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Chapter Seven
‘Did the jobs transition fare well today, Paetin?’
‘You would know already had it not.’
‘Good. I can say as much for our inspector.’
‘The wine cellar suffered somewhat.’
‘Worth it, in the end. By the way, an excellent plan with that little trap of yours yesterday.’
‘Thankyou, Sire.’
‘The boy’s a clever one but— What was that?’
‘Something falling? I’ll find out.’
‘Seems we spoke too soon on the jobs transition. Maybe we were asking for this.’
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Eldrian’s eyes fluttered open and found their way to the girl’s occumarks again. Two long, straight curtains of equally-black hair framed her face, pale from a life in the dark.
‘Who are you?’ she asked again, louder this time. In contrast to her singing, the girl’s voice sounded odd. Off, somehow. Almost as though she was talking from the other side of a thick, warped sheet of glass, though without the sound being muffled.
‘I— I’m—’
‘Don’t stutter,’ she said. This time her words seemed to roll backwards as well as forwards, though no less discernibly.
‘Eldrian,’ he blurted out. Then he wondered how she could hear him, for she seemed able to. His eyes wandered to her earmuffs. Big, brutal, metal things that sat upon her head in an ugly mess. Each end, a large lump of steel, covered an ear with a glowing, blue rune letter atop. She wore no hood, unlike so many others of her race, so the fleshy, scarific nature of her occumarks should have been plain as day if their color weren’t so camoflaged. But Eldrian didn’t focus on those. Instead his eyes wandered to the hints of dried blood that peeked out around her ears.
‘Eldrian,’ she tasted the word and her voice sounded like the wind. ‘Are you new here?’ she asked.
Every time the girl spoke, her voice seemed different. The tone, the harmony, everything. Even with his limited understanding of sound magic, Eldrian knew how much of a problem this would pose to her casting spells when there was such reliance on things as seemingly insignificant as volume. Were the earmuffs solely to blame for this? Or were those runes doing something too?
‘Are you awake?’ The girl asked. She nudged her foot against his. The bad one.
‘Mmm!’ Eldrian tensed up at the pain.
The girl looked down and her voice sank a little before returning with her eyeless gaze. ‘What happened to you— Did you break my roof?’
‘No!’ Eldrian blurted out.
‘The light is coming in. Why did you do that?’ she asked her voice raising slightly.
‘I didn’t. I mean, it was an accident.’
‘You wanted to come look at me, didn’t you?’ The girl’s features creased. ‘I remember, you were here before with the food boy. Now you’re back for another look. Everyone wants another look but they don’t break my roof!’
Eldrian shuddered, his heart pounding so hard it almost distracted him from his leg. This was it. The end. A fast trip to paradise.
The girl kept going. ‘Why dijoo want to look at me? Look at me now, ah! Look at—’
Her voice screeched to a halt but Eldrian barely had the sense to wonder why when he heard the footsteps thundering up the stairs outside. They were winding up and up, by now only one floor below.
‘…just pray to Dawn they didn’t land on their heads. We’re lucky something like this happened now and not yesterday,’ came the voice of Paetin.
The girl took several steps backwards as a lock clicked open. Eldrian felt the door thud against his back and push him along the floor.
‘Back to your room, child,’ said Paetin as he entered.
The girl huffed then turned around and padded deeper into the darkness until she faded from sight and closed the door behind her. Eldrian looked up at his saviors. Besides Sire Mastro’s second there was Sprig and a jailer whose name he didn’t know. The latter strode over to reach Yoled’s side.
‘Flit’s got a nasty bump but he’s breathing okay.’
‘What about you, young Eldrian?’ Paetin asked.
‘My ankle,’ was all he could manage.
The Skytouched man stooped down to inspect the damage. ‘Tsk, that’s a bad bit of work. Get him up, Sprig. Belamy will need to take a look at it.’
For a moment the pain faded under Eldrian’s fear of what Miss Belamy would consider ‘taking a look’.
The pain came back in a flood as Sprig hefted Eldrian into the air. He hissed through tears at the momentary pressure it put on his ankle.
‘Carefully,’ said Paetin. Then he turned to the other jailer present. ‘Have Fiye get a sheet or some such to cover the hole. And find out what she was thinking in putting these two up there on their own.’
The journey downstairs went slowly as Sprig made the merciful decision to creep with as little bounce in his pace as possible. Still, the constant, pounding agony was more than enough to keep Eldrian occupied. So much did it hurt that he almost didn’t notice the girl’s voice pass over him for a few seconds.Then they were on the landing for the floors beneath.
