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Order of the Nine: The Stonebearers
Prologue
She had foreseen this destruction, and her hand had guided the
events to their deadly conclusion, for it was the will of Taloria, the
Blessed Mother, and creator of them all. She turned back to the
dead at her feet.
The rising water lapped at the rotting flesh of Aerbogal, the
once iridescent skin of the mighty Ulsgareth, now dulled by death.
His long, serpentine body stretched over the low rise, tail floating
listlessly in the muddy water. The head, blown from its long neck
had been carried away by the churning waters. Beneath his vast,
transluscent wings, the husk of Lord Carimar lay, his body burned
from the inside out by the immense conflagration of energy
released by the Spiritstone that rested with his broken ribcage. He
had done what was expected of him, fulfilling his role in the Order,
and would be forever immortalized in the lore of the realms.
Tulbonae bent her tall, wispy body and lifted the wing, only to
have it tear and fall apart in her small, thin hands. She reached into
the body and lifted out the Spiritstone by its chain of golden links,
Carimar‘s bones breaking apart with the slightest effort. The
crystal, roughly the size of her fist, was now lifeless, its energy
drained in Carimar‘s final sacrifice to destroy the Chobelkan
Warlord and decimate the army of Hordelings that had come to
feast upon Taloria‘s children.
Woe to the parent who lays waste to her own. Tulbonae‘s
knuckles grew white as she gripped the stone. ―I shall not conspire
to assuage your fears again, Mother,‖ she said, glancing westward
in the direction of Mt. Ubera where Taloria resided. ―My will is no
longer yours.‖
This Change was done. The war was over, and it would be
many, many seasons before the realms would recover and rebuild
themselves into something capable of breaking free of Taloria‘s
misguided hand. It could be done. She had foreseen that possibility
as well, and that unique power would be the one thing to keep her
alive long enough to see that the next Change would be different.
Taloria‘s children would learn to grow beyond her will and make a
new world for themselves, with or without her presence. For she
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Carimar
I
Talmar shook his head and sighed, ignoring the soft rustle in
the trees overhead. He willed Milarra to go away and went back to
preparing for his evening meditation. With a calm and practiced
precision, he retrieved the meditation candles from a chest outside
the door of the Keeper‘s Hall, and set them on plain, stoneware
plates at the four direction points around the edge of the
Lifespring. From a brightly painted jar, he placed a spoonful of
ground incense next to each candle.
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soft moss and peered into the clear depths of the spring. It had
transfixed him since he first looked into it as a boy, forever being
admonished for sneaking into the Springcircle at night, to stare into
the ethereal glow of the Spiritstones growing on the walls.
Talmar had felt the call of Taloria from the very first moment.
He could not explain it, even to Mendalar who understood such
things. There was a ―oneness‖ with the presence that defied words.
His mentor and Springkeeper of the village, had let him make his
secret, nightly vigils to the spring, until the day he invited Talmar
to be apprentice Springkeeper, and placed him upon the path he
was destined to follow.
The sound of a snapping twig refocused his attention. Milara.
She was spying on him again, hiding somewhere in the dense
canopy above. How or why she had become infatuated with him,
Talmar still did not understand. He was not handsome. He was
your typical brown haired, brown-eyed Carimaran male. He had
that rare touch of green in the eyes, but still, it was nothing to
gossip with the other girls about. He was an apprentice Keeper,
which was a very mundane and boring vocation to others beside
himself. He did not have the exceptional woodworking skills of his
father. There was just nothing about him that he would have
considered worth being infatuated about, and yet there she was.
Milara was fifteen seasons old, and a very healthy fifteen at
that. Talmar was not beyond noticing, but much to her frustration,
he had little interest. The woman he was meant for lived in his
dreams. A woman with hair the color of honey, who always floated
up to him from the chill waters of the Lifespring, her eyes blazing
with blue fire. She never spoke to him, but the message was clear.
She needed him, and always beckoned for him to follow her back
into the glowing depths, but Talmar refused, afraid to enter, afraid
of what he might find down there, and that whatever need the
beautiful woman had, he would fail her.
The dreams were almost always the same, and Talmar would
wake from them terribly afraid, sweating, his wool blanket
clenched up tightly under his chin. They were compelling to, and
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floating, pale body, with the undulating hair, and the glowing, eyes
that burned with a fire colder than ice. Talmar knew it was not
Milara that she referred too. Now it seemed, he knew the reason
Taloria had sent him the dream. He had to save her.
―Save her, Talmar,‖ she cooed again, with subtle, commanding
force. ―You are the only one who can.‖
He could say nothing in response, his lungs burning for lack of
air, and even if able, he was not sure what the reply would be. All
that mattered was the wavering image of dark leaves through the
window of the surface above him. Finally, Talmar burst through,
sucking in a huge draught of air. He flailed his right arm up over
the rocky rim of the spring, clasping Milara against him with the
other. For a moment he could only lay there, her head against his
chest, the wet curls pressed against his cheek. Even in the dim
twilight, he could see her lips were dark, turning blue from the lack
of air. She was not breathing. Talmar could feel her spirit slipping
away with the murky cloud of blood that seeped into the water.
―Blessed Taloria, Milara,‖ he gasped, catching his breath.
