And now it’s my turn.
Yes, child. Say farewell to Fynch. It is his time.
Ham ran in a daze back to where Fynch was breathing so shallowly that Ham couldn’t be sure he was breathing at all. His father opened his pale eyes to his son once more.
‘I have loved you boys with all my being. Each of you has made me proud, but none more than you, Hamelyn. Now you will kiss me and wish me Shar’s speed. I go willingly and with a pure heart.’
Hamelyn did not reach to wipe away the tears but bent low to kiss his father for the first and last time. ‘I love you, father.’
Fynch died with a soft smile and a gentle sigh.
It was only then that Ham became aware of the rustling and shuffling; he was astonished to see a crowd of forest creatures gathered around him. He wasn’t sure whether they were paying homage to Fynch or to him, but each had bowed its head.
Bring beloved Fynch to me, Ham heard the dragon say.
Together with the wolf pack, Ham carried Fynch’s feather-light corpse to the dragon and placed him on the great clawed foot. His father looked tiny, and although Ham knew he shouldn’t be shocked, he gasped when the King of the Beasts lowered his enormous head and swallowed Fynch of the Wild.
Now we are truly one, he said, softly. Come, Keeper, ride and let me show you the Wild, your new home.
Ham glanced at Sylvan. I will see you, my wolf, from time to time.
I will be waiting, my king, she said.
From the dragon’s foot, he raised a hand to Romaine.
Be safe, Hamelyn, she murmured and then the animals bowed their heads once again as the great winged serpent lifted itself from the ground, beating powerful wings.
The horse ride had taken just a few hours. He’d found Orkyld without a problem, had left his horse with the stables, and was now making his way to a brothel, where he was assured a beautiful whore called Vivienne worked. As he approached through the small alley Gabe felt the link slice open in his mind.
Ham? You already?
Are you in Orkyld?
Yes. Just arriving at Vivienne’s. Where are you?
Look up.
What?
Look up.
Gabe did and blinked. He laughed over the link. If I didn’t know better I’d say I could see a dragon.
And if I didn’t know better I’d call you a liar, Ham replied and Gabe heard a joyous whoop of childish laughter. He frowned. Looking up he saw nothing but cloud. Had he imagined it?
‘Look where you’re going!’ someone snapped.
‘Oops, pardon me,’ he said to the offended passer-by whose toes he’d trodden on.
The vision had brightened him, banishing the memory of how he had screamed in despair in the cathedral at the foot of the dragon pillar when he knew he had to let Cassien go. That had been part of his dream — the man in agony in the cathedral nave; he had been seeing himself.
He looked at the doorway. He’d never been to a brothel, not even in his wayward youth. The timber-framed, slightly ramshackle house was how he’d imagined an old French brothel should look. He took a breath and pulled on the cord, hearing a bell ring distantly on the other side of the door. Gabe waited what he felt was an inordinately long time and was about to pull the cord again when the door opened and he was met by an older woman, who filled the doorway without a crack to spare. Her white hair was neatly groomed into a high bun with a jewelled clasp and her plump fingers dazzled him with their gold and sparkling stones.
‘Greetings, I’m Mistress Pertwee,’ she said, eyes sparkling. ‘I want to ask you if you’re in the right place. A strapping and handsome man like you should have no trouble finding a woman without having to pay for the pleasure,’ she said, looking him up and down.
‘Er, I’m here to see Vivienne.’
‘Vivienne? Of course, oh Shar save me, you’re the fellow she keeps hoping would come back for her.’
‘No, I …’
‘We met, remember?’ she said, holding out her hand, which he took, not wanting to give offence. ‘Cassien! That’s right.’ She managed to somehow swivel her bulk in the doorway. ‘Elkie! Go fetch Vivienne. Quickly, girl!’
She turned back. ‘Come in, come in.’
He followed, wondering if it was worth trying to explain.
Beautiful girls crowded around him — at least eight of them. They touched his clothes and oohed and ahhed at his fine skin, his hair shot through at the temples with silver, his beautiful dark eyes. He squirmed and smiled, made excuses for not wishing to touch the products on sale or sample the wares for a special price.
Still wriggling out of a particularly determined set of hands that clutched his, he caught sight of a tall, voluptuous woman with strawberry-coloured hair and skin that made him think of ripe peaches in a summer orchard. She looked flushed and confused.
‘Cassien …’ She shook her head, her bright and lovely smile faltering. ‘No, forgive me. I … I am mistaken, sir.’ He could see she was breathing deeply as if her heart were pounding.
He smiled crookedly, stepped forward. ‘Vivienne?’
She nodded, her expression suggesting he’d just dashed her hopes.
‘The apology is mine,’ he began.
A tear escaped. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry,’ she said, quickly reaching for a linen and dabbing at her eyes. ‘I’ve been expecting … er, well, hoping to see someone. He …’ She trailed off to a silent shrug. ‘You remind me of him.’
‘Cassien?’
Her mouth opened in surprise. ‘Yes,’ she said, shocked.
