The High Road to Freedom

James Delaney Swinney

The shackles were the worst part, Elicia decided. After weeks of endless repetition, walking all day meant less than nothing to her. Insults and curses from her captors had become commonplace. More than one had one of her charming travel companions hawked a heaping gob of spit into the thick auburn hair that countless suitors had loved so well. But the ropes burned hotter than the depths of hell, she had often mused in her foul-tempered humour. They were tied unbearably tight, impossible to remove on her own, and when she tried to twist free they would tear into the flesh of her arm. This was more pain than shed ever seen in her fourteen years, worse even than the constant reliving of that terrible night in her mind. Shed been walking in the forest with Mykel that evening, a miners boy, and hed just been complimenting her, when she stopped dead in her tracks. She asked him if he smelled smoke in the split second before a hard-shot arrow turned Mykels round, pleasant head into a splattering of blood, brain, and bone that fell lifelessly to the ground. With that, Elicia Iliman, the niece of the King, had become the sole surviving resident of the Serpents Tail. Why they spared her and no one else, Elicia did not know. Were almost to Cross, your highness, came the gruff voice of the raider nearest to her, his face turned in a wicked smile at the usage of the title. The affectation had come about on the day she was captured, when shed ordered them around like a queen to her subjects. You know what happens then, he said, still smirking. The Gods only know whatll happen what your new master will do when he hears your complaining. Im about ready to rip your arms off myself. The mans big bay horse snorted loudly. The thought of being a slave no longer affected her as it used to. In fact, Elicia was beginning to think that it would be an improvement over her current situation, what with the foul stench of horse everywhere, mixed with the almost fouler smell of the raiders themselves. The only thing worse, she thought, was if she had to wear the bloody shackles any longer! Now keep up the pace, your highness, he continued, I want you away from me as soon as is at all possible. You stink. Dry grass crunched beneath her bare, aching feether shoes had long since worn awayas images danced through her mind. She saw Mykels face erupting in a swirl of blood again, and saw the grim and evil smiles of her captors when theyd captured her. She had tried to

run, but there were so many, and they had surrounded her. These thoughts came and went, tormenting her young mind as they walked the remaining distance to the city of Cross. Cross had been built on both sides of the River Erivol, with bridges spanning the wide waters and connecting the west and east sides. Built in this way, it had become a perfect resting place for sailors making their way south along the river to Taylus. This major trading center rested in the shadow of Reman the Greats ancient fortress of Gods Glory. Opposite of Reman Adaros high ideals that he had forged his mighty empire on, however, Cross had become the largest center for buying and selling slaves south of the empires northern boundaries, possibly in the world. They arrived at the gates not long after that, and were soon admitted into the city. They walked along the wide street through the western, and wealthier side of Cross. This was where the castle was, along with the manors of the well-to-do residents. Elicia, lost in her thoughts, did not notice as they passed through a market, bustling with merchants and shoppers alike. Past this, they came upon a long bridge that spanned the river. They crossed this, leaving the decent side of the city and making their way towards the slave markets on the eastern bank. Shes a pretty one, the man said, looking her over, Ill give you that much. The man chewed on something, his gaunt, ugly face and bleary green eyes examining her, before he hawked and spat a thick gob of greenleaf onto the floor of the dirty old hovel. Whered you get her? he asked, as an eyebrow rose in suspicion. When have you ever cared where a slave comes from, Nakin? her captor, the tall, broad-shouldered brute responded. A slave is a slave, Ive heard you say before. The slaver shrugged his bony shoulders. I just want t be sure that she aint the daughter of some great lord, whod be right angry if he found that his girl was a slave, he said, showing his teeth, stained from prolonged usage of the greenleaf, with every word. This mans craggy face, covered with pox-scars and blemishes, along with a few patches of coarse brown hair, was one of the most hideous Elicia had ever seen. Besides that, the stench of him, hovering over her, was almost enough to make her vomit. Her captor laughed, a raucous and unpleasant sound that hurt her ears. Dont worry about that, my friend, he said. Anyone whod come looking for this one is long since rotting in a pile of crow dung. It took great effort not to attack the man at that moment, as his comments brought back images of her dead family. Youre sure about that? the man named Nakin asked. The other man nodded. Give me twenty silver marks and shes yours, he offered. 2

Twenty? Nakin repeated, his voice disbelieving. Based on the others youve been rounding up for me lately, this ones probably not worth twenty coppers, let alone silver. With that, the two men launched into a haggling match, giving Elicia an opportunity to look around her for once. There really wasnt all too much to look at, however. It was a small building, scantily furnished with a cluttered work desk in the center, a cot resting in the corner behind it, and straw scattered about the floor. Scattered about the room were little piles of pale green, the remains of greenleaf that Nakin had spat out long before, along with the stains of many spilt drinks or dropped foodstuffs. In the corner nearest to the back door sat a rusted iron chamberpot, which was apparently filled to the brim with weeks worth of Nakins waste, and wreaking worse than the man himself. It was a filthy room, fit for a filthy man. Elicia was suddenly, and painfully, wrenched from her thoughts as the flying hand of her captor connected with her face in a powerful slap, one that knocked her straight to the ground. Gasping for breath, she did not hear as he yelled at her. The man asked you a question, your highness, her captor hissed at her as soon as she was back on her feet, and you will give him an answer. What is your name, girl? Nakin asked. She pressed her hand firmly against her cheek, not believing that such a petty question could cause so much pain. Elicia Iliman, she said, her face glowing red. How pretty, he muttered. Now, Elicia, I will show you to your room. Come with me. He gestured for her to follow, and then turned towards the back door. From there, he led her into a great yard of yellow grass, full of gaunt-faced, spindly children and young people, those slaves who had yet to be sold. Each was covered in the dirt and grime of weeks without bathing, and their faces were pained as they saw another poor soul come to join their ranks. Ignore them, Elicia, Nakin murmured to her in his gruff tone. Theyre just nervous about meeting someone new, thats all. Theyll get used to you soon, Im sure. He put his hand onto her shoulder in a gesture that was meant to be comforting, Elicia knew, but only managed to frighten her further. Three buildings walled in the grassy courtyard, and after what seemed like hours of walking across dead, crunching yellow grass under the wary stares of the slaves, they arrived at the building on the west side of the lot. Nakin opened up an old, gnarled wooden door, which groaned with the effort of age while it swung open. He spat on the ground once more, before leading the way into the room. They entered into a large, but dimly lit room with beds lining the walls. Tiny things, they were but shadows of the large featherbed that Elicia was used to. The mattresses were stained yellow and withered, 3

with parasites infesting them, she was almost certain. They were pressed immediately up against each other, with the minimum amount of space between them as possible. There would be no privacy in this room, she knew. Nakin walked her to the far end of the room, all the while muttering of how they were running out of room for newcomers, and how it would be better to get rid of some of the younger, scrawnier slaves for some fresher meat. He obviously did not mean for Elicia to hear him, what with calling the children meat, and all. Though, she did not know this man well enough to know for sure if he would call them meat to their faces. They walked past row after row of the old beds, some empty, while some had children sleeping in them, snoring loudly from weariness. The whole place smelled of the rank of scores of childrens natural products, and Elicia crinkled her nose in the hopes of avoiding the overpowering odour. Thisll be where youll sleep, Elicia, Nakin said, pointing to a bed that leaned against the far wall of the room. Fortunately for her, this mattress looked somewhat newer than the others, still retaining its original white color among the stains that blotched its surface. It was a far stretch from what she was used to, but she did not have much say in the matter. In the middle of the room, in front of the door we came in through, there are two big wardrobes full of clothes. The one on the right is for the boys, the left for the girls. You can have your pick of whatever rags you like, but be watchful. Some of your new mates have used them, and theyre none too clean. Everyday, at noon and at sunset, Ill have someone come and get all you for the mealtime. Its porridge at noon and soup in the evening. I hope, for your sake little lass, that someone buys you soon, so you can get yourself out of this shithole. Though, with your looks, Im sure you wont be staying here long, he finished, winking at her. She smiled at him and said nothing, waiting to cringe until hed walked away. It wasnt until he was fully out of the building that she crumpled into a ball on her new bed and began to sob. She was not worried about being someones slave; she had long since gotten over that. She did not care about the mangy bed, or the two poor meals a day. Her tears fell and soaked her bed for the scores of other children in the compound who would soon make a poor slave for someone better off than they in Cross. After weeks and months of poor living conditions, exposed to sickness and filth for so long, these children would make terrible slaves, and they would receive such beatings that they could not survive. If they ever made it out of this place, that is. She lay on her bed, her whole body wracked with sobs, until a bell was rung in the outer yards, and dozens of gaunt slaves began filing into the room.

Jevar held his breath, not even daring to make a sound. It was dark, yes, but in the pools of light scattered throughout the long hallways, Jevar could see guards posted in full steel mail and holding long spears and swords. They would kill him, a grungy street rat skulking about Castle Cross, without giving it a second thought. He watched the nearest guard for a while, and when it became obvious that the man would not be moving any time soon, Jevar took one cautious step out of his hiding spot. He was soft-footed, as his selfgiven profession required, and so the soldier did not hear a thing. He kept moving, and soon enough he was near to a turn in the hallway, one that led into utter dark. He softly slipped into it, his footsteps making no noise on the hard stone floor. For most of an hour he continued this, slipping past guards while the entire castle was asleep. With each step, the exhilaration of the whole thing grew larger and larger, until he was almost bursting with excitement. He thought he was about to die, when he finally reached the door he was looking for. Flickering candlelight spilled out from underneath the tall wooden entryway, along with soft voices, though they sounded louder than shouts after the silence of his skulking. Two voices there were, a man and a woman. Husband and wife, he assumed from the fact that they shared a room together, for the great God Kythanus was strict on that matter. For upwards of half an hour, the man and his wife talked of trivial matters, discussing items that meant less than nothing to Jevar Adaro. After thirty minutes of nothing, however, they decided that it was time for sleep. The candle was blown out, and then there was stillness in the darkened hall once again. Jevar waited until he heard snores coming from the room before he made his move. He reached for the doorknob, slowly twisting it around and opening the massive door. Thankfully, the knob was well oiled, and the doors hinges made no noise when they swung open. Jevar silently slipped into the room, his eyes adjusted to the near blackness. From a window above the bed streamed pale moonlight, and Jevar looked around the room until he saw the light glinting off of the precious object that was his target. Sitting casually on a table beside the bed, on the side where the woman lay resting peacefully, was an amulet. Not any amulet, though, this one was set with a shining diamond the size of a childs open hand! Jevars eyes widened, and his lips turned in a smile of delight as he looked upon his quarry. If he succeeded in this mission, if he managed to get the necklace and slip out of the castle, he would no longer have to live in poverty. This one amulet, if sold to a wealthy merchant, could buy his way into a life of luxury. He could go from wearing rags in the street and defecating in public to being a lord in his own right, with a grand 5

manor outside of the city. Never before had he seen a rock so precious, and soon it would be his. He took a step towards it, then another, and another yet, getting faster and faster until he was basically running across the room. Throwing caution to the wind, he snatched the necklace off the table casually and stopped to gaze deeply into the glimmering stone. It was clearer than a pool of clean water, and he could see his reflection better than in a perfectly crafted silver mirror. He pressed the stone to his lips, kissing it and savouring the feel of it in his hands. By the Blood of Reman! Jevar heard the surprised curse a moment late, as the woman leapt from her bed. As naked as the day of her birth, the high lady cursed loudly as she jumped towards Jevar, scratching at him with long nails. She grabbed at the amulet he held in his hands with the enormous strength of a womans fury, something that Jevar was ill prepared to resist. She wrenched it from his arms, delivering a powerful knee into his unprotected groin and sending him straight to the floor to whimper in misery. By this time, her husband had pulled himself out of bed, and he now bore a longsword that he ran at Jevar with. The impaired thief rolled away from his attacker, and the sword blade struck the stone floor of the room with such force that made sparks fly across the room. He shouted threats at Jevar, damning him to the deepest of hells by his words, and attempting to carry out the threat with his blade. Jevar rolled around the room, avoiding blow after blow, forgetting the pain in his groin. He managed to get under the bed, which was wider and larger than any hed ever seen. The man stabbed at him under the bed, missing him by such small increments. Jevar sweated profusely, and cursed just as much. Come out from there, you snivelling coward! the man suggested, ending his maddened frenzy. Before Jevar could respond, however, the rooms big door slammed open, admitting a guard clad in his full steel armour. Remans sword, whats all the racket? the guard demanded, looking to the sweaty lord. The man pointed to the bed with his foot, signalling Jevars presence. Theres a buggering thief under there, he said, his voice impaired by heavy breaths. He tried to nab my lady wifes amulet, and wouldve made off with it were she not such a light sleeper. The armoured guard moved to the bed and jabbed his pike roughly underneath it, where it caught Jevar full in the back. Get outta there, he demanded, or Ill kill you here and now. Jevar hesitantly complied, valuing his life slightly more than the rock that rested snugly in his pocket. When he was out, and into the light of the candle the womanwho was now covered by a robe,

though it did not do much to conceal anythinghad just lit, he was confronted by the guard and the husband. Hand it over, you little bastard, or Ill run you through this moment, the lord threatened, hefting his sword. Jevar spat at the mans feet, and got a hilt into his chin as reward, a hit that sent him sprawling to the floor. His mouth filled with salty blood, which he let spill onto the ornate rug that the bed sat on. He reached into his pocket and through the necklace at the lords feet, cursing himself silently for letting this happen. Hed never been caught before this, not even once. Hed been chased before, certainly, and sometimes even grabbed by a guard, but hed always gotten away. Not this time, though. Not in the middle of Castle Cross. Youre coming with me, filth, the guard said, looking him over with disgust, and if you try anything, you wont live to see the cells. Your type makes me want to puke. He hawked and spat into Jevars open, steel-grey eyes, and then led him roughly out of the room and towards Castle Crosss deepest dungeons, the cells that were three stories below the ground.

Chapter Two
My, my, she is a pretty one, isnt she? the corpulent man in front of her commented to Nakin. His face was rounder than a ripe tomato, and almost as red. Fatter than any man shed ever seen, Elicia wondered if he would pop were he poked by a sharp pin. I said the same thing when I saw her, Father, Nakin replied, though she did not know why he used that title. Shes been a good little lass these past weeks as well. Shes done her work well, and shes stronger than one would ever think to see her. And, by Remans holy blood, if she washed and combed that hair, shed be the comeliest girl in all Cross, he bragged. The fat man scratched for a long time at a volatile red pimpil on his thick chin, looking her over from head to toe, while she did the same to him. On his head, he wore a tonsure of greasy brown hair, flecked with many spots of gray. His face bore wrinkles aplenty, and brown spots covered his hands. No hair was there on his face; instead there were lines around his mouth and dark, sagging bags beneath his weary eyes. An aged pig, he looked like. Apparently, he liked what he saw in Elicia well enough. Shell do perfectly, he said, his voice raspy and weak. How much will you charge for her, good sir? He dug around in a pocket of the grey robe he wore, withdrawing a bulging leather purse of coins. He pulled the drawstring on the bag, revealing many coins of silver and copper, even several glimmering gold pieces. This was a wealthy man, she knew, and she silently praised Kythanus for his mercy. Thirteen golden marks, Nakin said, his eyes full of mischief, thirty silvers, and five coppers. The look on his face was one of scheming, and she knew he was cheating this man out of well-earned coin. The fat man stood silent for a while, but soon began softly chuckling as he realized the scam. Do you take me for a fool, brother? he asked, his voice rising in volume. Kythanus, in his great mercy, has blessed me with a surplus of funding, so I could afford even those outrageous prices. However, I will not waste my coin on this, as that would be a disgrace on his name. I will pay seven gold, and no more than that. Of course, Nakin was equally outraged, and the two men butted heads over the price for a long stretch of time, seemingly unable to come up with a compromise. Elicia knew her numbers, and for a while she listened to the arguing, hearing Nakins unbelievably high demands, and the fat mans countering suggestions. It did not take long, though, for her to become bored, and with that she began to daydream.