Blood trickled from a vicious gash on her forehead, around those
usually soft, lively brown eyes, and into the wet curls of hair. ―You
cannot die. You will not die!‖ he commanded, as much to himself
as to her, gingerly touching the wicked gash on her head.
There was heat, flashing right down into the marrow of his
bones, intense as smoldering coals pressed to his flesh, but nothing
burned. Still, he let out a startled yelp of surprise. The source was
his Spiritstone, pinned between Milara‘s head and his chest. It
glowed with a bright, green intensity he had never seen before, as
did Milara‘s. The water sang with the energy of their Spiritstones
and was joined by the voice of Taloria, a soft, resonating sound,
like the longest string on a harp. Talmar‘s head thrummed with it.
Fear, awe, and cold had his body shivering. He was doing this,
whatever it was, and Taloria was somehow there with him, feeding
him more energy than he could ever draw on his own. Focus the
energy upon the person, let their body heal itself. It was a simple
tenet of Springkeeper work, and Talmar was so overwhelmed that
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long, graying tail of his hair draped over a shoulder and nearly
brushing the ground. His stone glowed faintly as he worked, and
he genuinely looked surprised, an expression Talmar seldom, if
ever saw on the generous, kind lines of his face.
―She spoke to you?‖
―Yes, Keeper.‖ It had been no figment of his imagination. He
knew. With the surety that the sun had set itself down in the east,
he knew. ―She told me to save her,‖ he said. The next part, Talmar
struggled to speak about, but he knew this had to be the time.
Mendalar had to know. ―She told me that this woman I have seen
in my dreams is dying, that I must come and save her.‖
Mendalar‘s hands stopped, resting now on Milara‘s legs, and
he chuckled softly. ―I suppose I should have guessed all along.
You have always had something special, Tal.‖ He sighed, sitting
back on his heals. ―Ah, Blessed Taloria,‖ he said softly. ―He is not
ready.‖
Ready for what? His words made little sense. People were
gathering outside the stone wall, and Talmar felt the unnerving
stares of the villagers upon him. Then the hysterical cries of
Terona, Milara‘s mother could be heard as she came running
through the gate. The ensuing chaos drowned out any effort to get
answers, and for the moment, Talmar could only sit in stunned
silence as Mendalar dealt with a mother frightened for the life of
her child.
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II
Corvu Castle: Built at the
head of a narrow pass in
the Kulkyri Forest, Corvu
has long been the entry to Arrows rained down from the sky
Carimar from the sea. But and, except for one or two, bounced
when Lord Corvu was
assassinated and young
harmlessly off of shields held
Tarla Corvu stolen away overhead or the thick, gray stone of
by the Merchant Com- Castle Corvu‘s walls. The cry of the
panies, it became an wounded man could be heard over
impenetrable gate, guarded the shouted orders of Captain of the
with singular vengeance by
Talshae Corvu. It is said
Guard Pregar, and Lady Talshae
that Talshae and Corvu are Corvu walked across the rampart to
a singular entity, but her wounded guard, dressed in little
whatever the case, the more than a plainly adorned leather
Merchants have been jerkin, cloth breeches, and soft
unable to breech its easily
defended walls.
leather boots. She shook her head at
him with a mother‘s, ―I told you so‖
Several attempts to gain look on her tired and haggard face.
entry and kill Talshae have
failed. No amount of ―Nolgar!‖ she shouted.
stealth has met success. A humorless grin etched her
Most will say it is because face, highlighting the lines that made
of the Kulkyri, who side her look seasons older than the
with her in the defense of twenty-seven she was. Her smile
the pass. Attempts at
diplomacy have been betrayed the mad gleam in her dark
fruitless, even from blue eyes. Most thought her mad, but
Carimar, where some that was part of what inspired the
desire the trade with fiercely loyal men and women who
Takidor. Some claim she is still served her these past three
mad, perhaps with grief
over her loss, but those seasons. Some even said she was
who stay, are loyal to more possessed of hatred for Takidor
death, and see her as than the former Lord Corvu. After
something beyond mortal. all, they had killed him and taken
their only child. It made sense,
though most would agree that she had
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Talmar: autobiography
I am a simple man, and not III
even quite that yet. I have
only ever wanted one thing
in my life, and that is to
become a Springkeeper.
For as long as I can The incident had ruined Talmar‘s
remember, I have felt the plans. Mendalar had been going north to
call of the Lifespring in the the capital of Achenar to attend the
center of my village. My
yearly council of the Springkeepers
mother says I am blessed.
Father wishes I had the during the Spring Festival, and Talmar
desire to follow his path, was going to get his first chance at
but I just do not have the being the village‘s Keeper. He had been
skills to shape wood as he waiting an entire season for the
does.I am glad at least that
opportunity and now it was gone.
he understands. My sister
believes me just strange. Mendalar refused to clearly state his
thoughts on the whole matter. He had
It is strange at times, and I merely announced to Talmar that he had
do not understand it most
of the time. I only follow to come with him to Achenar. The
this path because I know I disappointment was overwhelming.
must. When I am at the Two days later, Talmar had loaded his
Lifespring, I can feel pack with spare clothing and said his
Taloria‘s presence, at once goodbyes to his mother, father, and
peaceful and overpower-
ing. She speaks to me, sister. They were far more excited by
though understanding the prospect than he was. If there was
eludes me. I want to any benefit to leaving, it was to put
understand, for if I am to distance between him and Milara,
become a Springkeeper, whose interest had blossomed into
when Mendalar deems me
ready, I want to be able to professions of love. The village was still
use Taloria‘s Will to buzzing with what had happened when
provide for my people. It is Mendalar led their wagon out of
a simple want, as I am a Springwood and on the path toward
simple man. Achenar.
