered, impressed, pulling the fabric of the nightgown she wore down in
order to look at it. A moment later, she
struggled to her feet, ignoring a slight wave of dizziness, and pressed a hand
against the cold stone, whitewashed wall.
Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander the castle. Like a moth to a flame, she was drawn
instantly to him. With a smile, she searched
around for her clothes. In moments, she
was dressed and at the door, her hand shaking as she rested it on the latch,
wondering if it was locked. Closing her
eyes again, she imprinted his direction on her mind, then
tested the latch.
It
opened.
“All right, brown one,” she said pulling open
the door to the room and checking the hall.
It was quiet, not even a servant roamed the stone floor. “I’m coming.”
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Farron watched as the small door inside the main gates of the castle swung
open to reveal a handful of guards and, from the looks of it, Selene’s Lord Chancellor.
“Your
imperial majesty,” the Lord Chancellor greeted, bowing low.
“Your
lordship,” Farron greeted back. Behind him, Ravennie lowered her head in a slight bow. The Lord Chancellor looked at her curiously
before looking back at Farron.
“Her
majesty awaits you inside the Great Hall, emperor. If you will follow me?”
“Of
course,” Farron smiled and stepped inside.
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Ezra
paced the small chamber, trying not to listen to Buck and Eloise's heated
whispering in the other room. He knew
the Captain was still determined to get Eloise to leave with him now, but he
could also tell that the red haired princess was just as determined to stay. With a sigh, he rubbed his hands together
impatiently and moved to the windows overlooking the
He was
considering opening the glass to breathe in the smell of the morning air when
something caught his eye. Leaning
forward slightly, he tried to look down the still shadowed wall.
Was
that…movement?
He
leaned forward more, and his eyes widened in sudden fear.
“Buck! Get her out of here!” he shouted, jumping back
from the window and pulling his dagger from this belt. At almost the same instant, the two main
windows shattered inwards under the force of powerful air magic, created by Farron's mages, sending the thief and every other loose
object flying backwards across the room along with hundreds of glass fragments.
The
Captain ran into the ante room just as Ezra was picking himself up off the
floor, his clothes shredded in places. Buck's
shock increased as several men dressed entirely in black swarmed over the sills
of the windows, like ants erupting from a nest.
“Where
the hell….?”
“Move!" Ezra yelled, lurching the rest of the way to
his feet and running across to the Captain, shoving the taller man backwards,
causing Buck to stagger back into the windowless bed chamber where Eloise now
stood gripping her own sword. Slamming
the double doors behind him, Ezra held onto the handles as the weight of
several men hitting the other side tried to force them open again. His whole body bucked as the doors shook
under the blow.
"Where'd
they come from?" Eloise gasped.
"How….?"
"They
climbed up the wall," Ezra hissed, bucking forward again as the doors were
hit again. "No one thought to guard
the cliff."
“Because…it's impossible to climb! It's a sheer wall! How could they…?”
“Doesn't mater! They did!" Ezra switched
his gaze to Buck, who looked torn between helping Ezra and guarding Eloise. "Use the passageways, Buck! Get her out of here! I’ll hold them off!”
“What? I can’t leave you…”
“Get
the hell out of here Buck, now!” he grunted as the men pushed at the door. “Eloise must survive, damn it! Remember the Key! Farron can’t take
it if she survives!”
“K..key?” Eloise looked nonplussed, blinking.
Buck
shook his head, “Ezra…”
“Go,
you bastard, go now!”
Buck
gritted his teeth, then reached over and grabbed Eloise's sword arm, “Don't get
yourself killed Ezra!”
“I'll
try not to, Captain. Now go!”
Nodding,
Buck pulled Eloise to the hidden doorway.
In moments, they were through and gone.
Ezra
ducked as a mace head splintered the wood over his head. He arched an eyebrow at the hole and took a
deep breath as the doors buckled again.
“Hells
Bells are tolling,” he muttered. “No
point in hiding anymore.”
Releasing
the handles, he jumped back and pulled his sword free of the scabbard. Seconds later, the door’s smashed open under
the charge of about fifteen men dressed in clothes as black as the
thief’s. They stopped in the doorway
when they saw Ezra standing inside…alone.