Were this deal to become a reality, Elicia Iliman would begin a new life, the servant of a wealthy man of Cross, a priest, she assumed from the title, his dress, and the money in his purse. Clergymen were well taken care of in Cross, it would seem, the site of Gods Glory, the greatest standing monument the Kythanus power. Servant to a wealthy man, she could regain some of the amenities she had known and loved on the Serpents Tail. She could have a full, unsoiled bed and a wardrobe filled with her own garments, all in her own private room. She could have fine clothes and maybe even jewels. She might even be set free when the fat man died, able to live her own life. Maybe she could go back to Serpents Tail, to find out if there were any survivors. Caught up in these thoughts, she did not notice when the two men stopped speaking. She was only removed from her dreams when she heard the clinking of coin against Nakins old wooden desk. She watched as the fat priest placed five gold coins on the desk, the price he had demanded from the first. He was a good debater, it would seem, as Nakin was rarely talked out of a price. Come along now, lass, the fat man said, taking her by the arm in a tight, and slightly uncomfortable grip. It is a long way back to my home, and it is nearing dark. He began walking away, towards the door that led out of the smelly room. Elicia looked back one last time to see Nakin, the man who had bought her from raiders, grin as he put the coins into his pocket. It was near dark, as the priest had said, and the air was growing colder by the moment. Elicia had no coat, only wearing the plain grey smock shed taken from the communal wardrobe that morning. She shivered, but the priest took no notice as they walked along the emptying road and he talked away. What is your name, lass? he asked. I cant keep calling you lass, if youre going to be my servant. Well be spending much time together, and Ill want to know your true name. Elicia, she replied quietly. Elicia Iliman. She looked down at her feet as she walked, too nervous to look into the eyes of her new owner. I once knew a man called Iliman, I believe, the priest told her. Yes, he was a friend of mine in Bealar, before I was called to be a preacher. Faltri Iliman, though we all called him the Falcon. Did you ever know him? he asked her. She shook her head. Of course not, of course not. His was a lesser branch of the family, he told me once. His parents had moved to Bealar from the Serpents Tail years before. You came from the Tail, no? Yes, she said, her eyes welling with tears at the memory of her family this line of conversation brought into her mind. She blinked them away, however, unwilling to show weakness to her new master.

The priest sighed. That was a terrible tragedy that occurred on the Tail just recently. A pirate raid from Enok, I believe I heard, though I dont know if I believe it. Elicia had not any idea of how to respond to that, as she did not know the full truth herself. Because of this, she decided to say nothing at all, and so the two of them walked along the darkening streets in silence for a time, the only noise being the sounds of their feet slapping against the stones. Then the priest began to laugh. I never told you my name, did I? All these questions for you, and I never thought to give you any information of myself. He began playing with the chain around his neck, at the end of which was a glass sword. I am Liatra Siamorn, but you may call me Father Siamorn. By the grace of Kythanus and that of Reman, I serve Cross as the Reader of the Final Justice. Some men commit petty crimes that warrant imprisonment and other meaningless punishments. Some, however, commit deadly sins that bring upon themselves a swift, public death, along with eternal damnation. For the latter, I am the man who gives them the final word of Kythanus. Sometimes this is comforting, but most of the time it is a terrible job. It has to be done, though, so that a lesson is taught to those whod think to rebel against Kythanus. Makes you think twice about committing crimes, doesnt it? he asked, laughing again. His laugh was a soft, pleasant noise compared to the rasp of his normal speaking. She smiled then. It was full dark by the time they arrived at Father Siamorns home, and Elicia was impressed by the place even at night. It was large, stretching three stories into the air. None of the buildings on the Tail were that tall, for fear of them falling down in the winds that ravaged the peninsula. Thus, Elicia could not help but be impressed. The walls were a fine white marble, with many clear-paned glass windows carved into them. The roof was shingled with red slates, and, compared with what she was living in the past few weeks, the manor seemed a kings palace to Elicia. Father Siamorn led the way inside, and the door opened to reveal a lounge with soft couches along the walls on either side. Father Siamorn sat down on one of the sofas and leaned down to untie his boots, before he got back up and led the way out into the main rooms of the house. Here on the bottom floor, Father Siamorn began speaking again, there are the main kitchen facilities, where there is a full staff hired to keep me fed. There is also a washing room on this floor, with a full bathhouse where you can get clean. Before that, though, Ill have someone show you to your quarters on the second floor, where all the bedrooms are. As he was talking, several serving men and women had been walking past, finishing up their duties for the day. Father Siamorn gestured to one of the women who walked by, and he told her 10

to take Elicia to the empty quarters upstairs, then to see that she was fed and cleaned before she went to sleep. Goodnight, Elicia Iliman, and welcome to your new home, Father Siamorn said to her. If you need to speak to me about anything, just come visit me in my writing room. Someone will show you the way. With that, the old man disappeared down a hallway. That night, after she was fed and bathed, Elicia had the best sleep shed had in a long, long time. It had been twelve days, Jevar decided. Or was it thirteen? He was unsure. The days had begun to meld together after the initial shock of being thrown into the deepest dungeons. There had been no light at all, except for the times when the gaoler had opened a hatch in his cell door to put in a plate of food. That was how hed counted the days, though with the same food every night it was hard to keep track. After a few days of sitting almost entirely motionless in a corner of the cramped cell, Jevar had decided to stretch out a bit. In crawling around the tight space he had left to him, Jevar had found what seemed to be a stick lying on the ground. He used it to scrawl words on the floor of the cell, though they would not look like real words if they were seen in the light of day. He had been swinging the stick around like a sword when the door to his cell had opened, flooding his eyes with the dim light of the gaolers torch, though it did not seem so dim after weeks of full darkness. The thick-chested jailer had grabbed him by the shoulder and bodily dragged him out of the little cell, pulling him along as he moved up the stairway and into the natural light of the outside world. The man had basically carried Jevar into the castle, up a series of stairwells, through a maze of hallways, until they arrived at an enormous room, inside of which was a long table surrounded by twenty men. These turned out to be the Lords of Cross, along with the High Lord sitting on his ornate chair in the center of the table. Now, Jevars stomach turned with worry as he was looked over by twenty of the most powerful men in Cross, men who could and would do whatever they wished with him, a simple street thief. These men, all regal and powerful in their own rights, would collectively decide the fate of the young thief who dared attempt to rob one of their own. What is your name, boy? came the haughty voice of the man in the center of the table, the High Lord, the greatest of the great. Jevar Adaro, my lord, he replied, trying to be as courteous as possible to the man. The High Lord gave him an odd look. Adaro? he asked. Is this in any way related to Reman Adaro, the Divine Emperor? No, my lord. It is just a name Ive picked up.

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Tell us what you were doing in Lord Arlans bedchambers last night. Leave nothing out, and tell nothing but the truth. If you do, we may take pity upon you. If you do not, expect no mercy. Jevar gulped down his nervousness before speaking, his thoughts rushing through his mind faster than ever before. I was in the castle late last nightbecause I wanted to visit my cousin. She works as a serving maid here in the castle. An eyebrow rose on the High Lords face. What led you into Lord Arlans room, then? I did not know what room she was living in, Jevar replied, his face burning. So I decided to enter the first room I saw. This happened to be Lord Arlans. The lies came naturally to him. He had been lying to get out of sticky situations for years now, though none so grave as the one he was in now. He did not know why he lied here. If they found out, they would likely kill him, even more likely for him not telling truths. The boy is lying, High Lord! Arlan shouted as the words began to register with him. He was in there to steal my wifes necklace. The street rat wanted to sell the damnable thing, to make himself wealthy. That is not true! Jevar argued, his face burning hotter than the sun with his being caught lying. My cousin! he began, but Arlan cut him off. High Lord, I want this lying bastard killed! he demanded. This boy has broken into my bedchambers to steal my wifes diamond, which I spent a great fortune on, and now he lies about it! He assaulted my lady wife when she tried to get it back from him, and he would have killed her had I not stepped in. The High Lord stood up, knocking his chair behind him in his haste to stand. Be silent, Lord Arlan! he bellowed, his voice silencing everyone in the room. And what if this boy proves to be innocent? he asked. I will not have it said that I killed an innocent man, whether or not you belief in his guilt. He sat back down in a huff, cradling his chin in his hand. There was silence then for a long stretch of time as he thought. Might I make a suggestion, my Lord? came the soft voice of another lord. He sat in his throne on the far end of the table. He was a rodent of a man, with a tiny nose in the middle of his face that was surrounded by great grey whiskers. When he opened his mouth to speak, Jevar saw large yellow teeth. Whatever he was about to suggest, Jevar was almost certain that he would not be enjoying it. Of course, Lord Tarys, the High Lord responded. What is it? Mightnt it be sensible to have the head gaolerwellextract the truth out of our young friend here? We would have the unequivocal truth of the situation, and out of the very lips of the accused. A confession, you might say. 12

The High Lord chewed on his inner cheek for a moment as he mulled it over. Soon, his stern face was totally transformed by the appearance of a little smile on his face, which steadily grew larger until it seemed he must laugh for joy. This is a brilliant plan, Tarys. We will go with this course of action. He beckoned to one of the guards holding Jevar still. Guardsman, would you be so kind as to call the Head Gaoler? Bring the boy to the dungeons. The guard saluted to the High Lord in the military style, hand pounded against shoulder, then turned and left, dragging Jevar along with him. When they were outside of the room, they moved throughout the castle again until they were near to the dungeons. The guard then roughly thrust a torch into Jevars grasp and took another for himself, before they both plunged into the darkness of the dungeons. They went down the stairs quickly, taking them two steps at a time. Jevars breath caught in his throat when he saw the wicked tools down in the deepest cellars of Castle Cross, things hed hoped never to see, but now were going to be used against him! Whips with many barbed tails hung on the walls, along with a tall stool, on top of which was a sharply pointed pyramid. Standing in one corner of the room was what appeared to be a tall iron coffin, and hanging from the ceiling were long chains with shackles on the ends, from which a prisoner could be hung and flogged. Perhaps the worst of them all, in the center of the room was a massive bronze calf, underneath which was a pile of ashes. He was going to die. There was a ringing noise across the room from him, and Jevar looked to see the gaoler from before patting the bronze bull roughly with his fist. His face was split into a great smile, revealing his set of broken and stained teeth. Scars ran all along his face, apparently from prisoners fighting back, and he wore his hair shaved so close to the scalp that he appeared bald. You the boy who tried t rob Lord Arlan, arent you? he asked, seemingly impressed. Now you end up here, in my cave. Jevar gulped, unwilling to respond to this man. Dont want t talk, do you? he asked. Then he began to chuckle softly. Youll be spilling all you know in a few minutes, though, if this guys got anything t say about it. He patted the bull again, and then he moved to the wall, grabbing a whip. It was a vicious thing, its ends covered in dozens of tiny little spikes that would tear the flesh of its target to shreds in an instant. And he was about to be that target! It did not take long, after he was hung upside-down from the roof. The gaoler swung one hard time, and the blow it struck tore deep into the flesh of Jevars lower back. It was so hard swung, in fact, that it took a great effort to remove it. Blood trickled down from the wounds, down past his shoulders and onto the floor. He resisted the impulse to give it away, waiting until it struck again before breaking down. 13

Jevar told him all about the previous night through tears and screams of anguish. See? the gaoler asked, still smiling. That wasnt too hard, now was it?

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Chapter Three
Elicia woke the next morning to a series of knocks upon the door to her room. It did not wake her up immediately, for she was used to sleeping amidst loud noise from her days in the slave markets. It did wake her eventually, however, and she scrambled to dress quickly before answering the door, pulling on a green woolen gown from the wardrobe over her smallclothes. When she finally opened the door, she was standing in the shadow of the tall maidservant whod shown her to these quarters. Her hard face was empty of emotion and blank of expression, plainer than any shed ever seen. Nothing about this woman, with her short-cut grey hair and plump cheeks, would make her stand out in a crowd, apart from the abnormally low voice for a woman that she used when she spoke. Wake up, she said, despite the fact that Elicia was obviously already awake and prepared. There is work to be done. Follow. This last was a command, and one that Elicia dared not disobey. When they were in the hallway, and walking towards the stairs that led down to the first floor, the older woman began speaking. Father Siamorn will be wanting to speak to you, girl, most like to give you a job. She continued speaking, but it was in a low mutter that Elicia could not understand. From the few words she could make out, Elicia gathered that the older woman was complaining about the presence of yet another servant in the house of the priest. Elicia did not care, though, she was too nervous about getting her first assignment to mind the ramblings of an old plain servant. Whatever the job was, she hoped that it would be something she was at least adequate at. That ruled out sewing, for she was possibly the worst sewer in Cross. And if Father Siamorn gave her a cooking job, her terrible food would be like to kill everyone in the manor before her second day. She really did not know what sort of job she would prefer. She was not used to having to work for her survival, as the daughter of a proud lord and lady on the Tail. She did not know of anything she was particularly good at. She did know her letters, though, and she was proficient at calculating sums. That might be useful, she knew, in getting herself a decent task. Maybe she could write letters for the Father. She had just begun wondering what sort of letters a priest would write, when the two of them arrived at the door to the Fathers private study. The plain-faced woman, whose name Elicia still did not know, opened the door for her and watched as the new servant walked towards the priest. Father Siamorn was busy scrawling words on parchment when she arrived, and despite her entrance he continued writing. Neither of

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them said anything until the crumpled white page was nearly full of words. Good morning to you, Elicia, the Father said, still not looking up at her. He dipped his quill into the inkpot and continued writing, this time opting to speak as he wrote. I shall have to thank Nariam for going to fetch you this early in the morning. I apologize for waking you so soon, but I could not wait to tell you what your job will be. I received word from Castle Cross late last night, after youd gone to bed. Apparently, some fool boy tried to rob a lords wife of an expensive necklace, but he was caught staring deep into the thing. He tried to lie about being in there, but now it seems hes ready to confess. I will be going to the castle later today to meet with the boy, to copy down his confession and then pronounce Kythanus sentence upon his soul, whether hell be damned to hell or not. Hell likely die either way, but it can be comforting to know where youre going. Do you know your letters, Elicia? he asked then, straying from his story. She nodded. Wonderful. You shall come with me to the castle and write down what he says. I will ask the questions, you will write his response for me on a piece of parchment. Writing makes my hands ache more and more nowadays, and youre young enough that itll make no matter to you. He stopped writing to look up at her, his chubby face bearing an odd look. I trust you have no problems with this duty? he asked. No, Father, she responded, shaking her head. I will gladly do this for you. That is excellent. We shall be leaving for the castle at noon, if we are to be there on time. You are excused. With that, he turned back to continue his writing, allowing Elicia to find her own way out. There was more work to be done in the manor than Elicia had expected, based on the fact that there was only five people who resided there full-time, four of those being servants to the fifth, Father Siamorn. There were two other women who served the priest beside herself, one of them Nariam and the other a girl of nineteen called Garilsan. The latter was only four years Elicias elder, and not terribly pretty, but she held herself as if she were the Empress Jaslin of old. Oftentimes Elicia would work with Garilsan, but whenever she did it was a struggle to keep from attacking the other girl. She found it hard to believe that a slave could be so arrogant! She almost preferred the company of plain-faced, boring Nariam. Nariam was the priests main housekeeper, and as such was in charge of Elicia and Garilsan. She was a strict taskmaster, and never once that first day did Elicia have any free time. Right after her meeting with Father Siamorn, Nariam had her scrubbing pots in the kitchen from the previous days dinner, and soon after she was helping Garilsan cook that days breakfast. That, however, did not last long after she burned the priests ham. She was quickly relocated to 16

