Trylle

by Amanda Hocking

  Matt tried to protest. He thought I needed to process what was happening, and maybe he was right. But I didn’t have the time. Duncan took my hand and helped me to my feet. Tove opened the bedroom door to leave, but then he stepped aside, letting Finn come into the room.

  “Princess,” Finn said, his dark eyes on me. “I came to see if you were all right.”

  “Yes.” I smoothed out my black dress, wrinkled from sitting on the floor for so long.

  “I’m going to talk to Thomas.” Tove glanced back at me, checking to see if that was still okay, and I nodded.

  “I’ll wait outside for you,” Duncan offered. He gave me a small smile before hurrying out after Tove.

  Matt, however, stood next to me. His arms were crossed firmly over his chest, and his blue eyes were like ice as he stared at Finn. I was actually grateful for Matt’s distrust. It used to be that I would kill to get a moment alone with Finn, but I had no idea what to say to him anymore.

  “I’m sorry to hear about your mother,” Finn said simply.

  “Thank you.” I wiped at my eyes again. I’d stopped crying a while ago, but my cheeks were still sticky and damp from tears.

  “She was a great Queen,” Finn said, his words carefully measured. “As you will be.”

  “We have yet to see what kind of Queen I will be.” I ran a hand through my curls and gave him a thin smile. “I have much to do before I am to be Queen, and I’m sorry, but I really must get to it now.”

  “Yes, of course.” Finn lowered his eyes, but not before I saw the hurt flash in them for a moment. He’d grown accustomed to me turning to him for comfort, but I didn’t need him anymore. “I didn’t mean to keep you.”

  “It’s quite all right,” I said and turned to Matt. “Will you accompany me?”

  “What?” Matt sounded surprised, probably because I hardly asked him to do anything with me anymore. So much of what I did involved palace business, and I couldn’t let a mänsklig tag along with me.

  “I’m going down to the library,” I clarified. “Would you come with me?”

  “Yeah, sure.” Matt nodded, almost eagerly. “I’d love to help you any way I can.”

  Matt and I left his room, but Finn walked with us because he was going in the same direction, presumably back to train our army. The trackers were doing most of their training in the first-floor ballroom, since it had the most space.

  Tove had already left to find Thomas, but Duncan had waited for us, following a step behind as we went down the hall.

  “How is the training coming?” I asked Finn, since he was beside me, and I needed to fill the space with something.

  “It’s going as well as can be expected,” Finn said. “They are learning quickly, which is good.”

  “Is Loki being of any help?” I asked, and Finn stiffened at the mention of Loki’s name.

  “Yes, surprisingly.” Finn scratched at his temple and seemed reluctant to say anything nice about Loki. “He is much stronger than our trackers, but he’s done a fine job of teaching them how to maneuver. We will be unable to beat the Vittra hobgoblins with our strength, but we have the upper hand with our wits.”

  “Good.” I nodded. “You know we only have a few days until the Vittra will come.”

  “Yes,” Finn said. “We will work overtime until then.”

  “Don’t overwork them,” I said.

  “I will try not to.”

  “And . . .” I paused, thinking of exactly how I wanted to phrase it. “If they can’t do it, if you don’t honestly believe they stand a chance against the Vittra, do not let them fight.”

  “They stand a chance,” Finn said, slightly offended.

  “No, Finn, listen to me.” I stopped and touched his arm, so he would stop and face me. His dark eyes still smoldered with something, but I refused to acknowledge it. “If our Trylle army cannot win against the Vittra, do not send them to fight. I will not let them go on a suicide mission. Do you understand?”

  “Some lives will be lost, Princess,” Finn answered cautiously.

  “I know,” I admitted, hating that it was true. “But it is only worth losing some lives if we can win, otherwise lives will be lost for nothing.”

  “What do you propose we do, then?” Finn asked. “If the troops aren’t ready to fight the Vittra, what will you have us do?”

  “You will do nothing,” I said. “I will take care of this.”