“Welcome
to your reckoning, my friends,” the thief grinned, spinning his sword around
his hand, right before he charged.
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“Where
is the damned entrance,” Vin muttered, his fingers
tracing the walls of the small room.
“Ezra said it was behind the armor, damn it! Why isn’t it here?” He glared at the suit of old armor standing
attention behind him, as if accusing it of lying to him.
JD was
checking another wall, “maybe they moved the armor?” he suggested, fingers
trying to find the telltale creases of a door.
“Why
would you move armor? It’s heavy!” Vin was gritting his
teeth, getting more frustrated by the minute.
“Maybe
its color was fading?” JD suggested weakly.
The armor was buffed to a solid shine – heavily inlaid with gold, it was
clear the suit was for ceremonial use only.
Vin looked at the pieces, noticing for the
first time how much they gleamed.
“It’s
metal JD; it doesn’t lose color, and besides, it's standing in the light now. The sun would hit it full force in this
position for most of the day.”
“It
was just a suggestion,” the kid muttered.
“They
might have moved it to clean it,” a quiet voice said from the doorway. “To see it better in the
light? Perhaps it used to be
against the wall where the sun doesn’t hit?”
Both
men jumped at the intrusion, and Vin instinctively
rotated the small crossbow on his shoulder to point at the newcomer. He lowered it when he realized he was
pointing at a young girl.
“Who
are you?” JD asked, sheathing the dagger he had also
drawn.
“Wellssandra Casey," she stared at JD with wide brown
eyes, and an impossible bright smile blossomed on her face, "And you're
the brown one. I am so glad I’ve found
you!”
“I'm
the wha…?” JD looked at Vin,
who raised his crossbow again, his expression dark.
“No,
wait!” Wells waved her hands in front of her, then
grimaced as her shoulder twinged with pain. “Ow,” she moved to
grip it with her hand.
“You’re
hurt?” JD said, stepping forward.
“No,
no, it's healed. It’s just recent. I was shot last night, coming here to find
you.” She smiled at JD, then looked at Vin as if an
afterthought, “And you as well, Vin Tanner.”
“To find us?" Vin wasn't about to lower
the bow, no matter how harmless she looked, "What do you want?”
“To
help, if I can. I am an Oracle, like
your Hannah. When I saw you arrive, I left
Farron to reach you.”
“Left
Farron…You are one of his Oracles?” JD gasped.
“No,"
she said peevishly, "I was one of his Oracles," her face lit
up in a smile again, "but I escaped.”
“Why?”
Vin challenged.
Her
smile fell completely, “I had to warn you.
He plans to kill the Queen and the Princess today. You must get them out of here.”
Vin
smiled thinly, “Yeah, we knew that already.”
“You
do?” Wells blinked in confusion, “But
then, why are you still here?”
“Because Selene wouldn’t listen to us. And now it is too late. Farron will already
be inside.”
“More
than just him,” Wells whispered. “He
sent men to scale the cliffs last night below the river wall. Not many, but enough to distract the guards
enough to leave only a few guarding Selene. And, if they did their job right, they will
have already gotten to the Princess.”
“Oh
Gods, Buck," JD's eyes widened, "Vin, we have to go warn—”
“We
don’t have time now, JD. Chris's plan is
still good. If Eloise is really already
dead, then we have to make sure the Queen is covered.”
“But
Vin—”
“Find
the entrance, JD. Can you help us find
it, Oracle?”
“My
name is Wells, and, no, not really. I
deal with people, not walls.”
“Yeah,
but your idea about the armor was a good one,” JD said, glancing at Vin. He moved to the
far wall where the sun wouldn’t normally reach during the day, and bowed down
to the floor.
“There
are scuff marks here, Vin,” he called. Looking up at the wall, he started feeling
inside the cracks between the stones at what he imagine
to be the right height. A moment later,
something clicked, and the door slid open.
Vin
nodded, “All right, kid!” Swinging the
small crossbow onto his shoulder again, he stepped into the narrow passageway
and looked up at the tiny stairs leading to a tunnel only about a foot and a
half wide in either direction. JD looked
back at Wells, who stepped forward.
“I’m
coming with you, brown one. I'm not
letting you go now that I've found you."
“The
name’s JD, Miss Casey.”
“Okay,
JD,” she whispered, blushing slightly.