washing the Fathers robes after that, and for half an hour after she completed that Nariam lectured her about how to keep the clothes from fading. The work was gruelling and Nariam a cruel boss, but as she worked she heard stories about the priest from the two men who resided in the manor, Ilran and Olnor. Father Liatra Siamorn, she was told, was the last surviving member of his family. His mother and father had died when he was young, leaving him, their only son, in the care of his aunt and uncle who had no children. His uncle had been a prosperous business man of Cross, and had amassed a large fortune in his time. His wife, unfortunately, was barren and could bear no children to inherit this wealth, and so he named his nephew Liatra the sole heir to all his worldly possessions. When his aunt and uncle died of a strange pestilence, he became a wealthy man. Alone with his money, Liatra could find no pleasures in the things that he bought with his wealth. He decided to join the priesthood, and quickly climbed the ranks to become the Final Justice of Cross. He never married, and had no children to share his money with, so he was fully dedicated to his occupation. Elicia was surprised to hear of this. She knew that the man was wealthy, but she could not understand why he never married. When she asked Ilran about it, the jovial man could merely shrug his shoulders for he did not know either. No one did, but for the Father himself. Throughout the day, whenever a task brought her into the same room as Ilran or Olnor, they would tell her stories about this and that, about Cross, about absolutely anything on their minds. They were pleasant people, and Elicia found that she liked them better than anyone else in the manor. She, immediately after meeting them, felt an instinctive, almost familial trust for both of them. If Elicia had to guess, she would have thought that Olnor was into his third decade. He was of average height and build, and in charge of Father Siamorns monetary affairs. He controlled all the assets of the manor, making certain that the priest did not go bankrupt, though there wasnt much fear on that count. His was a strong mind, to make up for his scrawny arms, and he was better at sums than most anyone shed ever met. He was also very witty, too, and always had a joke for her. Ilran was tall and muscled, a younger man than Olnor but still several years her elder. He was in charge of the cooking and the manors kitchens. His dark brown hair fell almost to his shoulders, and his face was always graced by a pleasant smile. He was a pretty man, she thought, and she enjoyed his company better than anyone else shed met in recent days. She did not get to spend much time in either of the two mens company, however, for Nariam spent the whole day working her like a 17

dog. After she finished cleaning the priests clothes, she was put to work in the gardens in the backyard, where she was made to pull weeds. They grew thick among the vegetables, but in the flowerbeds she could find nothing but bright-colored plants of every sort. This was her favorite job of the day, for when she finished pulling, she pretended she was still busy when all she was doing was sniffing flowers. Still, it was a great relief to her when Garilsan told her that the Father was preparing to leave and he wanted her to do the same. Grinning with excitement, Elicia quickly made her way to her quarters to change out of her dirty gown and prepare to go to Castle Cross to meet with a criminal. Jevar sat quietly at the large wooden table, across from a redfaced priest. The back of his shirt was soaked with blood, his blood, and his head was filled with the din of a pounding headache, not only from the beating he sustained earlier, which had continued long after his confession. Now he had to tell of his crime to a priest. Not just any priest, though, he had to talk to the Final Justice, the man who would decide his eternal fate. Unless his case was presented well, Jevar might well die and spend the rest of his life in torment in the deepest of hells. Confess your crimes, boy, the priest began, his voice weak, and beg forgiveness from Kythanus. What should I say, Father? he asked, entirely unsure of how to speak with a God. Where do I begin? Tell me of your life, what led you to committing this heinous crime of which you stand accused. Jevar folded his hands and set them on the table, looking only at them as he spoke. I was born here in Cross seventeen years ago, in the midst of a hot summer. My parents were murdered in their home when I was but a child of three years. I was spared, and then a fisherman and his wife rescued me. They raised me as one of their own, until they died when I was fourteen. I lived on my own from then until now, begging to save my own life. Last year, when the High Lord outlawed begging and began strictly enforcing that law, I was forced to turn to thievery. I began by robbing small shops and independent merchants. When this wasnt enough, I began stealing from wealthier and wealthier men, and then my life was not so hard. I had food enough to survive, provided I kept on stealing, and I lived in an old abandoned house. The priest made no noise as he listened, but apart from his own voice, Jevar could hear the noise of a pen against paper. The priest was not doing any writing, but when Jevar looked to the corner of the table, he saw a girl copying down each word he said. A pretty girl she was, the priests daughter, he assumed.

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Three days ago, I was in the Great Forums, and I saw the Lord Arlan and his lady wife exiting a jewellers shop. The lady wore an amulet about her neck, which was set with a bigger diamond than Ive ever seen before. I followed them back to their residency in the castle, and then I entered their bedchambers late at night to steal the diamond. Istruckthe Lady Arlan when she tried to take it back, and that is my greatest crime. He did not want to say the last part, but the gaoler had threatened to whip him again if he did not. The fat priests eyes went wide. You do realize that the Lords of Cross of the anointed of Kythanus himself, dont you? he asked. Striking one of them is equated, by all the laws of our god, to striking the very face of God! This is a great sin, boy, he warned. Jevar nodded, hoping that, if he were to die soon, Kythanus would see through his lies and forgive him. I did all that I did merely to survive, Father. That can be forgiving, cant it? he asked. We will see, was all that the priest said in response to that. I must go now, to meet with Lord Arlan and see if you are being true. Elicia, you stay here in case the boy has more to say. The fat man huffed, then he stood up and exited the room, leaving Jevar alone with the girl called Elicia. Is it true? What do you mean? he asked. Did you really strike the Lady Arlan? You would have to be a great fool to do something like that, she said, her voice quiet and pleasant. Now that she looked at him, he could tell that this Elicia was no daughter of the priest. While he was a corpulent, short man, this girl looked like she could be quite tall. Her hair was auburn, while his was grey and brown; her face was comely while his was red. Well? Her voice startled him from his examination of her. No, I am not so bad a fool as that. I did not strike her, no matter what is written on that page of yours. I tried to steal her necklace, but that does not warrant death, as these men seem to want for me. Death? He nodded. The punishment for attacking a lords wife is death. Ill be buried before the week is out. But you did not attack her, Elicia argued. You are correct, lady, but they do not know that. Then why did you tell them you did? He chuckled, and then stood up from his seat. He turned around and lifted his shirt to show her the marks. See those? he asked. Those are whip marks, from this morning. There would be twice that many had I told it true. He looked more closely at her. How are you related to the priest? His daughter? Niece? His slave, she responded as if it were common knowledge. How did a priest come to afford the buying of slaves? Doesnt that go against the very religion hes trying to promote? he asked. 19

Kythanus and his religion, which came into prominence in the days of the Adaran Empire, had never been something that Jevar understood. In his mind, there were severe contradictions between the teachings of the God and the behaviour of his servants. We worshipped other Gods on the Serpents Tail, she replied. I know nothing of this Kythanus, other than that the people of Cross adore him. By this time she had moved to the chair that the priest had previously occupied, though she made a much more pleasing sight across the table than he did. Ive lived in Cross my whole life, and I dont worship Him, he mentioned, and Elicia apparently could think of nothing to reply to that with. So they sat in a somewhat awkward silence for several moments, before Jevar decided to change the subject. Is the priest a good master? he asked, thoughts streaming into his mind suddenly. She thought about it, and then shrugged. I suppose so. Ive never been a slave before this, so I have no way to compare him. He is kind, but a little distant. He was talkative when he firstbought me. She hesitated a moment, obviously uncomfortable using the word. He does not interrupt while we work and keep his house. He sort of ignores us really. What sort of work does he have you do? he said, turning the conversation wholly on her. Is it hard? He has a head housekeeper called Nariam, and she is very strict. She gives Garilsan and myself our work, and she gets furious when it is not done properly. I like Ilran and Olnor, though. Theyre very kind. He smiled at her. Youve got a very proper way of speaking, for a slave. You said you came from the Serpents Tail? She nodded. My mother was a Lady there, but she was killed by raiders from Enok, and I was kidnapped and sold. Her face grew pained as she spoke of it, as though just recalling the tragedy was terrible thing. Would you Jevar began, consider leaving Cross? What do you mean by that? she asked, intrigued. I am a slave now, and I could not leave if my life depended on it. Nariam would hunt me down. He looked deep into her eyes, hoping that she did not really believe what she said. Your life does not hang in the balance, Elicia, he said, using her name for the first of many times, but mine does. If I do not escape from this city, I will die. You are the only one who can help me. How could I do that? You do not deserve to die for your crimes, but it would only mean my life as well were I to help you. That is true, he acknowledged hesitantly. But only if we are caught. If we can escape the city, we can go into hiding and no one will

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ever find us. You could go back to the Serpents Tail, and I could find a new home for myself. Isnt that something you would want? Yes, she admitted, but I wouldnt even know if anyone still lives there. It was a slaughter when I was captured, and it is more than likely that anyone I knew is dead. Either way, Ive got a decent life here in Cross. There is a lot of work, but it is not too difficult. Ive got my own bedroom and a wardrobe of my own clothing. Why should I give that up for a life on the run? Because you are a slave, girl! Jevar snapped. He might not, but the fat priest would have every right to beat you to death if you did something wrong. What about this Nariam? You hate her, and she hates you right back, from what youve told me. If you leave, youd never have to put up with her again. Please help me, he begged. I cannot do this on my own. What should I do? she asked, interested again. You are the priests helper. He will bring you to the execution ceremony, when he reads the sentence on my soul. Youll have to bring a knife, or some other weapon that is easy to conceal. I dont wish this for you, but you will have to kill the headsman if we are to get away safely. I do not know about this, was all she said to that. Please, Jevar begged one last time, think about it. It was at that moment that the priest waddled his way into the room, preventing the slave-girl Elicia from responding. Come, Elicia, the priest said in his soft tones. Were going back home now. Im sure Nariam will have something for you to do when we get there. With that, Elicia took up her pen and parchment and packed them away in a bag, before silently making her way out of the room behind the priest, but hopefully not out of Jevars life entirely. All he could do now was hope and trust in the goodness of the girl hed just met. Maybe, he thought, this is the time to start praying.

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She thought of the prisoner all that day as she was working, and for most of the night she lay awake, unable to sleep with his plan stuck in her head. It made sense, the idea. She could bring a knife and kill the headsman with it, so that they both could escape and then live the lives they wanted. That part made sense, anyway. She did not like the idea of being chased around the countryside until she reached the Serpents Tail, if that ever happened, only to find a bloodstained peninsula with none of her friends or family still surviving upon it. And she would have to live out in the wilderness for days and weeks, possibly even months before she got anywhere she wanted to go. That could entail sleeping under hedges, eating poor rodents that were too slow to run away, and being soaked to the bone every time it rained. If she stayed with the prisoner, though, he could help to provide for them. That might not be so bad, anyhow. He was pretty, for a man, with thick red-gold hair on his head and a thin dusting of it on his chin and upper lip, and a comely face to match. His eyes had been what had caught her attention most, however. They were the perfect grey colour of steel, and, on the Tail, grey eyes meant strength. He wouldnt make such a bad travelling companion, now that she thought hard about it. As an added bonus, she would be away from Nariam permanently. Elicia got only two hours of sleep that night, and when she woke up she felt as though she hadnt slept at all. She was still dead-tired from her work yesterday, and she only had another full day of work to do. She pulled on a plain white work shift, and was ready when Nariam came to get her. Father Siamorn was entertaining guests that evening, Nariam told her as they walked down the stairs together, folk from Laael in the mountains who wanted to know more about Kythanus. They were rich people, and so the meal that night had to be fitting for some of their stature. That automatically meant that Elicia would not be cooking, for which she was very thankful, but it also meant that she would have to go to the market with Garilsan to buy supplies. That prospect was not as exciting, but it was made better when she learned that Ilran had to make a trip there as well, for a separate reason, and that they would be walking together. First off that day, Nariam had Elicia cleaning the dining rooms for the guests later, and that ate away the entire morning. She had to wipe off and polish the tables until they had a polished sheen to them. She had to sweep the hard wooden floors til they were spotless, and she had to water the plants set out on the table. Without being

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commanded to, Elicia set the tables for dinner already, so that she might gain some extra points with Nariam. When that was done, and Garilsan finished her first duty of the morning, they found Ilran and made their way out of the manor and to the markets in the southern sector of the east side of the river, south of the Castle. As they walked, Ilran and Garilsan swapped stories. Ilran talked of a man hed met the previous day at the docks. He had come from Taylus to the south, on the shores of the Great Lake Taylus for which the city was named, and he spoke with the oddest of accents, which Ilran imitated to the great enjoyment of his two companions. As usual, Garilsan talked of herself and her own escapades, which were none too exciting. Altogether, it was an enjoyable walk, and Ilran parted ways with them as soon as they reached the Forum, to make his way to his own business. This, unfortunately, left Elicia alone with Garilsan. I dont know why in the world Father Siamorn made you his assistant, the older girl said as they walked to the grocers stand. Elicia, frankly, did not care what Garilsan thought, but she held her tongue as the other girl spoke. Youre too quiet and boring, not to mention new. Sure, youre pretty, but there are others who work for him that are more so. Ill make sure to tell Nariam that you think so highly of her, Elicia responded without looking at her companion. They arrived at the grocers, and while she bought the necessary foods for that nights dinner with the money shed been given, Garilsan continued talking. You know that I didnt mean Nariam, she said, and when she realized what that implied, she snapped, Dont you dare tell her that! Then she sighed. I was referring to myself. I would make a much better assistant for the Father, and he should have chosen me for the position. Elicia merely shrugged her shoulders and continued with the transaction. Unfortunately, Gari, she said, using the name that she knew the other girl hated, he did not choose you. He chose me, though I do not know why you are so envious. It isnt all that prestigious a duty. Garilsan apparently could not think of a witty response to that, and so she was silent as they continued about the forum. Apart from the food, she purchased several candles for the priests study, along with a thick stack of parchment and some ink. It was mid-afternoon before they finished with their tasks, and they had no money left to buy themselves food, so they made their way back home. As they passed by the castle, however, Elicias thoughts were once again filled with the offers of the prisoner boy. If she did decide to leave, Garilsan could have the job she longed for in the priests

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household, and Elicia would no longer have to listen to the older girls whining. They crossed the river through a throng of people going about their daily business, and soon after that they arrived back at the tall manor, which was a sight to see in the poorer district on the west side of the river. They entered into it and Garilsan made her way directly to Father Siamorns study with his supplies, leaving Elicia with the task of going to the kitchen with the food, to where Nariam would almost certainly be. When she got there, she found the plain-faced woman looming in the center of the room with her arms folded under her breasts. The look on her face suggested severe irritation, possibly even rage, and Elicia knew that there would be yelling going on in the next few moments. What took you so long? Nariam asked, her voice surprisingly calm, yet very cold. There were many people in the Forum, and we had to make our way through dense crowds. That added greatly to our time, she responded immediately. You realize that the Fathers guests will be arriving in less than two hours? I cannot make the meal I intended within that time period, foolish girl, she scolded. Mayhap I will have you do the cooking, so you can take the blame when its all done, she said, her nose high in the air. Mayhap Ill slip poison into your food, Elicia muttered, hoping that Nariam wouldnt hear. What did you say? Nariam snapped at her. Her hand suddenly whipped through the air to strike Elicias face in a blow so strong that it sent the younger girl to the floor. Elicia cursed and ran off to her bedchambers, locking the door behind her and ignoring Nariams banging on the door. She was going to help the prisoner boy now, if only for the fact that she would be away from that witch of a woman. The drums rolled louder than thunder as Jevar made his way under guard to the center of the castles outer courtyard. Standing far ahead of him was a heavily muscled man in a heavy black cloak and cowl, who was sharpening an enormous axe with a whetstone, the axe that would be removing his head in a few minutes. Jevar had confessed his crimes to the Lords of Cross the previous day, sparing no detail and even adding those that were necessary. It had not required much in the way of thinking for the lords to condemn him to death, and he was sent back to the deepest dungeons to await his execution the following day. Now, he walked with ten fully armed and armoured guards, keeping his head bowed low so that he would not see any of the people in the crowd. 24

He heard shouts and cries and laughter resounding throughout the Castles great yard, and the people who had come to see the death of a poor thief whod harmed a much loved lady were restrained only by the line of soldiers. They spit at him and cursed his family as he walked down the path. The joke was on them, however, for he did not have any family to be cursed. He arrived at the center of the square just as the drumming swelled to a climax, and Jevar wanted to plug his ears. It was a steady beat, clear and loud, and yet it was the worst sound that Jevar had ever heard in his seventeen years. The drummers themselves were excellent, and played their parts well. This music, however, symbolized his death. Standing behind and off to the side of the tall headsman was the fat priest hed met with the previous day, along with his only hope for survival, the auburn-haired girl called Elicia. Had she done her job properly, he might just survive this terrible thing and escape the city to a life of freedom and solitude. It was a cold evening, and the girl had donned a heavy grey cloak over her long gown and thick shoes, perfect clothing for travel. He took this as a good sign. He himself was clothed only in the rags that hed been wearing since the day of his captured. Covered in the grime and filth of days in the darkest of dungeons and smelling of his own waste, Jevar knew that he must have made a sight to see out in the castle, where all the rich folk in their fanciful clothing had gathered to watch him die. It was then that the fat priests voice rang out among the crowds, louder by far than the voice hed used the previous day. For a start, the fat man read out loud Jevars full confession of guilt, which only made the crowd more and more furious with him. After that, he spoke new material. People of Cross! he began. This boy is guilty, by the word of his own tongue, of striking a lady of your city. As you know, the Lords and Ladies of Cross take on the role that was first played by the great Reman Adaro himself, who is now chief among Kythanus advisors. This thereby makes the lords and ladies of our fair city almost Gods in their own right, and as such the law demands that they be treated as befits their ranking. The striking of one of these is equivalent to the attacking of the great Emperor himself, and this surely warrants death by human law. Last night, I beseeched Kythanus to give me answers regarding the eternal fate of this young man standing before you. He is dead, by human standards, but life can be continued after death if one is righteous in the sights of God. Well, He responded to my hours of questioning with a single word, and that word was death. Jevars heart sank. With that one word, all his hopes of being saved after his head was rolling on the bloody cobblestones were dashed to pieces. He would die, yes, and then afterwards he would

