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Monday, July 28, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 1

I just realized I forgot to post a Chapter 10 epilogue. I'm so sorry! I'll get the epilogue posted later this week.
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Silay lay on the bench that also passed for a bed in the small cell, watching the torchlight from the hall outside flicker against the ceiling. There was a pad on the bed, but it was so thin it might as well not be there. The cell itself was dark, the only light coming through the grate in the window. A bucket under the bench/bed served as a privy. Silay sighed. At least it was day without walking or, even worse, horseback riding.

The shadows on the ceiling shifted as a shape blocked out the light. Silay sat up just as she heard a key enter the lock. A guard opened the door, glanced quickly around the room, then stepped back, revealing another person in the hall. Edo.

“Thank you,” he said, stepping around the guard and entering the cell. As he did so, he pressed a small coin purse into's the guard's hand.

The guard grunted. “One hour.” He shut the door and walked away.

Silay remained sitting, glaring at Edo as he set down the small stool he had been carrying and sat down. He met her gaze. “Hello, again. Sorry about all this.”

“Sorry?” Silay raised her eyebrows.

“I did try, you know.” Edo set his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. In the flickering light, Silay could just make out his expression. He looked upset. “Dysen was just going to arrest you all this morning. I convinced him to at least hear you out.” He sighed. “I guess he didn’t want to listen.”

“I guess not.” The silence in the cell seemed to drag out. Finally, Silay couldn’t stand it any longer. “Edo, what is going on here? Why were we arrested? And why were we separated? I could understand them arresting Riya, maybe, but you all rescued us in Turvew. You brought us here, invited us in. So what happened?”

Edo shifted, tipping the stool back so he was leaning against the wall. “I’m not entirely certain, to be honest. I’m on the Council as the city’s head magician, but I’m the youngest member, so they don’t tell me a lot.”

“What do you know?”

“We rescued you because it was the joint decision of the Seers’ Conclave that you three were important. But Dysen was against it. He felt you all were just causing trouble, and no one wanted Riya back inside the city.”

“So why not just arrest us on sight? You did that to Talis.”

“Because officially, none of you have committed a crime against Sojan. Well, except Riya.”

“Which doesn’t really answer my questions.”

Edo leaned forward, and the front legs hit the ground with a dull thud. “The problem is Sojan, and its Council. We’re a big city. Possibly the biggest in Ohicink. And a lot of people here feel that it would be better for Ohicink if we were in charge.”

Silay frowned. “But that’s not how it works. Each city has its own government. And then the different guilds make decisions about trade and stuff.”

“That’s how it is here. But not in other countries.” Edo shrugged. “There’s a lot of greed in the world, Silay, and it seems to me that it’s often the people with the most power who want to gain more of it. Sojan has a lot of power.”

“But we aren’t a threat to it!”

“Keep your voice down.” Edo glanced at the grate. He dragged the stool closer to Silay. “Listen, that’s why I came. I think you are a threat to Sojan, or at least in Dysen’s eyes.” His voice dropped lower. “A plague in Ohicink would leave it weak. So would a war. The other cities would need protection.”

“And they would look to Sojan for it.” Silay’s voice was grim as she picked up on Edo’s train of thought.

“Exactly. It could be just the opportunity Dysen has been waiting for. That’s why I came. I contacted your Seer. She didn’t know the rescue had been successful. The Council had told her we couldn’t find you. There are no delegates coming.”

“But surely she can See what happened. I mean, I know she can’t see me but…” Edo was shaking his head as Silay talked, and her voice trailed off.

“You all are shielded. I would have noticed it sooner, but I was exhausted from breaking the spell on Riya’s collar. Someone, probably one of the guards who came with me, spelled Riya and Jarlen. They’re invisible to magic now.”

“So no one knows we’re here?”

“They do now.”

“So they’re coming to rescue us?”


“No.” Edo shook his head. “I’m rescuing you. Then we’ll go to them.”

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Chapter 10 Epilogue

The king looked up as the scribe entered his room, a glowing blue stone in his hand. “Is it Wrigcyn?”

