He turned and ran for the stables.
He knew he was too late as soon as he entered. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils, and he saw both Calum and Selene laying next to each other on the hay, their bodies still smoldering.
"I thought I recognized you," Roque said. The Mediator was kneeling in front of the bodies, a tear of blood trailing from his eye. "But I didn't believe it could be so."
"You're Cursed?" Silas started backing towards the door, but it swung closed.
"You can't leave, I'm afraid." Roque got to his feet, and took a cloth from his pocket, using it to wipe his face. "Especially now that you know my secret. Of course, you already knew my secret once. You just don't remember."
Silas stared at Roque's face, trying to place it. "You know who I am? I mean, who I really am?"
Roque nodded, his expression pained. "I do. We've known one another for a long time. We were even friends, once." He knelt down again, putting his hand to the hay. "I'm sorry, my friend. All these years I thought you were dead. You should have stayed that way." His hand began to glow, and the hay began to burn.
Silas raised his sword in front of him. "You're going to kill me?"
The Mediator got back up and walked to the front door of the stable. "I'm truly sorry," he said again. He stepped out of the door and pushed it closed.
The fire began to spread along the hay on the ground, finding its way over to the wooden beams supporting the structure within seconds. Silas ran back to the alley door and pulled, trying to force it open. It didn't budge. He ran to the front door and slammed into it, trying to make it open, but it too was being held.
He took his shirt and held it up to his mouth so he could breathe, and looked around for a way to get out, not finding one. The horses in the stable started to stomp and whine, beginning to worry about their own safety.
"Mamma?"
The voice was little more than a cracked whisper, but Silas heard it. He ran over to to where Calum and Selene lay, only inches from the fire. The heat of it threatened to burn him alive, but if the boy wasn't dead he would do what he could for him.
"Calum?" Silas kneeled down next to him. His eyes were open, but his breathing was shallow.
"Mamma?" There was panic there, worry for his mother, more so than for himself.
"Calum, listen to me," Silas said. He coughed on the smoke and ducked low to get to clearer air. He could feel the heat of the flames getting more intense, and he knew he didn't have much time. "She's dead, Calum. They killed her."
The boy looked directly at Silas, all of the fear draining away from him. "His man in the robes. He was Cursed. I'm going to die."
Silas took Calum's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry, Calum. I wish that I could help you. But you can help me. I'm trapped in here. I'm going to die too, if I don't get out."
"Save you?"
"Yes, Calum. I saw you throw the Constable. Can you throw the door open?"
Closer to the front door, one of the beams collapsed, taking a portion of the roof with it and leaving precious little space outside of their's left to burn.
"If you help me get out of here, I promise you I'll avenge you and your mother. I'll stop him from hurting any more mothers and children. Please, Calum."
The boy coughed, choking on the smoke, and then tried to push himself to a sitting position. Silas pulled on his hand, helping him up.
The front doorway was blocked by the collapsed part of the stable, and the rear door was on fire. Calum turned towards the back wall. There were pens there, with horses stomping and kicking and trying to get out. He held his arm out towards them, and one of the horses was driven back with such force that it crashed through the wood of the barn, creating a hole more than big enough for Silas to get through. As soon as it was done, he began coughing again, and fell to the ground.
Silas marveled at the display for just an instant. He knew only that Cursed were to be taken to him or killed, not that they had such power. Although Roque had suggested he had once known more.
He put his hand to the boy's face, cupping it tenderly. "Thank you, Calum. I will keep my promise."
Then he got back to his feet, hunched over with his shirt in his mouth, and made a run for the opening. Fire licked at his legs as he stumbled over it, but they didn't catch the flame. He nearly fell out of the hole the horse had made, and he could have laughed when he found the surprised mount hadn't bolted. As he pulled himself up onto the mare, he heard Calum shout.
"Remember."
