The same strong hands twisted Adrina and wrenched her from the wagon’s seat, throwing her roughly to the ground. Momentarily, everything went black as the wind was knocked out of her. Adrina scrambled backwards on the ground as the angry man swept down upon her. He picked her up again a moment later and began to shake her violently. Adrina’s head bobbed and her teeth rattled. Her thoughts stifled by fright. Even when the man stopped shaking her, still she trembled uncontrollably.
“Treacherous murderer!” shouted the angry voice of the man whose strong hands squeezed into Adrina’s shoulders with increasing vigor.
Frustration and despair lead Adrina to tears, but anger and pain soon took over. She clawed and kicked her captor, raking him across the face.
With one hand the large man roughly pulled back her long hair as she struggled to break free, while his other hand groped for something, Adrina didn’t know what. Then out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glint of something shiny. She swallowed a heart-sized lump in her throat as a short, fine blade was applied to her upturned neck.
“A-dri-na?” came a distant voice.
Upon hearing her name, the terror-filled fog in Adrina’s mind cleared. “Let me go, let me go,” she screamed.
“Adrina?”
Adrina stopped kicking and clawing her captor. She turned. The first face she saw was familiar to her. “Emel!” she cried. She wiped the tears from her face, and reached her hands out to embrace him. Still, she shook uncontrollably. “But you were… that was… you then… Where is my brother? Has he already reached Alderan? Is it too late to stop him?”
The large dark-skinned southerner holding Adrina did not let her go. Instead he returned the blade to her throat. “By the Father, her blood will stain this blade.”
“Hush. Let her go, what are you doing you fool?”
“But they killed Wrennyl!” The Southerner spun Adrina around and stared at her.
Adrina saw fury in his eyes. “It was a mistake, a mistake. We didn’t know who you were and it was an accident that… that… he… fell, an accident.”
Emel snatched Adrina away from the angry man. His free hand went to his sword in its sheath. “I said, back off, back off…”
Menacingly, the large Southerner took a step toward Adrina. His blade poised ready to strike, he spoke, “Lord Valam will surely hear of this… Wrennyl was a good man!”
“I trust he will,” said Emel, “especially since this is the Princess Adrina.”
The man turned pale. “The Princess Adrina?”
“Yes, the Princess Adrina.”
The Southerner began babbling an apology. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. You must forgive me. I didn’t know… I didn’t know, I swear it.”
The man was sniveling and in tears, but Adrina said nothing. Her shoulders ached where he had gripped them and she just now got her shivers under control. She wiped tears from her cheeks, and turned away as the man sank to his knees.
“By Great-Father,” moaned Emel in a low tone, “say something to him please. If they think you took offense, he’ll get lashes. He is a family man. Do you know what that’ll mean to him?”
Adrina just then noticed the press of riders around her. “Lashes?” she asked.
“Say it now, please!”
Adrina turned back to the man. “Rise please, stand true. I accept your apology. Though in the future, I would ask that you treat a lady as a lady should be treated.”
The Southerner stood and straightened his hunched posture. Evident relief passed over his face moments later.
Sadness and relief triggered something in Adrina. She looked around wildly, then started running. “Emel, come quickly!” she called back over her shoulder, “Come quickly, it is Prince William!”
There was a low moaning from behind them now as the two raced away. Uneasily, Father Jacob settled back onto the seat of the wagon, a hand raised to his cheek. Several riders quickly came to his aid and helped him down from the wagon.
Adrina ran across the sand. A single figure lay washed onto the beach, folded into the area where the recent storms had formed a sandy hollow. Wreckage lay scattered on the shore around him.
Adrina ran to him. She knelt in the wet sand beside him, and touched a hand to his cheek. She expected him to greet her with his warm blue eyes, but, to her horror and shock, his skin was cold, cold and stiff with death.
“He is dead,” Adrina said, “we are too late… Alderan? How far are we from Alderan?” She grabbed Emel about the shoulders. “Where is Valam?”