Tulchar‘s Way, a half day‘s ride
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north, had the benefit of two things, its location and its beer. It was
the central point for the farmers and tradesman of southern
Carimar. On any given day there were a number of travelers,
bringing in goods to trade at the village‘s central square,
equipment to be repaired, or just stopping along the way to
Volonar. One would have been hard pressed to actually call it a
village. In reality most folk stopped in Tulchar‘s to gossip, hook up
with old friends that one had not seen in many a moon, or any
other variety of contrived reasons to sit in the rambling, old inn
that served the best beer south of The Wall. The smattering of
population that had taken up residence over the seasons supported
the traders that came through, offering supplies, wagon repairs, and
the like.
The inn was a sprawling, stone building, with a central two
story structure that constantly poured forth smoke from three
different chimneys. Two wings curved out from either side,
forming a rough half circle where the inn rooms were. The other
half of the circle comprised a supply store and a wainwright, as
well as a stable and smithy. It was loud, boisterous, and full of
activity as Talmar and Mendalar crossed the circle, with vendors
hawking their wares, the smithy and wainwright doing a brisk
business, and a lot of folk milling about as the day wound quickly
toward the evening meal.
Talmar found all the activity a bit disconcerting as they made
their way into the Ulsgareth‘s Eye and found themselves a table far
from the door. They had hardly sat down when a pitcher of ale and
a basket of warm bread dropped on their table, courtesy of a
passing serving girl.
Talmar filled their mugs and sampled the brew. Normally
avoiding it because of the effect it had on his mind for meditation,
he felt inclined to finish off an entire mug, perhaps even two.
―Well, at least the ale is good,‖ he said, licking his lips. ―Actually,
it is very good.‖
―Indeed it is,‖ Mendalar agreed. ―Annia is one of the best
brewers in Carimar. I shall have to see if she has a small cask we
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way or the other, so…‖ he smiled wryly and sent a thick, smokey
ring up into the rafters. ―Let me at least let you feel troubled about
something rather than nothing.‖
Talmar‘s expression softened into a bemused smile, and he
leaned forward. Mendalar‘s words were always truthful and wise.
―Thank you, Keeper.‖
Mendalar cleared his throat and settled back in his seat. ―I told
you before that Taloria speaks to very few, that it is a unique
privilege.‖
―Yes,‖ he replied. ―I do not find that troubling. I am
honored by that, in awe even. I do not understand why. It is what
she said that troubles me most. That, and…‖ He paused, downing
half his mug of ale to work up the nerve to even halfway criticize
his mentor. ―and the fact that you have not been willing to tell me
anything. Either you do not trust me for some reason or you are
protecting me from something.‖
―And which do you believe, Tal?‖ he asked.
―You are protecting me from something,‖ he replied quickly.
―After I told you what happened, you looked…worried, and you
only look worried when something is very serious and generally
very bad.‖
―I have been,‖ he admitted. ―I am not completely certain, but I
believe the concern is justified.‖
―Why?‖
―Do you recall the legend of how Carimar and Takidor came to
be?‖
―Of the Great Wall and how Tulumbria was divided into
Carimar and Takidor?‖ Talmar asked.
―Yes. You have heard the popular folktale about Lord Carimar
and how he used the Spiritstone of Carimar to defeat the
Chobelkan Emperor, giving his life in heroic sacrifice. At least I
hope you have, or I shall have to beat your father over the head
with his carving tools.‖
Talmar laughed, but eyed him thoughtfully. ―I heard it
many times as a child. Why are you telling me this, Keeper? Is the
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legend wrong?‖
―No,‖ he paused, drawing deeply from his pipe. ―I believe for
the most part that it is true. Only the Tel and their vast library of
knowledge likely know the truth of it. What the legend leaves out
is that Lord Carimar was but one of a group of Talorians, each with
a Stone signifying their lands. This group was guided by the Seer
of Ubera. During the Change, the Seer draws this group together to
fight back the Shadow of Taloria and keep it from plunging the
lands into a time of darkness and desolation. This group is called
the Order of Nine.‖
Talmar‘s mouth creased into a thin line as the words tumbled
about in his head. He had heard something of this before, but why
was he telling him now? The implication of his words suddenly hit
him. ―Keeper! Surely you cannot think me one of these Nine?‖
Mendalar raised his hand to quiet him, ―I believe that Taloria‘s
call to you is implying that you are to be Carimar‘s Stonebearer.
There is no other reason for you to be called to Ubera.‖
―That is the most absurd…‖ Talmar paused, his finger pointing
at Mendalar, and then dropped his arm to the table. There were no
logical, reasonable explanations. An icy shiver ran down his spine.
―That is not possible.‖
Mendalar‘s brows arched as he shrugged, ―What I believe does
not matter, Tal. What I know is that Taloria spoke to you and told
you to come.‖
―Yes, but-‖ It was not about the Stone. She said to save her.
