The Song of Eloh Saga (30 page)

I stared, open mouthed. I wanted the rude Krissin back. This one was even stranger than the Krissin I’d known over the last week.

“Stay away from him,” Jada said. “He’s dangerous.”

“He is,” I insisted. “I’ve seen him give orders to kill.”

“Did he have a good reason?” Krissin asked. “Sometimes we have to kill to advance our purpose. Do you think I wanted to poison the last ruler? The man I’d thought was my father until I was ten? Some people deserve it. He did. Ace understands this.”

“You didn’t tell him?” Jada gasped. “No one is supposed to know that he died at your hand. You are never to reveal that to anyone outside of the council.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Krissin said. “Either way, I don’t see why it matters. Within a few days we’re going to set our plan into motion. The truth will come out.”

“There’s no reason for anyone to ever know it was you,” Jada said. “No one. Not even after we reveal ourselves. Everyone thinks he died of a bad heart. Let’s leave it there, please.”

Krissin sighed and walked over to my window. I followed her. I spent time every day staring at the clouds outside the window, but I’d given up trying to force anything. I was convinced the visions weren’t coming anymore.

Together we gazed at the mountain in the distance. The Sons would march through soon, but stay hidden from the town. If not tonight, then tomorrow morning. We weren’t sure how far away they were yet and how much farther they had to march tonight.

As the clouds drifted over the mountaintops, I felt faint. I flailed, reaching for the windowsill and my fingernails dug into the wooden trim. My vision distorted until I saw hundreds of men fighting in the street below. Their swords slashed and clanged as blood poured forth into the gutters. The screams of the women, cowering in the alleys caused ice dread to race through my veins.

I turned away from the window and threw up.

Krissin shrieked and backed away while Jada ran over to catch me as I slid down against the wall, the cool stucco a comfort to my aching head.

“Are you okay?” Jada asked, pulling my wig off and throwing it to the side. I’m sure I’d been sick on it as well as on the floor.

Jada’s concern for me flowed through her eyes. Krissin, on the other hand, eyed my vomit, clamped her hand over her mouth, and ran out of the room, leaving the door open behind her.

“Are you okay?” Jada asked again.

I nodded, still trembling from what I’d seen.

“A vision?” Jada asked.

I nodded again. Glancing over her shoulder I saw Alia had entered my room. She stood still, her mouth open.

“Your hair,” she stuttered, staring at the wig on the floor next to me.

“Alia,” Jada started.

“You’re a former slave.” Alia pointed at me. “And you have visions.”

I looked at Jada. No one was supposed to know. So far everyone assumed I was a Malborn visitor. I shook my head.

“I’m just ill,” I told her.

“Alia,” Jada said, “you can’t tell anyone what you’ve seen here. Do you hear me? No one!”
Alia nodded.

“I mean it, Alia,” Jada insisted. “Swear it.”

She stepped closer to us, but hesitantly as if she were afraid I might rear up and bite her. Alia knelt down on the hard tile floor, extended her hands out towards me, palms up.

“I swear I shall not reveal your secret.” She bowed until her forehead touched the floor, remained there for a few seconds and then she slowly sat up with a smile on her face. “Welcome Prophet. We’ve longed for your presence.”

Chapter Seven

I ignored Alia’s grin. I didn’t care if she knew who I was. If my vision was true, too much was at stake. “Don’t let them in the city,” I said. “The Sons have to stay beyond the mountain. If they come here, too many people will die.”

Sweat poured down my pounding temples, adding thunder to the storm in my head. I pressed my head into my hands and leaned back against the cool stucco. The sun stabbed at my eyes, but I could still see Jada and Alia through my fingers.

Jada glanced at Alia. “Can you fetch a cup and a pail of fresh water? Now!”

Alia rose from the floor, placed her palms together, fingertips touching her smiling chin and she backed out of the room.

“Who?” Jada asked, turning back to me. She stroked my hair. “Who did you see?”
“The Sons. They were killing men. Women were screaming. There was blood everywhere.”

“Did you see where this was happening?” she asked.

“Here,” I stuttered. “In the streets below.”

