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‘Fiye says the roof over the girl’s tower needs fixing.’
‘That’s why she heads the roof crew.’
‘No, sire, not maintenance. She says it looks like the frame’s rotting out beneath the tiles. Most of the tar’s gone too so it’ll start leaking if nothing’s done soon.’
‘Mm, tar is a problem. I doubt there’s much left in the cellar. She’ll have to wait until next week when we can get some up in River Run. There’s already a request in but they’ve been taking their time.’
‘Then let’s just hope the girl isn’t bothered by a little rain.’
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The wheat whipped and the hard-packed ground of a sun-baked field bruised Eldrian as he stumbled his landing. He stayed to the ground and twisted over his shoulder to peer back through the golden strands. Had anyone noticed? There weren’t any raised voices, save the argument that had covered his escape, and he’d left his basket in the tree. Hopefully it would take a little while before anyone wondered where he’d gone. The only problem that remained was the Vocal. Even hiding out here, obstructed from ordinary sight, a voice could still filter him out with ease.
No time to waste. Eldrian got to his feet, keeping his head deep below the surface of the wheat sea, and started down the hill. After fifty paces he looked back again and his stomach lurched. Behind lay a long, down-bent path that marked his every movement. Not obvious but anyone who made more than a passing glance would notice it and put two and two together. Not to mention that the wheat probably rippled differently to how the wind moved it as he snuck through.
Unable to think of anything better, Eldrian flattened himself down and started to crawl instead. At least this way the wheat wouldn’t get quite so crushed and wouldn’t move as much towards the top. If anyone at the manor noticed him, one of the Skytouched jailers would be out here in a flash. But he didn’t need to go much farther. The curve of the hill would obscure him from the orchard soon enough. Then it would be time to run.
There were ants amid the wheat. Dozens of them searching for seeds and climbing stalks. Hunting other insects. Occasionally one would run across a part of Eldrian’s skin and send a shiver up his arm or leg or over his nose. He tried not to move too suddenly in retaliation. Almost there.
Suddenly he emerged into a narrow stretch where the wheat parted naturally and the ground was clearer. An animal’s tracks, he realized. Some creature, a fox perhaps, had its burrow in the golden ocean and had worn a path with its travels. It moved eastwards along the slope and Eldrian followed it when he confirmed that he caused far less movement in the clearer space.
At last he looked up to be greeted only by the rooftops of the manor. Eldrian tore himself from the ground and broke into a run. His feet thudded along the dirt, stinging again from the rough landing earlier. Stalks of wheat with their seeded ends whipped his cheeks and forced his eyes closed as he tore through.
The land flattened out beyond the hill and the manor slowly crept back into sight. A dark, spired place from this side, shrouded behind walls of trees. But nobody would be able to see him from it anymore. He had nearly reached the river. Then came the road, past the farmhouse and onwards to that town way off in the distance.
You can’t keep me there, Eldrian told his father.
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By the time Eldrian arrived on the town’s edge the sun sat low upon the horizon, threatening to sink beneath it at any second. When he’d realized that he would be far too exposed to the sky otherwise, he’d taken the river instead of the road. Now his clothes were muddied and wet from navigating the undergrowth of the banks. His arms ached from picking fruit and his legs burned from the trek but this place would come as salvation.
Food, water and a place to sleep were the only things that Eldrian cared for at the moment. How to go about getting them formed a considerable problem when all his possessions, save the clothes off his back, remained at the manor.
Horse and wagon travel, along with the occasional rain, meant that the main street running through the town was almost as muddy as the riverbank had been. Eldrian squelched and slogged his way onto one of the boardwalks along the sides where he thudded in search of something promising.
River Run Garrison read the sign out front. A small place for a small town. Father had always said, and had often been right, that Dawn’s Golden Guard were a good place to start when in need. Not that Eldrian had ever needed any advice to figure that kind of thing out. So he strode through the palisade and into the grounds where a Skytouched in leather armor swooped down.
‘Hoy citizen, what do you seek?’ the soldier asked.
‘A place to stay,’ Eldrian managed after his initial flinching.