The scribe covered the Farstone with his hand so the person on the other end wouldn’t hear his response. “No. It’s our other…contact.” He said the word ‘contact’ with disgust, and the king scowled.

“What does he want?”

“He wants to speak with you.”

“Fine.” The king gestured for the scribe to place the Stone one his desk. “Well?” He demanded.

A voice spoke from the Stone. “Your magician has failed, your majesty, but I have not. Your plans can continue.”

The king sat up straighter at this. The last he had heard, Wrigcyn had lost the group he was tracking. “Are you certain?”

“I am.” The voice paused. “And our agreement?”

“You will get what you were promised. Await further instruction.”

“I will.” The glow faded and the connection was broken.

The king sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He met the eyes of the scribe. “Bring me the seers. There are decisions to be made.”


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chapter 10, Pt. 7

Jarlen led the way into the Council Chamber. It was smaller than the main room, and set up to function as a courthouse, with a raised platform in the front for the Council with two smaller tables on the ground in front for the plaintiff and defendant. The rest of the room held chairs, most of which had been pushed against the walls. The Council members were sitting in the remaining chairs in a semi-circle facing three empty ones. Silay was glad the Council members weren’t on the platform. It would have made the whole thing seem too official, as if they were on trial.

The man in the center of the semi-circle rose and walked towards the group, arm outstretched in greeting. “Jarlen! It is good to see you again!”

Jarlen clasped the man’s hand. “It’s good to see you too, Consul Dysen.”

The Consul turned. “And you must be Silay.” He offered her his hand and she shook it. He looked to Silay’s left and gave a curt nod. “Riya.”

“Consul.” She nodded back, and Silay could feel the tension in the room.

“Well, then.” Dysen gestured to the empty chairs. “Please, be seated. As you can see, this is quite informal.” He returned to his own chair while Silay and the others seated themselves.

Silay’s eyes scanned the gathered collection of men and women, her gaze widening in surprise when she saw Edo. He caught her eyes, and gave her a small smile before returning to the stern face he'd had when Silay first noticed him. The expression worried her. This whole thing felt off, even with the Consul’s reassurance about it’s informality. She leaned towards Jarlen. “Ask about Talis,” she whispered.

Dysen saw the movement. “Would you like to address the Council?”

“Umm…” Silay hesitated, uncertain if she should stand up.

“Well?” Dysen raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Silay decided to remain sitting. “I was wondering about Talis. You see, he is from the same town as me and…and I was just wondering what would happen to him.”

“It has not been decided yet. What he did was serious. If Ohicink had a king, he would be charged with treason. As it is…” Dysen shrugged. “As you pointed out, he is from Dagrosa. A group of representatives from there are on their way as we speak, as are representatives from several of the other major towns and cities.”

Jarlen frowned. “Then why are we not waiting for them to arrive?”

“Because you are here now, and we must decide what to do with you in the meantime.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Silay started to stand, but Jarlen gently tugged on her shirt, signaling for her to sit. Across the way, she saw Edo’s brows furrow. Catching her gaze, he shook his head and mouthed “no”. Dysen sat calmly through it all.

“I mean exactly what I said. We rescued you from Turvew. We’ve given you food and shelter, and will continue to do so until the delegation arrives. But the three of you have behaved recklessly and endangered all of Ohicink with your actions. The nature of the kind of shelter we will give is what we are here to discuss.”

Riya jerked her head up. “You mean prison.” She stood. “Look, if this about me, fine. Put me in jail. But Silay and Jarlen haven’t done anything.”

“Riya, sit down.” Jarlen’s voice was frighteningly calm. Riya glanced at him and sat. Jarlen stood. “You have no right to put us on trial, Dysen.”

“That would be Consul Dysen. And you are right. This is not a trial. This is the Council deciding what is best for the safety of the city. Some members,” he looked over his shoulder at Edo, “thought you ought to have the chance to tell us your story before we decided. You should be grateful we are giving you this chance.”