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spend all eternity burning in the deepest of hells. Unless Elicia helped him, that is. And so, people, I pass on the responsibility of ending this mans life to our highly experienced headsman here, the fat priest finished. With that he moved back to his former position, and one of the guards around Jevar seized him by the arm and forced him to where the headsman stood. His head was thrust into the dip in a bloody chopping block, where his head would promptly be removed from his shoulders. Jevar could have wept as he watched the headsmans axe rise into the air, and a single tear spilled from his eyes when it was at its peak. Then, suddenly, the headsmans throat exploded in a swirl of blood and veins, the steel blade of a long knife poking through it. There were screams in the crowd, and almost without thinking Jevar leapt to his feet and began running, distancing himself from the guards around him. He slipped through the net of soldiers, grabbing the girl Elicias hand as he went, and together the two of them, both criminals, dashed out of Castle Cross and into the darkening city. They were pursued by absolutely everyone who had been watching, the crowd surging forward as they made chase after the prisoner who escaped. Jevar looked back in time to see the fat priest fall flat on his behind as the mob overtook him, and to see heavily armed guards chasing him. A single arrow whizzed past him and Elicia, and the two of them ducked under the lowering portcullis just before it shut. Continuing at an enormous pace, Jevar and Elicia were gasping for breath by the time they ducked into an alleyway beside a blacksmiths workshop. Smelling the smoke from the smiths fire, Jevar had an idea. Wait here, he commanded Elicia, and come find me if you see anyone coming for you. With that, he entered the smithy. The inside of the workshop was dark, and devoid of human life. Fortunately for him, he found a long hunting knife hanging on the wall, along with a steel shortsword. He took both, planning on giving the knife to Elicia, then he slipped out of the shop again. He handed her the knife without a word, and the two of them continued running. They were almost at the river, when Elicia started flagging. We should stop, she said between breaths. If we stay hidden for the night, then we can escape the city tomorrow under the cover of the crowds. For now, everyone will be searching for us. Fine, Jevar said, acknowledging the wisdom of her suggestion, well do that. Find us a place to stay, and well wait til morning to leave. Together, they found an abandoned shed in the harbour that they decided to spend the night in. It was small, and not the ideal place for two people to sleep in, but it would have to do. They were now wanted criminals, after all.

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They woke the next morning to commotion on the docks. Jevar quietly belted on his stolen shortsword and opened the door, looking out. The whole harbour was crowded with people from all over, men, women and even children who spent their whole lives at sea, along with those merchants who came to the docks to get the best deals on merchandise. Fortunately, no one was making any move towards the shed, and so Jevar slipped out and into the crowd. He moved about the people, silently hoping that no one would recognize him as the escaped prisoner from the day before. If they did know him, fortunately they made no mention of it to anyone, so he was able to continue walking about unnoticed. He thought about buying some food for himself and Elicia, but he had no money on him and he did not know whether she did or not. The docks were the busiest location in the entire city of Cross, which was saying a lot, as it was one of the largest cities on the continent. The hustle and bustle of the masses moving about the dockyard distracted any who were looking for him. He made his way to where a boat was docked, and two men stood talking with a finely dressed merchant. It was a large carrack, a three-mast ship made for trading and speed. Jevar reached the two men, who were dressed in heavy woollens and cloaks, despite the warmth of the morning, just as the merchant left in a huff. These were men from the north, from Enok based on the caps they wore. Ho there, boy! one of the men called to him, the larger one of the two who wore a thick grey beard on his chin. Are you looking to trade? Jevar shook his head. No, friends, he replied, Im looking for passage on board your fine ship, for myself and my sister, he said, making a story on the spot. To where do you next sail? The two tall Enok men exchanged a glance. Well be sailing upriver next, for trading in Craerock. We dont take passengers on, though. All her cabins are full up of crewmen, and, no offense intended, but you dont look the sort who can afford to buy up our own cabins. Jevar frowned. We only need passage for a ways north, so we can get a few miles out of the city. Around the bend from Gods Glory, and we would get out of your way for good and all. We could stand up on deck the whole time, if need be. The large man shrugged. The only problem I can see is getting you back down to shore. Why do you need to go out of town by river anyway? The gates work just fine, and its a more direct route to wherever youre going if you take the road.

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Its more of a hassle going that way. My uncles farm is just a ways off from the river past Gods Glory, and it would take a much shorter time. So? Can we or not? Its fine by me, the Enok man said. What do you think, Troi? The other man said nothing, merely nodding his head in agreement. Its settled, then, the first man said. We sail in an hours time, so make sure you and your sister are ready by then. Ill ask you to bring five silvers, for the ride. He saluted to Jevar. See you then. What is your name, anyway? he asked. Relar, Jevar lied, taking on the name of Remans father. He saluted back, then turned and left with a smile on his face. As everyone in the city knew, the men who inspected the ships were bored and uncaring people, who let any ship pass through. An enemy army invading the city could enter by ship, and no one would be any the wiser, much less two young criminals. They would get out of Cross safely. First, though, he had to get Elicia. Unfortunately, Jevar had entirely forgotten where she was. As far as he knew, Elicia was still in the old shack, but he could not recall were that building had been. Retracing his steps, Jevar slowly made his way back to the shed they had spent the night in amidst dense crowds of people, to find the door swinging open. He entered into it cautiously, seeing no one. There was nothing inside, but for the discarded junk of people who knew nowhere else to put it. There were no signs of Elicia in the shack. Whereve you been? The voice startled him, and Jevar jumped around, his hand moving to the shortsword belted at his side instinctively. He drew it a fingers width out of the scabbard, but then slammed it back away when he saw Elicia standing before him with a frightened look on her face. I was out, trying to find us a way out of the city, he said, irritated, while you still slept. For your information, I woke up only a short while after you, but you were gone and could not know that, she said matter-of-factly. And what do you mean by that? I thought we would leave by the gates. The river is quicker, not to mention safer. Well have a better chance for escaping by that route, he said. What sort of supplies do we have on us, in terms of money and food? She chewed on her lower lip, thinking. Well, before I left the manor, I sneaked into Nariams room and stole a purse of silvers from her wardrobe, as well as some money from the priests study. Weve got no food, though, unless you brought some. He shook his head. Where would I have gotten food? he asked, an eyebrow lifted. I was in the dungeons, or dont you remember that little detail? 28

She frowned. It doesnt matter. The ships captain is charging ten silvers. Do we have that much? She nodded. The purse is mostly full. About fifty silvers inside, I would guess, maybe a few coppers as well. She reached into the pocket sewn onto the inside of her cloak, withdrawing the purse. Here, she said, tossing it to him, you hold it for now. How much did you take from the priest? he asked, hanging the purse by its drawstrings from his worn leather belt. Looking around to make sure no one was overhearing, she whispered her answer to him, Twenty gold pieces. His eyes went wide, hearing this. Twenty gold! he spluttered, unable to think up a more complicated sentence than that. All she could do was nod. Youll put the poor fat man on the street! By Remans sacred blood, how does a fat old priest get that much money? Hes the last survivor of a wealthy family, Elicia explained. Ive been told by Ilran, one of the workers there, that Father Siamorn has a vault filled with gold, money that hell never spend. Thinking of Ilran saddened her. She wouldnt ever hear his funny stories again, or see his comely face. She would miss him more than anyone else from the manor. Jevar cursed. Then he wont be missing this, will he? Hell, Elicia, weve got enough to pay for a trip to the Serpents Tail! Lets go buy some food, for the trip. Smiling more broadly than he had done in quite some time, Jevar turned and began walking towards one of the shops on the harbour. Elicia soon followed after, but protested as they went. We should keep the gold for an emergency fund, in case something terrible comes up. Use the silver to buy food, and to pay for passage on the ship. Fine, he grumbled, irritated that he wouldnt be able to spend the gold coins. Hed never handled such valuable currency before, and he wanted to feel like a wealthy man, even for a few minutes. They arrived at the shop, and Elicia asked for dried fruit and nuts, while Jevar did the more sensible thingin his mind, anywayand bought some meats: venison and beef, mostly. When the shopkeeper told him the price, Jevar set a pile of coppers on the counter, then he asked for a bag to keep the food in. The plump woman who tended the store handed him a finely made leather bag, but demanded more money, so he reluctantly handed it to her. After stuffing the food and the money into the bag, Jevar slung it over his shoulder. Finally prepared, they began the walk to the Enok mans ship, Elicia asking questions all the way. Can we trust this captain? What is his name? Jevar answered both questions with a simple I dont know, but she persisted with more inquiries, demanding to know the entire life 29

story, or so it seemed, of the ship captain that Jevar had met only briefly most of an hour before. Most of the questions he could not answer, but there was one that he knew. Where does this man come from? Enok, Jevar simply said, irritated with her questions by this time, and thinking nothing of it. At this her eyes went wide. What of it? he asked, frustrated. Im from the Serpents Tail, she answered with a seemingly unrelated statement. I know that. So what? He was beginning to think that his questions were only raising more questions, instead of gaining answers. She threw her hands up into the air. Do you know nothing of what happened there, of the reason Im here in Cross? He shrugged, and she sighed disappointedly. The Serpents Tail was raided almost a month ago, its people slaughtered. By raiders from Enok, Jevar! How can I trust anyone from Enok after that? This captain may have murdered my family, or my friends, for all I know of him! Now, thats just irrational, Ellie, he said. He did not know where the nickname came from. It had just popped into his head, and he had spoken it. And it doesnt matter besides. Be he one of the killers or not, he wont recognize you, and he wont have any reason to harm you. Were paying passengers, remember? With the last question, he jangled the bag on his shoulder, and the coins inside made a rattling sound. Elicia opened her mouth to respond, but by that time they had already arrived at the ship. Captain! Jevar called out, interrupting her. Youre right on time, Relar boy, the man replied. Were just setting off now. He looked to Elicia. This is your sister? She is indeed, Jevar replied with a grin, though sometimes I wish she werent. The captain got close to him, then, with a nudge, he whispered, You might want to keep her away from the crewmen, if you take my meaning. Theyve been onboard for six months now, with no womenfolk to keep them company. And she is certainly a pretty one. Jevar winked at him. Oh, Im not worried. Anyone who tries to take her is in for a painful surprise, he said, remembering the way the headsmans throat had erupted into a pile of blood and gore on the ground in an instant. Take my hand, lady, the captain then said to Elicia, and Ill help you up on deck. Im called Yalra, and Im the captain of this here vessel. Thank you, captain, she said, taking his hand, and together they made their way up onto the ship. 30

When they were safely aboard the ship, Captain Yalra released her hand and let her go back with Jevar, before he starting shouting commands to his crew. The gangplank was lifted, and the oarsmen in the back stuck their long oars into the mud of the rivers floor, using them to push the ship out of the dock and into the river. From there, the rest of the crew dipped their oars into the water and made a few clean sweeps, gaining enough forward momentum to push them the rest of the way to the edge of the city, where the ship would have to be inspected. The whole affair of inspection went by quickly and smoothly. Two officers, clad in boiled leather armor and bearing no weapons, boarded the ship and made to check the ships cargo. They found only trade goods, and the ship was cleared to leave. All throughout this, Elicia kept her head hidden under the hood of her cloak, and she saw Jevar looking out at the city, deliberately turning away from the inspectors. Fortunately, it all went smoothly and they were able to leave within twenty minutes of being stopped. From there, Elicia watched as row upon row of oarsmen steadily pumped their paddles to the fast beat of the drummer who sat at the stern. They made good progress, covering the distance between Cross and Gods Glory, which was a good ten miles, in a matter of a few minutes. As they sailed, Captain Yalra made conversation with them, and Elicia found that she rather liked the man, despite his homeland. Slowly the conversation advanced as she talked about his being from Enok, and she discovered that he had not been back to the island in the Sea of Steam for almost twenty years, meaning that he could not have been part of the raiding. She warmed to him quickly after that. He had inherited the boat, called the River Dancer, from his father when he had been only fifteen. He had already become a proficient sailor and captain by that time, however, and it did not take him long to set up a profitable agreement with the major river citiesLaael, Cross, Craerock, and Rivers Endwherein he would provide them with goods from the other cities, and they would pay him for transporting them. He had soon amassed a small fortune doing this, and he planned on retiring from it within the next few years. Fortunately, this Captain Yalra was quite the talker, and over the course of the short sail, the conversation never made its way to her and Jevars history, so they were easily able to keep up the ruse of him being her brother. When they were about a mile past the tower of Gods Glory, Yalra called for the ship to come to a full stop. She did not see how it was done, but Elicia was surprised at the speed and ease of the stop, and greatly impressed with the skills of the sailors.

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She nudged Jevar roughly when Captain Yalra was not looking. Give the man a few extra silvers, when he asks for payment. Hes been kind to us, and he deserves it. Whatever you say, Ellie, he said, using his new name for her. She was unsure whether she liked it or not. He moved towards the captain, then patted his shoulder. The tall man turned around, and Jevar offered to give him the money they owed. Yalra only laughed, though. You dont have to give me anything, Relar boy, he said with a smile. We didnt go out of our way at all, so it was no extra effort. Besides, Ive enjoyed the company of your charming sister all this time, and thats payment enough, I should think. Youre too kind, Elicia said. Then she made to give the friendly giant of a captain a brief, but warm embrace. Thank you for your help, captain. May we meet again someday soon. A boat was lowered for them, and Jevar and Elicia waved as they were slowly pushed towards shore, where they hopped out and left the River Dancer behind. What happened to not being able to trust those from Enok? Jevar asked as soon as the ship was out of sight. They walked along the shore for a ways, watching the fast-flowing, but perfectly blue water as they went. He was not part of the raids, she said with a shrug. How do you know that? He hasnt been in Enok for twenty years, so he couldnt have been part of the raiding party, she said. I took from our conversation that he was none too fond of his homeland. Well, then! he said. I was right. What are you talking about? Smirking, Your fears were irrational. Our Enok captain was perfectly friendly and kind, and not at all savage. Youve gotten over your fear. She smacked his arm playfully. Oh, be quiet! The two of them walked for hours, talking to each other without fear for the first time since they had killed the headsman. They walked and talked until the sun was down and they decided to make camp. Jevar fell asleep quickly, if his snores were any judge, but Elicia was haunted all that night. The image of the executioner as he died filled her mind that night and she gained very little sleep. She saw his blood flooding out from a gaping hole in his throat, his head hanging on only by a thin strip of skin that had remained undamaged by the knife. Suddenly, and without warning, the face on the severed head turned to Jevars, and fear filled her once more.

