Sword and Illusion

by Nancy S. Brandt

  Sword and Illusion

  by Nancy S. and Steven R. Brandt

  Published by Astraea Press

  www.astraeapress.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

  SWORD AND ILLUSION

  Copyright © 2012 NANCY S. AND STEVEN R. BRANDT

  ISBN 978-1-62135-056-9

  Cover Art Designed by For the Muse Designs

  Sword & Illusion is dedicated to Juliette and Noah who have learned to live with Mom and Daddy turning every family outing, no matter how routine, into a Hero's Journey filled with endless discussions of fantasy worlds and story structure.

  Chapter One

  The bedchamber on the top floor of the mountain hermitage was dark, and he was overwhelmed by the heavy odors of incense and lemon weed. Several monks of the Tinaldor Order, charged with caring for the dying and unwanted, hovered around the opulent bed, praying and waving smoldering sticks over the woman lying there.

  Prince Varian, ruler of Tellan, entered the room and stared at the thin, weak figure.

  His illusory disguise slipped a little when he recognized the face of Princess Violetta Eugenia Francine. As grief and regret dumbfounded him, the minimal concentration required for the spell was disrupted. Fortunately, the monks attending her were not looking in his direction when it happened.

  As far as they knew, he was Emory, Duke of Wellsbury, an elderly relative of Violetta's from Andarnnon.

  He grabbed the doorframe to steady the trembling that shook him. The urge to turn and leave this place was strong, but he had to talk to her, had to find out why she'd left him, why she'd stayed away and let him think she'd died.

  Memories of seeing another wife, and an infant son, lying dead in their bed were still fresh in his mind. His heart ached to escape, but Varian wanted to be as strong as possible to hear whatever she had to say.

  He took a deep breath and pulled himself together.

  "I am gratified you came, Your Grace," Violetta said in a weak, breathy voice as he walked farther into the room. "There is much we need to discuss before I go to my final judgment." She attempted to sit up straighter in her bed but collapsed back onto the pillows, coughing.

  The Prince looked around the room as the Monk Attendants ministered to her.

  Leave it to Violetta to hide in the only hermitage in the Known Worlds that considered sitting a form of vanity and refused to have chairs even for visitors.

  He watched one of the monks offer her a drink while another one wiped sweat from her forehead.

  She'd been so beautiful on the day the Dragon of Tellan, Silverbeacon, had marked her, signifying she was worthy to thwart the Curse. Varian had stood on the platform as she walked up to him, silently thanking the Holy One for His mercy in giving him such a beautiful bride.

  "I'm sorry you have to see me in this condition," Violetta said when the monks stepped out of the room, "but I fear I have little time to say what must be said."

  "Don't talk about dying," he said. "You're still a young woman, still one of the most stunning women I've ever known."

  "And you're still a gracious man." She shook her head. "I'm dying. The monks and their healers have done all they can. I'm ready to go. I just need to make things right between us."

  He waited, wondering what she would say that would change anything.

  "I'm asking for your forgiveness, Your Majesty." She wheezed into her handkerchief.

  "Don't call me that. You're not my subject." He shook his head. "I forgive you. It was more than sixteen years ago. We were both too young to marry, even if the Dragon decreed it. We should have waited, gotten to know each other better."

  "You don't understand." Violetta began coughing again. "I am not asking for your forgiveness for leaving you," she said after a few moments. "I did what I had to do. I couldn't live with all the magic."

  "But you knew Tellan was a world of wizards before we married." Why was she bringing up this old argument now?

  "I tried to do my duty, both to my family and to you. You were so kind, and I began to see that maybe my fears were just irrational superstitions."

  When Violetta smiled, regardless of the years that had passed, Varian could see a hint of the girl he'd taken into his home and, eventually, his bed.

  "I thought that your promise to use magic less was a workable compromise. I thought that we could bring peace to our lands." She closed her eyes. "It is an illusion. All of it."

  Varian held himself very still, wondering at her word choice and hoping his suspicions were wrong. "What is an illusion?"

  "All of it." She coughed again. Varian hurried to a small table where a pitcher of water and some cups sat.

  "I know the truth of Tellan," she said, “and all these years, I've kept your secret."

  "What secret?"

  Violetta sank deeper into her cushions. "It happened close to our first anniversary. I was beginning to feel happy on Tellan. I hadn't seen the insidious magic use I had come to fear. The world was beautiful, and you had been so attentive. Life seemed wonderful."

  Shaking her head, she looked at her clasped hands. "One day, I took a ride on the horse you'd given me. Ruby Moonbeam. Do you remember?"