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‘Hyng!’ Eldrian groaned into the bit of wood in his mouth.
The hands causing him such torment retreated and Miss Belamy stared down at him. ‘More fuss than a birthing woman.’ The second’s pause must have been sufficient as her fingers went back to their job of probing his break.
Eldrian clamped his eyes closed and tried to send his mind elsewhere. The only locations he could find had rivers of fire and fields of needles. Places where it hailed rocks and blew searing ash. At this stage, even the bed in this infirmary caused him agony.
‘Ugh,’ Miss Belamy sighed, her hands mercifully stopping again. ‘It’s no good. The bone’s completely shattered and this bend isn’t helping. I’d only set it wrong.’
‘Any ideas?’ Paetin asked.
‘Well, we could always cut it at the knee.’
Eldrian’s eyes shot open. ‘Mmm! Mmm!’ He grunted with wild shakes of his head.
‘In that case, Sprig?’
‘Miss?’
The jailer and the child wrangler stepped off to one side, their backs to Eldrian. A whispered conversation passed between them. Sprig shook his head, Belamy pressured him. He agreed in the end. When he returned, he looked grim.
‘Sorry kid. I’ll do this quick.’
Before Eldrian had a chance to realize the plan, Sprig’s hands were on his broken and bent ankle. The Earthborn took a firm, painful grip, then jerked the leg straight.
‘Mrrnh!’ Eldrian shrieked into his gag. Tears flowed with renewed vigor and he nearly blacked out. The fact he didn’t only added to the cruelty.
Paetin had his eyes elsewhere and Sprig quickly turned away once his work had finished. Miss Belamy, meanwhile, failed to give the slightest flinch.
‘Good, that will at least make this possible. I’ll yell if anything else is needed.’
The two jailer men seemed grateful to be allowed to leave. Once they had gone, Miss Belamy returned her seething focus to Eldrian’s leg. Her fingers coiled around the break as her palms began to glow and healing magic spilled forth. On a smaller wound, this might have felt soothing. Despite not knowing it particularly well on the practical side, Eldrian had read a fair bit on Solar healing. In essence, it merely accelerated the body’s natural regeneration to extreme speeds. But on big things, such as breaks, it needed a lot of guidance.
Straight away the stinging surged. Miss Belamy pursed her lips as she enticed bits of bone to knit themselves together again. The magic stopped after a few moments and she scrunched her mouth to one side.
‘There are fragments scattered around. They won’t return on their own.’
Eldrian braced himself for what he knew was about to come. Miss Belamy changed her spell to levitation and, bit by bit, she found the shards of bone. Then came the hard part, pulling them back into place so that they would fit together correctly.
‘Those grunts aren’
t helping me concentrate…’ the cruel woman said. She paused her healing, reached over and pulled the gag from his mouth. ‘Bite your tongue instead.’
‘Why do you hate me?’ Eldrian asked a moment later, struggling not to hiss at the pain. At least talking proved a slight distraction.
Miss Belamy, having returned to her work, didn’t look away. ‘Who says I hate you?’
‘You treat us orphans like dirt. Worse than that. And you more than the other adults.’
‘That doesn’t mean I hate you.’
A surge sent Eldrian’s fingers clawing at the sheets before he could get a word in.
‘Maybe I’m fed up with the lot of you,’ said Miss Belamy. ‘The way we give you a home, food, clothes. We mend your wounds and try to give you a better lot in life. But when it comes to listening and showing gratitude, it seems all of you are above that. Maybe I’ve just grown tired of it.’
Another wracking of pain as splinters of bone pushed closer together and tried to reassemble themselves. He had to suspect that she was doing it to keep him quiet while she spoke.
‘I’m sure Fiye told your friend to be careful on that part of roof. Indeed she should have watched you, but were you concentrating wholly on your work, or joking around?’ Miss Belamy lifted her eyes to Eldrian’s, raised a brow, then went back to healing. ‘I thought so. Still, she will take most of the blame because of your carelessness. Just as I would were I in her place. And none of you ever seem to learn.’
At last the healing stopped and the sharp stabbing quickly died to a constant radiance.
‘Or maybe you were right before. Maybe I do hate all of you… We’ll resume later.’
Miss Belamy stood and glided out the door.