Chapter 10
The first day on her own was the hardest for Eryn. After leaving the clearing where she had buried her brother, she headed back towards Watertown in search of the stream they had crossed. Her throat was so dry she thought it might crack and bleed, and her head pounded with exhaustion.
Every step was a challenge, and she was terrified that there were more of his soldiers nearby, stalking the woods in search of them, waiting to shoot her with an arrow or stab her with their swords. Every step she fought to be brave, and she tried not to think about her mother and father. She tried not to think about Roddin.
"They're resting in the arms of Amman now," she told herself.
She nearly cried when she heard the clinking of the water running over the river stones, and she forgot her need to be cautious. She ran to the stream and kneeled down, leaning over the water and scooping it up into her mouth. It was cold and refreshing; the best water she had ever tasted in her life.
She drank her fill, wishing she had a bladder or a bottle. Then she stood up, wiped her mouth, and tried to decide what to do next. She had been so intent on finding the water, she realized she had no plan after that. All she knew was that she needed to get away from Watertown, and out of the Whistling Woods.
She considered the stream, and looked up to find the sun. She knew it rose to the east and set to the west, and she knew that her house faced the forest, and the sun never rose or set in the front of her house. The sun was rising in the same direction the stream was flowing. As long as she followed it west, she should be moving away from her village. But towards what?
She didn't know, and she wasn't going to find out by standing there. At least if she stayed with the stream she would have access to fresh water, and she was sure there would be berry bushes along the way. If only she had listened to Roddin more closely when he had tried to tell her what he was learning from Master Lewyn.
Eryn started walking. At first she concentrated on every step, watching where she put her feet, trying to make sure she didn't land on any branches or make any noise, or leave marks in the ground that his soldiers could follow. It was tiring though, and slow, and she wanted to be out of the forest and away from Watertown as fast as possible. She wanted to get somewhere, anywhere that wasn't where she was, because all she could think about was her family, and how alone she was, and that she was getting hungry. Besides, the soldiers rode horses, and horses were certainly loud. She was sure to hear them before they could hear her.
She walked for two hours before she came across an berry bush, and she helped herself to a great big handful of the large red berries. She wondered how far she had gone, because the stream had stayed a stream, and the woods had stayed the woods, and she didn't feel like she had actually gone anywhere at all.
"How big is this forest, anyway?" she asked. She was sure Roddin or Papa had probably told her once, but she hadn't been paying attention.
"About two days' ride north to south, and a half of a day east to west, Eryn. Depending on the horse."
She jerked her head up, gripped with a sudden fear. Master Lewyn stepped out from behind a tree.
"You're near the eastern-most edge, where this stream meets up with the Baden River, which flows south to north to Elling Lake, but the Baden runs through the wood also. Did you know Elling is where the Overlord of our province rules from? You should be more careful where you step, child," he said. "You left tracks that even a troll could follow. In any case,
you shouldn't be wandering out in the woods alone. The forest can be a dangerous place."
Eryn stared at Roddin's teacher. He was a short, older man with grey hair and a trimmed beard, small blue eyes and a wide nose. He was wearing the same kind of brown leathers that her brother had worn, and he had a knife on one hip, and a short sword on the other.
"They killed him," she said, her words shaking as she fought to hold back the pain and the tears. She had known Master Lewyn her entire life, and he was beloved in the village for his kindness and wisdom. If there was anyone who could understand, it had to be him. "Roddin. His soldiers killed him. My parents too."
Master Lewyn looked sad. "I know, child. I'm very sorry for your loss." He took a few steps towards her. Even though she trusted him, she was still frightened, so she backed away.
"They wanted to take me away," she said. "They tried to kill me."
"Eryn, you must listen to me. His soldiers are looking for you, even now. They returned to the village late last night. They were angry, because two of their own, and their Mediator did not return."
"Mediator?" She knew he must be talking about Lia, though she had never heard the word before.
"Yes. The Mediator is the one who speaks to the Cursed for him. They claim that the Mediators are kind, and that they wish to help those who are afflicted, but I don't believe them."