  The Prince nodded. "I named her that because your hair reminded me of red precious jewels touched by moonlight."

  "No one else could speak poetry like you did."

  "What happened that day?"

  "I rode out with my maid. We wanted to go to the textile quarter of Rasoul to buy new silk for gowns." A wistful smile crossed her face. "I loved to shop. I'd never ridden that far away from the palace without you. I felt completely safe. Soon, though, we were lost."

  Varian tightened his grip on the corner post of the bed.

  "I saw a beautiful cottage that sat beside the opening to a cave," she continued.

  "Did you go inside?"

  "I did. The entrance was surrounded by flowers, and I saw a table with food and drink just inside. I thought it was just part of the paradise that Tellan was."

  Varian gripped the post so hard his fingers ached, but if he let go, he would collapse.

  "And?"

  "I heard snoring and became curious, so I investigated. The path led underground to a chamber where…" Her voice trailed off.

  Varian didn't have to question her further. He knew exactly what she'd seen, but it was unlikely she could understand the implications of her discovery.

  "You saw a giant, sleeping."

  "I didn't understand, and I ran back out of the cave. I wanted to find you and ask about this." She wiped a tear that had started down her cheek.

  He knelt next to her. "Why didn't you? I could have calmed your fears." He didn't know what he would have said about these things so many years ago, but surely, he could have kept her from running away.

  "As I rode in the direction I thought led back to the palace, I saw a tower." She wiped away a tear. "I saw your horse, Obsidian Twilight, tied up outside. I thought I could go inside and talk to you and you'd help."

  "And?"

  "I wish I hadn't. I wanted to talk to you, but you were talking to some wizards…” Her voice trailed off.

  He held himself still, unable to speak.

  "They were strange men, unlike anyone else I'd seen o
n your world. From the conversation I overheard, I realized that somehow they, with the help of that giant, kept Tellan from returning to the barren world our ancestors believed it to be."

  She looked up at him. "It was then that I knew the truth. Your whole world is an illusion, held together with the deep magic of the Dreaming Giants."

  Varian stared at the ceiling. "It's not as bad as you're making it sound. If only you'd talked to me…"

  "Did she leave before talking to you about it, too?"

  The strength and acid in Violetta's voice shocked him. He stared at her. "Who?"

  "The second wife. I know the Dragon selected a wife for you after you declared me dead. I also know you aren't wearing your hair long and pulled back like married wizards are required to do."

  "She didn't leave me." Varian’s head began to ache. He ran his hand through his short hair automatically. "Elizabeth Louise wasn't afraid of magic."

  Violetta stared at him, and Varian waited for her to start coughing again. However, talking about Varian's second wife seemed to make her stronger. He wondered if she was jealous or angry that after thirteen years of fruitlessly searching for her, he'd finally moved on with his life.

  "Who was she?"

  "It doesn't matter, Violetta. She died, five months ago, along with my son. They succumbed to the red cough."

  She gasped. "I'm sorry for your loss, Varian."

  Neither of them spoke for several moments.

  "I wish you'd stayed with me."

  "Do you?" She smiled at him. "Did you really love me?"

  He sighed. "Maybe. I don't know about love, but we could have made our marriage work."

  He took her hand. "Why didn't you talk to me? We could have worked through it."

  "It wasn't that simple." She paused, shaking her head. "I was so young and bitter. I wanted to trust you, but you lied about the whole world."

  "How could I know that you wouldn't run to your father and brother?" he asked. "If they knew the secrets, they could destroy Tellan."

  "I keep your secrets even now."

  Varian stood. "I'm glad."

  "There is more. You must hear the rest, especially now that my father is dead, and my brother has taken the Throne of Andarnnon. He wants Tellan, you know."

  "That is not a secret, Violetta. I fear Rillaur may now have a chance at his prize after all." The Dragon Moon would return in half a year, and there was no heir. Varian knew he should be on his world, preparing his people.

  "Yes, and for that I am also sorry, but you should know there may be a chance to thwart the Curse for another generation."

  "How?" he asked. "Even if I had a wife, a child could not be born in such a short period of time."

  She took a deep breath and pulled her eyes away from his. "You had a daughter, an heir."

  Varian stared at her. "A daughter?" He shook his head. "Perhaps your medication has clouded your mind. We had no child."

  Violetta took a long breath. "About eight months after we got married I discovered I was with child. I thought this would be the thing that truly made us a happy family. I was going to tell you at a special dinner, then I discovered your secret.