‘Then you should find an inn.’
‘But I have no money. And… and I can’t go anyplace else.’
The soldier’s features softened. ‘Where is your home, master Solar. You’re young to be traveling alone.’
‘I have no home. And no parents. My father put me to stay at Children of Light but it’s a cold place. A prison. They keep a Marisin locked up in the tower and put the children to work from dawn to dusk.’
The soldier turned his head to the south where, far in the distance, tiny pinpricks of lighted windows could be seen on the hilltop. He looked back after a few seconds. ‘Come inside, we’ll find a bed to spare and something fill to your stomach. There’s a well by the stables for you to wash your clothes.’
The food turned out to be stew, yet again. Granted, a far thicker and more satisfying stew. But as Eldrian picked at the contents of his bowl, clad in freshly cleaned clothes that were drying as he sat by the bunkhouse’s fire, he wondered if these northerners had heard of any other meals. Something solid, maybe?
Eldrian cast those complaining thoughts aside. At least he had a warm place to stay, free of aching labor and cruel jailers. The folk of the garrison had welcomed him and the commander had listened closely to stories of the true Children of Light, particularly the part about them keeping a Marisin in residence. He could rest here for the night, then start the journey back home.
‘They might try to come for me,’ Eldrian had explained to the commander. ‘I don’t think they’ll like the thought of a worker escaping. It might encourage others to do the same.’
And the commander had agreed. It certainly might. So the garrison had given him a bunk in the commander’s own study with a guard to stand watch outside.
The dull ache of Eldrian’s wornout body threw him into sleep soon after he lay down
The next morning brought sunshine screaming through the windows. Eldrian peeled himself from the bed, muscles still sore, and squinted outside. Wheat, swaying in the breeze as far as the eye could see. The town of River Run had been completely swallowed by it all. Even the river, for which the town was named, had vanished beneath the ocean of yellow. But as Eldrian watched, something started to move in the distance. A point, it looked like, that was rising slowly above the horizon.
Intrigued, he stepped away from the window and wandered through the empty garrison until he found himself outside. By then the point had risen enough to take form. A tower, by the looks of it. The same one that housed the Marisin at Children of Light. Yet Eldrian didn’t feel repelled by it. If anything, he wanted to cross the sea of wheat and go inside.
The stalks and heads brushed delicately upon Eldrian’s skin as he passed through the fields. Either by approach or magic, the tower continued to rise until it pierced the clouds overhead. He pushed inside the massive doors and embarked upon the stairway that spiraled endlessly upwards. It took almost a minute of climbing before he noticed the voice that must have bee
n sitting on the cusp of hearing this whole time. Not a Vocal’s seeing voice, this one had words rather than indecipherable song.
Faster… Hurry… The voice called its encouragements with every step he took until, at last, Eldrian reached the top and faced a door of black metal, glowing all over with rune magic.
Spells of locking, spells of warding, of teleportation, disintegration, dispelling, burning. Somehow he knew the meaning of every rune and, just as odd, he knew the words and movements to remove them. One by one the magic fell to his own until the door looked bare and boring. Then he simply touched the icy surface and it swung open.
There were no windows so the room masked its contents to him. Its owner had no need of light to see. Eldrian could neither see nor sense her as he stepped inside. The girl, where did she hide?
Come closer… come see… the voice whispered, no louder than before. Only then did Eldrian realize that it had always been in his thoughts rather than his ears. He lifted his hands and filled the room with light, only to stifle a scream when he saw her.
The girl. The Marisin. Her arms were splayed wide, legs too, as she hung from the roof where it met the wall on the room’s far side. Despite the radiance of Eldrian’s palms, light died when it reached her. Shadows swirled around the girl’s body as she lifted her head. Tangled strands of black hair fell away from her face and a set of bloodied occumarks came into view. She smiled. Eldrian ran.
No, the girl cried in his mind as he stampeded across the floorboards before thundering back down the stone stairway.
Come back, she shrieked. Come back. Come back. Back. Bring him back. We’ll bring him back.
‘Let’s get him tied up then we’ll bring him back.’
