Errolsonâs friendship and love for the king.
Back at the palace, King Darrow the jealous
Mused on the murder heâd planned.
Imagine his gloom when the boy he had doomed
Marched in with the orchid in hand.
Aidan soon understood that his gift was no good,
So he wheeled and ran swiftly away.
He returned again to the deep Feechiefen,
And there he has stayed to this day, boys.
There he has stayed to this day.
The crowd was delighted, but Aidan had heard enough. He pushed his way to the front and mounted the platform. The crowd roared at the sight of him, and the chant quickly arose again: âHail to the Wilderking! Hail to the Wilderking!â
âQuiet!â Aidan shouted over the noise. âBe quiet! Let me speak!â
Gradually the noise subsided enough for Aidan to make himself heard. âPeople of Hustingreen!â he yelled. âYou have a king! His name is Darrow!â
Hissing sounded from the audience. âDarrow ainât my king!â a voice called.
âHail to the Wilderking! Hail to the Wilderking!â
âNo!â Aidan shouted. âNo! This is treason! This is a gathering of traitors!â
Percy watched with some concern as smiling faces turned sullen and grumbling rumbled across the village square.
But Aidan didnât care. âI will have no part of this.â He remembered something Bayard the Truthspeaker had told him years before, and he repeated it to the Hustingreeners. âA traitor is no fit king. How can a man be king of Corenwald if he betrays the king of Corenwald?â
Quizzical looks contorted a few faces as Aidanâs hearers tried to work out the tricky logic of the question.
âLooks to me like Darrowâs the traitor,â the village blacksmith shouted. âThe way I figure, heâs the one who ainât fit to be king!â Heads began noddingagain. People were slapping the blacksmithâs back and shaking his hand.
Aidan could tell he was losing them again. âPeople of Hustingreen! Aidanites!â he yelled, straining to be heard. âIt is not your job to make the ancient prophecies come true!â
âWe ainât making the prophecies come true,â Wash yelled back. âYouâre doing a fine job of that your own self!â The crowd laughed and whooped in appreciation. Wash pressed his advantage. âAidan Errolson, did you or did you not kill a panther with a stone?â
âWell, yes,â Aidan admitted. âBut â¦â
âHe did, he did!â Dobro yodeled. âI seen it with these two eyes!â Dobro had gotten caught up in the mobâs enthusiasm. But a stern look from Aidan silenced him.
ââWith a stone he shall quell the panther fell!ââ Wash triumphantly quoted the Wilderking Chant, sticking his chest out and jabbing a finger in Aidanâs direction.
ââHe will silence the braggart, ennoble the coward,ââ piped an old veteran, also quoting from the chant. âI was there at Bonifay, young man. I saw that braggart giant go silent. I was one of the warriors of Corenwald who were ennobled again in our most fearful hour.â
âWhere you been these three years, Aidan Errolson?â asked a woman Aidan recognized as the village baker.
âFeechiefen,â Aidan mumbled.
âIâm sorry,â the woman called sweetly. âI didnât hear that last part.â
Aidan cleared his throat and spoke more loudly. âThe Feechiefen Swamp.â
âInteresting,â the woman said. Then she lowered her voice for dramatic effect and recited the last three lines of the Wilderking Chant:
Look to the swamplands, ye misfit, ye outcast.
From the landâs wildest places a wild man will come
To give the land back to his people.
âIâm ready to get my land back!â bellowed somebody in the back.
âMe too!â yelled another. âWhen do we get started?â
The village square
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