I looked up at her, the nausea and pain abated. I ran my fingers through my hair and wiped my forehead with the back of my arm. I didn’t know why I felt better so quickly. Maybe it was the cool touch of the stucco seeping into my body, but I didn’t argue.

“You can’t let the Sons into our city if this is what will happen. We can’t conquer by blood. It will make us just as bad as the Malborn,” I said.

Jada sat back against the wall, her head in her hands.

“They are already on their way here, but their orders are to camp outside the city and only send the leaders in. Ace being one of them, perhaps your Mark too. They aren’t allowed to act without our approval.”

“I don’t know if it will matter,” I said. “At my father’s wedding, they acted without my knowledge. They held men hostage and even killed one in front of the women during the wedding ceremony. It wasn’t a battlefield and no one asked them to be there. How can we trust them here, with our situation so volatile?”

“I don’t know,” Jada admitted. “It was Nemison’s idea to involve them. He seemed to trust them. They have aided us in the past with small raids of Malborn convoys. They also have a contingent that has taken to the seas, stopping all new Malborn from embarking on the island. They capture the booty and get rid of the men.”

“I suppose they’ve been killing them?” I asked.

“We don’t know,” Jada said. “We’ve never asked.”

Of course they didn’t ask. They wouldn’t want accountability and let the Sons do as they please. I had to find a way to stop the violence.

“What do you intend to do? Kill every person with Malborn blood in them?” I asked.

“Then you and I might be the first to go,” Jada answered.

I looked at her in surprise. “You too?”

“My father,” she whispered, glancing back at the door. “No one knows he’s Malborn. Once he discovered his gifts, he kept them hidden until he could reinvent himself as a Serenian. He was afraid no one would accept him. Not on either side.”

I had no idea Gerrold was Malborn; no one bothered to share that with me.

I didn’t know what to say. I wouldn’t believe he was evil simply because of the blood coursing through his veins.

“It doesn’t excuse any of his actions,” Jada said. “I’ve been trying to convince myself that had nothing to do with his association with Ivy. That he was still on our side. That he wasn’t trying to ally himself with Malborn royalty.”

“I wish I could see more of what was going to happen, something to help me guide everyone.”

“How did you make the vision come on?” Jada asked, her hand on my arm.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I wish I did. I was just looking in the distance to see if I could see the Sons approaching. There wasn’t any planning involved at all. I wasn’t even trying.”

“Hmm,” Jada said. “I wonder if it has something to do with surrender. You’ve been trying so hard the last couple weeks with no luck. Maybe when you give in the visions appear?”

I shrugged and pushed myself up off the floor. I kicked the wig out of my way. It didn’t look like I’d been sick on it, but everything smelled and it was hard to tell what was and wasn’t soiled.

“I suppose if you don’t know what you did, my bugging you isn’t going to make the truth clear,” Jada said. “Now let’s get you and the mess cleaned up. Alia, can you come back in, please?”

Alia scuttled through the doorway, a genuine smile on her face. “I’m happy to serve, my lady,” she said holding up a bucket and a rag.

“This isn’t how I expect to be treated. It’s ridiculous,” I said. “I’ve done nothing to deserve this kind of deference.”

Alia whistled while she worked to clean up the mess I’d made. I grabbed another dress from the wardrobe and changed behind the screen in the corner of the room. I rumpled up the soiled dress and tossed it in the bucket after Alia was done cleaning. Grabbing the mug on my nightstand, I let a little water fall into my mouth. I swished it around and spit into the bucket. The taste was gone, well, most of it. I took a large gulp of water and swallowed. My throat stopped aching and my stomach calmed.

“Reychel, you still don’t understand, do you? You are the one everyone has been waiting for. Whether you like it or not when people find out who you are, they will treat you differently,” Jada said.

My whole life I’d never been treated like everyone else. As a slave Kandek hadn’t treated me normally, so the other slaves hated me. They weren’t cruel but they ignored me, which hurt. They didn’t understand why I was given special treatment, even though I was forced to be inside all the time. Different was bad even if they had more freedoms than I did.

In the past I was loudly ignored and now I was quietly revered. I wasn’t comfortable with either choice. I just wanted to be normal.

Jada patted me on the shoulder. “You’ll get used to it. Do me a favor and lay down for a bit. You can get back to Zelor’s journals later.”

