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murmured, "I'll have to tell the king about this. How interesting." Garranon's eyes met mine, worried. I shrugged. It wasn't a good thing to draw Jade Eyes' s attention, but there was nothing I could do. Oreg was supposed to meet me in Estian, but he'd followed instead, and I had no way to tell him not to.
Ah, well, I thought, at least Jade Eyes thinks it is just me he is feeling. Nothing that would endanger Hurog.
Jade Eyes didn't speak to me again during the remainder of our journey, but he watched me all day, and when I awoke each morning, he was seated by my side staring at me again. The desire to cross my eyes and stick out my tongue at him grew almost overwhelming. But I was Hurogmeten and I had my dignity.
I was a model prisoner, joining in dicing games in the evening, and rowdy songs during the day. The general, whose name I finally discovered was Lawin, eventually only tied me at night. I didn't play stupid—as I once had—but I didn't go out of my way to discuss philosophy and battle strategies, either. Garranon kept to himself, like a man who'd betrayed a friend. I'd have told him not to fret, but it would have looked odd for me to search him out. I knew he'd had little choice. Jakoven liked to watch people Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html writhe. Truth was, I wasn't precisely Garranon's friend; men in his position couldn't afford to have friends.
But I liked him, and always had.
On the evening of the third day of the journey, Garranon sat down beside me. He squinted his eyes and looked at two of the men who were putting up a tent with swift efficiency.
"Gods, I'm sorry, Ward," he murmured in a voice that wouldn't carry farther than my ears.
"No need," I said back. "I know whose decision this is." We sat for a while more in a surprisingly companionable silence.
"He can't decide what to do with me," said Garranon with bitter amusement. Someone else might have thought the comment came out of the blue.
"Jakoven?"
"Jade Eyes is his new favorite."
I nodded my head. "Does it bother you?"
Garranon laughed. "Not if he would let me go. I have a son, did you know?" He continued without waiting for my nod. "He's three and I've seen him twice. When I request leave to go to my estates, Jakoven says he can't do without me."
"Jakoven's still punishing you for joining Haverness to run the Vorsag out of Oranstone?" It wasn't really
a question.
He shrugged. "I don't know what he's doing." He buried his head in his knees. "I'm not entirely certain he
does, either."
I disagreed. I thought the king knew exactly what he was doing to Garranon, but I didn't say so. We stayed there in silence until it was time to sleep. I hope I helped him as much as he helped me keep my panic at bay. Oreg was nearby, but I couldn't see any way out of this without putting Hurog at war with the king. Maybe my uncle would do better.
It grew harder to keep up the "Hail, fellow, well met" image as we got closer to Estian. The last morning
of the journey, General Lawin put iron manacles on my wrists.
"Sorry," he said, half apologetically, and handed me a water skin. Feeling sympathy for him, I drank his peace offering. I gave it back to him and he took it gingerly. He met my eyes squarely and said, "I am very sorry, my lord. I must do my duty." Foreign magic, tainted and foul, burned through me, and I realized he hadn't just been talking about the manacles.
"The water," I said hoarsely. "Something in the water." Something more than the herbs my mother had favored.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Two guards, eyes lowered and faces grim … I blinked my eyes and they were replaced by two fire demons that clutched my manacles in their clawed hands. I spun, and the demons fell away from me to lie
broken on the ground.
The pain of the magic elixir made my arms shake. Sweat ran into my eyes and distorted my vision until everything I saw was blurred in
Ah, well, I thought, at least Jade Eyes thinks it is just me he is feeling. Nothing that would endanger Hurog.
Jade Eyes didn't speak to me again during the remainder of our journey, but he watched me all day, and when I awoke each morning, he was seated by my side staring at me again. The desire to cross my eyes and stick out my tongue at him grew almost overwhelming. But I was Hurogmeten and I had my dignity.
I was a model prisoner, joining in dicing games in the evening, and rowdy songs during the day. The general, whose name I finally discovered was Lawin, eventually only tied me at night. I didn't play stupid—as I once had—but I didn't go out of my way to discuss philosophy and battle strategies, either. Garranon kept to himself, like a man who'd betrayed a friend. I'd have told him not to fret, but it would have looked odd for me to search him out. I knew he'd had little choice. Jakoven liked to watch people Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html writhe. Truth was, I wasn't precisely Garranon's friend; men in his position couldn't afford to have friends.
But I liked him, and always had.
On the evening of the third day of the journey, Garranon sat down beside me. He squinted his eyes and looked at two of the men who were putting up a tent with swift efficiency.
"Gods, I'm sorry, Ward," he murmured in a voice that wouldn't carry farther than my ears.
"No need," I said back. "I know whose decision this is." We sat for a while more in a surprisingly companionable silence.
"He can't decide what to do with me," said Garranon with bitter amusement. Someone else might have thought the comment came out of the blue.
"Jakoven?"
"Jade Eyes is his new favorite."
I nodded my head. "Does it bother you?"
Garranon laughed. "Not if he would let me go. I have a son, did you know?" He continued without waiting for my nod. "He's three and I've seen him twice. When I request leave to go to my estates, Jakoven says he can't do without me."
"Jakoven's still punishing you for joining Haverness to run the Vorsag out of Oranstone?" It wasn't really
a question.
He shrugged. "I don't know what he's doing." He buried his head in his knees. "I'm not entirely certain he
does, either."
I disagreed. I thought the king knew exactly what he was doing to Garranon, but I didn't say so. We stayed there in silence until it was time to sleep. I hope I helped him as much as he helped me keep my panic at bay. Oreg was nearby, but I couldn't see any way out of this without putting Hurog at war with the king. Maybe my uncle would do better.
It grew harder to keep up the "Hail, fellow, well met" image as we got closer to Estian. The last morning
of the journey, General Lawin put iron manacles on my wrists.
"Sorry," he said, half apologetically, and handed me a water skin. Feeling sympathy for him, I drank his peace offering. I gave it back to him and he took it gingerly. He met my eyes squarely and said, "I am very sorry, my lord. I must do my duty." Foreign magic, tainted and foul, burned through me, and I realized he hadn't just been talking about the manacles.
"The water," I said hoarsely. "Something in the water." Something more than the herbs my mother had favored.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Two guards, eyes lowered and faces grim … I blinked my eyes and they were replaced by two fire demons that clutched my manacles in their clawed hands. I spun, and the demons fell away from me to lie
broken on the ground.
The pain of the magic elixir made my arms shake. Sweat ran into my eyes and distorted my vision until everything I saw was blurred in
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