The woman from his dreams, but how did he tell Mendalar such a
thing?
―Regardless,‖ he waved him off, ―you were contacted, Tal.
Therefore you must go. I do not wish you to go without any
knowledge about what may be coming.‖
―To Ubera?‖ he replied, his voice shaky. ―I have never even
been beyond Volonar.‖
Mendalar offered a comforting smile and lay his hand over
Talmar‘s. ―You have it in here, you know,‖ he said, tapping his
chest with the pipe.
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are going.‖ Nalchek gave her an admiring smile. ―You move like a
wisp of smoke. Why, I shall bet you ten taks that you could wrap
that sweet, little body clean around someone if need be.‖
Her face flushed pink, and with a subtle shift, extricated her
skirts from his hand. ―You Takidor men! Always chasing
Carimaran women around. I should not like to take your coin like
that, good sir,‖ she grinned at him.
―I chase no woman. I was merely remarking on the
exceptional way in which you move through this crowd. I always
admire those who are good at their craft.‖
She laughed, ―I would hardly consider serving girl to be a
craft.‖
―Ah, but you see,‖ he replied, pausing for effect, ―serving well
is indeed a craft, and one few excel at, my lovely girl. I can see by
how you move that you excel. One merely has to have an eye for
it to see.‖
She nodded at him slyly, ―And you have an eye for watching
serving girls move do you?‖
―I have an eye for grace and subtlety, and you have both.‖
She stared at him for a moment, taking in the slender nose and
a mouth, thin as a blade. Looking him in the eye, Nalchek could
say for certain that she knew the dark, almost black color marked
him as being born on Telnidor Isle.. It obviously appealed to her.
―Twenty taks, and I will show you later what grace is.‖ She
laughed and this time shifted away from his reach and was gone
into the crowd.
Nalchek grinned and downed the rest of his ale in one long
gulp. Oh, how Carimar was changing! A few seasons ago he
would have been lucky to get served an ale, much less play
seduction games with a pretty serving girl. At least he would
spend this night in a bed warmed by a body that knew its moves as
well off its feet as on. Why, another ten seasons in this wretched
backwater country, and it might prove to have some passable
entertainment. Taloria forbid that he could possibly be here that
long, but then Merchant Company retribution could be
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uncommonly harsh. They might never let him back into the
family‘s good graces. How could he have possibly known that it
was Denabo‘s own granddaughter or that she had been unspoiled
by any man?
He slammed the mug back to the table, disgusted at himself
and the situation he found himself in. It had been less than a
season, banished to the south of Carimar to bandy about as a
simple merchant, collecting information to use for when the
Merchant Companies finally achieved free trade access to Carimar.
Any time now, Corvu Castle would fall into their hands and the
coastal pass would be under their control. Any time now had been
going on for over three seasons, and short of declaring war on
Carimar, they had failed to depose that crazy bitch who hated
Takidor with enough zeal for the entire realm.
Who could have known that killing her husband would actually
make the situation worse? Had to admire her though. She had
been kicking Merchant backsides for a long while, and…
―Stonebearer!‖
The word came from the table behind him, an older man, a
Keeper by the look of him and his son or apprentice perhaps. He
had paid them little notice. Keepers were a dense, tradition-bound
lot, easily fooled and manipulated, but Nalchek was not one to
miss anything out of the ordinary. As a top Denabbo agent, albeit
a disgraced one, one could ill afford to not pay attention. You
never knew when some small and vital piece of information might
be there for the taking.
Stonebearer was not a word one expected to hear, at least not in
the context it was currently being discussed. As he listened now,
tuning out the surrounding crowd and honing in on their
conversation, Nalchek could hardly believe what he was hearing.
He nearly turned to look at them to make sure they were not
making the whole thing up to entertain those around them. The
tone of their voices said otherwise. It was a serious and earnest
discussion.
Something had happened to lead the Keeper to believe the
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give birth to a new era of freedom from this thing that struggled
like a fearful mother wanting to keep her children close to hearth
lest they lose their love for her or worse, forget her entirely.
Over the seasons, Tulbonae had come to know guilt for the
things she had done in Taloria‘s name, the blood of so many
thousands on her hands. Soon, it would end one way or another,
for better or worse, but at least she could go, knowing she had
done what she felt was right in her heart.
Today would be the first true test of how firm the ground was
upon which she stood. Had she been as good a judge of Taloria‘s
will as she thought?