She bent over and picked the bucket, while Alia carried out the dirty towel. They both smiled at me, and for the first time Alia actually looked me in the eyes without prompting. I laid my head back on the pillow and fell asleep.

Chapter Eight

The sound of shouting outside my door pulled me out of a dreamless sleep. Loud footsteps echoed, multiple people by the sound of it. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my wig. I wouldn’t be caught a second time without it. I ran to the mirror to make sure it was straight and tucked in a few loose strands of my hair.

“You mustn’t enter that door,” a voice screamed. I could have sworn it was Jada. My heart pounded. I feared we were under attack. Blorn and my father had no idea where I’d disappeared to, but what if someone found out about me?

Before I could figure out where to hide, my door flew open. I backed up against the wall, fearful of the intruder.

A man ran into the room, he looked around wildly until he found me standing in the corner, my hands up at my chest in fear.

Mark.

He ran over and took me in his arms. The familiar feeling I’d had the other times we’d embraced rose up, except this time what once was tentative, was so sure and strong now. He’d missed me as much as I couldn’t admit I’d missed him. I fought back tears as I reminded myself that he was the one who’d betrayed me. He’d left me at the wedding as he ran off with the Sons.

“When I heard you might be here, I came as fast as I could. I had to know if it was you. If you were safe. I’ve been out of my mind the last two weeks worrying about you.” He whispered all of this into my ear. The warmth of his breath tickled the fine hairs on neck. A shiver ran down my body as I quickly forgot any reason we had separated.

“I told you not to come in here,” Jada yelled as she ran into the room followed by two palace guards.

Mark stepped back, his arms in the air in surrender. I gasped as one of the guards grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back and forcing him to kneel on the floor.

“Let him go,” I pleaded. “He’s done nothing.”

“Do you know this man?” Jada asked, panting and out of breath from chasing Mark through the halls. It was obvious she lived a life of luxury in the castle while he was a hardened army man.

“This,” I said, putting a hand on the guard who was holding Mark down, urging him to let Mark go, “is Mark.”

Jada looked confused and then a smile crossed her face. The guards looked to her for instruction. She nodded.

“Let him go. He’s a friend of my guest,” Jada said. It was the first time the guards had seen me. I wondered if they even knew anyone was staying in my room, but they didn’t question her command.

The guard holding the sword to Mark’s neck backed off while the guard holding him down released Mark’s arm and assisted him to a standing position.

Mark shook his arms and clapped the guard who’d held him on the back.

“Nice work,” he said. “I could have easily disarmed and disabled both of you in mere seconds, but I’m pleased to see Reychel’s being protected.”

I wasn’t sure if they thought they’d just been complimented or insulted based on their puzzled expressions. The guards bowed to me and Jada and left the room.

“I think I’ll be on my way too,” Jada said.

“You don’t mind leaving us alone?” Mark asked.

Jada smiled, a sly look on her face. “I know enough about you to trust you alone with her. Next time, just have yourself announced. If the Sons are here to help us then we need to cooperate, not have you bursting through our security. We’re trying to maintain a low profile, not get everyone excited.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, running his hand through his thick hair. “I just had trouble believing Reychel was here and once I got it into my mind that she might be, well, I just had to see her. Right away.” He turned to me. “I was afraid you’d refuse to see me if you knew I was here.”

Over Mark’s shoulder I saw Jada slip quietly out of my room and close the door behind her.

“Is he here with you?” Mark asked, his eyes both hurt and hopeful. I saw the glimmer of his gift and knew he’d let his guard down. He could detect secrets, mental walls, in anyone’s mind and he usually kept his own gift concealed.

“Who?” I asked, confused. “Nemison?”

“Not Nemison. That guy. The one whose arms you couldn’t pry yourself out of at Kandek’s wedding.”

Grey. The last time Mark had seen me, Grey had his arm around me. Ace had ordered me to come with him, to run away into the woods with him and Mark. Grey had stopped him from forcing me and then kept his arm around me for protection. That was all Mark had seen. And I’d let him believe what he saw. I was hurt by the Sons’ surprise attack and by their unnecessary violence in a situation I had well under control.