“Our party from Quashan’ circled north around Alderan only a few hours ago. We expected to meet the column on the north side of the city, but we found nothing. His Highness sent our detachment north and another east to find the encampment. His aim was to proceed to the city outpost. Why aren’t you with the column? Did something happen?”
Adrina explained as best she could what happened after Emel had left the column.
Emel swept Adrina up in his arms. Caught up in the reassurance of his touch and the warmth of his embrace, she pressed her lips against his. For a moment, he returned the passion of her kiss, then he stood stiffly and turned away from her.
“No doubt Captain Trendmore is our traitor,” Emel said, “and more likely than not, he ordered the column to turn north at the sea instead of south. I never should have left you… This is all my fault. I didn’t listen to what the lady said and look what has happened.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Em—”
“What about my father’s accident?”
“Emel, I don’t think you could’ve stopped it even if you had been there. Now is not the time to dwell on the could have beens.”
“Indeed,” said a voice from behind Adrina. Startled, she turned to see a strange small man and a boy. They were seated in the shaded part of the rocks behind her, and she had not seen either before.
Emel immediately drew his blade and stepped between Adrina and the stranger. “Proceed with caution, friend, I’d just as soon run you through as not. What are you doing here?”
“Same as you,” said the strange short man as he stood. “We were drawn here.”
“Stay where you are,” warned Emel.
The stranger took a step toward Emel. His hands were raised, and it seemed to Adrina he was unarmed. “Here is where the paths cross. The many become one for a short time,” so saying, the man reached out his hand to Emel.
Emel lunged forward, his blade arched high, then it plunged deep into the man’s side. Adrina’s scream came too late.
Chapter Seven:
Alderan
Vilmos stepped protectively across Xith’s prone form and waited for the assailant to make his next move. He was angry and magic raged unchecked through him.
“We are friends, not enemies,” Vilmos said. “I don’t want to have to kill you.”
The man raised his sword defensively. Vilmos felt himself losing control of the magic.
“Put away your weapon,” Vilmos said. “Please.”
“Emel!” yelled the man’s companion.
“Stay out of this, Adrina. I will let no one harm you.” Emel turned back to Vilmos. “Tell your companion to get up none too quickly. Or I’ll run him through again.”
“Trust is a two-way path. Put away your weapon,” said Xith, using the Voice to calm. Then he grabbed Vilmos’ hand and said, “Control! Remember that anger and that hatred for another time…”
Xith gasped for breath. “The stones… in my bag, you’ll find… a sack with five stones, bring… it to me…”
Vilmos brought the small bag of stones, but never looked away from the one who had attacked Xith.
“You are… swift… with a blade,” Xith said through gasps, “we may soon… have need… of your skills.”
Voices called out from the road now, “Emel, are you all right? We heard shouting?… Emel, do you need help?”
“Answer them. Tell them you are fine. Tell them you will be along presently…
“
We are fine,” Emel shouted. “We will be along presently.”
“There isn’t much time. Gather round, gather round. You too, young princess—” Xith winced from pain. “—Vilmos, the stones.”
“Are you dying?” Vilmos asked with the utmost seriousness.
“Your apprenticeship is hardly at an end. He barely grazed my side.” Vilmos looked down at the shaman’s saturated robe. “Even small wounds bleed and the pain is not in my side, it is in my head. Our friend there has had quite a trial. I shouldn’t have attempted to connect to his mind without blocking the flow of feelings. Never have I been so overwhelmed by anything…”
Xith winced again. “But I needed to find out what he knew. Just as I needed to know about you, Princess Adrina.”
“Then you heard everything we said before?” Adrina asked.
Vilmos turned to regard the young woman. Before his thoughts had been on other things, he hadn’t really noticed her until now. Momentarily, he was caught up in her great brown eyes.