―Daughter,‖ the voice said, echoing both in the cavern and
inside her head. ―What news do you bring of the dark, shadow
child? The Sword has finally pierced the walls of her sanctum.‖
Tulbonae shook her head. Why did Mother always insist on
cloaking everything in metaphor? It was not something she would
stoop to when discussing these matters. ―Kazare has gained access
to Belkara‘s chambers, Mother. The Queen decided she would be
well-suited to the task, given what transpired between them.‖
―She was supposed to kill the little spy!‖ Her voice rolled like a
sharp crack of thunder. ―You said the Queen would never let
someone so able gain access to her daughter. I believed you.‖
And well that you did, Mother. I was counting on it. ―Her
desire to see Belkara fulfill her duty as Spring Maiden
overwhelmed any desire to kill Kazare. Besides, Mother. You said
yourself that you did not want war between Telmizare and
Takidor.‖
―I know what I said, and there will be war.‖ There was a pause,
and Tulbonae felt the pulsing waves of energy washing through
her, making her sway upon her feet. ―You knew the spy would
succeed. Or did you plant the notion in Kilara‘s head yourself?‖
―No, Mother.‖ It was not a lie. The seed had not been planted
there. So many others she had sewn of late, but Kazare had
performed as expected. She had envisioned the results and knew
that little was needed beyond giving her the impetus to reach
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Belkara. Afterward, well, she might have to plant a few more seeds
then, but she could wait and see. ―Kazare‘s success was of her own
making.‖
―Do not interfere with them anymore, do you hear me,
Tulbonae?‖
―I do what I believe is the best exercise of your will, Mother,
based upon what I have seen. I cannot do otherwise.‖
The angry, frustrated rumble through the cavern had her hands
trembling. Tulbonae clasped them together behind her back, even
though the gesture would be fruitless. Here, in the center of her
being, Taloria could see and sense all things. ―Your will does not
always agree with mine, my daughter.‖
The implication in her tone said enough. Quit meddling or else.
―My agenda, Mother, comes from a place even beyond your will. It
is my duty to you that guides my decisions based upon what I have
seen.‖
Her voice became quiet and hard as a blade. ―See to it that your
duty does not contradict my will, Tul. I have had enough of your
manipulations and interference. Your ability will only protect you
to a point. Endanger my plans of Change, and you shall pass it. Do
you understand me?‖
Tulbonae nodded. ―Yes, Mother. Your will is my own.‖
―Leave me. Your presence is no longer desired.‖
She bowed quickly and turned on her heel, walking back to the
lift, pushing it as fast as she dared back to the safe heights of the
mountain top. The test had been passed. Her ability had once again
saved her, but care would have to be taken, more so than ever, as
things were rapidly coming together, and she would have to be
able to act quickly when needed. Her prim, thin mouth curved into
a smile. Despite herself, she was excited, and the sensation sent the
wonder of goosebumps rippling over her skin.
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Takidor
I
robe tied at the waist. Not only did the wine red color make a
perfect accent to the long cascade of hair spilling over her
shoulders, but it also rippled open down the front, and Belkara
could see the swell of one breast beneath the edge. She had to
force her gaze back to Belkara‘s face. A low, rectangular table in
front had a cup of something that gave off faint wisps of steam.
The single log, cackling in the hearth did little to offset the
morning chill spilling through the doorway.
―Close the door. You are causing a draft.‖
Kazare realized she was still standing in the doorway, watching
her walk across the room, taking in the surroundings, and
registering all the pertinent information into her perfect memory.
―Apologies, my Lady-‖
―Call me Lady again, and you will leave,‖ she said, cutting her
off. ―I am no member of the ‗Royal‘ family, so do not address me
as such.‖
Kazare arched her brows. ―As you wish. How shall I address
you, then?‖
―By my name of course.‖ Her tone indicated Kazare had just
asked the stupidest possible question.
―Very well, Belkara.‖ She stepped in and quietly shut the door.
―Talea and I had a fine arrangement together. She took care of
the few things I require.‖ She paused to sip at the cup, ―And then
she left me alone. You would have talked to her already, so you
know this. Then mother will get frustrated and bored with her
plan, whatever it may be, and you can go back to slapping each
other‘s nuchaes.‖
Kazare winced. Kilara had forced Kazare more than once to
pleasure her on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. In her time
up there, she had come to realize the jealousy Kilara had for her
daughter‘s strange power, and the fear of her dependence upon it
for her own reign as Queen. Belkara was as beautiful and smart as
her mother, more so if she were any judge, and there was certainly
no love lost between them.
I have less than a moon here, Kazare thought, pondering on
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of them by the look of it. Oh!‖ she exclaimed noticing the tray of
food on the table beside her. ―Are those sugared ebros?‖ Picking
up one of the firm, yellow fruits that had been sliced thin and
dipped in sugar, she ate several slices all at once, groaning with
delight as she did so. ―Oh Taloria, those are good! Talea never
brings me good food.‖
Kazare smiled. ―The kitchen staff likes me.‖ The image of
Belkara sucking the sugar from each finger burned itself into her
memory. All of her actions, however slight seemed to leap to the
foreground of her awareness. It was uncanny. She hardly knew
this young woman, and yet everything about her drew her focus,
appeared to be more important than anything else around her.
Why? What about her was so compelling? Could her spiritual
energy have such a draw?
―I prepared the meal however, not the kitchen. They have
orders from Kilara about what you should be eating. I am under no
such order.‖
Belkara looked hard at her, the pale blue glare softening a bit.
―You are not like any of the other servants.‖
―Happily, no,‖ Kazare agreed. ―I would not wish this place as a
home on anyone. It corrupts people. Taloria‘s shadow weighs
heavier than the wretched fog this island is always covered in.‖
She chuckled. ―I actually use to like fog before I came here.‖
Belkara looked away. ―You are right, Taloria‘s shadow is in
everything here. Everything is corrupted.‖
As though I could not see that coming. Like a snuffed out
flame, the burning embers of her aura faded to the dimmest
pinpoints, and the black swirling smoke thickened and churned
around her like a boiling tar pit. Kazare found it impossible to tune
out the woman‘s spiritual energy.
