The hours passed swiftly. “Good Father Jacob, can you hear me?” a soft voice called out. “The dawn has come and gone, and still you sleep…”
Jacob stirred. He heard the unpleasant sounds of hammering now, which suddenly sounded to him as if someone was driving a spike into his head. Still half in a daze, he opened his eyes. He looked about the room. He was lying supine on a cot opposite the hut’s only bed. His eyes flashed with surprise as he realized the bed was empty. “Where is Princess Adrina? Have you done something to her?”
The old man batted his eyes at Father Jacob as if the priest had just stung him. “That one is full of wind and fire. She’s been directing my sons’ efforts all this morning, fixing the wheel on that wagon of yours.”
Jacob moved sluggishly to a sitting position. “And you are?”
“I am Master T’aver,” said the old man. He scratched his long white beard. “You came upon my home during the devil’s own squall yester eve. You truly are First Minister to the King. You performed a miracle last night that never in all my years have I seen.”
Jacob cocked his head and looked out the window. “The banging has stopped.”
“Yes, it is near midmorning. Some hours now my sons have labored at that wheel. It must be fixed. You should eat now and with godspeed you’ll be on your way.”
Jacob started to stand, T’aver put a halting hand to his shoulder. “Wait. The food will come. We should first talk. There are things you must know if you are to continue your journey.”
“What can you possible know of my journey?” Jacob asked. Again he moved to stand. The fog in his mind was clearing now. He was worried about the young princess. He hadn’t expected a full recovery and Adrina was just strong-minded enough to be out and about while still very ill.
T’aver moved a chair to Jacob’s cot. “Five days after the last full moon, I received a portentous message from an old friend. The message was in the form of a scroll, sealed magically—”
Jacob’s eyes went wide at the mention of the forbidden craft—it was one thing to use prayers and gifts from Father and Mother, quite another to tap into the fabric of the world.
Master T’aver continued, “And meant only for my eyes. It told me things I didn’t want to believe—not that I doubted the word of the Watcher.”
Again Jacob’s eyes grew wide with astonishment.
“But I truly did not believe until your arrival yester eve… Trust the girl’s instincts, Father Jacob. She walks under a charm…” T’aver seemed about to say something more, but just then the door opened and an old woman carrying a tray of food entered the hut. Master T’aver bade Jacob eat and said no more.
The wagon and the horses were readied while they ate. Afterward, they said their goodbye’s and thank you’s quickly. As Father Jacob directed the wagon back to the main thruway, the four-horse team seemed strangely unresponsive. Above, the sky was clear and deep blue. While Adrina was hopeful it would remain that way, she couldn’t deny the ill feeling building up from within. She cast Father Jacob a concerned glance and wondered at his silence. He had said little to her since awaking and nothing of his conversation with T’aver.
At a quiet, unbroken pace the journey continued, with the musty and pungent odor of the swamp eventually replaced by a fresh, cool breeze that promised of the coast and the sea ahead. Adrina watched Jacob guide the wagon repeatedly, chiding the horses to swifter and swifter speeds. She was sure they would arrive in Alderan too late to stop whatever was taking place. She was also sure Father Jacob felt the same thing.
That night they camped only when it became too hazardous to continue along the shrouded road. Adrina slept bundled in many blankets in the back of the wagon. Jacob slept on the ground beside a meager fire.
Adrina came awake before dawn and, as the false dawn gathered, Father Jacob and Adrina began their race again. Soon the sea came into view and a wonderful sensory explosion of salt air and sea life followed. In the distance, seagulls speckled the air and dotted the landscape of a rocky coastline, their calls reaching the approaching two on gentle breezes.
Adrina’s face flushed with sudden color, turning from the ashen pale it had held to a rosy alabaster as sea breezes blew against her cheeks. A smile touched her lips and she touched her hand to Jacob’s and momentarily held it tight. The sun and the breeze felt good. For a brief moment, she thought of Lady Isador. Lady Isador who longed for southern breezes and tall grasses.