Eldrian shuddered as he awoke, his vision filled by the bricks of the commander’s study.
‘I understand the ropes, but is the gag really necessary?’ someone asked. It sounded like the commander himself.
‘It isn’t if you don’t mind waking the good folk of River Run when this lad comes screaming past,’ another familiar voice. Paetin?
The bleariness of sleep vanished in an instant. Eldrian rolled to his back and sat up. They were outside, crossing the garrison’s grounds.
‘Ah, in that case.’
‘Now if you don’t mind giving me a hand. This one’s yet to be broken in, you see.’
‘Of course.’
His eyes tore apart the study in search of escape. The window? Did he have time? It didn’t matter. Eldrian threw back the covers and practically dove across the room, his hands clawing at the latch. He had it undone straight away but his stomach turned when he lifted the window and it let out a mighty screech.
The voices went silent and their footsteps quickened. Someone began throttling the lock on the door in an effort to have it open.
With no time to spare, Eldrian threw himself out the window. His stomach caught painfully upon the sill and he tumbled into the mud outside, dark and murky under the midnight moon.
He flew to his feet, slipped halfway up, stood again. They’d be checking outside any second. Where to hide?
Across the yard stood the barracks. He’d seen them coming in and all the windows were darkened at the moment. Not inside but around the back. Already his feet were scrambling forward.
‘Where’s he gone?’ came a voice from back inside the study.
‘Out there!’
Running proved tricky in the muck but fortune favored Eldrian’s feet. He spun around the corner of the barracks and searched out his next destination. Nothing but a space between walls. The building and the palisade beside. But everything here stood on stilts to avoid the damp. He dropped to his stomach and rolled underneath before desperately trying to steady his breath.
Squelches sounded all around. A Solar somewhere had their light casting around the grounds. It hunted through the mud but didn’t reach beneath the buildings.
‘Anything?’
‘Not through the gate.’
‘Under the buildings then. Check them, check everywhere.’
Eldrian clenched up. They were going to find him. He shuffled deeper into the mud. With so much covering him, maybe their eyes would slide over and find nothing out of place.
The Solar’s light swept across his eyes but they didn’t make him out from the surrounding brown. He started to feel something else on his skin. The night. The mud. Shivering started and he couldn’t make it stop.
‘Wake one of the Vocals for Dawn’s sake. Get a voice out here.’
No.
Only a matter of time now. Unless he made a run for it. But they would have someone watching the gate, no question. Every exit under guard.
Better than laying in the muck.
He shuffled out from the barracks and crept around to its corner. Along the wall, perhaps. The mud and the wood were close in color.
‘Gotcha!’ someone hissed.
The ground flew up and Eldrian found his face pushed into it. With mud blurring his vision, he couldn’t see his captor. A guard? Not Paetin for he rounded the corner a second later.
‘A slippery lad, this one,’ said the Skytouched. ‘Hold him down.’
‘No!’ Eldrian snarled to the guards of Riverun. ‘They work us to the bone. Why are you helping them?!’
Nobody said anything as they bound his wrists and ankles together behind his back. Nor was a word spoken when Paetin dropped Eldrian upon a horse, stomach down, and rode back to the manor.
He could feel the massive bruise forming throughout the entire ride. So too did the ropes dig into Eldrian’s skin. What a sight, he thought when he remembered the bump upon his forehead.
The gates were open for them and Paetin rode all the way to the stables. He dismounted and left Eldrian to squirm upon the horse and ponder his misfortunes.
Someone crunched along the gravel path, growing nearer with each scrape of stone. Eventually Miss Belamy’s stark and harsh visage came into view. She tilted her head and eyed Eldrian as a hawk might eye a particularly juicy worm.
‘You need to be cleaned up. Then, off to punishment.’
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She bolted upright, her heart pounding so loud inside her head that she almost mistook it for someone knocking at her door. But that wasn’t what had awoken her. Something else. A voice? Something in whatever dream she had been having. Something that felt as though it didn’t quite belong.
She soon lost track of how long she had been sitting. When she finally slumped back into sleep, she found herself revisiting the same path as before, only to be reawoken the exact same way.
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