“Seated there in the shadows, it was hard not to. Do not worry, your secrets are safe with me. As I said, and as my companion, Vilmos, said, we are friends. We were drawn to this place for a reason. Each of us has a part in changing the many paths, for here the paths converge.”
“How do we know we can trust you?” Emel asked.
Adrina asked, “And what of Prince William? Is that him?”
“Emel Brodstson, even the lady of the night knew the way of your heart.”
Emel’s face flushed red.
“And no,” Xith said turning to Adrina, “that is not Prince William… If I probed correctly, our friend’s name is Seth. He traveled here across the West Deep from a place called East Reach… They were ambushed and only a few survived. In the end, only two.
“The rest of his memory was rather disjointed, but as the other there is human and he isn’t, I can only assume that some sort of struggle took place on this very beach, and here he lost his only other companion. We will know more when he regains consciousness, but for now we have more important things to concern ourselves with.”
“What do you mean, not human?” Emel exclaimed.
Adrina put her hand on Emel’s shoulder, but he brushed it away. Xith said nothing. He only stared.
“By the Father, it is you!” called out a voice from behind them. Vilmos turned to see an aged man dressed in a dirty black robe. One side of the man’s face was swollen and bruised. “How long has it been, ten… no twelve years.” The man’s expression became sullen. “Returned from under-mountain just as you said. I didn’t want to believe it when I heard it yesterday morning.”
Xith regarded the elder for a moment, then said, “You, Jacob, do not look well, and I’d heard you were now King’s First Minister… And it is nearly thirteen.”
Jacob said, “I should have known I’d find you at the heart of all this.”
Xith smiled now, apparently at the other’s expense. “I am merely one of the fools on the board. I hope I know my part and move accordingly.”
“Father Jacob, you know him?” asked Adrina.
“Of course I know the…” Xith put a silencing hand to his lips and Jacob spoke no more.
“Do you wish to inquire about my lineage now?” asked Xith of Emel who still had his sword drawn, “Or do you wish to know of the fall of Alderan?”
Princess Adrina’s eyes went wide. She turned to Emel and glared at him. “Fall?” she asked.
Father Jacob waved Emel’s weapon away. Emel sheathed the sword then said, “All is well in Alderan.”
“All appears well in Alderan, because that is what was meant. Do we argue now, or do we ride for Alderan?”
“We ride.”
“Yes, we ride!”
“To Alderan,” whispered Adrina.
Emel gathered his men. They made haste to Alderan and didn’t stop until they were in the forested hills to the east of city. Father Jacob sat beside Xith, “Yes, we will listen,” he said.
Vilmos, Emel and Adrina sat likewise. They formed a loose circle around the shaman.
Xith cleared his throat, turned his eyes around the circle, then said, “The Alliance of Kingdoms is all but broken. King Jarom has been flooding the upper southlands with men loyal to his cause for many months. And where he doesn’t have soldiers, he has spies. His spies are everywhere and his reach is long…”
Father Jacob and Adrina nodded fast agreement.
Xith continued. “In all but name, Jarom is the absolute ruler of the four kingdoms of the south. Only King Charles was brave enough to oppose him, and while this was true up until a few short weeks ago, it is no longer true. The Kingdom of Sever is now without king and its heir, its heir—”
Adrina interrupted, “What of my brother?”
“King Jarom expected King Andrew to answer King Charles’ call for aid and for the safekeeping of Charles’ son, Prince William. He may be quite surprised to find only a prince, but then again, Prince Valam’s death—” Adrina’s face flushed white. She began to tremble and Xith expected her to say something or to burst into tears, but she didn’t. “—will allow him to usurp all lands south of the Trollbridge, all the lands of the South. Already troops march on Quashan’. With the city’s commander gone and the garrison sent north, the city will easily fall.”
“I was just in Quashan’,” Emel said. “The whole of the garrison was in company.”
Xith turned frank eyes on the untrusting young guardsman. “If King Jarom can pay off a Chief-Captain of Imtal Garrison right under the king’s nose, surely he can likewise persuade a Quashan’ garrison commander, or one of his captain’s, or even one of his under-captains to relay an incorrect order.”