“I made it to the sea,” said Adrina glumly, her voice so soft and shallow that it blended into and was lost in the sounds of wind rushing past her ears and birds in the sky overhead. Her eyes fixed on a point out along the horizon and out across the waters of the sea ahead. Somewhere out there was Prince William. Adrina was sure of that now. She saw his blue, blue eyes staring up at her again.
Adrina prepared herself to ask Father Jacob a question that had been in the back of her mind for some time. She was already sure what Jacob’s answer would be, but felt she had to ask anyway. Either Jacob would confirm her fears or—and this is the reason Adrina felt compelled to speak—he would tell her that things were not as bad as they seemed. She took in a deep breath, laced her fingers together and then spoke. “Father Jacob…”
Jacob cast her a sidelong glance.
“Do you believe King Jarom would try to kill my brother?” There, she said it, but she didn’t feel any better for the saying. She took another deep breath and braced herself for Jacob’s response.
Jacob seemed to sense her anguish. He put the reins for the team in one hand and with his free hand touched hers. “That is a question I have asked myself again and again, but I told myself I did not want to answer. The fact is that King Jarom murdered King Charles and that obviously he wants to stop Prince William from reaching the north to bring word of this terrible deed to King Andrew.”
“What could King Jarom possibly have gained from killing Charles?”
“It could be that he wishes to restore Vostok to its former glory.”
Adrina’s eyes widened. She recalled something Keeper Martin had told her before they had entered the swamps. “If King Jarom took Sever, what would be next? Would he go beyond the disputed lands?”
Jacob’s mouth dropped open. Adrina had never seen him at a loss. It was clear he hadn’t considered this.
“King Jarom may lust for power,” Jacob said, “but invasion is another thing altogether. It would mean plunging the kingdoms into an all-out war. As it is now, what he has done may already mean war, but that would depend on the evidence Prince William brings to King Andrew and the decision of the Alliance.”
“The lady in the forest told me that King Jarom sees himself seated on Imtal’s throne. Was Vostok once that vast?”
“Never that vast, but at the end of the Race Wars, when only the five sons of the Alder remained in power, King Jarom the First controlled nearly all the lands from Neadde to Ispeth. It was his Blood Soldiers that pushed the enemy back to the sea near the mouth of the Opyl River, and it was he with his own bare hands that committed patricide and started the last Great War.”
Adrina felt suddenly sick and sorry she had spoken at all. She said nothing more, and neither did Father Jacob.
Upon reaching the coast, Father Jacob turned the wagon in a wide semi-circle and took the southerly route. Alderan was now only a half-day’s ride away. With luck, they would reach the city before dusk. Another question neither Adrina nor Jacob wanted to answer was whether this would be too late to stop what was already set in motion.
The section of the coastline they traveled along became a series of rocky crags with sharp, jutting spurts that jumped out into the yearning sea. Rough-hewn, carved by the forces of nature that acted upon the waters and enveloped them at times, they seemed somehow alive.
The wind, a steady gale with mixed patches of warm and cool, often carried with it a soft salty spray as waves crashed into the shore, and as the afternoon sun gathered itself full in the sky the day still held the promise o
f clear, cloudless skies.
Adrina sat silently, her hands clasped tightly together. She reflected on earlier thoughts, letting her gaze wander as the wagon twisted and turned.
The breezes became cooler as the sun began to settle toward the glossy blue waters of the sea, and the cool air felt good against Adrina’s skin. Still, Father Jacob stopped the wagon for a moment to retrieve two blankets from the rear. He searched through the satchels of foodstuffs and came up with a rounded loaf of black bread and a dark yellow cheese.
The meal was a hurried affair. Soon after finishing, Father Jacob drove the horses onward. It was a quick start, followed by an unwholesome lull that hung in the air. Even the sea breezes seemed to be aware of it as they softened. Then the pleasant sounds of the great West Deep disappeared altogether. The calls of the gulls died out. The splashing of the waves became subdued. Even the rolling of the wagon’s wheels became secondary to the great quiet that was all around them.