"It was a Mediator that killed Roddin," she said. "She was Cursed."
Master Lewyn's eyes widened with surprise. "Cursed, you say? Perhaps you are mistaken?"
She shook her head. "She killed Roddin with lightning. It came from a metal staff she was carrying. Her eyes were bleeding."
Master Lewyn flicked his eyes around the woods, and he put his finger to his lips the way Roddin had. Eryn was completely still, listening along with the man. After a minute, he took his finger away.
"Eryn, I need you to come with me. You're in great danger. The soldiers are searching for you. When they find you, they'll kill you."
She already knew that much. "Why would you want to help me? If they see you with me, they'll kill you too."
He took a deep breath, and cast his eyes to the ground. "I had a daughter once, many years ago. You remind me of her. On her eleventh birthday, she was playing with our dog, Lansa. I was sitting nearby, sharpening my knife. One moment, Lansa was alive and well, running, and barking, and playing. The next, she was dead. My daughter, she touched her, and her heart just stopped beating."
Master Lewyn looked up then, his eyes filling with tears. "I would have tried to hide her, but others saw it too. We had no choice but to send for his soldiers. They came a few days later, and their Mediator convinced my girl to go with her. It broke my heart to watch them ride away. Of course, I never saw her again. I don't want you to suffer the same fate that she did."
Eryn had heard stories like this before, but she hadn't known Master Lewyn had ever had any children. She found her own eyes becoming moist from his sad tale. "I'm sorry for your pain," she said.
"Thank you, child," he replied. "Please, come with me, and we'll get you out of here. I can take you as far as the road, and I can give you what little coin I have." He shook a small bag tied to his hip. "It isn't much, but it should buy you a few meals."
Eryn smiled. "I don't know how I can every repay you for this," she said. "You have always been so kind to me, and to Roddin."
His smile was heavy. "He was like a son to me, that boy. Come, we need to track away from the stream. They'll be expecting you to stay near water. I only hope I can get you to the road before they can assemble a watch to prevent you from leaving."
He waved his hand, and started walking north, away from Watertown and the stream. His movements were silent and careful. "Mind your feet, child. Don't leave any tracks for them to follow. Step where I step."
"Okay," she said, and she followed behind him, making sure her feet landed almost exactly where his did.
They walked for over an hour, not a word shared between them, with the woodsman pointing and directing her with his hands, and stopping every so often to listen. Eryn was nervous at first, but she knew that he had been walking the Whistling Wood for years, and if anyone knew how to survive out there, it was him. She began to relax and follow his instructions almost automatically. At last they reached a large, moss-covered stone, and Master Lewyn called for them to stop.
"It is out of place here," Eryn said.
Master Lewyn unslung his quiver and put it on the ground. He leaned over it and pushed some of the arrows aside, searching. "Hmm... Oh, you mean the stone?"
"Yes." She stood under it, and looked up. It had to be at least twenty feet tall, and equally wide. It wasn't buried in the ground, but resting in a rut, as though it had slid some distance through the wood before stopping in that spot.
He found what he had been looking for, pulling out a small loaf of bread. He tore it in half, and handed a piece to her. "I call that the Giant's Ball," he said. "The shape of it, and the way it is sitting here, with no other stones around it that are so large... it is as if a giant threw it here."
"It's incredible," she said, taking a big bite of the bread. She had never been more grateful for such a simple meal. She took her own quiver from her back and placed it next to her, then sat with her back against the Ball. "How long will it take to get to the road?"
Master Lewyn took a bite of the bread, and then returned his quiver to his back. "We've gone north a little bit to get away from the stream. Now we will head west towards the Baden River. It's only half of a day's walk, maybe a little bit more from here."
The thought of being away from Watertown made her happy. She didn't want to ever have to go back to see what had become of her home. "Aren't you going to be in trouble for helping me?"