“But what can we do?” asked Father Jacob. “A great force must have laid siege to Alderan. We have no more than forty riders.”
“Fifty six,” Emel said.
Princess Adrina’s downtrodden expression turned upward briefly.
“I suspect Alderan was taken without a fight from the inside,” Xith said. “For all we know, they marched straight into the city under Kingdom standards and the citizens greeted them openly.”
Xith took a long swig from a water bag. His throat was dry and overworked. The ride to Alderan had gone smoothly, but not quietly. “Once Prince Valam is dealt with, the forces in the city will turn their sights on joining the march on Quashan’. This is what we must count on…”
Xith joined Father Jacob deeper in the midst of the trees and there the two spoke in hushed tones. When Xith returned, he asked Emel, “Are your men ready?”
Emel nodded. They had been waiting in the trees for hours, of course they were ready—more than ready.
Adrina scratched absently at the mosquito bites on her arms, hands and face. The City of Alderan seemed deceptively quiet. Emel’s closeness to her was reassuring, but she was still ill at ease. She glanced to the strange wise man that had told her to stop calling him Watcher. “My name is Xith,” he had told her.
The conversations with Xith had left Adrina filled with dread. Especially his seemingly casualness about that fact that Prince Valam would most probably be dead when and if they found him. Adrina hadn’t burst into tears then, though it had taken considerable effort not to. Now she could only remember fond thoughts of her only brother—big as a bear and with a heart twice any normal man’s. It was in Valam’s shadow that she used to walk the streets of Imtal and his dreams of seeing all of the world that filled her young mind with thoughts of fantastic adventures.
“Are you all right?” whispered Emel in Adrina’s ear.
Adrina nodded.
“Good. You and Father Jacob will wait here until we return. If we’re not back by sunup, leave. Make progress north as fast as you—-”
Adrina cut Emel off with a hiss. “I’ll not stay here and worry through the night. Where you go, I go. Remember the words of the lady?”
“Only death awaits in Alderan,” returned Emel.
Adrina glared at him. “You ex
pect me to turn away when every hand counts? I am as good with a blade as you are, perhaps better.”
“Besting me on the practice field is not the same thing, Adrina,” Emel said coldly.
Xith returned. “Keep your voices to a whisper,” he said.
Adrina started to speak. Xith raised a silencing hand. He wavered his gaze, his eyes shining as he stared out into the darkening land. “Everyone back and stay down,” he said, “not a sound anyone…”
Soon figures carrying shielded lanterns appeared from the dark shroud. Behind them came horses and riders. Behind the riders, heavily laden wagons. Behind the wagons, more horses, more men. From her vantage point, Adrina began counting them as they passed. She stopped as the numbers swelled to over two hundred.
Adrina found it unsettling that she heard only the occasional squeaking of wagon wheels to mark the group’s passage. Riders were leading their mounts whose hooves were apparently padded. The weapons and armor of the soldiers she saw were also apparently padded, for as they passed, the normal clink-clink of metal scraping metal was absent. The group was traveling southeast, southeast to Quashan’ just as Xith had said they would.
The southeastward passage continued for more than an hour, and then for an hour afterward, nothing. No shielded lights pierced the darkness and no sounds pierced the uncanny silence.
Out of the corner of her eye, Adrina saw Xith raise his hand and suddenly the press of bodies around her was absent. The small band of Kingdom ridesmen were suddenly sweeping toward Alderan City. Split into three tiny groups, they would strike the city from the north, east and south. The intent was to make the enemy remaining in the city think they were under attack by a large force. Adrina didn’t know exactly what Xith hoped to accomplish by this, for surely the defenders would discover very quickly that only a few dozen men were carrying out the attack.
Adrina felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, surprised to find it was Emel. She stared at him in momentary disbelief. “You didn’t go with the others?”
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