“Grateful!” Jarlen’s shout made Silay flinch. “You invite us here, greet as a friends, and now say you want to imprison us and you expect us to be grateful?” He took a step towards the Council. “You do not speak for Ohicink, as much as you like to think you do, Consul Dysen. We have committed no crimes here. If you do not wish to shelter us, we will go elsewhere.”

“I’m afraid you are incorrect, Jarlen.” Dysen stood up too. “Riya broke our law by coming here the first time, and Silay by accompanying her. We released the two of them into your custody on the advice of the seers and healers, in the belief that you could help stop the plague. Instead, if the seers are to be believed, you have brought war upon us.” He stepped forward. “How are we not justified to place you under arrest?”

“You gave your word you would hear them out.” Edo’s voice caused the Consul to turn and face him.

“I agreed to meet with them. I have done so.”

“They can help.” Edo bit his lip. “The girl, Silay, she has…an ability. Coupled with Jarlen’s knowledge, they might be able to stop the plague.”

Dysen raised his eyebrows. “You, of all people, would defend them, Edo? Knowing the company they keep?”

“They can help.” Edo stood firm.


“That may be.” Dysen pointed at Jarlen. “But as he pointed out, I don’t have the power to speak for Ohicink. Only for Sojan. And here, they are criminals. And they will be treated as such.”

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End of Chapter 10: Whispers of War
Chapter Epilogue on Wednesday
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Well, that went bad quickly. I wonder what's up with Dysen? (Just kidding. I know what's up . You'll have to wait to find out). Also, trial and trail are way to close to each other in spelling. I hope I got all of them right here.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Chapter 10, Pt. 6

They hurried through the street, heads bent down against the rain. “You know,” Silay commented to Riya, “I think I might have preferred a cloak over breakfast if I’d known we would have to go out in this.”

Riya flashed her a quick smile in response, but didn’t answer. They were both walking as fast as they could to keep up with Jarlen’s pace. Silay couldn’t take it any longer, and jogged a few steps to catch up with the older man.

“Hey!”

He glanced sideways at her. “What?”

“We don’t all have long legs.”

Jarlen blinked, then noticed Silay was jogging to keep up with him. “Ah. Sorry.” He slowed down, and so did Silay. She sighed in relief.

“Thank you. That’s better.”

Though they were going slower than before, they still walked quickly, eager to get out of the rain. Finally, they reached the doors to the City Hall. Silay scowled as they drew near. Below the building was the jail she and Riya had been held in. The door was open, and the two women followed Jarlen inside, where they all paused for a moment in the entrance way and attempted to shake the water off their clothes. A man sitting at a table near the center of the room noticed and walked over towards them.

“Can I help you?”

Silay held out the now damp letter. “The Council wanted to see us.”

The man frowned and took the letter, glancing at the contents and the seal. “Very well.” He looked over the group. “Why are you all wet?”

“We didn’t have any cloaks.” Jarlen’s reply was almost a growl.

Startled, Silay looked at him. She hadn’t really thought about it before, but their journey, and everything else, had probably been harder on Jarlen than on the rest of them.

The doorman frown. “Wait here. I will see if I can find anything for you.” He turned and walked through a small door at the back of the room.

Riya glanced around, and stomped her feet, sending water droplets running off her clothes. “I don’t have time for this.”

Suddenly, a blast of heat hit Silay in the face, making her stumble back. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. As suddenly as it had begun, the heat stopped. Silay opened her eyes, and gasped. She, Riya, and Jarlen were dry, but a huge puddle of water was sitting by the door. Riya smiled. “Much better.”

“How did you do that?”

Riya grinned. “Magic, obviously. Nice to be able to do that again.”

“Thank you, Riya.” There was no sarcasm in his voice. Jarlen looked truly grateful.


The doorman chose that moment to walk back into the room, followed by a woman carrying a stack of towels. He took in the group standing in front of him and froze. “But— how?” He shook his head, then noticed the puddle on the floor. The next look he gave the group was full of suspicion, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he gestured to the woman, making it clear she should clean up the water. Then he turned to the others. “Follow me. The Council will see you now.”
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It is a well known fact that all doormen disapprove of the presence of people in their doorway, but are especially adverse to wet people who have clearly been sleeping in their clothes for several days.