Father Jacob slowed the horses to a sedate pace. His eyes searched. Adrina remained silent, her thoughts mostly idle and insubstantial now, though she could not shake the voice of the lady from her mind. It unnerved her. It called out to her and the fact that it grew stronger the farther along the coast they rode did not make her feel any easier.
A sudden change in the air around them came as a single, dark cloud passed in front of the sun, momentarily creating an eerie shadow across the land. With the momentary darkness came a spontaneous downward shift in temperature. Jacob and Adrina clutched the woolen blankets more tightly and subconsciously shivered to ease the sudden chill.
The horses cast frightened whinnies into the air, their sixth sense warning that danger lurked near. Adrina’s heart seemed to stop beating in a temporary lapse until the sun’s brightness and warmth once more covered her. Yet even with the warmth’s return, the chill was not so readily cast away. Rather it lingered much, much longer. It was as if an evil hand reached out and stroked her, telling her, bragging to her, that it was near.
Adrina cast a glance heavenward. The sky was as clear as it had been a short while ago. The dark cloud was gone, vanished, as if it had simply evaporated after it had passed. As her eyes returned to the horizon, she grasped Jacob’s hand and pointed to an object far in the distance. Jacob followed the direction her outstretched hand led, out along the coast and into the dark waters. However, what Adrina directed him to was not out amidst the darkening waters, but across them, back along the serpentine coastline. A cloud of dust arose and, it seemed a large group of riders rapidly approached.
“Father Jacob,” said Adrina, “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
Father Jacob seemed to still be shaking off the previous chill. He made a quick scan of the area, apparently looking for a place to hide, before he replied, “Rocks and squat grasses don’t offer much cover, child. This wagon is too slow and awkward to maneuver in this rough terrain…”
Jacob paused in thought, Adrina cut in, “Perhaps, we could unhook the team and proceed on horseback.”
“By the time we did that it would already be too late…” As he spoke, it seemed an idea came to Jacob. He had Adrina pull her long black hair back and tie it up in her scarf. Afterward he pulled the blanket around her so that it partially concealed her face and then he did likewise. The air was chilly and it wouldn’t have been all that unusual for them to be bundled against the cold and the spray from the sea.
Jacob didn’t stop the horses as he had thought to do, but instead proceeded at a slow pace. The riders steadily approached. Adrina’s gaze grew gradually downcast until she was practically staring only at the dirt in front of her. The riders slowed as they passed for a cursory inspection, but quickly increased their pace and sped away.
Not raising her downward gaze, Adrina saw only the riders’ mounts, a blur of hindquarters and forelegs, as they passed. She closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep until Jacob nudged her to tell her everything was all right.
Adrina lowered the blanket, but still kept it about her shoulders. The danger was gone, or so it seemed. She cast a nervous glance over her shoulder at the group of riders and then watched as Father Jacob flicked the reins to hasten the team.
They continued to wind their way along the serpentine coast, and Adrina cast her fears away. The trail became steadily rock-strewn, making passage over it rough and often very difficult. Large boulders that had to be circumnavigated sprang up in the middle of the trail and the width of the coastal road became steadily narrower.
Adrina followed and wandered among the empty waters breaking the coastline with her eyes, searching for that which was not there. The voice in her mind had grown sullen and quiet, and now her thoughts wandered free with the waves, rolling and sinking with each as they turned under, rising as each new wave was born, racing as they crashed into the rocky shore.
The emptiness was still present, however, and the sounds of life still void. This lifelessness played heavily on Adrina’s thoughts. With each new curve, she wondered what lay on the other side. The coastal highway they rode along wasn’t usually a bustling thoroughfare so she didn’t think it was odd not to see any other passersby. It wasn’t that she really wanted to see any, actually, but she wouldn’t have minded seeing a friendly face—she didn’t consider Jacob’s pensive stare friendly or comforting.
Her thoughts slowly turned to the encroaching night. The sky was still clear but Father Jacob had told her storms here usually came suddenly and frequently.
Adrina cocked her head and listened to a sound carried by the wind. “Father Jacob?” asked Adrina with a timid voice. “What is that?”
“What is what?”
“Can’t you hear it?” Adrina asked.