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When they woke the next morning, they broke their fast on fruit and cheese, a decision that Jevar did not appreciate. He was carnivorous, or so he liked to think, and a meal in which there was no meat was hardly a meal at all in his mind. They spent the first half hour after waking rationing the food, with Jevar making certain that he got most of the meat in his portions, which Elicia did not argue over. In fact, Elicia hardly said a word that morning. As they rationed, Jevar sometimes stole glances at her when he thought that she wasnt looking, and her face was as pale as that of a ghost. There were dark circles around her shimmering blue eyes, which were oddly pale that morning. It looked to him that she had had no sleep last night, when he had fallen into unconsciousness the moment hed closed his eyes. She was troubled, obviously, so Jevar asked her what the issue was. She simply shrugged, however. Nothing is the matter, she said, forgetting the question after that, though she looked strangely pale all that morning. Aching from sleeping on the ground, after Jevar and Elicia had finished rationing he stood up and stretched, ready for another long day of walking. They would go north, for now at least, as it was the only way away from Cross where there was the least traffic. Where they would go later, he did not know. It was warm that morning, and Elicia put her cloak into the bag that Jevar held over his shoulders before they got moving. They were in the sparsely wooded grasslands to the north of Cross, and it was the same scenery all throughout the lands between the River Erivol and the River Inaveh, without much differentiation. Past Rivers End, though, were the mountains, beyond which were the great sands from which Reman Adaro hailed originally. They started walking north soon after dawn, and as they went Jevar worked out the logistics of the trip. To the north, which was the only safe direction they could travel, there were hundreds of leagues of prairies between Cross and Craerock, about six hundred, if his tutoring at the hands of his parents had been accurate. He guessed that they could walk about three leagues a day, if they walked almost constantly the whole time, which would mean two hundred days of walking to get to Craerock. A daunting figure, but it would be two hundred days of the search for him cooling off. From Craerock, he could go on to Bealar, where he vaguely recalled having some distant relatives through his parents. They were his foster parents, technically. The fisher family that had taken him in when he was but a boy had been the only family hed ever known, and they had been taken away from him after six

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seemingly blissful years of normality. During that time, he thought he recalled being visited by relatives of his parents, and that the visitors had come from Bealar. Hed have to find them, though, and that could take a long time. Time, though, was the one thing he had that he would not run out of soon. Ellie was being abnormally quiet. After about an hour, he realized that she had not spoken a word in all that time. This was unusual for her, he gathered from the two days hed spent in her company. Shed hardly said a thing since going to sleep the previous night, and he found himself almost missing the clear sound of her voice. Once, in a particularly boring stretch of lush green grass without a tree in sight, he tried to make conversation. What happened on the Serpents Tail, anyway? This, as he would soon realize, was a terrible mistake. His one, poorly misguided question opened the floodgates, and Ellie cried more tears then than hed ever seen someone cry all at one time. Seven words was all that it took for an entire three hour stretch, throughout which the silence surrounding them was broken only by the quiet sobbing of his travelling companion. Needless to say, he did not attempt conversation again for a long, long time. It was a raid, she said, a few hours later, when she was finally finished weeping and Jevar was engulfed in an awkward silence. Pirates from Enok had slipped into the bay, undetected by own galleys, and a great army of them landed at the base of the peninsula. From there they had crawled their way up the Tail, sacking city after city as they went. They let no one escape, though, and we heard nothing of it until they attacked my own home. I was out walking in the woods at the time, and I did not know what was going on until a band of them killed my friend Mykel and took me prisoner. Jevar did not, could not respond to that. He did not know whether it would be appropriate for him to try and comfort her, or for him to curse all the gods for letting this happen. In the end, though, he said nothing, and she was content to let the whole thing go. The following days went by almost uneventfully, and Jevar and Ellie spent the whole time watching grass sway in the light wind and ships paddle up the River Erivol on their way to other stops on trade routes. Several times they saw galleys sailing past with Crosss banner, a perfectly white depiction of Gods Glory set on a field of red, hoisted as a sail, and each time they hid by laying flat on the ground. They met no other humans on their way, though, and the only sign of life other than the ships were the small game that roved through the prairie grass. It wasnt until late on the third day after their short voyage along the river that they met other humans. They had climbed a steep hill that day, Jevar leading to protect Ellie from anything that met them on the other side, and as they came over the rise they saw an old 34

farmhouse in the distance, a simple stone hut with a conical straw roof that looked out across the river on one side, and was bordered by fields on the other. They made their way cautiously towards it. Jevar made three sharp raps on the thick wooden door, his other hand on the hilt of his sword as he knocked, before he heard angry grumbling on the inside. There was the sound of feet on a wooden floor, then an old mans voice. What do you want? it demanded, giving no credence to courtesy. A place to rest, maybe some food to eat, Jevar replied. Weve been sleeping on the cold dirt these past few days, and wed give anything for a nice bed or a pile of straw even. He leaned up against the door. Can we enter? There was more grumbling, but the door soon began to creak open, the strain of the heavy wooden door on the rusted old hinges making a high-pitched whine. Standing inside the doorway was a sternfaced old farmer, whose hair was entirely white, and his mouth lined from years of frowning. I dont know if I should let you two inside, he muttered. Theres been bad things going on in Cross, I hear, with criminals breaking loose and slaves running away. Since the one boy as was going to be killed got loose, theyre all trying to get away from the axe. I assure you, man, Jevar said, with only a quick glance at Ellie, we are no criminals. The old farmer shook his head. I cant just take you on your word, like that. Fine, Jevar said, somewhat frustrated. I swear on the blood of Reman Adaro, we are no criminals. Does that satisfy you? The old man, still frowning, looked at the sword belted at Jevars side. Well, thats good enough for me, but Ill want your swords and weapons in case youre lying. Without a shred of hesitation, Ellie took her knife and gave it to the man, silently telling Jevar to do the same. He did, though with much reluctance. Then, the old man turned and walked into his house, followed by his two new guests. They would not be getting any beds to sleep on, Ellie realized immediately after she walked into the hovel. The old man lived alone, as was apparent by the mess everywhere, and there was only one bed tucked away in the corner of the room. It was lit only by a single candle, which was guttering by now and about to die. There was enough light, though, for Ellie to realize how filthy a man this old farmer really was. Surrounding the bed were old, stained clothesshirts, breeches, even soiled smallclotheswhich the man had not bothered to wash, or even to hide. Piled up on his table were used dishes, and the floor

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could hardly be seen through the muck of spit and filth that lay atop it. Sorry for the mess, he said, dismissing the problem with that. Apologetic or not, Ellie knew that she was not going to be spending the night in this mans house. It was worse even than the slave markets that shed spent her first weeks in Cross living in. That had been dirty, full of children running rampant, and smelling of mould, but it looked a grand palace in comparison to this. Well, Ive got no beds for you, but theres a barn about a mile off, if you want to sleep there. Since the wife died, Ive not been comfortable sharing a room with anyone else. As for food, well theres some stew left over from dinner. Its not the best stuffthinner than rats piss, it isbut itll satisfy your hunger. He sat down heavily in a chair and let out a heaving sigh. Tell me, sir, Jevar said, what is your name? Call me Arlay Veran, if you want, he replied, picking his teeth of some strange looking black gunk. Ellie frowned, and said nothing. She did not imagine she would be having many good conversations with this creature. Well, Master Veran, I would love a bowl of this stew, thin or not, Jevar said. He looked to Ellie. And one for my friend, too, I should think. Weve been walking all the past few days, so our legs are aching and our belts are far too tight. Id be fine drinking this rats piss you talked about, if it came down to that or nothing. He smiled at the farmer. Theres bowls in the cupboard and stew on the counter. Help yourselves, if you please, he said. Ive been out working, too, and Im just going to sit here and have myself some rest for a while. You can eat your soup, then make your way out to the barn. When Jevar hesitated, he snapped, Come on boy! Im too busy for your lounging around, so get a move on. Jevar turned away from him and, rolling his eyes, began searching through the cupboards for bowls. When he found two, he began dishing up stew from the pot on the counter. He handed a spoon to Ellie, and the two of them began to eat. After the first few bites, Ellie began to think that she would prefer the rats piss to the stew. It was thin, watery stuff, with old mushy vegetables and meat that should have been used long before. The broth was flavoured with spices that were much too bitter, in her tastes, and there were odd chunks floating in it, and she had no idea what they were. The soup was cold, besides. Jevar did not seem to share her opinion of it, though, as he got up to ask for more! So as to seem polite to this man, who obviously did not deserve the courtesy she was showing, Ellie begrudgingly finished her bowl, slurping down the last bits with a pained look the whole time. The very instant she was finished, though she stood and said, We should go 36

find that barn now, Jevar. Weve taken enough of good Master Verans time, and he obviously wants to rest. Fine by me, Jevar said, just let me finish this bowl. When he did, he added, Thank you for your food and for your barn, Master Arlay. We will think back on this night fondly for long months to come, as this is probably the last food well eat that isnt dried and salted. He bowed to the old farmer, whose eyes were closed and who did not seem to realize that hed said anything. As they walked out, Ellie thought she heard him snoring. He seemed a fine enough man, Jevar said when as they walked to the barn. The tall brown building stood out in the middle of a field of growing wheat, and there was a thin pathway of dirt leading towards it. Not someone Id like to share an afternoon with, or anything, but decent enough. Youre joking, right? Ellie asked him, shocked that he would even think such a thing. When it was apparent, through him shaking his head, that he was not joking, Ellie laughed aloud. He was quite possibly the filthiest man Ive ever met! she said. And believe me, since leaving the Tail I have met quite a few of them. Well, you can hardly blame him for that, can you? Jevar asked. His wife died, he said, and hes probably venting his sadness through disorganization and filthiness. She was probably the one who cleaned up around there, anyway. Her eyes grew wide at this. And what do you mean by that, Jevar? Well, I didnt mean anything by it! he said in his own defence without hesitation. Its merely that I didnt take him for one that would spend an awful lot of time cooking or cleaning, particularly if he had a willing wife that he could make to do it for him. Honestly, thats all I meant. Of course, she said, then sped up to make it to the barn before he did. The barn was smaller on the inside than it appeared from without. There were two floors, the ground and then a loft, with piles of straw scattered all throughout it. The ground floor, it appeared to Ellie immediately, had been the home of many animals once, although there were none there on that occasion. It reeked of manure, but it was almost better than the farmers house. Nevertheless, they decided that it would be better for them to sleep up in the loft. It was wide and long, and there would easily be space enough for both of them. They spent near ten minutes gathering up straw from all parts of the top floor and piling it into makeshift beds near to the ladder. Attempting sleep, they both lay warm and comfortable on their individual piles as the sun sank low to the horizon. Where do you plan on going, when this is all through? Jevar asked her suddenly. 37

She did not know the answer to that, really. Her initial plans had been to go back to the Tail and find out if there were any survivors, but that seemed almost folly now. If anyone had survived the carnage there, they were likely slaves to some wealthy family in some large city. She would never find them again. It did not make sense for her to go anywhere else, though. All her family had lived on the Tail, and they were now either dead or in slavery. She once had met a minstrel from Laael whod come to play in her hometown, and there were also travelling merchants and entertainers that shed met over the years, but that was basically the extent of the people she knew from outside of the Tail. I dont know yet, she finally responded. What about you? Well, Ive been thinking about this for a while now, and Im thinking Ill go to Bealar, where I think Ive got some distant relatives. I dont know their names, and it may prove impossible for me to find themBealar is a large townthough thats the plan for now, he answered. Ellie, are you sorry that you chose to leave Cross with me? Yes and no, she replied. What does that mean? Well, sometimes I think that Im sorry for leaving Cross, yes. I could have had a good life there, with a gentle master and some fellow workers that could have proved to be great friends, she said, thinking of Olnor and Ilran. Ive not been sorry yet, however, that I left there with you.

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They woke the next morning to the sound of hooves pounding the grassy earth. Jevar rose first, and, filled with curiosity, he made his way down the ladder from the loft and towards the door. Outside of the barn, he could see the farmers house from most of a mile away, and he noticed a troop of horsemen riding towards it at full speed. Ellie woke soon after, and made to join him. Together, they watched as one cavalryman dismounted and began knocking steadily at the door. The farmer came out, and the two men engaged in a conversation that they could not hear. The discourse ended with Master Veran pointing to the barn, and the horsemen beginning a slow trot towards it. Remans blood, Jevar cursed. Theyre Cross men, out looking for us, more like than not. If they find us here, were dead for sure. He cursed again. Lets hide under the straw over there, in the corner. Theyll expect us up in the loft. He dashed across the barn, running through hay and manure alike without care. He buried himself in the straw, pulling Ellie under with him. They had just managed to get hidden when they first heard the voices of the horsemen outside the barn. This could be it, one of them said. If we catch these two, well be richly rewarded, you can bet on it. Jevars heart began to race, faster than it had when he was about to be executed. He wanted to scream, to jump up and fight these men, but he realized that theyd left their weapons at the farmers house. Because of this, he contented himself with biting his lip and staying silent, his hand clutching Ellies. As the voices grew louder, it became apparent that the soldiers were now inside of the barn. You and you, check the upstairs, demanded the leader of them, or so Jevar assumed. The rest of us will search down here. Whoever finds them can have double rations tonight as we bring them back. There were loud noises then, the sounds of metal boots stomping on dirt and mail shirts rattling. Straw crunched and swords were drawn. There must be almost ten of them, he thought, worry almost overcoming him. They had to get out of the barn, he knew, or else they were going to be caught and killed. Over the noise, Jevar squeezed hard on Ellies hand, in a silent signal. She looked over at him, and he nodded, barely breathing. Suddenly, he leapt up out of the straw, with Elicia following closely behind. More soldiers had entered the barn than Jevar had thought. A score of men suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Remans blood, one the soldiers cursed, its them!

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Who are you men? Jevar demanded, thinking on his feet. I demand to know why youve entered my barn, with swords drawn, no less! He received pitying looks from the soldiers, and one of them, the man whose voice theyd heard outside, came forward. He was tall and muscular, his helmet removed to reveal a balding head of grey hair and long white whiskers streaming from his upper lip. Everything about this man emanated a familiarity with command, and his face was stern as he spoke. We are soldiers of Cross, a squadron of elite cavalrymen sent out to search for two wanted criminals that fled the city three days past, namely the thief Jevar Adaro and the murderer Elicia Iliman. We know that this is not your barn, and we are of the impression that you are these two criminals that I speak of. Thusly, we are arresting you on the suspicion of guilt of thievery and murder. I would ask you to come with us now, without struggle, and you will have a chance to present yourself before the Lords Council. He motioned to one of the men standing near him. Seize these two, and bind them. Then man started moving towards them, his sword drawn threateningly. Not knowing what there was to be done, Jevar instinctively made a break for the barns back door, pulling Ellie along with him. The soldiers, based on the noise behind them, made chase, and soon it was an all-out pursuit. They dashed over soft green grass, with their pursuers close behind, then they charged into the wheat fields, crushing the poor grains beneath their feet. Weve got to get to the house! Jevar called to Ellie, and she did not respond. They arrived at the door soon afterwards, and Jevar pulled on the knob and pushed his way in. The farmer, who had been snoring loudly in his chair, leapt up in abject terror, fleeing to a safe spot beneath his bed. Jevar quickly scanned the room, looking for their weapons, when he saw them resting undisturbed on the counter. He grabbed his sword and handed the knife to Ellie, before they had to run away again. Once outside, Jevar realized how truly terrible their position was. Their pursuers were almost to the house, having had to run in full armour, and there was nowhere in sight that would be suitable to hide in. The house and the barn were obviously out of the question, and there was hardly a tree to be seen, though that would be no help anyway. It would make little sense to run across the plains, for their chasers had horses and they would be easily overtaken. That left only one option. The river! Without saying a word of his thoughts to Ellie, Jevar pulled her along, covering a great amount of ground, until they were on the banks of the enormously wide river. It must have been two or three miles thick, and Jevar could barely see across it. Stopping for a moment to

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look at Ellies face, he saw the incomprehension painted in her expression. You want us to swim? she asked incredulously. What other options do we have? Jevar replied. We cant rightly fight twenty armed soldiers, so this is our best shot. Ill go in first! And with that, Jevar plunged into the chill waters of the River Erivol, gripping Elicias hand tightly as he went. The River Erivol was an oddity. Beginning at Lake Taylus in the far south, it flowed steadily northwards, past Cross and Craerock until it ended in the Bay of Matrav, which was the northernmost border of the Adaran Empire. Apart from the River Inaveh, though, which was a tributary, Erivol was the only river in the whole of the continent that flowed to the north. Shivers overcame Jevar Adaro, and mind faded into a state of unconsciousness as the current roughly forced him and Ellie upriver. The uncomfortable texture of sand was in her mouth as Ellie finally awoke, and when she opened her eyes the white powder stung them. She sat up, her clothes damp and her limbs aching, and wiped at her face with a dripping sleeve. The sun was bright in her eyes, and as she shielded herself from the light she realized that she knew nothing of where she was, and recollection flooded back into her suddenly. Jevar? she asked, her voice weak. When she heard no response, she coughed into her hands and tried again, louder and more worried this time. Jevar! There was silence, apart from the rushing of water beside her. She cursed aloud, at the top of her voice, pounding her fists on the sand of the riverbank. She never should have gotten into the river when Jevar suggested it. It had seemed a poor idea to her from the first, and now she and Jevar were separated. Most like he had smashed his head on a rock in the river, killing himself in his attempt to save them. At this thought, Ellies stomach heaved, and she vomited the previous nights soup into the river. Though her whole body was shivering and soaked, she felt a single spot of warmth on her left arm. Rolling up her sopping sleeve to see what was wrong, she quickly released it when she saw a deep, bleeding gash above her elbow. It took all her will not to vomit again at the sight of the pale, ragged flesh. Pain that she had never known before, worse even than the shackles, swept into her like a flood. She should do something with the wound, she knew. But what? She had no knowledge of medical things, nor any tools to work with even if she had. Still, she ripped a long strip from the bottom of her dress, leaving an improper section of her leg revealed. Had she still been on the Serpents Tail, she would have been forced to change immediately, and if shed still been in Nariams company she would