“You
coming?” Vin said angrily
from somewhere inside the walls.
“Yeah!” JD pushed into the tiny space and looked up at where Vin had made it up to.
The scout grimaced down at him, his hands clenched in fists.
“I
hate tiny spaces,” he growled down at the kid, shutting his eyes and taking a
deep breath. “Hate them, hate them, hate
them,” he muttered. JD smiled weakly at
the statement.
“That
I can help with, a little,” Wells said.
Closing her eyes, she sent the image of a large open field into his
mind. The scout’s eyes widened.
“Wow…thank you,” he whispered.
Looking down the tiny passage, it somehow seemed less small. “All right, here we go….”
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Farron swept into the Great Hall, his long black cloak rising behind
him. Gathering it over one arm, he bowed
low to the Queen as she sat on her throne, head held high.
“Your
majesty, it is an honor to see you again,” he intoned. Ravennie and a
handful of Farron's men entered behind him, all
disarmed except for daggers. Along each
side of the throne, four soldiers in red-gold livery stood guard, and about
twenty more lined the walls.
Selene stood and stepped down off the dais to meet Farron
in the center of the long hall. She too curtsied, but not as low, “Likewise,
your majesty.” It was not lost on Farron that she did not call him “imperial majesty,” as her
Lord Chancellor had. However, like him,
she glanced curiously at Ravennie, but didn’t say
anything.
“I
take it your wife will not be joining us, Farron?”
the Queen said coyly. Farron shook his head at the implied barb.
“No,
she is indisposed at the moment, and residing in Rhea. I saw no need to bring her into battle. However, you seem to have no similar
compunction to safely secure your current lover,” his eyes flashed behind the
queen to the old Healer standing off to one side. Kojay
raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t respond. Next to him, the Lord Chancellor screwed up
his face slightly.
Meanwhile,
Farron gazed lazily around the rest of the room, but
he saw no sign of anyone else other than soldiers. Where were Hannah’s seven men? He glanced at Ravennie,
but the Oracle was staring at the floor.
Selene backed away to stand proudly in the center of the room, early morning
sunlight glinting off the plain gold circlet she wore on her head. “Regardless,
I take it you have come to try and negotiate an end to this conflict, Farron?”
“To
end the conflict, yes,” Farron replied, smiling. Selene’s eyes
narrowed.
“May
I ask how?” she asked.
“Oh,
I think you’ll find out in a minute,” he drawled, his Danaerian accent thick on
his tongue. She frowned, not sure how to answer this.
Suddenly,
the doors to the hall crashed open.
“Invaders, your majesty!” a guard yelled. “They climbed the river
wall! We need help!” Then the young
guard disappeared, ostensibly to head back to the fight.
“Farron! What have you done!” she yelled angrily. The emperor continued to smile.
“Merely
tip the scales, Selene.”
“Guards! Seize him!” Selene yelled, backing up to
throne. Farron
laughed as the soldiers on the walls descended on him and his men. He threw up an arm and made a deep sweeping
motion, and yellow fire erupted from his hand to encompass about half of
them. On the throne, the Lord Chancellor
and Kojay each pulled their swords, moving forward to
guard Selene.
Those
of Selene’s guard still standing shakily but
determinedly surged over the bodies of their comrades to continue to defend
their Queen. Farron
could not throw another surge of power in such a short span of time, so he
jumped back, allowing the guards he’d brought to cover him. In the background, Ravennie
had run to cower by a far wall.
At
the same time, from behind the throne, more of Farron’s
men in black appeared, as if from nowhere.
Spinning around, Kojay and the Lord Chancellor
moved to engage them, but the Healer was too slow. One of the men got him in the side before he
could get his guard up.
“No!”
Selene screamed, surging forward to reach Kojay’s side. Farron’s man backed away from her and turned to help fight
the Lord Chancellor, who was badly outnumbered.
She didn’t notice that the invaders were not moving to harm her as well,
and reached to grab her love’s sword.
Farron was simply standing with his arms crossed smugly over his chest,
enjoying the show as his men attacked the remaining guards. He peeked around them to see Selene attacking some of his men who had come up from
behind. She wouldn’t last long.
Then, he felt it.