  “Wendy,” Matt said. “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I started walking again, and they followed more slowly behind me. “I will handle things if it comes to that, but until then, we will continue with the plan. We will ready ourselves for war.”

  I marched ahead, walking faster so I didn’t have to argue with Matt or Finn. Both of them wanted to protect me, but they couldn’t. Not anymore.

  On the way to the library, we went past the ballroom. Finn went inside to finish the training, and I glanced in. All the trackers were sitting on the floor in a semicircle around Tove and Loki. They were both talking, explaining what would need to be done.

  “Should I go in with them?” Duncan asked, gesturing to the room of trackers.

  “No.” I shook my head. “You come with me.”

  “Are you sure?” Duncan asked, but he followed me down to the library. “Shouldn’t I be learning how to fight with the rest of them?”

  “You won’t be fighting with the rest of them,” I replied simply.

  “Why not?” Duncan asked. “I’m a tracker.”

  “You’re my tracker,” I said. “I need you with me.” Before he could argue, I turned my attention to my brother. “Matt, we’re looking for books that have anything in them about the Vittra. We need to find their weaknesses.”

  “Okay.” He looked around at the ceiling-high shelves filled with books. “Where do I start?”

  “Pretty much anywhere,” I said. “I’ve barely made a dent in these books.”

  Matt climbed one of the ladders to reach the books at the top, and Duncan dutifully went along to start collecting books for himself.

  While the history of the Vittra was interesting at times, it was irritating how little we knew about stopping them. So much of the Trylle past had been about avoiding them and making concessions. We’d never actually stood up to them.

  By all accounts, Oren was the cruelest King the Vittra had had in centuries, maybe ever. He slaughtered the Trylle for sport and executed his own people for simply disagreeing with him. Loki was lucky to even be alive.

  “What’s this say?” Matt asked. “It doesn’t even look like words.” He was sitting on one of the chairs on the far side of the room, and he pointed to the open book on his lap.

  “Oh, that?” Duncan was nearest to him, so he got up and leaned over Matt, looking at the book. “That’s Tryllic. It’s our old language to keep secrets from the Vittra.”

  “A lot of the older stuff is written in Tryllic,” I said, but I didn’t get up. I’d found a passage about the Long Winter War, and I hoped it would give me something useful.

  “What does it say?” Matt asked.

  “Um, this one says . . . something about an ‘orm,’ ” Duncan said, squinting as he read the text. He didn’t know very much Tryllic, but since he spent so much time researching with me, he’d picked up more.

  “What?” I lifted my head, thinking at first that he’d said Oren.

  “Orm,” Duncan repeated. “It’s like a snake.” He tapped the pages and straightened up. “I don’t think this will be helpful. It’s a book of old fairy tales.”

  “How do you know?” I asked.

  “We grew up hearing these stories.” Duncan shrugged and sat back down in his chair. “I’ve heard that one a hundred times.”

  “What is it?” I pressed. Something about that word, orm, stuck with me.

  “It’s supposed to explain how trolls came to be,” Duncan said. “The reason we split up into different tribes. Each of the tribes is represented by a dif
ferent animal. The Kanin are rabbits, the Omte are birds, the Skojare are fish, the Trylle are foxes, and the Vittra are tigers, or sometimes lions, depending on who tells the story.”

  The Kanin, Omte, and Skojare were the other three tribes of trolls, like the Trylle and Vittra. I’d never met any of them. From what I understood, only the Kanin were still doing reasonably well, but they hadn’t thrived as much as the Trylle or even the Vittra. The Skojare were all but extinct.

  I’d only heard of five tribes, and all of the tribes were accounted for, yet Duncan had mentioned the orm.

  “What about the orm?” I asked. “What tribe does that represent?”

  “It doesn’t.” He shook his head. “The orm is the villain of the story. It’s all very Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.”

  “How so?” I asked.