Also, enough of the build up! When do we get to find out about what the Council wants?

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Chapter 10, Pt. 5

Silay woke up to the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof. She yawned and stretched out her arms, then rolled over onto her side, pulling the sheet around her. She was very much awake, but didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. Instead, she stayed still, eyes half-closed, enjoying the comfort that comes from hearing rain fall outside while you are inside and warm. 

The sounds of someone making tea in the next room finally roused her. Careful not to wake Riya, Silay slipped out of their room to join Jarlen in kitchen.

“Glad the it didn’t do this while we were travelling,” Silay commented softly, glancing at the closed shutters.

“We were blessed with good weather,” Jarlen agreed. He carefully poured the boiling water into a teapot, then added a generous heap of leaves. Silay grinned as she watched.

“It’s been a while since we had an actual teapot.”

“It’s been too long.”

Jarlen set the pot down on the table, while Silay rummaged through the cupboards. She returned to the table triumphantly bearing three teacups, complete with saucers.

“My, aren’t we civilized now.” Riya stepped into the common room and joined the two at the table. “First beds, and now teacups. We’re lucky no one else was using this house.”

“It isn’t really luck, though.” Silay spun the empty cup in its saucer. “I mean, nobody is really travelling now, because of the plague.”

“True.”

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. They all exchanged glances.

“Oh, fine.” Jarlen stood up. “I see how it is.” He opened the door. “Yes?”

“Good morning.” The man outside held up a basket. “The City Council thought you might be wanting something to eat for breakfast. Also,” he held up a sealed sheet of paper in his other hand, “they have a message for you.”

Jarlen took the basket and the note. “Thank you.”

The man continued to stand outside. Jarlen glared at him. “We just arrived after being ambushed on the road. If you’re waiting for a coin, go ask whoever sent you.”

The man blinked, then quickly turned on his heel and hurried off. Jarlen was still glaring when he turned back around after closing the door. Silay barely held in her laughter as she jumped up to relieve him of his burdens.

“You are grumpy in the morning.” She set the basket on the table.

Jarlen sat down again, and Riya filled his cup with tea. He pushed it away and reached for letter Silay had set in front of herself. “We should read that.”

“Uh-huh.” Silay slid the letter out of his reach. “You said it yourself. We’ve had a rough time of it. We are going to eat breakfast first, then see what the Council wants. If it was important, then someone would have been sent to tell us.”

“I agree.” Riya pulled a roll out of the basket and bit into, closing her eyes as she did so. “Mmm. Still warm.”

Jarlen’s stomach growled audibly, and this time Silay didn’t hold back her laughter. “See! Even your stomach agrees with me. Now drink your tea and eat your breakfast.”

Jarlen raised his eyebrow. “You sound like my mother.” But he did as Silay asked.

It was hard to eat slowly after eating nothing but travelling food for so long, and they soon finished off the contents of the basket. Riya cleared off the table and Silay pumped some water to rinse out the teacups. While they did so, Jarlen broke open the seal on the paper, and skimmed the letter’s contents.

“Well?” Silay asked when he put it down.

“It seems the Council wants to meet with us.”

“When?”

“It says as soon as we are able.” He looked up. “We should have read this first.”

“No, we shouldn’t have.” Silay took the letter folded it back up. “Because then we would have gone right away and been all grumpy and hungry, and the bread would have gotten cold.” She sighed. “But I guess we have to go now.”

“All of us?” Riya hadn’t moved from where she was standing by the stove. Her posture was relaxed, but Silay could hear the tension in her voice. She unfolded the letter and read it over.

“Sorry, Riya. It names all three of us.”


Riya scowled. “Well, let’s get it over with, then.”
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Hurray! The City Council wants to see them. Probably to give them all medals or something, right? Right? I mean, what else could it be?