Like a prickling along his
neck. Whipping around, he found
himself staring at three men standing in the large entranceway to the Great
Hall.
The
one in the middle raised his sword with both hands, a long silver broadsword
with an iridescent handle. The sword of the Brishnian paladin. To his right stood a mage with a staff in one
hand and a double headed axe in the other.
On the other side stood a tall Moor in dark purple silks, carrying a
black rapier and main gauche.
Farron grinned, “Well there you are,” he welcomed, almost warmly. He threw out a bolt of power in their general
direction, then ran sideways around the mess of guards
in the middle to reach Selene where she was fighting
some of Farron's men on the dais. Chris, Josiah and Nathan dove out of the way
just in time to avoid getting burned by the blood magic.
Chris
grunted and got to his feet first. With
a sharp battle cry, he joined the fray in the middle, which showed two red
liveried guards fighting a sea of six black-clad fighters. He pulled the men in black off the Tillurian soldiers and disposed of four of them
quickly. Nathan, not two steps behind,
took care of the other two. The two Tillurian guards smiled their thanks, and promptly
collapsed from blood loss.
Josiah,
meanwhile, had gone after Farron, but found he was
too slow.
The
Lord Chancellor was dead, as were all of Farron’s
other men, dispatched by the Queen. But
her sword was now sticking up, stuck in the ribs of one of the dead men, out of
her grasp. She was trying to pull it
out, and didn't notice as Farron came up behind
her. She emitted a tiny cry as Farron grabbed her from behind….
And pressed a knife to the Queen’s throat.
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Ezra
leaned against the wall of the ante chamber, staring at the carnage before
him. Black-clad bodies lay everywhere,
and he couldn’t help smiling a little at his little victory. He could feel the blood on his arms and face,
and he vaguely wondered how much of it was his.
No matter.
From
out the door to the hallway, he heard the sounds of fighting. Selene’s guards would
be fighting off the rest of the men who had come in through the windows.
He
looked in the direction of the secret exit, his still rational mind yelling at
him to get the hell out of here.
Instead,
he staggered off in the direction of the open door and towards the Great Hall.
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Vin,
JD and Wells crawled through the odd passageway, trusting in Ezra’s directions
that it would wind its way back to the Great Hall, but even Vin, who had a
powerfully strong sense of direction, couldn’t tell what direction they were
heading in. The small crossbow he
carried on his back chafed his back every time he banged it against the low
ceiling, and the small quiver of arrows attached to his right leg kept getting
caught. He found himself holding onto
the memory of the green field Wells had placed in his mind with increasing
desperation.
Behind
him, JD looked back to make sure Wells was following. Her eyes were shining in the dim torchlight,
whether from excitement or the pain in her shoulder, he wasn’t sure. But when she looked back at him and smiled,
he felt shivers up his spine. It seemed
as if she could see through him, even though she barely knew him, but pure
trust and faith in his actions underlined her gaze. He smiled back.
She
was pretty….Really, very pretty. She
reached forward and touched his calf, sending a jolt up his leg to his chest.
Really, really pretty.
“JD,”
Vin hissed, noticing that the two young ones had
stopped.
“Coming,”
the kid replied, gripping the cloth wrapped short sword in his left hand and
resuming his crawling.
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Eloise
was shaking as Buck gripped her wrist, pulling the red-haired princess behind
him with an assured ferocity. He was
leading her back to the top of the waste chute, knowing that, if nothing else,
they had to get the princess to safety.
“Buck,”
she said quietly, “Buck there is something I have to tell you.”
“There’s
no time, Louisa, I’m getting you out.”
“I
know. I just…did you mean that about the
blood magic? The Danaerian said
that…that Farron couldn’t take the Key if I survive?”
Buck
stopped, noting that she had slowed down and was know pulling at him to
stop. She had come with him willingly so
far, but there was something in her voice that suggested she would turn around
now if he didn’t answer her sincerely.
“Do
you remember the old stories about the Divine Mandate, Louisa?”
She
pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “Of course. Who
doesn’t know of the old myth of the corrupting magic. Mere legend, Buck, like the
Fay, or talking animals.”
Buck
half smiled and blew the air out of his cheeks.
It was a mistake, as the quick inhale sharpened the stink from the waste
chute. Josiah’s wall of air must be
fading, he mused.