  "At first, I couldn't decide whether to stay or leave. I couldn't bear the idea of living in a place where even the air I breathed was dependent on magic, but I thought I should stay with you because of the child. I was confused and took to staying in my rooms for days at a time."

  Varian nodded. "I remember that." The memories weren't pleasant; it had been a frustrating time for him.

  "The child used her magic to enter my dreams." She shuddered. "I felt violated. I had not anticipated anything like that. I thought that even if she had magic it would be years before we knew for sure, and by then, surely I would love her enough to overlook it."

  Varian nodded and rubbed this side of his neck. "It was the dream magic."

  The two of them were silent for a moment, each lost in his or her own thoughts.

  He opened his eyes. "What happened to her? Where is she?"

  "Please forgive me. I placed her on a large stone in a stream in Southern Lireek. I left her there."

  "To die?" Varian's knees threatened to buckle under him. He could not believe what he was hearing.

  "Before she was born, I thought I would kill her myself. Maybe I'd jump from a cliff and end both our lives." Violetta’s voice broke. She clutched the bedclothes to her chest and choked back several sobs.

  The room spun as Varian struggled to draw a breath. He sat down hard on the edge of her bed and dropped his head in his hands.

  "Please try to understand," she pleaded. "I spent my days in terror and anguish, but when she was born…" She shook her head. "She was so beautiful and so small, I couldn't do it. I believed that leaving her on the rock wasn't really killing her…"

  "No, it was letting the weather or wild animals kill her. Maybe even starvation." Varian looked at her, anger building within him.

  "No." A coughing fit overtook her. When she had gathered her strength again, she said, "It wasn't like you think. I did not kill her, I gave her a chance. I trusted her to the will of the Holy One."

  "No." He clenched his fists. "Don't bring the Holy One into this. You weren't thinking of anything but your own stupid superstitions. There's no way to deny it. You condemned an innocent baby to a horrible death for your own convenience." He clenched and unclenched his fists. "You never gave me the chance to know my own child."

  His ferocity surprised even him, but the grief for his son Cyprian and his second wife was still fresh. Violetta's news ripped at his already bruised heart.

  "Varian, I regret all my past actions. I wanted you to come here to beg your forgiveness." She looked into his eyes. "Surely, you must have things you regret about our marriage."

  "I did not kill our child." Varian’s voice cracked. He hadn't realized how strong his emotions had become.

  "I feared that she would kill me," Violetta said. "I never imagined such terrifying magic. Please, forgive me." Tears ran down her face.

  "Forgive you? Because of your selfishness, I've lost my daughter. Not only that, but Tellan will suffer from the Dragon's Curse. Should I ask my people to forgive you too? I don't think so." A racking sob rose up in his throat. "I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive you."

  He couldn't go on, so he abruptly turned away and headed for the door. He closed it behind him and put his head in his hands.

  Violetta's sobs came through the door, but he could not bring himself to give her forgiveness or comfort. Not with a heart full of shadows.

  ****

  Anthelme, Prince Varian’s valet, approached his master, who sat at a table outside a café in Onnuliett, one of the Portal Cities on World Coragon, just a day's ride from the citadel where the Monks of Tinaldor cared for the sick.

  "The Portal Master says we can't get to Arma for at least another day," the valet said.

  Varian stared at the Portal gate. He'd come here right from Violetta's bedside, wanting to get away from this place as soon as possible.

  However, the soonest he could leave would be sometime the next day. Several large groups, including people and animals, waited for the master to let them through.

  "What is so squid-bleeding important that all these people and their vermin have to leave Coragon at the same time?"

  Anthelme took a deep breath and brushed his long, light brown hair out of his eyes. "The Portal Master says there are two royal weddings on World Erlantz this moon cycle, and apparently they require families to arrive ten days beforehand with their entire households, including cattle. Also, two villages in the southern parts of Coragon were flooded out, and the refugees are fleeing to World Sefilo until their homes can be rebuilt."

  "This is just wonderful." The Prince drank his whole tankard of ale in one gulp. "What am I supposed to do now?"

  Anthelme sat down across the table from him, his tall, slight frame dropping easily in the chair. "I would suggest that you could just be pa
tient, but that doesn't seem to be your plan."

  "Patient?" Varian said, turning his attention from the mass of living things waiting at the Portal to his friend. "What benefit does being patient get me?"

  The serving girl arrived with more ale. Anthelme pulled a few coins out of the pouch hanging from his belt and held them out to her.

  When she reached for them, he captured her hand in his.

  "Thank you so much for the drinks," he said, smiling. "My friend and I have had a bad day, and your lovely face makes it better."