  “I can’t tell it with the same flourish as my mom did before I went to bed,” Duncan said, “but the basic idea is that all the animals lived together and worked together. It was peace and harmony. Orm, which was this big snakelike creature, had lived for thousands of years, and he was bored. He watched all the animals living together, and for fun, he decided to mess with them.

  “He went to each of the animals, telling them that they had to watch out for their friends,” Duncan went on. “He told the fish that the birds were plotting to eat them, the birds that the fox had set traps to ensnare them, and the rabbits that the birds were eating all their clover.

  “Then the orm went to the tiger and told him that he was bigger and stronger than all the other animals, and he could eat them all if he wanted to,” he said. “The tiger realized he was right, and he began hunting the other animals. None of the animals trusted one another anymore, and they scattered.

  “The orm thinks this is all funny and great, especially when he sees all the other animals struggling without their friends,” Duncan continued. “They had all been working together, and they couldn’t make it on their own.

  “One day, the orm comes across the tiger, who is starving and cold,” Duncan said. “The orm begins to laugh at how pitiful the tiger is, and the tiger asks him why he’s laughing. When the orm explains how he tricked the tiger into betraying his friends, the tiger becomes enraged, and using his sharpest claw, he cuts off the orm’s head.

  “Usually the ending is told more dramatically than that, but that’s how it goes.” Duncan shrugged.

  “Wait.” I leaned forward on my book. “The Vittra killed the orm?”

  “Well, yeah, the tiger represents the Vittra,” Duncan said. “Or at least that’s what my mom told me. But the tiger is really the only animal capable of cutting off the snake’s head. At best, a fox could just bite it and the birds could peck out its eyes.”

  “That’s it, isn’t it?” I asked, and it suddenly seemed so obvious to me. I pushed aside my book and jumped up.

  “Wendy?” Matt asked, confused. “Where are you going?”

  “I have an idea,” I said and ran out of the room.

  TWENTY-ONE

  preparation

  In the ballroom, all the trackers were busy practicing moves on each other. Loki stood near the front, teaching a young tracker how to block. I tried not to think about how young that kid looked or about how he’d fight in battle soon.

  “Loki!” I yelled to get his attention.

  He turned toward me, smiling already, and his attention dropped from the tracker. Seizing the opportunity, the tracker moved forward, punching Loki in the face. It wasn’t hard enough to really hurt him, but the tracker looked both frightened and proud.

  “Sorry,” the tracker apologized. “I thought we were still training.”

  “It’s fine.” Loki rubbed his jaw and waved him off. “Just save the good stuff for the hobgoblins, all right?”

  I smiled sheepishly at Loki as he made his way across the ballroom over to where I stood at the door. I couldn’t see Finn or Thomas, but I knew they had to be somewhere in the room, working with the other trackers.

  “I didn’t mean to distract you like that and get you sucker-punched.”

  “I’m all right,” Loki assured me with a grin and stepped out into the hall, so we could have some privacy from onlookers. “What can I do for you, Wendy?”

  “Can I cut off your head?” I asked.

  “Are you asking for my permission?” Loki tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. “Because I’m going to have to say no to this one request, Princess.”

  “No, I mean, can I?” I asked. “As in, am I capable of it? Would you die if I did?”

  “Of course I would die.” Loki put one hand against the wall and leaned on it. “I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?”

  “If I cut off Oren’s head, would that kill him?” I asked.

  “Probably, but you’ll never get close enough to him to do that.” He put his other hand on his hip and stared down at me. “Is that your plan? To decapitate the King?”

  “Do you have a better plan?” I countered.

  “No, but . . .” He sighed. “I’ve tried that before, and it didn’t work. You can’t get close enough to him. He’s strong and smart.”

  “No, you can’t get close enough to him,” I clarified. “You don’t have the same abilities as I do.”

  “I know that, but I can’t knock him out,” Loki said. “His mind is impenetrable. Even your mother couldn’t use her powers on him.” His eyes softened when he mentioned my mother. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

  “No, don’t be.” I shook my head and lowered my eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

  “I wanted to see you, but I knew you’d have your hands full,” Loki said, his voice quiet. “I thought you’d rather I be here, helping the Trylle.”