“The
myth is real, Louisa. It’s all
real. Your mother holds one of the Keys
to the Mandate’s power, Compassion, a magic which will be transferred to you
should she die. If Farron
kills you, he will get the magic himself, and he will be that much closer to
bringing the magic back to life.”
Louisa’s
brow furrowed, “Buck, I’m sorry, but it is just so fantastical….”
“The
Fay are real, Louisa. The Gods help me,
I know this from experience. The Mandate
is real as well. If we don’t get you out
of here, Farron will have three of the four Keys.”
“Three
of the….” The information was confusing.
Surely he meant all four, since she and her mother were the only members
of the Kingdoms royal families left other than Farron
himself, and his son. Shaking her head,
she returned to the task at hand. The
very idea that the Keys could even be real boggled her mind.
“Buck,
tell me you lie. Please.”
“I’ve
been face to face with Farron’s power, Louisa. I saw it kill our mage’s sister–the one Vin
Tanner was told to seek out in order to find us. Now our only hope to stop Farron
from becoming more powerful is to make sure you get out of here safely.”
“Buck…”
she stood stock still, and began to back away from him back up the
passage. “Rook's
Tongue, Buck. We can’t
leave. We must go help my mother.”
“Louisa,
I’m not going to…”
“I’m
not her real daughter, Buck. I’m not her
blood. I’m her stepdaughter.” She
delivered the words quietly, her voice dead.
“If she dies, Farron will get the Key.”
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Farron grinned as he brought the knife higher to the Queen’s throat, dragging
her back towards the throne and away from the three men now flanking him. Josiah, Chris and Nathan kept an even pace
with his progress.
“You
can’t kill me, weak ones,” the Emperor snarled.
“I know your plan. I knew you
were here. Ravennie
there sensed you the minute you came inside this castle.” He pulled the Queen higher, earning a gasp
from her, and indicated with a tilt of his head the blond woman cowering off to
one side. Ravennie
stood looking at the ground, resigned to the fate she had helped weave.
Chris
tried not to look up at the small grating high up on the wall to his left,
hoping Vin and JD would get here soon. “We have Princess Eloise safe, Farron. You kill Selene,
you will only open yourself up to our swords before you can get out of here as
well.”
Farron’s expression darkened, “Even if what you say is true, paladin, I will
find her. You won’t get out of here
alive, mark me.”
“I
should think that you have the roles reversed here, Farron. You can’t hit all of us at once with that
power of yours, not quickly enough before one of us takes you down.” He took another step forward, and Farron pulled Selene up the
stairs of the dais before the throne.
The emperor calculated his chances of killing Selene
and escaping, and realized that the odds were not entirely in his favor. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes seeking the
grate on the wall.
Vin
smiled as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel, Snuffing out the small torch, he
pulled off his quiver of arrows and handed them to JD. Putting a finger to his lips in the direction
of the two younger ones, he drew the crossbow from his back and brought it
forward. Crawling sideways now, he
inched up to the grate and cocked the bow with an arrow, using his knees as a
brace. As he pulled the cord into place
behind the bolt, he zeroed on Farron’s position.
Down
below, Farron’s eyes flashed as he smiled. The power inside him warned him well in
advance of the new threat…and new opportunity.
“Nice
try, paladin,” the emperor sneered.
Pulling Selene close, he shot out one hand and
pointed at the grate and blasted it. Vin didn’t have time to move other than toss the crossbow to
JD before both he and the grate were hit full force by the blow. The metal melted instantly, and the scout
lost consciousness as he felt himself fall out of the tiny window.
“No!”
Chris’s voice rang through the Hall, echoed eerily by JD’s voice as he threw
himself forward to try and catch Vin, but the kid was
too far away. Nathan reacted instantly,
dropping his rapier to dive under the window, catching Vin
just before he hit the floor. But the
weight of the scout from such a high position knocked the healer to the floor,
and his head connected unmercifully with the wall. Both men were out cold.
Taking
the distraction for all it was worth, Farron drew his
blade across Selene’s throat, the cut deep and
true. The Queen managed a short scream
before her life fled, bringing Chris and Josiah’s attention back to him. Yelling, Chris charged the throne, only to
find himself thrown back by an eruption of power that
abruptly encircled Farron and Selene. The paladin too lost consciousness as he came
to land about ten feet from the large entranceway.