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in turn that they were wet, but not ruined. At the last, he took out the two purses of coins, and he loosened the drawstrings to prove that none of the coins had been lost. When she sighed with relief, he smiled a broad grin. His red-gold hair damp and pressed to his forehead, Jevar Adaro looked more ragged to her than shed ever seen him. Somehow, though, he looked almost more appealing than normal. Thinking of this, Ellies cheeks began to burn with embarrassment, but she did not believe that he noticed. Well, the river doesnt seem too bad an idea anymore, now does it? Jevar asked, still smiling his broad white smile, the corners of his mouth turning into the small craters of dimples. Were alive, weve got all our supplies still intact. Were alive. Thats more than could be said for us if we had fought back, huh? Yes, yes, Ellie reluctantly agreed, Youre brilliant. Well, if youre so smart, then what do we do now? He shrugged. Walk, I guess. Thats all we really can do. He looked longingly at the food piled on the bag in front of him. We could do with a break, though. That was a jarring swim, and I for one am very tired. And so, they decided to stop for the day, and they ate more than that days rations. They attempted to justify it by saying that theyd not eaten from their stocks the day before, but both of them knew that they were being somewhat foolish. They had lain down on the sand, both attempting to get a full nights sleep before walking again, when Jevar gasped. What in Gods name happened to your arm, Ellie? She had almost forgotten about the wound above her elbow since Jevar had returned, and now she was filled with a renewed pain at thinking of it. The makeshift bandage that held it shut was soaked entirely with blood now, and the crimson liquid was beginning to seep out from beneath it to soak the sand beneath her. I must have scraped it against a rock in the river. Ill be fine, she told him. At the very least, were cleaning it out, he told her. Now, lets have a look at this scrape. Moving to her, he pulled the blood-soaked cloth off of her arm, and as it left it pulled at the torn flesh, causing so much pain that Ellie could not help but cry out. This wont take long, he said, and then we can get you a cleaner bandage. Its too bad we didnt buy any while we were still in Cross. He helped her to her feet and then he supported her as they walked to the river, his arm around her shoulders to support her wounded arm. Kneeling down, Jevar released her and filled his cupped hands of river water, which, because it was constantly changing, was cleaner than normal. He poured the water out of his hands and onto the gouge in her arm, creating such a sting that made Elicia wince in pain. 43

It could have been worse, though, and it served to clean out the dirt that had collected in the blood. As Jevar continued putting water on it, til it was almost a continuous stream in itself, it began to feel better and better. It was as if there was magic in Jevars hands, which made her pain more bearable. For the time being, without an actual bandage, Jevar merely used her knife to cut a strip out of her cloak, after asking permission of course, and tied the soft fabric around the wound. We will find a village soon, Ellie, and someone to heal that cut, he promised her, and Ill be here by your side until we do. You can count on that.

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Chapter Eight Ellies arm only got worse as they made their way across the plains. It was beginning to swell, and a sickly yellow pus began leaking from it. The wound stank to all hell, and Jevar was having trouble ignoring it. They needed to find a city or town; even a village witch doctor would do by that time. And they needed to find it quickly. But there was nothing out there but grass and rocks out there! Trees were beginning to crop up, as they were considerably farther north than they had been before the incident at Farmer Verans hut, but still no villages, no houses, and no humans. They had left the river behind them, and they only had a single bottle of the clean water left to drink between them. He wanted to use it to clean the wound, but Ellie insisted that they would not die of thirst out in the middle of the plains in an attempt to save her from infection. They were running low on food as well. The rations that theyd bought in Cross were almost gone, with only scraps of meals gone by left over for them to eat now. Game was becoming increasingly scarce, which frightened Jevar. It was the height of summer, and he had thought that hunting would have been plentiful up here, especially where the vegetation was growing thicker. Still, though, there was little or nothing available. Because of this, Jevar could not pass up the opportunity when he saw a rabbit bounding past their feet. It had been midmorning, four days after the incident with the river, and a full week out from Cross, and Jevar had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the sudden burst of movement out in front of them. He quietly drew his shortsword and, telling Ellie to stay where she was, he made his way after the little beast. It was a speedy thing, but so was he, and he soon found where the thing had been running, on the outskirts of a thin copse of trees. He chased after it, moving in among the trees, his thoughts filled with the image of a rabbit slowly roasting over an open fire, revolving slowly on a spit that he steadily turned. The thought made his mouth water, strengthening the resolve he had on catching the little hare. Looking straight at the ground, Jevar scanned the treed area with hungry eyes, searching for some sign of the rabbit. He found it chewing on some mushrooms that grew at the base of an oak tree. He smiled to himself, spit rolling down his chin, and he moved forward slowly, cautiously, until he was within five feet of where the animal sat eating what would be its last meal. Jevar readied his sword, prepared to jump at the hare and deliver a hard, killing blow to the head, where none of the meat would be wasted. Jevar was about to pounce, though, when an arrow came, seemingly out of nowhere to pierce cleanly through the poor creatures tiny body.

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Terrified, Jevar leapt back and took a position behind a tree, ready to fight whatever came his way. Nothing did, however, and Jevar was beginning to question whether what hed seen had even been real, when he heard voices. That was a damn good shot, Kaln, if I may say so. Of course it was, Rudie, came another. Did you expect something less than that? The way you brag, one would think youre the Swordhand himself, said the first, apparently called Rudie. Ive seen better shots than that, though Ive probably not made any. Oh right? asked Kaln, his voice outraged. Give me one good example, and I might be inclined to believe you this time, though youve not got the best record for being truthful. With the ending of the last statement, Kaln and Rudie stepped into Jevars field of view, with Kaln stooping to claim his kill. Now, if only Id gotten the other beast I saw walking around here. It was a big old thing, and it looked like to steal the rabbit from me. It ran off right quick after I shot the hare, though, Kaln said. Well, what was this beast? Rudie asked, his voice filled with disbelief and his facial expression matching it. A bear, it looked like, Kaln answered, standing on his hind legs like it thought it were a man or something. If we can find it again, well have more meat than any of the other groups this month, and the Swordhand will reward us. Its got to be around here somewhere, if it just ran off after you shot, Rudie replied, putting his hand on the pommel of the sword he carried. Kaln nodded in agreement, removing a new arrow from his quiver and setting it to the bow, without drawing back just yet. Jevar stepped out from behind his tree. Im no bear, he told them, drawing their attentions to him. Without hearing, Kaln pulled back the arrow as far as he could, and Rudie had his sword out in an instant. Remans blood, Rudie cursed, its just a boy. He smiled in relief, trying to hide the fact that hed thought it a bear attack just moments ago. Kaln was not so easily calmed, though, and he kept his arrow nocked and the string pulled. Set your weapon down, lad, he commanded, and tell us who you are and what youre doing here. Jevar complied without hesitation, kneeling down to set his sword in the dirt. I am Jevar Adaro, formerly of Cross, he told them, and I am here on my way to Bealar, where Im meeting with family. I was chasing that rabbit there, because my friend and I are hungry. I did not know you were hunting the same game, though, or I wouldve given it to you without question.

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That sounds true enough to me, Kaln, said the man called Rudie, a short and stout man with thick red hair and trusting eyes. Put down your bow and let the boy go on his way. Fine, Kaln obeyed, loosening his tight grip on the bowstring until he could remove the arrow and put it back into his quiver. He was tall, this man, with closely cut black hair and a cleanly shaven face. His eyes were the darkest of blues, and he wore a black tunic, all the darkness giving him an air of power and mystery. Go on your way, boy. I wish you well, and I hope you and your friend can satisfy your bellies soon. With that, Rudie and Kaln turned to make their way back to their homes, but Jevar stopped them with a word. Do you perchance have a physician where youre going? Yes, Kaln replied, why do you ask this? My friend is wounded badly, Jevar said. Shes taken a bad cut in her arm, and I believe its grown infected. She needs to see a doctor immediately, or she may die of it. Well, be glad, boy, for weve got the best of physicians back at home, Rudie said. He was trained in the lands south even of Lake Taylus, where the people are wise and learned. They know much of healing, or so Joradan says. Hes the physician, and hell be able to tend to your friend. Beaming with happiness, Jevar said, That is excellent. I will go to get her, then Ill bring her to this Joradan to see what he can do about it. Jevar rushed to get Elicia, and he returned moments later to find Rudie and Kaln still waiting for him. This is your friend? Kaln asked, and when Jevar nodded, the tall man gave an approving smile. Come, lets find Joradan, Rudie said. Hell be in camp, which is about three miles away. If you dont think you can handle the walk, lady, we will be more than willing to carry you there. Youre too kind, but I can walk on my own for now, Ellie said, pushing through the pain. They began making their way then, going slowly for Ellies sake. Her arm was causing her great pain, and the jolting of each step was hell for her, Jevar could see. As they walked, Rudie introduced himself. Im Rudlan of Laael, but all my friends just call me Rudie. This here, he said, is Kaln. Hes a hunter, and Ive just been tagging along this afternoon and stroking his ego. Oh, shut up, Rudie, Kaln said. Those were good shots, and you know it. I never said that they werent, Rudie argued right back. All Im saying is that you dont need to boast about it. He sighed. Hes from Cross, so hes naturally stubborn, if you dont mind me saying so. Better stubborn than fat, Kaln said, beginning an argument that would last for the remainder of that trip. 47

After getting out of the dense copse of trees, it was all grass and hills until they arrived at their destination. Jevar and Ellie , despite the two men arguing next to them, were politely silent and they smiled softly to themselves as Rudie and Kaln exchanged insult after insult. Finally, as they crested on final hill, they looked down on a great city of tents. This, Rudie said, interrupting Kalns insult, is our home. The short man led the way into the camp, and as they entered Jevar was amazed at what he saw. There were hundreds of tents here, and hundreds of tents meant almost twice that many people. The land all around the city was occupied by farms and fields of wheat and grains, corn and vegetables. Inside of the city itself, which was defended by a low palisade wall, there were several hastily built, but semi-permanent buildings around, including a granary and a barracks. Stretching out behind and to the side of the barracks was an enormous drilling yard, which was filled by men honing their skills and practicing for battle. These buildings were made of wood, though, and the only stonewalled and fully permanent building was the physicians, where Rudie was leading them. Ellie could not help but scream in anguished agony as a small, steel knife cleaned off the mutilation of her wounds, cutting away chunks of rotten skin soaked in the horrible yellow pus. This would hurt much less if youd stop squirming, muttered the physician Joradan. Sometimes, when she began flailing her arm, his knife would slip and cut into the uninfected skin, causing even greater pain than before. He was at it for more than three hours, before the wound was finally cleaned out fully. He poured some clear liquid from a vial into the wound. What it was, Elicia did not know, but it burned hotter than the fires of hell itself. She cursed the doctor in her head as she downed another potion that was meant to lessen the pain. While it did not eliminate the agony, it certainly lessened it to a dull throbbing, which felt almost heavenly in comparison. Thank you, medic, she murmured, wishing she were dead. Well, itll still hurt for a while yet, but it will heal, Joradan said. Be careful, and do not get anything in that, and it will grow back within a week or two. She winced as he wrapped the wound in a fresh bandage. For now, I believe that someone has come to see you. Rudie had returned to the building, and he talked to Joradan and Jevar who stood by her bedside. The Swordhand wants to see you two, he said, looking to Ellie and Jevar. Ill bring you to him. With Jevars help, Ellie managed to get back up out of the bed, and make her way over to the door where Rudie stood. The short man led them across the camp, past rows and rows of tents where men, women and children went about their business. They 48

soon arrived at a large tent of orange canvas, which stood out from the dark greens and blues of the other tents surrounding it, so Ellie assumed that it belonged to the leader of the camp, the Swordhand, as Rudie had said. Rudie did not enter the tent, but opened the door and let Jevar and Ellie go inside, while he waited without. Inside there was a long military table, at which a man sat eating his lunch. So, you are the two newcomers? the man asked. Yes we are, Jevar replied. I am Jevar Adaro, and this is my close friend Elicia Iliman. Well, I am Connad, called the Swordhand by many. So Connad Swordhand I am, leader of this settlement, of this band of rowdy thieves and brigands, the man said, pushing the food to the side of his mouth and talking around it. Youre obviously wondering why Ive summoned you here. Sit down, and Ill tell you. They complied, and Jevar pulled out a chair for Ellie before taking one for himself. As leader of this establishment, this settlement, I take great responsibility for the people who live here. So, I have made it my vow to visit and learn something about each of the people who decides to visit, on the off chance that they may wish to harm the residents. He looked deep into Jevars eyes, his face totally serious. Do you mean to harm the residents of this settlement? Jevar shook his head. No, sir, we do not, he said, his voice trembling. Then, Connad Swordhands serious face erupted in a burst of bellowing laughter, which lasted for such a long time that Ellie and Jevar could not help but laugh as well, albeit awkwardly. When hed finally finished, he went on. Then what is your purpose for being here? he asked. We came to get fresh bandages for my arm, Ellie said. It had been growing infected, and your physician Joradan cleaned it out for me. Connads eyes went wide. Where did you come about an injury like that, lady? he asked. Elicia told him, and then to explain why they were in the river, she had to tell him about the incident at Verans farm. Soon, she ended up telling the story in its entirety to this strangely likeable man. Well, youve had an exciting week, no? he asked, smiling a perfectly white smile. You will want to rest a while, I should think. Ill have someone prepare a tent for you two, so that you can shed this weariness and think clearly again. When youre ready, we will talk on what your plans are for the future. He winked at Ellie. I have a feeling that theyll be quite different than what youve expected, now that youre here with us.

