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Naras raised his torch to illuminate the speaker, but the man was hidden by a black robe and his hood was pulled low to hide his face. “I got it. He gave in just like you said he would.”
“Then tell me. Who is the boy?” the voice asked impatiently, and with a good deal of urgency.
“From the information you provided he knew of one person who fit the description. His name is Coran Tyelin.”
“Coran Tyelin,” the man said slowly as if he was testing the sound of it. “Excellent work Naras. You have proven yourself to me again. I wonder if you may be ready for more important work. I could have many other tasks for you to perform.”
“I am ready to do whatever you require of me,” Naras replied. If it meant more money he would do anything.
“I have someone who needs watching. A certain Voltian who could be very useful, but I fear somewhat unreliable.”
“Tell me his name and I will do as you command.” When the voice told him he recognized the name. He was not entirely surprised by it either.
The man produced a barbed tipped arrow. He then drew it across his hand. Blood welled up in its wake. He wiped the tip in the blood, making sure it was covered completely. He then held it out for Naras. “Mark the boy Coran for me.”
“Yes, my lord,” Naras said simply. He was ready to do what he could.
Chapter 4
The Celebration
The Grand Hall of the Sun was brightly lit by candles on the tables and torches along the walls at various places. It was spring on the Plain yet a chill still filled the air. The tables were arranged so that an empty space was left in the center of the floor. Food was being brought and set on the tables by servants who bustled about the crowded room. Nobles, friends and prominent people from all over the Plain, and some from beyond, were in attendance.
Coran, dressed in a crisp black shirt that buttoned up the side with silver thread ringing the cuffs and a silver hawk on the left breast, noticed that the guest of honor had not yet arrived. Devon caught sight of him through the throng and started pushing his way towards him, pausing long enough to snag a piece of cheese off a passing tray that was being carried to one of the tables. Coran’s friend wore a green top with some gold down the sleeves and brown pants; they were the colors of House Anders. Coran couldn’t help but be reminded of a walking tree whenever he saw his friend in them.
“I hope she shows up soon so we can eat,” Devon mumbled as he chewed. He swallowed, then stuffed the rest of the piece in his mouth whole.
Coran took note of his friend’s eating habits. “You are going to be the Lord of Anders?”
“So they tell me,” Devon responded with a small spray of cheese.
Coran rolled his eyes. “I can’t wait to see you at diplomacy.”
“Nobody is perfect,” the stocky man shrugged.
A fanfare of trumpets resounded through the hall to announce the arrival of the King. The guests shuffled around to leave an empty lane from the doors to the dais. At a second fanfare Stemis appeared with the Queen at his side. The Monarchs were clothed in the traditional blue and gold of House Sundarrion; their golden crowns were perched majestically atop their heads. They moved at a stately pace, nodding occasionally to the nobles on either side in acknowledgment of them being present for the event.
Naras raised his torch to illuminate the speaker, but the man was hidden by a black robe and his hood was pulled low to hide his face. “I got it. He gave in just like you said he would.”
“Then tell me. Who is the boy?” the voice asked impatiently, and with a good deal of urgency.
“From the information you provided he knew of one person who fit the description. His name is Coran Tyelin.”
“Coran Tyelin,” the man said slowly as if he was testing the sound of it. “Excellent work Naras. You have proven yourself to me again. I wonder if you may be ready for more important work. I could have many other tasks for you to perform.”
“I am ready to do whatever you require of me,” Naras replied. If it meant more money he would do anything.
“I have someone who needs watching. A certain Voltian who could be very useful, but I fear somewhat unreliable.”
“Tell me his name and I will do as you command.” When the voice told him he recognized the name. He was not entirely surprised by it either.
The man produced a barbed tipped arrow. He then drew it across his hand. Blood welled up in its wake. He wiped the tip in the blood, making sure it was covered completely. He then held it out for Naras. “Mark the boy Coran for me.”
“Yes, my lord,” Naras said simply. He was ready to do what he could.
Chapter 4
The Celebration
The Grand Hall of the Sun was brightly lit by candles on the tables and torches along the walls at various places. It was spring on the Plain yet a chill still filled the air. The tables were arranged so that an empty space was left in the center of the floor. Food was being brought and set on the tables by servants who bustled about the crowded room. Nobles, friends and prominent people from all over the Plain, and some from beyond, were in attendance.
Coran, dressed in a crisp black shirt that buttoned up the side with silver thread ringing the cuffs and a silver hawk on the left breast, noticed that the guest of honor had not yet arrived. Devon caught sight of him through the throng and started pushing his way towards him, pausing long enough to snag a piece of cheese off a passing tray that was being carried to one of the tables. Coran’s friend wore a green top with some gold down the sleeves and brown pants; they were the colors of House Anders. Coran couldn’t help but be reminded of a walking tree whenever he saw his friend in them.
“I hope she shows up soon so we can eat,” Devon mumbled as he chewed. He swallowed, then stuffed the rest of the piece in his mouth whole.
Coran took note of his friend’s eating habits. “You are going to be the Lord of Anders?”
“So they tell me,” Devon responded with a small spray of cheese.
Coran rolled his eyes. “I can’t wait to see you at diplomacy.”
“Nobody is perfect,” the stocky man shrugged.
A fanfare of trumpets resounded through the hall to announce the arrival of the King. The guests shuffled around to leave an empty lane from the doors to the dais. At a second fanfare Stemis appeared with the Queen at his side. The Monarchs were clothed in the traditional blue and gold of House Sundarrion; their golden crowns were perched majestically atop their heads. They moved at a stately pace, nodding occasionally to the nobles on either side in acknowledgment of them being present for the event.
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