Jacob pulled the reins taut and the horses slowed to a steady halt. “Can I hear what?”
“The singing.”
“Singing?” Jacob tossed her an odd glance then put his hand to her forehead. “Stick out your tongue child?”
“Father Jacob, listen…”
A puzzled frown crossed Jacob’s lips. “Maybe I do hear something, then again it doesn’t sound like sing—” A distant low rumbling came from behind them now. “It is only thunder, child.”
It took both a moment to realize that the thunder they heard was hooves against the rocky ground. Frantically, they spun around and stared back down the trail behind them. A clump of dots trailing dust slowly became visible—the band of riders was returning.
“Still, that’s not what I hear, Father Jacob,” Adrina said.
“Wait a min—” Jacob gasped. “By the Father, I do hear something.”
Adrina grabbed the reins from Jacob’s lap and whipped them. The horses took off at a gallop, causing the wagon to jolt wildly. Adrina glanced behind them. She could make out single objects now, horses and riders. The group was gaining on them. “They’ll catch us before we can get away,” she said.
Apparently, feeling suddenly inspired, Jacob shouted, “Give me the reins, child! We’ll give them a run for it!”
Adrina didn’t give Jacob the reins, the strong presence of evil had returned. She didn’t know whether it was from behind her or ahead, but she knew it was there. She strained her tired eyes, trying to see what was ahead in the distance. A small sandy inlet settled where the ridgeline sloped down to the sea, forming a cove of sorts. This was the first place she’d seen where the road ran directly along the waters. The section appeared to have been washed away by the recent heavy rains and the inlet thus formed.
“There!” she shouted. Adrina didn’t have to point to the object in the sand now, she knew Jacob saw it too.
“Halt!” sounded a loud, masculine voice that appeared drastically close.
Both Adrina and Jacob skewed their eyes left to see a rider that seemed to suddenly appear beside them. As a reflex Adrina halted the wagon. Her mind was filled with sudden panic. Why now when they were so close? She wanted to cry. Her eyes swelled with tears that slowly began to roll down her cheeks.
> “Father, why?” she sobbed raising her voice aloft, not really asking Jacob and not really asking Great-Father, rather addressing them both.
The face that loomed over her, angry and fierce, seemed to lunge at her as it stepped from the horse to the wagon’s deck. Just as the man reached his hands out to grab Adrina, Jacob snatched the reins from Adrina’s hands and whipped them as hard as he could.
“Go away, leave us alone!” shouted Adrina.
The four horses dashed responsively forward and the rider, who had been struggling to maintain his balance as the wagon sprang forward, tumbled to the ground. A crunching sound an instant later said he struck the hard ground fatally. Adrina regained the reins from Father Jacob and a chase commenced with Adrina’s only goal being the sandy inlet not far ahead. She was certain something was there, but exactly what she didn’t know.
“I don’t believe it!” shouted Jacob, “Look, there is another group of them ahead of us… Give me the reins back… We can’t outdistance them, we have to think through this logically.”
“No,” shrieked Adrina. She slapped Jacob’s hands away.
The wagon shook and rattled as it raced along the rough trail. Heedless, Adrina urged the horses on until the back end of the wagon was bouncing into the air. Jacob tossed nervous glances behind. It was clear he was more concerned about those that loomed up from behind than those that were ahead of them. The riders behind them were chasing them while, from what Adrina could see of the group ahead, they weren’t moving at all.
“What are they waiting for?”
“I wish I knew,” Jacob said. “Wait a minute, are those Kingdom standards?”
“So what if they are.”
Jacob stared long. “Great-Father, they are! It must be the column. We’re safe, Adrina, we’re safe.”
Those were Jacob’s last words as a mailed hand cuffed him. His head struck the wagon’s deck below Adrina’s feet with a crunch that sent chills up Adrina’s back. Her terror-filled shriek was cut short as she fought off hands that sought to grab the reins from her. Panic gripped her mind. Her screams became wild and shrill. Suddenly, strong hands snatched the reins away from her and the wagon was brought to an abrupt halt.
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