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Lets stay here, Jevar said suddenly, breaking the pleasant silence that had fallen. What do you mean by that? Ellie asked, looking across the table at him. They were playing a game called Castles and Conquerors, in which one player had to defend their city from an invading army by a series of dice rolling. Ellie was the invader and she was winning. Since their conversation with Connad Swordhand four days before, the two of them had been relaxing. In the days they either read or played the game, at night they rested, Ellies arm getting better all the while. Jevar shrugged and moved a cavalry piece against one of Ellies undefended archers. Ive been thinking, Ellie, he said, not paying attention as he rolled the die and won the skirmish, that maybe we should stay here in camp. I mean, weve been here a week, and its been great. Theres food aplenty, theres work for the both of us, and no one cares about what we did in Cross. Ellie chewed on her lower lip, fuming at the loss of her archer. I thought we would only stay here until my arm healed, then move on to Bealar. Didnt you say that youve got relatives there? Yes, I did, Jevar admitted. Theyre relatives of my foster parents, though, whove been dead for most of five years. They wouldnt remember me if they saw me, nor I them. It just makes more sense to stay here. In a single turn, Ellie eliminated Jevars whole cavalry force with a few spear units, leaving a pathway open directly to his main piece. I suppose youre right on this one, she said. Roll the die. Jevar did, and lost his general in the process. This meant that the game was over, and Ellie the victor. In the four games that theyd played that day, this was the first the Ellie had won, though she was not near as proud as shed expected she would be. It was a poor victory, as Jevars mind had been elsewhere as they had played. We couldnt rightly stay in the same tent, though, if this is going to be permanent. An eyebrow lifted on Jevars face. And why not? It wouldnt be proper, Ellie said. Weve only known one another for a matter of weeks, and all those but the last four days have been on the run. We hardly know each other. Jevar laughed. This camp is filled with rebels and thieves; the Swordhand even said so! Most of them are murderers, some of them rapers. What right would they have to question the propriety of the two of us sharing a tent? Im a murderer, too, Jevar, she said. That took him by surprise. Killing the headsman was not murder, Ellie, he assured her. You were doing it at the defence of a friend. No

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gods, not mine or yours, can say that that isnt a noble and righteous act. You were a convicted criminal waiting for execution! That isnt the point. What Im trying to say, is that I seriously doubt that anyone will contest us on this. She shook her head. Fine, we can share a tent, she relented. But we had better go and tell the Swordhand of our intentions first. He might want to know of two new residents in his settlement. Jevar pushed his chair back with his feet and stood. Alright, lets go tell him. Right now? The sooner the better, Jevar said. Then he smirked. Or did you want to play one more round first? I want you to try harder this time. The last one hardly counted, with you so distracted. Still smiling, Jevar sat back down and began resetting his pieces. You want to stay here? Permanently? Connad Swordhand asked, looking at Jevar curiously. He nodded. Why, by all the Gods, would you want to do that? the man asked, seemingly confounded. This is a den of brigands! There are some good people here, of course, rebels with a righteous cause who joined me after being exiled from their homes. But that is the minority, the rest being criminals who seek nothing more than to get revenge against the people that called them scum. Its our best option, my lord Swordhand, Ellie said politely. Our only option. Remans blood, dont call me that again, he warned her. Im no lord, just a rebel. Connad ran his hand through the coarse black hair that fell to his neck, his blue eyes filled with something. Whether it was worry or something else, Ellie could not tell. Do you know how I became known as the Swordhand, Jevar? he asked. Jevar shook his head, unsure of where the question had arisen. Youre a great swordsman, I would guess. Youre not wrong. I was born Connad Narson, son of the Lord of Rivers End. With five older brothers, I was the opposite of likely to inherit anything in the way of power, wealth, or land from my father. I wanted these things, though, and so I sought to earn them for myself, something my brothers would never do. Since soldiering was profitable at that time, I decided that that was what I wanted to do, and so I threw myself into training with the sword and bow. That is how I achieved the title of Swordhand. Within three short years of entering the army of Rivers End as a recruit, I was a blademaster and the lieutenant of five squadrons of infantry. My superiors began to take notice of me, and soon I received word that 51

the King of Laael was looking for a new captain for his personal guard. He wanted me for that position, I had been told, and so I made my way off to the halls of the Mountain Keep. He stroked his rough black goatee, thinking of his story. Now, I am not telling you all this to boast, Jevar. When I arrived at Laael and took the position as Captain of the Kings Guards, I saw firsthand how corrupt, how evil the monarchy there was. The king was making friends with the richest and most powerful of his lords, building lavish castles for them, and throwing enormous parties with splendid feasts. I loved these things at first, as with my position I was allowed to join in the merriment. Soon, though, I saw what the Kings rich lifestyle was doing to the people of his nation. They were working days and nights, trying to provide for their families and earn enough to pay the hefty taxes placed on them by their uncaring King. I hated this, and I spoke out to the king about it. He told me that there was nothing to worry about, but I did not fall for that. I went to the bottom of the mountain and told the people exactly how much their king thought of them. Nothing. Though I did not want it to progress so far, my actions raised the whole nation in revolution, and the king was eventually overthrown and killed. Before that happened, though, the king found out and he called me an outlaw and I was forced to flee the country. People kept coming to me, however, wanting my help to fight their tyrannical leader. I relented, and led them in their rebellion. I was no king, though, and I could not lead them any farther than what I did. I knew that the other cities were as corrupt as Laael had been, and would be again because of the leader that the people elected, but I did not want to fight again. Instead, I decided to make a city on the plains, free from the corruption and greed of the rest of Remans broken empire. He paused, putting his hands on the table. Do you understand why Ive told you all this? he asked. Despite it being a tale that Jevar could not stop listening to, he did not decipher any relationship it had to their previous conversation. When he said as much, Connad sighed. You want to join this city, right? My only condition for it is that you hold the same ideals as I did when I decided to create the settlement. Youll have to be selfless, kind, and compassionate, but also strong and brave. This will be a fortress for those who are abused by their rulers, for those who seek a light in the darkness of today. Can you be those things? Could he? Jevar did not know. Never before had he been asked to be selfless. The last few years of his life, in fact, he had had to provide for himself, stealing food and money in order to survive. In order to do that, he had to be uncaring of who he hurt in the process. That was how he had survived. 52

He could be strong, though. He always had been, since his original parents had left him, and even more so after his foster parents had died. I can, he said finally. I will. And you, Elicia? She nodded. Well then, Connad said. You entered this camp two people running from justice, seeking help in your time of need. Now, you will stay here as members and crusaders of the people. Welcome, Jevar and Elicia, to your new home. Smiling broadly, he shook both of their hands. Now I must tell you something that I havent told anyone before, he said. When this settlement was first formed, we were attacked by men from Laael, straggling supporters and loyalists to the former king. We had no defences, and we were beaten badly. All of us who survived, though, have continued moving about the plains, keeping our goals and dreams in our minds, but unwilling to settle anywhere out of fear. Now, though, our numbers have grown too many to continue with this wandering. It is time for us to make a permanent city, with true buildings and stone walls, a standing army as well. There are almost a thousand of us living here, and now we could fight off those who want to defeat us. He paused. Rudlan and Kaln will want to know of this. Theyre my two senior advisors, and they should hear my plans. You stay here, I will go and find them. He stood up and walked out of his large tent, going off to search for the two men theyd met the day they arrived in the camp. That day, much was decided regarding the future of Connad Sworhands city out on the plains. For hour upon swiftly fleeting hour, Jevar and Elicia sat in that room with Connad Swordhand, Rudie, and Kaln. They talked of leadership, of military matters, and of trade and economy. In those hours, they decided how the city would run, and who would run it. There would be a council of noble men and women who shared Connads ideals. They suggested people of good repute from among the residents of the camp, hard workers and creative minds, people who were inventive and intelligent. These men and women would make decisions for the city, taking into account what the residents wanted and needed. The army, they decided, would be led by one of the council members and by any officers that he or she appointed. The militarys sole purpose would be for defence, and they could only make war against another nation if they felt their security was threatened. After several hours of long, sometimes heated conversation, Jevar began to feel as though he was not needed there. Great men were discussing great things, of which he had a small part in. He was just a common thief, where Connad was a rebel and a blademaster, a great man if ever there was one. 53

Id like you to be a part of the army, Jevar, came Connads voice, startling him out of his thoughts, part of the first batch of recruits. From what Ive learned of you, youre an intelligent lad. Youll climb the ranks quickly, along with the rest of your peers, and soon youll be equal in stature to Rudie and Kaln here, unless one of them has replaced me as leader by that time. Im no soldier, sir, nor have I ever been, Jevar told him. I wouldnt know what to do, and Id make a terrible officer. Im just a thief. Connad chuckled. Why, thats what your superiors are for! Theyll train you, shape you into the best damn soldier there ever was. Someday youll be a better swordsman than me, Jevar, and then youll know that youre more than just a thief. There is one thing that weve left to decide until now, my friends, said Connad, looking at them over crossed hands, though it is an issue that needs to be dealt with now. What shall we call this city? How did we not think of this earlier? Rudie asked, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand in a gesture of mock exasperation. All those around the table thought about this. It seemed such a trivial matter now, after all the discussions that had taken place that day. They had decided how the city would run, how to military would function, even who should do the major jobs! And now, they could not think of something so small as a name. It should be something to do with freedom, with liberty, Jevar suggested, since it is a place to be free from the old empire. Connad nodded. I like that idea. Though we cant rightly call it simply freedom or liberty. Why not? Rudie asked. Its just one word, and too common a word, at that. Cross is a common word, the short man argued. Besides, if the word stands for an idea, then it is all the better. I fully agree with Jevar on this one. Learoel. All the men looked at Ellie suddenly, hearing her voice at the end of the table. Leerowel? Rudie asked. By Kythanus, what is that? Sounds like gibberish to me, Kaln said. Then, suddenly, Connad began to laugh. Of course! he said. Its pronounced lee-arr-o-ell, Rudlan, and it means liberty in the Old Tongue. He looked at Ellie suspiciously. How did you know that? She shrugged. The language is still spoken on the Serpents Tail, along with what you know as the Common Tongue. My tutor taught me, though I havent spoken it in months. Thank Kythanus that you know it, then! Connad laughed. This is my favorite suggestion. Whos in favor of Learoel? he asked them.

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The city seemed to rise up around them in the wink of an eye, the gruelling and arduous work seemingly taking no time at all, until it was nearly finished. There were houses for nearly all the residents, churches for all the gods, and a newly improved and enlarged barracks to house all the fresh recruits for the army. There were workshops that lined the newly paved streets, a clothier and cobbler, a bowyer and blacksmith, a tanner and a locksmith. Wood was brought in to Learoel from the forests of the north, stone from the mountains across the river. Along with the resources came people, folks from all over looking for safety and security in the new city. Hundreds of peasants had come there, along with many slaves seeking to escape their masters whips. Jevar and Ellie were expected to work, of course, though with so many hands available to do what needed to be done, they did not have much to do. They helped in the building of a house for themselves, though, a small stone hovel with a shingled roof. Isnt this wonderful, Jevar? Ellie asked, standing in the middle of a room and looking around herself. It was the houses main room, and sparsely furnished since it had only been completed that day. There was a table there, surrounded by chairs, and an open hearth for cooking. In the bedroom were two thin mattresses for them to sleep on, along with a wardrobe filled with whatever clothing that they had with them. Jevar nodded contentedly. Of course it is, he said, taking a seat at the table. Resting on the hard oaken surface was a Castles and Conquerors board, which he studied as they talked. Its not near as nice as the priests manor, she continued, but its ours. I dont have to serve anyone, nor do I have to submit to a cruel mistress. She laughed. I could sing for joy right now, Jevar! And she did, for a longer time than Jevar would have liked. Shes a pretty girl and a wonderful person, he thought, but her singing is worse than that of a dying animal! He picked up a token, examining the brass figurine of a horseman, his lance thrust out in front of him. Does this mean that we should marry, Jevar? He dropped the piece. What? Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment at his reaction, and she barely met his eyes with her own as she spoke. I dont know, she mumbled. I suppose that I thought, since were going to be living together, that we might as well bewellmarried. A laugh threatened to escape his lips, but Jevar forced his face free of any expression, good and bad, and talked to her again. Youre only fourteen, Ellie, he told her, and, as you said a while back, when wed first arrived here, we hardly know each other.

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paid her any mind. I am going to follow them, she told Jevar. You can stay here if you want, but then you wont know whats going on. He groaned. Fine, Ill come too. But this means that I win, since youre forfeiting. Following the thinning crowd, they made their way all the way to the main markets for the city. There they heard the loud clopping of hooves against the paving stones, amidst the clangour of the crowd and the fanfare of blowing horns. Do you see what it is, Ellie? Jevar asked, standing on his toes to see over the heads of the people. I cant see any she began, only to be interrupted by a piercing whistle that split the ears of all those in the forum, bringing nearly absolute silence. Greetings, people of Learoel! came a loud, resonant voice. Jevar cursed. Im going to see who this is, he muttered, before beginning to push his way through the throng of people, many of whom hed never even met. Surprised, Ellie followed him, mumbling apologies to all those that she had to jostle to get through. I present to you Sir Kevon of Rivers End, blademaster and Knight of Lord Narson! the voice shouted. Jevar pushed through to the front of the crowd, followed closely by Ellie, and marvelled at the sight waiting for them. Thirty perfectly white horses stood in a long line, having just entered from the northern gate. Not one of them so much as flicked a tail or whinnied, they were so perfectly disciplined. What rode upon the horses was even more impressive, though. On the front four sat knights clad in their full steel armor, brilliantly crafted plate that fit them perfectly and shined brightly in the noonday sun. Their tabards depicted a white fishing trident on a yellow background, the sigil of House Narson of Rivers End. The man in front had his visor lifted, and his lips were curled in a broad smile. Welcome Sir Knight, to this, my humble city, came Connad Swordhands clear voice. We are glad to have you, along with all your companions. He gave Sir Kevon a hand in dismounting, the knights armor making an unbelievable amount of noise as he moved. Go home now, people, Connad shouted, and give me a chance to welcome our new guest. At Connads command, the people began to disperse, but for Ellie and Jevar. Instead, they moved forward to meet this guest for themselves. By all the ancient gods, Kevon, Connad exclaimed, why didnt you send word that you were coming? The knight removed his helmet and hung it from the hook on his saddle. His head free, he shook his head hard and ran a hand through his lengthy blonde hair. Then he laughed, a melodious, almost intoxicating sound. Where would the surprise be in that? Then he put his arm around Connads shoulders and embraced the big man.

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I find Im liking surprises less and less as I get older, Connad said. How long has it been, Kevon? Twenty-three years, or thereabouts, Kevon replied, still smiling. Not since you left Rivers End for Laael. How did you end up here anyway? I heard that you had a good thing out in the mountains. Connad chuckled. Its a long story, my friend, but one for another time. Come, well go back to my house and swap stories. He began leading Kevon away, but then stopped as he caught sight of Ellie and Jevar. What are you two doing here? he asked. Is something the matter? No, Jevar said, shaking his head. We heard people running here, and we just came to see what the commotion was, Ellie added. I suppose I cant blame you for that, Connad said, as I did precisely the same thing. Its just my old friend Kevon come for a visit, though. Nothing to worry about. He paused. Kevon, these are two friends of mine, Elicia Iliman and Jevar Adaro. Adaro? No, Im not related to Reman in any way, Jevar replied before the knight even had a chance to finish. He heard that question a lot. Connad laughed again. These two arrived in Learoel about six months ago. In fact, Elicia was the one who came up with the name. Kevon appeared impressed. Learoel, he said, thinking. What sort of name is that? Dont you remember your studies? We were taught by the same teacher, Connad said. Its the Old Tongue, and it means liberty. Ah, I remember now, Kevon lied. Anyway, how did such a young girl come to know such an old language? Im from the Serpents Tail originally, Sir Knight, she said quietly. The old language is still kept in high regard there, and spoken on formal occasions, or by the highly born. You seem like an interesting person, Elicia Iliman. I should like to know more about you sometime, he told her with a wink. And what of you, Jevar? How does one acquire the name of an Emperor, without having been related to him? Adaro is not so common a name that just anyone would have it. One would have to take it on for himself, Jevar replied, his voice more arrogant than Ellie would have thought proper. I never knew my parents, and so I never knew their name. I called myself the name that was most honourable in the world, the name of the man who conquered it. Kevon smiled at him. Let us hope that you are befitting of such a fine name, he said, and then turned to his old friend. Cannot we begin the walk to your house? he asked. Its been a long journey, and I would be grateful for something to sit on other than a horses rump.

