Blood in Snow: (The Riddle in Stone Series - Book Three)

by Robert Evert

  The screen door creaked open behind Horic. Abby and Becky came into the house, Abby with her black-bladed dagger drawn.

  “Leave!” Edmund shouted.

  Horic considered the growling Becky, her eyes flickering red. He slowly returned his hand to the top of his cane. Snarling, he made to say something to Edmund when he suddenly noticed Ellie.

  “Wh, wh, wh—?” He pointed at her with a shaking finger. “What—! How—! Kill her! Kill her!”

  Immediately Edmund stepped between Horic and Ellie. He seized the old man by the throat. His hands began to tingle.

  “If you ever so much as look at my daughter again, I’ll kill you.”

  He shoved Horic out of the house. Horic fell, sprawling onto the rickety front porch.

  “Get out of here!” Edmund shouted. “Or Becky will rip you to pieces.”

  Becky stepped toward the prone magic user, growling and baring sharp, white teeth. People in the street stopped to watch.

  “Your daughter?” Horic croaked, scrabbling away from Becky. “You fool! Do you know what she is? Do you have any idea what she’s capable of doing?”

  “She’s my daughter. And I’m giving you ten seconds.”

  “She’s a—”

  “One!”

  Horic clambered his feet. “You’re dooming us all!”

  “Two!”

  Horic turned and hobbled through the small crowd gathered outside the house.

  “You okay, sir?” somebody called to Edmund.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” he replied, dampening the anger from his voice. “Sorry for the disruption.”

  Edmund and Abby watched Horic make for the west gate, then closed the door.

  “I saw him come into town and thought he might pay you a visit.” Abby plopped onto the sofa. “You’ll have to do something about him eventually. You know that, right?”

  Ellie toddled toward her, arms uplifted. Then she saw Becky. Becky scampered to another room.

  Edmund sat across from them. “I’ll deal with him later.”

  “Just keep an eye out,” Abby said, bouncing Ellie on her knee. “And make sure you’re never unarmed again. I can’t always be here to save you.”

  “True.”

  Edmund watched Abby play with Ellie for a few minutes then asked, “What’s on your mind, Abby?”

  Abby fell still, gaze floating out the window. Men were hauling timber, and horses dragged trees to be cut and planed. The town was buzzing with activity.

  Edmund waited.

  Abby sighed. “I don’t know. Something’s wrong with me, I think.”

  You’re perfect.

  “Do you mean …?” Edmund paused.

  “Oh”—she motioned to her white hair and wrinkled hands—“it … it isn’t this. It’s something else.”

  “What then?”

  Ellie patted Abby’s head and babbled something.

  “I don’t know,” said Abby. “I … I just can’t seem to feel happy. With all the wonderful things going on here and everything, well, I still feel … I feel …”

  “Bored?”

  “Yes!” Then her enthusiasm waned. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound—”

  Edmund waved a dismissive hand.

  “I mean …” She stared out the window again. “I think what you’re doing here is really important. It’s terrific!”

  “But it’s not for you,” Edmund suggested. “It isn’t yours?”

  “No, it isn’t. I’m sorry, Ed. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

  “You’re feeling restless, like watching sand sliding through an hourglass, and you want to do something with your life—before it’s too late.”

  “Exactly!” Abby cried.

  Ellie gurgled something that sounded remarkably like, “Exactly.”

  Abby laughed. “How do you know me so well?”

  Edmund didn’t want to say what he was thinking.

  Abby looked at him sheepishly. “You wouldn’t mind if I left, would you? I mean, just for a little while. I just want to—”

  “Adventure?”

  Abby laughed again. Ellie laughed with her, clapping her hands. “You really do know me, don’t you?”

  With great effort, Edmund spoke his thoughts.

  “Look, Abby. You never have to check with me about anything. We’re family, but you’re your own person. If you want to go on an adventure, or an entire string of them, I’m happy for you. I say go and enjoy life. One suggestion, though: have Toby give you a short sword and a chain vest made out of the black steel. They’ll come in handy.”

  Abby set Ellie onto the sofa beside her and leaned forward in earnest.

  “You wouldn’t mind? Be honest with me Ed, please.”

  Edmund took Abby’s hand.

  “I don’t mind. Stop dreaming and start doing. Have Hendrick teach you how to handle a sword and shoot a bow …” He hated to say the rest, but felt he had to. “And … and go. Explore the world while you’re young!”

  “Young,” Abby muttered.

  Edmund mentally kicked himself. Of all the words to use.

  “I certainly don’t look young anymore, do I?” She pulled her hood over her face. “Still, I desperately want to do something of consequence … if I can.”

  “Abby,” Edmund said, trying not to mention his love for her, “you can do anything you set your mind to, including adventure. You’re smart, and you learn from your mistakes. Plus, being a woman—”

  She shot him a warning glance.

  Ellie climbed down from the sofa. Edmund scooped her up.

  “All I mean is, nobody would suspect you of adventuring. You could sneak around and gather all kinds of information without even being noticed. You’re good at that.”