Josiah
was the only one left, but all he could do was stare
as the Key of Compassion flared to life, golden bolts of energy surrounding the
downed Queen and Farron like a bubble. Farron’s face erupted
in glee as he realized that Eloise must either be dead, or not Selene’s daughter.
In contrast, the mage’s eyes fell to the floor, his whole body drowning
in a profound sense of abject failure.
He’d
failed. And soon he would be dead.
“I’m
sorry Hannah,” Josiah whispered, dropping his staff and axe to the floor with a
clatter, and covering his eyes with his large hands.
Up
in the hole, JD crawled forward, eyes filled with tears. Behind him, Wells watched with a trembling
jaw as the former stableboy lifted Vin’s crossbow. Somehow the archer had thrown it far enough
to avoid the blast. With a set jaw, the
boy lifted and took aim at Farron’s glowing frame.
Farron laughed and looked up. “You
think you can defeat me with a mere arrow, boy?” He raised his arm almost
lazily and twirled a circle with it.
In
his little alcove, JD’s hands shook, and he found his aim being drawn away from
Farron.
“No!”
he screamed, fighting the pull.
Nevertheless, the crossbow continued to move of its own volition…to aim
directly at Josiah. “Oh
Gods, Josiah! Help!”
But
the mage merely looked up with a haunted gaze, resigned to his fate. Wells turned away, unable to help, and unable
to watch.
JD
gritted his teeth, summoning his reserves of strength, until, suddenly, he felt
it again. The world pulsed around him –
the stones, the floor of the hall, the dais under Farron’s
feet – it all pulsed brown. Power surged
into him, and he wrenched the bolt’s aim away from Josiah. Behind him, Wells had backed up, her eyes
wide as she saw the explosion of energy around the boy.
Farron’s laughter stopped, his confusion evident.
“What?”
he cried, backing up and staring at the arrow once more pointed at his heart.
Before
he could say another word, JD loosed the bolt.
The self-proclaimed emperor had just enough time to sweep it aside with
his power before it reached him.
The
bolt skirted the emperor’s shield, skidding sideways. But the momentum sent it in almost the
opposite direction of the far wall, to hit Ravennie
squarely in the chest. The blond Oracle
gasped once, driven back against the wall, her eyes widening in shock as her
vision came to reality. Dumbly, she
reached up to touch the arrow sticking out of her chest.
“Oh
sweet Goddess,” she whispered. Then she
crumpled.
“No!”
Farron yelled.
The emperor staggered back a step, his hand to his face.
“Ravennie!” Wells screamed, lunging
over JD as if she would jump out of the tiny window to reach her friend. JD grabbed her, pulling her back, but not before
catching the almost accusatory look she sent at him.
Over
by the wall, Nathan blinked his eyes open at the screams, and over on the
floor, Chris groaned from his position on the floor. Vin didn’t
move.
Josiah,
meanwhile, was now watching Farron, his eyes steeling
into something very cold. Slowly, he
pulled his sickle from out of his belt and hefted it in one hand. Farron turned to
look at him, his green eyes dark.
“You
think you still have a chance, old man?” Farron
hissed under his breath, his own anger coming to bear. “None of you will ever get close enough, not
even with the power you each seem to have.
The boy up there tries to nock another arrow, or you try to get at me
with that sickle, and I’ll strike you both down before the thought can ever be
finished. Don’t you see mage? None of you can ever get close enough!”
“Oh,
I wouldn't be so sure,” a smooth voice whispered by Farron’s
ear. The emperor whirled around, but not
before Ezra had driven his gold hilted dagger deep into the man’s back.
“No!”
Farron screamed, sending a bolt of energy into Ezra’s
chest and blasting the thief backwards onto the throne. At the same time, his other hand reached up
to grab the dagger’s handle in his back, power surging around the blade. Above, JD desperately tried to set another
arrow into the crossbow, but he couldn’t pull the cord back, he wasn’t strong
enough. Josiah, on the other hand, had
no such limitations.
He
charged with a roar, his sickle raised back in a cutting position.
Still
yelling in pain from the dagger, Farron fell
backwards, narrowly avoiding having his head taken off.