Despite the usual rules of conduct regarding servants, Kazare
went over to the couch, reaching over to place a comforting hand
on Belkara‘s shoulder. She flinched at the touch, drawing away
like she had been expecting something other than the reassurance it
was meant to be.
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―I did not mean you, Belkara. I can tell you are not like them.‖
She tensed and turned on Kazare. ―You can tell? How? From
a single morning of watching me sleep? From rearranging my
books? From your perceptive Tel ways? You must think me a
fool that I would believe that.‖
―Far from it.‖ She moved around to sit on the couch, feeling a
sudden need for close, personal contact. Belkara was pushing her
away, the defensive anger coming from something sensitive being
touched upon. Kazare had seen it before, having used it to her
advantage, but unlike then, it was not a desire to illicit information
that drove her, but a need. It clenched her stomach in a knot to see
that pained and desperate expression in Belkara‘s eyes. She locked
her gaze with those cold, pale blue eyes. ―I observe. It is what I
have done and trained for my whole life. I will see things that
most others would not because I know what to look for, and
sometimes…well, I just know.‖
―See what? What can you possibly see here that makes me any
different than anyone else in this Taloria forsaken place, and why
do you care for that matter?‖
The bitterness in her voice squeezed on her heart. Kazare
waved at the room around her. ―These books for example. One
might think you read out of boredom because you are forced to
stay here. That might be the case sometimes, but deeper down,
you read them because you love history. You want to learn, and
you love grand adventures. I looked through the titles you have,
and some of them you must have taken some effort to procure
because they are rare. They speak of other lands and people, of
their heroes and heroines, and sacrifices they made during the last
Change. The books are the only thing of importance in your tower
here, except perhaps for this,‖ she smiled and rubbed the soft
rakdal fur with her hand, avoiding direct contact with Belkara.
―I like the history and the stories,‖ she replied quietly, looking
down at Kazare‘s darkly shaded hand. ―Reading them…takes me
away from here.‖
―And who could blame one for wanting that? You spurn
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everything about this place by how you live, spare, plain, and
utilitarian. House Arrador stands for all that you despise, which is
embodied by your mother. Your father...‖ she shrugged, ―I admit I
personally know little of Ulthas, and of your relationship to him,
only rumor and speculation, but he is not a nice man, and I rather
suspect he does not dote on his little girl.‖
―No,‖ Belkara whispered, staring intently at Kazare, her voice
tinged with something dark and hateful. ―He does not dote.‖
Kazare pressed on. There was an opening, a lowering of her
guard. ―They treat you poorly, and being their child, you suspect
and likely believe that somehow you deserve to be treated as such,
and hate both them and yourself for that. They do not love their
child, they only love what she can do for them. This place is not
home, it never has been, and never will be. You wish desperately
to be anywhere but here, but some part of you believes that
perhaps you do not deserve it.‖
The words poured out. She had not put words to these
impressions until now. It had only been a sense, based on what she
saw now and all that she had heard from others before, but the
haunted, stunned look in Belkara‘s watery eyes revealed them for
the truth. It turned her stomach to know that she could not give her
what she so desperately wanted. Freedom. A Tel did not interfere
with the subject of the mission. It tainted the information
collected, distorted the facts, changed the truth of the story. It was
considered a failure of the mission, and a serious blow to ones
standing in their Tower. Even now, what she had done could be
ruining things for her.
―You see too well,‖ Belkara muttered, and turned away to
drink some water. ―You did not come here just out of curiosity and
relief from my mother, did you?‖
―I came here…‖ Kazare began, but then stopped. She was
revealing too much, and found she could hardly shut up. There
was something peculiar at work she did not quite understand, could
not get her mind around. She wanted to tell her everything, reveal
herself, let her see everything. It was that desperate desire for the
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know, darling girl. Perhaps less if you are lucky.‖ Sadly, she
knew Glenny would be lucky to go home at all. ―Thank you for
your help. I will bring you a treat from the kitchens. Just finish up
here and I will be back.‖
Other than a frown from Dolbrek, Kazare remade her tray of
food with an extra helping of a honey soaked sweet bread for
Glenny, who was quite happy with the treat after Kazare returned,
gobbling it down by the time she had left the room. Inside
Belkara‘s tower, she found the living chamber empty save for a
few books and pages strewn about on the floor.
The fire was dying, so Kazare stoked it back up and added
another log from the wood box next to the hearth. After a few
moments, it was blazing nicely. The door to the courtyard was
open, letting in the cool evening air, and when she went to close it,
realized from the dancing ember glow of Belkara‘s aura that she
was sitting out at the spring.
Every emotion and state of being played itself out in those
smoldering shadows around her. There was hurt, frustration,
anger, and pain… physical pain. Kazare growled. Ulthas must
have hurt her, and she was out here in the chill night air. A
protective rage boiled up through her, and her hands clenched in to
angry fists. The little, sniveling, swine faced…
Kazare marched out to the spring. Belkara was seated on the
edge of a flat stone, her feet dangling in the water. She was
hunched over, face buried in her hands, the long, golden brown
hair slipped over her like a veil. Beside her was a basket filled
with crystalline shapes. The shards she so hated.