He shook his head, and then turned in a circle, searching the trees. Satisfied, he came over, standing a few feet in front of her. "No. His soldiers sent me out here to find you. I can just go back tomorrow morning, and tell them I saw no signs of your passing."
Eryn considered that while she brought the bread up to her mouth. "Do you think they'll belie.. Oh." The bread slipped out of her hand, falling to the moss below. "I'm not usually so clumsy." She reached down to pick it up, and noticed something shimmering in the dirt, almost buried by time.
"What's this?" She picked up the bread in her left hand, and then used her right to scrape away at the moss and earth around the object.
"Its probably just a bit of quartz," Master Lewyn said. She noticed he was looking around again.
She scraped some more of the dirt away, and then dug her nails under it, hooking her prize. A ring, she saw. A gold ring, with a small, clear gemstone set on top of it. How had it come to be out here?
Eryn held it up for Master Lewyn to examine, but she saw his attention was elsewhere.
"Master Lewyn, look at this," she said, holding it out with excitement.
He turned to her, his expression tight and tense. "What is it?' he asked, his voice unsteady.
Something was wrong.
She pulled the ring back and slid it onto her index finger. The fit was almost perfect. "Just a ring," she said. "Are you okay?"
He smiled, a tight smile that pushed his lips together. The corners of his mouth were twitching. "I'm fine, child."
She didn't like it, and something in her was telling her she needed to get out of there. She started to get to her feet, when Master Lewyn reached out and took her by the wrist.
"Don't move, Eryn," he growled. "It isn't safe. We just need to stay for a few minutes more."
Now he was scaring her. "I want to go, now!" She tried to pull her wrist away, but he gripped it tighter.
"I'm sorry, child," he said. "I can't let you go." His eyes became moist and tears rolled down his cheek. "You have to understand, they said they would kill everyone in the village if I didn't find you."
Eryn felt her anger begin to build. He had tricked her! Sweet, kind, Master Lewyn had lied to her, and led her right i
nto a trap. But could she really blame him? They were threatening the entire village, as they had the night before when they had first come looking for her but didn't know who she was. Still, she had seen what his soldiers were like. She knew it wouldn't be as simple as Master Lewyn had made it sound.
"Master Lewyn, you have to let me go. They're going to kill everyone in the village anyway. Please, come with me, and we'll get away. We'll run away together."
The woodsman shook his head. "I know you're afraid child, but you have to think of the village. My wife..."
Her anger faded. She couldn't find it in her heart to blame him, but that didn't mean she was going to just let them kill her. "I'm sorry, Master Lewyn. I have to go. Don't you see, this is what will happen to every Cursed, every village forever and ever if somebody doesn't find a way to stop it. I'm going to find a way. I made a promise to my mother that I would survive."
Instead of trying to pull her arm away, she grabbed his arm with her hand, and pulled him towards her. She was strong for a girl, stronger than he had expected, and she managed to take him off balance. He hit his head on the rock and let go.
Eryn jumped to her feet, grabbed her quiver and started to run. A hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell forward into the dirt.
"No," Master Lewyn shouted. "You're going to stay right here. The soldiers will be here any minute. I can hear the horses coming now."
Eryn listened. She could hear them too. She had to escape.
Master Lewyn pulled her leg, bringing her closer and trying to get on top of her, to sit on her and hold her down. Desperate, she kicked and thrashed, managing to connect with his forearm and get him to let go again. She turned over and pulled herself to her feet. The woodsman stood in front of her, his knife in his hand.
"Please, Eryn," he said, his breathing heavy. "I don't want to hurt you."
"They're going to kill me," she replied. "What does it matter if you hurt me?"
What did it matter? She wasn't afraid of his knife. Something worse was coming for her. She ran towards him, throwing her body against his. She caught him off guard, and knocked him to the ground, the knife falling out of his grasp. She punched him, once, twice, three times, leaving his lip and nose bloody. She was too light though, and when he rocked himself she almost fell off.
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