  I nodded. “You’re right.”

  “But I still feel like a dick,” he said. I could feel him studying me, his eyes all over me, but I didn’t lift my head. “How are you doing with all this?”

  “I don’t have time to think about it.” I shook my head again, clearing it of any thoughts of Elora, and looked up at him. “I need to find out how to stop Oren.”

  “That’s a noble goal,” Loki said. “Cutting off his head may do it, or running him through with a sword. It’s never been a matter of killing him. It’s getting close enough to do it. He’d have you on the floor before you could even draw your weapon.”

  “Well, I can do it,” I insisted. “I can find a way. I have tiger blood, so I’m strong.”

  “Tiger blood?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “What are you going on about, Wendy?”

  “Nothing. Never mind.” I smiled thinly at him. “I can stop Oren. And that’s what matters, right?”

  “How?” he asked.

  “Don’t worry about it.” I took a step back, walking away from him. “You concentrate on getting them ready. I’ll deal with Oren.”

  Loki sighed. “Wendy.”

  I hurried back to the library, where Duncan and Matt were still waiting. I didn’t let Matt know of my idea, because he would only disapprove. The last few days felt epic and long, and I told Matt to get some rest. We could pick things up in the morning.

  I did need to rest myself. One thing I had learned from Tove was that my powers weakened and got more uncontrollable if I was overly tired. I’d been so completely exhausted lately that I wouldn’t stand a chance against Oren.

  Everything was so simple it was almost infuriating. Everyone had made it sound so difficult to kill Oren, but it would be the same as killing any other Vittra. I thought I’d need a magic spell or something. But all I had to do was get close to him.

  I knew Loki was right, and it was easier said than done. Physically, Oren was still much stronger than me, he healed quickly, and his mind was virtually immune to my abilities. When he had interrupted my wedding, I’d tried to throw him back against the wall, and I’d only ruffled his hair.

  Stopping him would be difficult, but it would be possible.

  But I�
�d need my abilities to be up to full strength, which meant that I needed to rest. It felt lazy going to bed when so much was happening in the palace, but I didn’t have a choice. I went upstairs to go to my room, and I heard Willa rallying the displaced Trylle from Oslinna. She’d gathered them in one of the larger bedrooms and told them how they could make a difference, how they could avenge their loved ones.

  I paused outside the door, listening for a moment. Something in the way she spoke always sounded seductive. It was hard saying no to Willa.

  Willa was doing well with them on her own, so I continued down to my room. A rustling sound came from inside my chambers, so I cautiously pushed open the door. I poked my head in, and by the dim light of the bedside lamp I saw Garrett rummaging through my nightstand drawer.

  “Garrett?” I asked, stepping inside the room.

  “Princess.” He immediately stopped what he was doing and stepped away from my nightstand. His cheeks reddened, and he lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go through your things. I was looking for a necklace I gave Elora. I couldn’t find it in her new room, and I thought it might have gotten left in here.”

  “I can help you look,” I offered. “I haven’t seen any necklaces, but I haven’t been searching for any either. What did it look like?”

  “It was a black onyx stone with diamonds and silver wrapped around it.” He gestured to his own chest at about the spot a necklace would hang. “She used to wear it all the time, and I thought it would be good for . . .” He stopped, choking up for a second. “I thought she’d like to be buried with it.”

  “I’m sure she would,” I said.

  He sniffled and shielded his eyes with his hand. I had no idea what to do. I stayed frozen in place, watching Garrett as he struggled not to cry.

  “I’m sorry.” He wiped his eyes and shook his head. “You don’t need to deal with me being like this.”

  “No, it’s okay,” I said. I took a step closer to him, but I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t move forward any farther. I twisted my wedding ring and tried to think of something comforting to say. “I know how much you cared for my mother.”