“This
isn’t over!” the emperor hissed, his breathing ragged. Josiah recovered quickly, bringing the sickle
down to split open the prone man’s skull, but, before he could connect, Farron vanished in a golden flash.
The
mage stood alone, panting, his sickle embedded several inches into the stone
floor in front of him.
At
the same moment, Buck and Eloise charged in through the entranceway to the Great
Hall, a smattering of bloody but still standing guards behind them. Both the princess and the Captain held
swords, and they both lowered them upon seeing the devastation before them. Eloise saw her mother on the dais next to
Josiah, and she emitted a small cry. On
the floor before them, Chris looked up at the sound, his expression a bit
dazed. Slowly, he turned to look around
the room. He stopped when he saw Nathan.
The
healer was on his knees, looking down at Vin’s
body. When he felt Chris’s eyes on him,
he shook his head.
“I’m
sorry, Chris.”
“No,”
the paladin surged to his feet, “you’re wrong.”
“Chris,
he’s already….”
“Try
anyway,” Chris demanded. Gritting his
teeth, the paladin limped across to kneel on the other side of Vin and placed his hands on the still chest. As Nathan had before, he looked for a
heartbeat, not caring that no movement came from the tracker at all. Eyes almost black looked desperately at
Nathan, who could only look away.
“This
is not how it ends,” Chris stammered at the Moor. “It’s not supposed to be like this. Try again.”
Nathan
grimaced, but didn’t say no. For no
other reason than to placate the paladin, he placed his hands over Vin’s heart. At the same time, Chris closed his eyes and
gripped Vin’s tunic in his
hands. This couldn’t be, he told himself. It
can’t be this way, I won’t let it….
Nathan’s
eyes shot open, and he drew his hands back hastily. “By the Gods,” he whispered.
As
he spoke, a black nimbus seemed to envelop Chris and Vin,
drawn out by Nathan’s probing and Chris’s desperation. Everyone in the room felt it – the stuff of
death and rebirth, the most base of all elements. After a moment, the light became iridescent,
taking on a greenish hue, as the color of death mixed with its sister element,
the color of life. The light grew
brighter with each second, and the black became submerged beneath the green,
until only the green was left. Chris let
go, opening his eyes slowly, and backed away.
Vin’s chest heaved as he drew in
a breath, then another, and another, until, finally, gray-blue eyes opened to
stare up at the ceiling above.
Moments
later, the glow was gone. Blinking, Vin turned his head to look at Chris, and smiled.
“Hey
soldier,” he said quietly. Chris grinned
stupidly.
“If
I hadn’t of seen it,” Nathan said, his voice tinged with wonder.
Over
on the dais, Josiah licked his lips, an odd feeling of jealousy hitting him at
the power the two men had just unleashed.
Shaking himself, he turned to look at Ezra, who was sprawled across the
throne. Surprisingly, the thief was
staring back at him, a hand to his chest.
“I
do believe,” the thief whispered, “that, contrary to evidence, I am also not
yet dead.” He smiled weakly, “The power Farron threw at me was not strong enough to do more than
shock my system a little. He must have
been too weak from the knife in his back.”
Josiah frowned, but didn’t say anything as Ezra slowly swung himself
around and got to his feet. When he took
a step, however, the thief stumbled, and the mage was there holding him up.
“I
think we’ll have Nathan check you out anyway, if that’s all right,” the older
man whispered, pushing Ezra back so that he was sitting on the throne
again. Ezra attempted a laugh, but it
came out as a cough.
Up
above, JD stared at the bodies of Ravennie, the Queen
and the other men in the room with a strange expression. He looked a bit lost as the crossbow sat
limply in his hands. In the background,
curled into a little ball, Wells cried lightly over the loss of her best
friend.
Eloise
moved inside to sit next to her stepmother, brushing a blond hair out of the
Queen’s face. When she looked up again,
her tears were gone.
“I
can not take the throne,” she said quietly to the men in the room. By the door, the guard stiffened, their
expressions confused. “I am not Selene’s blood. The
throne, therefore, is empty.” She turned
a blank expression to the bright sunlight streaming in through one of the East
facing windows in the room.
“Farron has won. He
is now ruler of Tilluria,” she told the cold room, “and Emperor of the Four
Kingdoms.”
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