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Sir Kevon laughed, ripping a piece of bread into bits and then letting them soak in the gravy on his plate. So, Connad. Tell me how Learoel came to be, how you ended up here when you had been living comfortably on the mountains of Laael. Despite what you may think, Kevon, Connad began, quietly sipping his wine, I developed morals as a boy. When I saw how the government of Laael was treating its people, I had to do something, so I led a revolution against the king, which proved to be successful. I was not ready to be a king, though, so I left and came here. Eventually I got the idea to start my own city, free of corruption and of any attachment to the Old Empire. Kevon scratched his chin. Interesting But youre ready to be a king now? Thats where this city seems to be headed for, becoming a full-blown kingdom. Connad shrugged. Thats something Ill be ready for should the need ever arise. I dont think that it will, though. Our idea was for a kingdom without a king, led by a council chosen by the people. There will be no ultimate power, no high authority to abuse the lesser folk. That is what were trying to get away from. Connad emptied the remaining wine into his throat, and then stood up from his chair. Anyway, thats enough about Learoel. You know just as much, if not more than most of the people here. Tell me of Rivers End while I pour us some more wine. What is there to tell? Kevon asked. The city is functioning as always. There hasnt been too much change since you left, though that was twenty years ago. Life is boring in Rivers End, as you once knew. What of my brothers, then, and of my father? Is he still well? God knows hes getting old. He was near fifty years when I left, so he must be seventy by now. Im sorry, Connad, Kevon said. Your father fell ill just a few years after you left. None of our physicians knew what the sickness was, let alone how to treat it. They tried their best, but there was no helping it. Your father slipped into a long sleep about a week after falling sick, one that he would never wake from. Connad sighed deeply. Thats too bad, though I cant say I didnt expect it. He was old and growing weak, even when I was with him. He placed a goblet, full almost to the point of overflowing, in front of himself, and another, less full goblet in front of Kevon. My mother is well, no? She was much younger than my dad, and a hale and strong woman at that. Oh yes, shes alive and well, and helping your eldest brother lead the country in your fathers absence. He hasnt married yet, though all your other brothers have. Rumours tell of him havingodd tastes. Connad could not keep in the laughter, despite the disheartening news of his fathers passing. Truly? My brother? 61

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tell of our misconduct. Before that, however, I took this woman by force. Remans blood, Kevon! Connad exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table. That isnt so bad. It is just one of the consequences of war for women. She was going to die anyway, so it does not matter. Kevon sighed. It happened again, though, and it kept happening all throughout that campaign. The other men turned a blind eye to it, and let me do as I would with them. They were enemies, of course! I was within my rights as a conqueror. He pressed his eyes closed. But then I started forcing myself upon the camp followers, night after night, and it became more difficult for them to ignore. Then we were at the city, and the fighting distracted me from the urges. For a time anyway, and I could not act upon them even as we were running back home to Rivers End. It was when we got there, though, that they returned stronger than ever, and I had to do something. Unfortunately, the girl I chose was my commanding officers daughter, and when he found out what I had done, he confronted me. It was then that I did the worst thing a man ever can do. I killed him then, along with his daughter, all to hide the shame of what I had done. What did you do then? If anyone had found out about that, you would have been killed for sure! Connad said, looking at his friend with new eyes. Kevon shrugged. I did the only thing I could. I ran away, like a little coward. I ran, and did not stop running until I was far in the north, away from anyone else. When I finally stopped, I was at the northern shores of the continent, where few men had ever been before. Why did you come back? To confess my crimes, Kevon said. I could not live with myself anymore, knowing what I had done. I returned to Rivers End with a guilty heart, prepared to burn in the deepest of hells for my crimes. No one knew, however. When I arrived back home, nobody knew what had happened, so they figured that I had just left to find bigger and better prospects for my own life. The day I stepped back into the home of my family, I received such a warm welcome from my parents, from my brothers and sisters and cousins. They were so glad to see me come home, how could I spoil that by telling them I was a rapist and a murderer? For what reason did you come here, then? You got your life back in Rivers End, so why did you have to see me? Kevon bit the inside of his cheek. You were. You are my closest friend, Connad. I would trust you with my life, whatever its worth now. For twenty years I have lived with this knowledge inside of me, knowing what I have done. I wanted to, I needed to get this off of my

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Pain filled Jevars whole right side as a blade slammed into him right above his waist. He felt himself falling, but he stretched his own sword out in front of him, so that it caught on the ground and balanced him enough to stand a little longer. It did not make too much difference, though, for by the time he was balanced another blade caught the upper part of the thin mail shirt meant to protect him, and he fell heavily to the ground. Youre going to have to do better than that, boy, if you ever want to be a competent soldier, came the stern voice of Tyrtius the Terrible from above him. Every soldier, infantry and cavalry alike, need to be good with a sword, or else they die in the field. Do you want to die, boy? the man demanded. No, sir, Jevar replied, his voice weak. He thought he tasted the salty flavour of blood in his mouth. Then stand up and keep fighting! You can rest when youre dead. At this rate, with the beatings he was sustaining each and every day, Jevar could see him having a long rest very soon. His ribs felt as though they were broken, and every step was agony. Every single inch of his body was sore from the ferocious attacks of his peers, who wielded wooden longswords, which were longer and heavier than a normal weapon, so that the regular sword would feel weightless in a true fight. Jevar did manage to rise to his feet eventually, despite the agonizing pain of each movement. He raised his sword, his arms fragile, and feebly made to continue fighting. His enemy lifted his sword and brought it back down hard, to clack heavily against Jevars own. Jevar, filled with pain, continued lifting his heavy weapon to block the other mans thrusts, and he hardly felt the blows that constantly landed on his body. That is, until one took him hard in the chin, knocking him back down to the ground again. I dont think that Jevar can take much more of this, my Lord TerribleTyrtius, I mean, said Marck, the tall but none too brilliant fellow who had been beating Jevar to a bloody pulp for the last four hours. Terrible, you say? Sir Tyrtius questioned. He was a sheer giant of a man, with the broadest shoulders Jevar had ever seen, and muscles as thick as Jevars torso. His temper was what made him famous, however. He demanded perfection from all those who he trained, and he was swift with painful retribution to those who went against his will. If youre such a coward, Marck, and unwilling to help this poor moron with his training, then you can hand me your sword and go back to your quarters. Ill see you tomorrow, scrubbing down the bathhouses. Marck did as he was told, handing his sword to Tyrtius the Terrible and running back to his room. Unfortunately, this left Jevar alone with Sir Tyrtius. Get up, weakling. The giant hawked and spat, the 66

disgusting gob landing near to where Jevars head was. Real, honest to goodness battles can last for many long hours. Ive been in fights that have lasted from sunrise to sunset, and even well into the night. Youve only been fighting for four hours, with breaks every hour. Consider yourself lucky that I dont make you clean the bathhouses with that lumbering idiot Marck. Maybe its a good thing that youre such a weakling, anyway. Youre too tired to continue, and Im getting sick of looking at your face. Get out of my sight, and be ready for this again in the morning, boy. Tyrtius took Jevars sword and stomped off, making his way his rooms, where Jevar was almost certain there were tools and mechanisms of torture hidden from the rest of the world. Jevar, tired to his very bones, pulled off his mail shirt and carried it back to his quarters in the barracks. Since he had begun the basic training for the new army, Jevar had had to stay in the barracks every other week, to get himself used to discomfort and hardship, which was a very real struggle in his quarters. The rooms only furnishings were a bed that was too small for him, a chipped marble washbasin so he could keep some semblance of cleanliness, and a dresser to put his clothing in. Since he had very few of those, he kept his mail shirt in one of the drawers. Too tired to wash the dust and grime of a day of hard training away, Jevar plopped down onto his bed. The mattress was thinner than any hed ever slept on and stuffed with straw that constantly poked through the covering to stab his back during the night. It wasnt even as comfortable as the bed he had back at home, but it was better than sleeping on the ground, which he had often done before arriving in Learoel. He stripped off his clothing and sighed, trying to get just a little bit of rest before another round of severe and painful training the following day. Despite his best efforts, though, sleep did not come to him until very late that night. He lay awake on his bed thinking of the troubles and sorrows of living in the barracks. There were no luxuries for him, no books and no games. For both of the two meals that he was allowed each day, he was expected to eat in the mess hall with the other soldiers. The food was bland when it was solid and weak when it was liquid. And the others who shared the barracks with him was one of the worst parts, second only to the intense training forced on them by Tyrtius the Terrible. They were, for the most part, reformed criminals and slaves who had escaped from their hometowns. Most had committed terrible, violent crimes, and so they were expected to pay for them through military service before being allowed to enter true society again. Because of this, though, they were mean and easily angered, violent towards their fellow soldiers. They gave him brutal beatings, even before the training began. 67

Jevar finally fell asleep, thinking of the horrors of being a soldier, even one whod never seen war. When he woke the next morning, he did not bother changing out of the clothes he had slept in that night. Instead he splashed the lukewarm water left in the washbasin onto his face, and then he left his quarters and made his way to the mess hall. Everyone shared the same room for eating in, all of the nearly five hundred new recruits, and it was always crowded right after sunrise and at sunset, when the two meals were served. Jevar scanned the room, looking for Marck, when he remembered that the tall man had to clean the bathhouses. He would be eating alone this morning, or so it seemed. He got into the serving line, taking up a tray for his food. It was cold cereals that morning, a bowl of oatmeal and old dried fruit mixed inside. Jevar ate hesitantly, putting spoon after spoon into his hungry mouth. It was bland, as always, but he put up with it. His only comforting thought was that he could see Ellie again tomorrow, when his week at the barracks was over. Welcome, welcome! Connad Swordhand cried as he saw Jevar and Ellie standing in the doorway. He moved aside, making room for them to enter. Im glad that youve come. Sir Kevon was looking forward to meeting you two again. Indeed I have, Kevon said, sitting at the table. His glass was already half empty of wine, and he sipped more as they approached the table. He smiled, his teeth slightly stained from the beverage. Come, sit down. Were about to begin eating. They did as they were bid, and when they were comfortably seated they began eating of the many foods piled at the table. There were many kinds of fowl, fruits, and foods of all sorts that they indulged in that night. It was the harvest, after all, and time to eat and drink and be merry. They talked that night of many things. They learned of who Kevon was and of how he knew the Swordhand. They talked of Jevars training and of what Ellie was doing to keep busy while he was gone. For the most part, Ellie could not focus on the conversation anyhow, being distracted the whole time. Sir Kevon was the comeliest man she had ever seen, without any doubt. His blonde hair past his eyes of bright green in soft waves, framing his perfectly formed face. She indulged in the melodious sound of his laughter, which came often thanks to the drink, and she enjoyed listening to his talk. Once, when Jevar was engaged in conversation with Connad, Kevons eyes met her own and he winked at her, as he had done at their first meeting as well. Her heart fluttered at this, but she kept calm and tried to listen to the conversation.

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It must be getting near to midnight, Kevon commented. Then his face lit up in a wide smile. This is perfect! Midnight is when the pictures in the stars are most clear. Pictures? Ellie asked. Kevon nodded. Havent you ever seen them? he asked. Well, there is a story told about them. It says that since the time of Reman Adaro who was the Holy Emperor, Kythanus has not been in direct contact with mankind. I believe, however, that our god talks to us through the stars. An eyebrow lifted on Connads face. I didnt know you were so religious, Kevon, he said. Im not, really. I am merely fascinated by the stars, with the images they paint in the darkened sky. He paused, then, and looked directly at Ellie. I have studied them nearly all my life, and would like to share my knowledge with someone. Would you like to see the stars, Ellie, and know what the pictures mean? Ellie smiled, eager to spend some time with Kevon. I would love to, sir, she said, already standing up from her chair. I could come, too, Jevar suggested, apparently interested in the concept of messages in the stars. No, no, Kevon said. You were having a good conversation with Connad here before I so rudely interrupted. I dont want to ruin that. Jevar shrugged and sat back down. Kevon led the way for Ellie towards the back door, and when they exited into the yard they found a soft snow falling from the sky. Its the first snow of the year! Ellie exclaimed, excited, but also a little disappointed. Can you still see the stars in the snow? Kevon chuckled. Not usually, but this is just a very light falling. You can still see them if you look hard, but youll have to be careful not to mistake a snowflake for a star. Ellie looked up into the black sky, seeing the thousands of tiny white lights, surrounded by millions of tinier white snowflakes. They did not look like any picture shed ever seen, though. To her they appeared to be nothing more than lights in the sky. I do not see anything, she said. Then you arent looking hard enough, Kevon said, standing beside her. He pointed up into the sky far to their left. See, that is the Warrior, holding his sword high above his head. He lightly grabbed the back of her head, moving it towards where he was pointing. Now I see it, Ellie lied, growing excited at his touch. Try and see if you can find any others, he told her, smiling. You are a very pretty girl, Elicia, he said, suddenly going off topic. How old are you? Grinning like an idiot, Ellie replied. Im fifteen, sir. Is Jevar your brother? he asked.

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speak in a calm voice. Rigid, the man walked away quickly. Jevar followed. When the Swordhand thought he was out of Jevars sight, around the corner and going towards the backdoor, he broke into a dead run to the door, drawing the shortsword that he always kept at his side as he went. Jevar had grabbed his table knife before following. What good a dull iron, butter-spreading knife would do him in a potentially dangerous situation, he had no idea, but he followed Connad out the door quickly, watching the man curse once again when they walked into the soft moonlight. Theyre gone!

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mud below her pretty face. The tops of her arms were bruised from where he had grabbed her, but that was only a minor flaw amidst such beauty. Would he do what he took her for? They would be looking for him, he knew. Connad would not stop hounding him for the rest of his life. He loved the girl Ellie as he would love a daughter, and he would not rest until her captor was dead, even if he were an old friend. The boy, too, had greater feelings for the girl than he let on. He had seen the way he looked at her over dinner, and especially the sadness that had overtaken his expression when he was not allowed to come out to look at the stars with them. They would have roused the whole city before dawn, and they would scour the settlement and the whole countryside until they found him. Damn it, Kevon muttered. He had made a promise to a friend, his closest friend from childhood. They had pulled pranks on the whole of Rivers End, laughing and playing all throughout their earliest years. This would destroy all that they shared, he was certain. This is your fault, girl, he told her, his words coming before he could think. For more than five years I have been free of this. I followed the laws, paid my dues to society. I was a good man. He cursed again, throwing his ball of straw at the wall of the barn with some force. They were only three miles outside of the city, in the shell of a barn belonging to an old, abandoned farmhouse. It was nearing the dawn, and it would not take long for them to be found. He stood, his mind finally settling on a course of action. Moving towards her, he saw as her eyes snapped open at the sudden noise. She whimpered as her grabbed her by the arms, and when he pressed her against the wall she screamed, despite the gag in her mouth. If only she knew his mind. The sun rose in the west in perfect time with the sinking of Jevars heart. Things were looking bleak, he knew, with five hours passed and not a single clue as to Ellies whereabouts. So much could have happened in that time, horrible sins could have been committed against his best friend. For all he truly knew, she could be lying facedown in some filthy alleyway, soaking in a pool of her own blood. No, he thought, I cannot think that way. We will find her; we will save her. She is alive. They must have talked with half the residents of the city, but to no avail. Shed been taken soon after midnight; many and more of the people had been in bed, resting for another hard day of work. Some had been awake, he knew, but they vehemently denied seeing anything strange occurring. They were nervous, and many had appeared guilty to him, though the Swordhand had assured him that it was just nerves at being interrogated.

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They must have left the city, he muttered to himself, though Connad apparently heard. He confirmed the statement with a small nod. Ive had the same thought myself, though I cant say Im glad of it, he replied. If theyve left, theres not much chance of finding her. And believe me, boy, Im sorrier than anyone to say it. He breathed heavily from running around the city all night, though Jevar thought he heard a sigh escaped the tall mans lips. Jevar shook his head in denial of this, of the thought that had been in his mind since theyd discovered her missing. We must go out and look for her, then. Im going to send the others back home, Jevar, Connad said, his voice sympathetic. I want to find Elicia near as much as you do, but Ive still got a city to run. If Ive got everyone out searching, theyll be too tired for their work. The city will suffer, and I cannot let that happen. Then well go find her ourselves! Jevar shouted, unwilling to give up. Surely they can miss you for a day or two while we search. I he began. I do not know what Id do without her. Connad hesitated briefly. You love that girl, dont you? he asked, though he already knew the answer. Jevar nodded, his eyes filling with tears for the first time in what seemed so long. Not since hed lost his adoptive parents had he grown so attached to anyone. Then we will go. They left the city at a brisk jog, avoiding the early-rising members of their new society as they made their way to work. Arriving at the main gate to find the guard posted there dozing off, Connad grabbed the man by the helmet and shook him. Waking with a headache from the sudden noise, he took one look at their frighteningly angry leader and shouted for the gate to be open. Im sorry, milord, he offered feebly. Ive been out here since eight last night, and there wasnt no one come to leave in that time. Connad bought none of it, obviously, spitting on the ground in frustration. Where was your replacement? He should have taken over for you hours ago? The man shrugged. Ive been taking extra shifts, so I could get make some extra wages. Im thinking of marrying my lady, see, and I need the extra money to pay for a wedding. So youve been doing this more than once? Connad asked, shocked. The man tried to protest, but the Swordhand cut him off before he could. Return to the barracks and give your arms and armor to Sir Tyrtius. You are hereby relieved of your duties in the service of Learoel. Go to your home, marry your lady, and hide your shame. Dumbstruck, the man took too long to process what had just occurred. He stood still, mulling it over a while, before Connad lost

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