―Belkara,‖ she said quietly, kneeling down beside her. She
made no move, did not reply. ―Belkara, what did he do?‖ When
she reached out to lay her hand upon Belkara‘s arm, she jerked
away.
―Go away, Kazare!‖ she rasped, her voice still half choked on
tears. ―I do not need you.‖
Ah, Taloria! You poor girl. The desire to take her in her arms
and hold her was nearly overwhelming. The ache to care for her
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was almost palpable. ―Belkara, look at me, please. You are hurt.
I need to see-‖
Belkara whipped around on her, streams of her hair still stuck
across her face from the tears…and blood. ―I am fine. Just get
out!‖
Her lip was split and swollen, and even in the darkness, the
dark swelling around her left eye was apparent. More disturbing,
her simple, cotton tunic was torn open down the middle to her
navel.
―No,‖ Kazare replied firmly. ―You need this tended too. Let us
go inside-‖
―Leave me alone.‖ She sobbed, pulling out of her grasp. ―I do
not want you here.‖
―Yes, Belkara, you do. Now come,‖ she repeated, and
physically hooked her hands beneath Belkara‘s arms and hoisted
her up from the pool. She was too surprised and overwrought to
resist.
―What are you doing?‖
―Just come inside, Bel,‖ Kazare coaxed. ―Let me see what he
did.‖
She began to cry again, and spoke with a trembling voice, ―No.
I don‗t want--‖
―Come inside, baby,‖ she cooed. ―You are starting to shake.‖
Kazare knew if she really did not want her there, she would
have insisted, but Belkara reluctantly followed along. After laying
her down on the couch and propping her up with pillows, Kazare
retrieved the healing ointments and salves she kept in her sleeping
quarters. Frequenting Kilara‘s bed required it. She returned to
find Belkara sitting up, looking a bit bewildered and still in pain.
Her gaze would not meet Kazare‘s.
―Going somewhere?‖ Kazare asked, putting forth her best
motherly tone.
―I need to check the stones,‖ she whispered. ―It will take most
of the night.‖
―They can wait. I will take care of that,‖ she assured.
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―No.‖ Belkara shook her head, and then winced when she went
to brush the hair from her face. ―Father will be even angrier if I do
not.‖
Kazare sighed, squatting down in front of her so she could
catch her gaze. ―I will take care of your father,‖ she answered.
―Trust me. Belkara, look at me.‖ She reached up and gently placed
her fingertips on either side of her chin, easing her back to face her
again. ―Your father will not do this again.‖
―No,‖ she said, sad resignation in her voice. ―There is nothing
to stop him.‖ The tears began to stream again, ―People know.
Mother knows, and they do not care. Nobody cares about the girl
locked in the tower who makes their precious little stones.‖
―I will speak with Kilara. He will not be back for a while,
believe me.‖ Reaching up, Kazare brushed away the hair from her
face, tucking the strands back behind her ear. ―Now then, sit back
and let me fix up this mess.‖
Belkara choked back a sob and fell back against the pillows.
Whether or not she believed Kazare, or did not have the strength to
fight back, she did not care. With a calm, soft touch, Kazare
applied the balm around the blackening eye. It was half swollen
shut now, and an imprint, likely from some ring Ulthas wore had
tore at the flesh high on the cheekbone. Kazare cleaned the
abraded skin, and Belkara hissed between her teeth when she
applied the ointment to prevent any infection, but said nothing.
―I will get your sleeping robe, Belkara,‖ she said. ―Do not
move.‖
When she returned, Belkara lay there with her eyes closed, half
of her face swollen, discolored, and shining with the glaze of the
ointment. She looked so vulnerable like that, and Kazare again felt
the yearning pangs to have someone to care for. Yet another
reason she had ensured this to be her last mission. Thirty seasons
was a long time to be unmated. It had been a reason for her
success and a constant thorn of loneliness and despair, needling her
at odd moments, but this pang wrenched straight through her gut to
something deeper. Why now, of all times? Kazare wondered. It
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made little sense, but when did such matters ever make sense?
Ripping the remaining part of the tunic jolted Belkara back to
reality, and the startled, frightened look in her wide-eyed stare
quickly vanished when she realized who it was.
―I am sorry,‖ Kazare smiled feebly. ―I was trying to be gentle
about it, but the fabric at the hem did not give easily.‖
―Burn it,‖ Belkara said with quiet anger.
Kazare understood. ―Very well. Let us get you into this robe
first…‖ She paused at the ugly bruises forming upon one of her
breasts. ―Ah, Taloria, Bel. If I were not a servant here and under
contract, I would make Ulthas eat his balls for this.‖
That brought a soft chuckle from Belkara. ―You would not.‖
Kazare looked her square in the eye, her mouth creased into a
frown of outrage. ―I could, and would, Bel. I swear to you now, as
long as I am here, he will not touch you again.‖
Belkara smiled and closed her eyes again. ―Thank you, Kazare.