‘Vivienne …’ he looked around and realised he could hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone was hanging on his next words. He was determined. ‘Vivienne,’ he began again. ‘I am Gabriel. Brother to Cassien …’
She searched his face and knew. ‘Cassien is not coming, is he?’
He shook his head slightly and the other girls gave a sigh of regret for their friend. Mistress Pertwee shooed them from the room. ‘You need to be alone, I suspect,’ she said. Then whispered to Gabriel, ‘You can buy Vivienne tonight if you need. I’ll do you a good rate.’
He looked at the woman, startled, but didn’t answer and she mercifully continued on out of the door. Gabe returned his gaze to Vivienne. Ham was right. He could easily fall for this woman on sight.
‘He’s dead?’ she said, her intuition serving her well.
He didn’t know how to explain that Cassien’s spirit had been separated from his body and was lost. It was easier just to think of him as dead. ‘Yes. His last words to me were that I should find you.’
It impressed him that she didn’t shriek or dissolve into sobs. Her tears were silent and calm. ‘Thank you for coming. It is alarming how alike you both look. I’m sorry if I have upset you.’
‘You haven’t. I’ve travelled a long way and I’m very glad that I could meet you.’
She straightened at the news of his journey. ‘He left me plenty of money and a small heart-shaped wreath. I don’t have to live like this — but I hoped he might return for me. Where are you staying?’
‘I came directly here. I’ve never been to Orkyld before. I’ve not been to Morgravia since I was born.’ She frowned. ‘Cassien and I have only recently been reunited. We were separated when he was an infant.’
Her face fell. ‘That’s sad. I’m glad you found one another.’
He nodded. ‘I think you know our youngest brother too. His name is Hamelyn.’
‘Ham?’ she said giving a moue of shock. ‘Shar’s breath! You are full of surprises.’
He shrugged. ‘I’m sorry. They both send their love. I wish Cassien could have delivered it in person, but I hope I’ll do.’
Maybe it was his choice of words, or maybe it was just her private grief, but Vivienne’s expression softened as she regarded him. ‘Yes, I think you’ll do,’ she said, almost in a whisper. ‘You can stay here if you wish.’
He hesitated. ‘Ham said if I met you I would never want to leave Orkyld.’
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p; She found a shy smile. ‘What do you do?’
‘I’m hoping to be a scrivener at the cathedral in Pearlis. But for now, I am simply a traveller, looking to belong, and hoping my journey will help me come to terms with my recent losses.’
Vivienne stepped forward and he smelled perfume like freshly mown grass envelop him. She took his hand. ‘Come, Gabriel. Let’s help soothe each other’s sorrows.’
Acknowledgments
For a decade now I’ve maintained it was unlikely I would return to a previous landscape. However, when the opportunity arose to write a single-volume fantasy, I knew page-space to build an imaginary world would be limited, so it was a happy homecoming to the familiar realm of The Quickening. I hope you enjoy your return to Morgravia as much as I have.
My thanks to Voyager around the world for allowing me to go back and play in the land I have held a soft spot for, and especially to my editor, Stephanie Smith, who went along with the curious idea to set a story in the contemporary, real city of Paris and the imaginary, medieval capital of Pearlis. Special thanks too to Anne Reilly and Deonie Fiford for wrestling the manuscript through its various phases. I have to thank Darren Holt for his gorgeous artwork and the hardworking HarperCollins sales team that is relentless and upbeat in its efforts to preserve sellers of fantasy books in the ‘high street’. My gratitude is extended to booksellers around the world — now more than ever — as the complexion of our industry changes. Thank you for recommending my stories and for your determination to keep the traditional book moving through welcoming hands.
To family and friends who are always so supportive — thanks for being there, especially you Mum and Dad. Draft readers — Pip Klimentou, Judy Bastian, Steve Hubbard, Nigelle-Ann Blaser … thanks for having my back. Walking buddy, Marianne D’Arrigo … thanks for all the weekend kilometres that helped to clear my mind for storytelling. Baking has been a quiet escape from work but became a passion during the writing of The Scrivener’s Tale and I must thank my baking muse, Belinda Jeffery for her recipe books and her wonderful friendship this past year.
Ian … first reader, harsh critic, best friend … love always.
Will and Jack, forever crazy about you two … xx
BOOKS BY FIONA McINTOSH
TRINITY
Betrayal (1)
Revenge (2)
Destiny (3)
THE QUICKENING
Myrren’s Gift (1)
Blood and Memory (2)
Bridge of Souls (3)
PERCHERON
Odalisque (1)
Emissary (2)
Goddess (3)
VALISAR
Royal Exile (1)
Tyrant’s Blood (2)
King’s Wrath (3)
The Whisperer
About the Author
Fiona McIntosh left the UK at 20 to travel, discovered Australia and fell in love with it. She has since explored the world working in the travel industry but now writes novels full-time and roams the globe for her stories. She lives with her husband and twin sons in Adelaide.
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