  “I am good at that.”

  “Abby”—Edmund held Ellie against his shoulder—“I love you.” Abby studied the block-strewn floor as if she hadn’t heard, though Edmund guessed she had. “Go. And take Becky with you.”

  Ellie babbled something that might have been “Becky.”

  But Abby frowned. “Ed, I don’t need protecting.”

  “Of course you do, and don’t get angry! I need protecting, too. Everybody does. That’s why we have swords and armor. The world isn’t always a nice place.” Ellie pointed toward Becky’s hiding spot and tried to squirm out of Edmund’s grasp. Edmund repositioned her.

  “Don’t refuse things just because they’re offered. You know you’re safer with Becky than without, true?”

  Abby mumbled something.

  “Plus, Becky isn’t just protection; she’s also good company. And believe me, it gets lonely out in the wilds by yourself. So take her with you.”

  “What about you?”

  “By summer, I’ll have a hundred and fifty trained warriors armed with black blades and armored in black chainmail. Within five years, we’ll probably have the best fighting force on the continent. Don’t worry about me.”

  Ellie grabbed Edmund’s nose, pulled, and giggled.

  “Besides,” he added, “Ellie and Becky don’t get along. I think she’d prefer to go with you anyway; she’s spoiling to kill something.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “All right!” Abby laughed. “Becky and I will go adventuring! Now … I just need to decide where I’m going.”

  “Actually—” Edmund walked to a corner table. On it sat the huge black tome from the troll’s lair, a stack of papers, and the blanket-covered box. He pushed aside the box, moving the blanket slightly to reveal a small cage with two field mice gnawing on a thrashing foot. “I think I have an idea, if you’re up to it.”

  Abby picked up a piece of paper with strange runes. “Are you finished translating the book?”

  “No, but I’m getting closer.”

  He riffled through more stacks of paper, pulled out a map, and unfolded it in front of Abby.

  “Have you ever heard of Tol Falon?”

  “No, I haven’t.” Abby leaned
in to study the map. “Where is it?”

  “There.” Edmund tapped a range of hills near the center of the known continent.

  “And what’s there?”

  “It used to be a small keep and a town.” Edmund set Ellie onto the floor, tired of her wiggling.

  Ellie toddled after Becky, who pushed open the screen door and bolted outside. Ellie tried to follow.

  “Stay here, Ellie-girl,” Edmund said.

  Ellie pounded on the screen door.

  “If you’re interested,” Edmund said to Abby, “I’d like you to go there and look around a bit.”

  “Look for what? Why? What’s there?”

  “I’m not sure, but I think it might be important. For some reason, right before he died, Iliandor sent one of his trusted advisors there.”

  “Who?”

  “His personal librarian. Some called him Narvist, but he went by other names.”

  They stared at the tiny spot on the map far from any cities or towns.

  “You think he sent part of his formula there, don’t you?” said Abby.

  “Maybe. I know he didn’t put the entire formula in his diary.”

  Ellie continued to bang on the screen door.

  “Look, Abby, if I’m right, this adventure could be dangerous.”

  Abby gave him a sidelong glare.

  “What?” he asked.

  “So help me, Ed, if you’re giving me some mission to make me happy—”

  Abby, realizing what she’d just said, laughed and threw her arms around Edmund. She kissed his cheek.

  “Becoming happy is exactly what I need,” she admitted. “Still, don’t manufacture something meaningless; I want to do something worthwhile.”

  “I don’t know if the trip will be worthless or not. I’d go myself if I could, so that should tell you something. Just go and snoop around. See what you find.” Edmund was reluctant to stop hugging her.

  “I’ll set out tomorrow!” She scooped Ellie up and kissed her, too. “I’ll miss you!” she told Ellie.

  Ellie pointed outside and babbled.

  Abby hugged her again.

  “I’d better start getting ready! I’m going to need a horse, and extra clothes, and food. Maybe Gabe can make me something easy to carry.”

  She opened the screen door and paused, looking back at Edmund and Ellie.

  “Thanks, Ed,” she said. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”

  Edmund smiled. “Go talk to Toby. Have him give you a short sword and a chainmail shirt.”

  “I will.”

  Abby stepped out onto the porch.

  “And have Hendrick show you how to hold a sword!” Edmund called after her as she ran down the stairs. “It’s not as easy as it looks!”

  She disappeared into the crowd carrying supplies to various building sites. For a long moment, Edmund stared at where she’d been. In his arms, Ellie flapped her hand toward the door and said, as clear as anybody could, “Bye-bye.”

  Faintly, her fingers began to glow.

  THE END

  About the Author

  By day, Robert Evert is an ordinary university professor bent on stamping out ignorance and apathy wherever they may rear their ugly heads. By night, and during various faculty meetings, he is a fantasy writer. Living in northeast Ohio with his wife, two sons, dog, four cats, and a host of imaginary friends, Robert enjoys teaching, yoga, hiking, and writing. You may learn more about Robert Evert at robertevert.blogspot.com where he discusses being a neurotic writer.

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