It…‖ she smiled, ―it almost makes you sound jealous.‖
To her amazement, Kazare realized she was right. ―No, I was
not being jealous. I was just…‖
―Do not say it,‖ she cut her off. ―You will ruin my moment. I
rather like the notion. No one has ever has been jealous of me.‖
Her hand went to her temples, rubbing them gingerly. ―Do any of
your balms work on headaches?‖
Kazare removed the torn tunic and was pulling her breeches off
when she saw something that caught the breath in her throat. ―No,
but…are these scars your father‘s handiwork as well?‖
There was a crisscrossing pattern of thin, white scars on both
inner thighs. New cuts layered over old ones with the topmost
scars still pink. None longer than her finger, the scars were very
precisely layed down, too much so to be random. Without
thinking, she reached out to touch them, sympathy blinding her
judgment, and Belkara flinched, tightening her legs together.
―No, uhm…‖ she was suddenly flustered, embarrassed. ―Just
an accident from when I was younger.‖
She was lying, but now was not the time to press the matter.
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The scars were purposeful, likely from a blade, and if she had to
guess, inflicted by Belkara herself. Self-loathing turned inward.
She had seen it before, but not in such a soft and sensitive place.
Sympathetic pangs quivered through her groin at the thought, and
it suddenly came to her, a great sense of unease and trepidation.
Belkara would die here in this tower. The fear and hate for
everything around her, and above all for herself would lead to one
end. Some day soon, not tomorrow or next moon, but in a season
or two, the blade which marred that soft, luxuriant skin would find
its way too deep, and the life would drain out of her. Worst of all,
there was no one here that would mourn her passing.
Kazare sighed, tying the soft, silk cord about the robe. She
covered, Belkara in the rakdal fur and sat at her feet, placing them
in her lap.
―What are you doing?‖ Belkara murmured.
She smiled, rubbing a warming balm into her hands. ―A well
known cure for headaches, at least in Telmizare. Just rest, Bel.
You need to rest.‖
A smile quirked her sensuous mouth. ―You keep calling me
Bel.‖
―I know,‖ Kazare shook her head. ―I am being too—‖
―No, no,‖ she sighed at the fingers kneading into her feet. ―I
like it. Makes us seem more like…friends. Ah, Taloria!‖ She
moaned at the touch of Kazare‘s fingers on her feet. ―You are
good at that.‖
Kazare leaned back against the cushions, letting her hands
instinctively do what they had been doing for eighteen seasons.
More than just seems, Bel, she thought sadly, the growing sense of
unfortunate fate creeping upon her. She realized then that she was
going to break every rule a Tel lived by. She was going to
interfere with the mission goal. The truth was going to be altered
because it had to be. Something important was happening, but
Kazare could not quite tell what it was. In time it would come to
her. She knew it would, but regardless, the mission had changed.
Somehow she was going to get Belkara out, and Taloria help her
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she glanced in her direction. She did not dare look that way now
or she was sure she would burst into tears. Instead, Belkara shoved
herself off the submerged stone seat and sank into the cool, dim
glow of the spring.
Remembering the feel of Kazare‘s small, firm hands as she
applied her healing ointments to her wounds, Belkara gingerly
touched her face again They had been the softest, gentlest hands.
She had been genuinely concerned about her. It would have been
so easy to just brush it off as selfish interest. Kazare was a Tel,
sent here to gather information, but there was more. Even now she
could feel something, sense Kazare up there watching, sense
something from the power within the spring, not quite speaking to
her, but whispering somewhere in the lonely depths of her spirit
that Kazare was a friend. Even if she had selfish interests in being
here, Belkara knew how precious that notion was, and how truly
desperate she was to have a real friend. Such a short time, and
Belkara knew without a doubt that Kazare was the best thing that
had happened to her in the entire ten seasons she had been living
within the wretched square of stone. Yet someday, tomorrow or a
moon from now, Kazare would leave. The thought struck a chord
of fear in Belkara that threatened to undo her. Could she make her
stay? As much as she wanted too, she knew she could not. Her
mother would. Her father would. She could not do that, be like
them. It was the only thing she could do, since there was nothing
else, nothing at all. Letting the tears wash away in the spring,
Belkara pulled herself up out and headed for the tower door.
―What?‖ She paused, looking at Kazare. She was watching
her, head tilted slightly to one side, an oddly pleasant expression
on her face.
After a moment, Kazare straightened up and snapped back
from whatever far away place she had been. ―What?‖
She was too tired to bother, ―Nothing. Whatever you were
thinking must have been pleasant.‖ She forced a smile, because she
wanted to be able to smile at Kazare, and was rewarded with an
embarrassing flush in her cheeks. Nice thoughts indeed. I wonder
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lying there, head on her thigh and her hands draped casually
around her feet. Her breathing was deep with sleep. She wanted
to laugh. Oh, Taloria! What was I thinking? She tried desperately
to cling to the dreamy sensations, but they faded quickly. Was it
her or Taloria‘s Shadow that was compelling that thought? She
stared down at Kazare‘s sleeping face, the softly smiling, pouty
lips and felt mildly embarrassed. What would Kazare say to that?
She heard them through the balcony high above that looked down
upon her little courtyard. Did Kazare like mother‘s bed games?
The thought spoiled the sleepy, pleasant mood, so Belkara picked
up the book of Esperian poetry she had been reading through the
past several days, and enjoyed the feeling of Kazare lying against
her, deftly ignoring the fact she knew the moment was fleeting and
would never last. Nothing good could last in House Arrador.
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