Eldrian turned away and tried to clear his mind. He didn’t need to glance over at the bed beside him to know how Yoled was faring. The Skytouched boy hadn’t woken up yet. At least his wounds were healed. The visible ones.
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Maybe the smell could be blamed for waking him in the end. The damp smell of the dorm had been troubling at first but Eldrian had eventually gotten used to it. Now this fresher scent seemed wrong so he opened his eyes.
There were leaves growing on him. More than that. A whole bed of ivy, almost as if the floor of a forest had decided that he should be included in it.
Eldrian sat up, pushing the plants aside with ease, and surveyed the infirmary. What was left of it. Now it seemed more like an indoor garden. The walls were overgrown with climbing coils of leaves while vines tangled down from the ceiling. A thick carpet of green ran across the floor, spotted with shrubs and saplings that were fighting for sunlight. The beds were as overgrown as everything else but even then he could tell that Yoled had vanished.
As Eldrian stared in wonder at the overnight-emerging jungle, a flash of movement caught his eye. Something rustled through the undergrowth. It peeked out from a bush laden with bright purple berries. Then it scurried out the door to the infirmary but not before he got a good look at the creature.
It had a long nose and big, thin ears that flopped as it moved. Swishing bristles covered its back like fur and ran all the way along its body until stopping at its tail. A fairy parg.
It seemed strange, but Eldrian suddenly had the sense that he should follow the beast. He cast the rest of the vine-blanket aside and slid to his feet, momentarily forgetting his broken ankle.
Eldrian flinched in anticipation of agony but none came. He looked down and found his skin bare of marks and his leg as straight as ever. Miss Belamy must have returned while he slept to finish the job. So without thinking any further on it, he walked with confidence in pursuit of the tiny-quilled creature.
Whatever had brought about this overgrowth clearly hadn’t stopped with the infirmary. It seemed that every inch of the manor had been reclaimed by plants. In a way it was fortunate as it meant that the fairy parg could hardly move without rustling the leaves of something. Eldrian had only to stop moving for a second in order to hear a faux-aquatic hissing in the room ahead.
If the inside of the manor had become overgrown, the gardens were now a jungle. Only a few slivers of sun were able to reach the ground between the immense canopy of leaves overhead. Some trees Eldrian felt certain weren’t even native to the area. Fortunately the fairy parg never strayed towards the gardens or it might have been lost forever. Instead it made its way across the ravine, bridged now by a dense tangle of roots rather than anything Kelad-made.
At first Eldrian didn’t recognize the spiral stairway when they began to ascend it. Some of the walls had been punched out by the jungle and the climb resembled a maze more than a loop of stairs. None of the steps was visible anymore, lost under leaves and dirt alike. Yet still the fairy parg scampered onwards. What did it want up here? They were supposed to be burrowing animals.
The blackened door looked oddly bare with no warding runes occupying it. It even stood open, pushed out by the snaking stretches of vines that seemed to cover everything. Eldrian caught a glimpse of the parg as it flashed through a gap on the floor. He stepped over the greenery and squeezed through after it.
Being so high, the girl’s tower managed to poke above much of the surrounding vegetation. Blades of light streamed in through myriad cracks that the plants had made in an effort to escape. Eldrian scanned the room but he couldn’t see any signs of its usual occupant.
The tangles seemed to grow thicker the deeper he stepped inside. His eyes were fixed on the center where a black flower grew. Large didn’t begin to describe it. The petals stood almost twice as tall as him. An ebony wall to protect the secrets inside. And every root, every vine and every inch of ivy seemed to be growing outward from it.
Eldrian ran his fingers over the flower’s massive petals They had a velvety feel to them, cool to the touch. He peeled the edge of one back, careful not to damage it. Then came another layer and more still until at last he reached the center. He yelped at what he saw.
There lay the girl, curled up in the flower’s core. The roots enveloping the manor appeared to be growing from her such that she had almost vanished underneath them. Eldrian pushed in and fell to her side. She wasn’t moving. And yet her body looked intact despite the roots emerging from her skin. He shook her arm.
Wake up, he tried to shout but his voice sounded distant.
Wake up. Wake up!
Eldrian jolted awake and glanced around the infirmary. Only the dim light from an oil lantern in the hall aimed to fight the gloom of the early morning. Shadow bathed over everything else yet he could tell that the vines were gone. A quick check on Yoled revealed that the boy still slept, though not naturally.
He rubbed his forehead and flinched as one of his many injuries bit back at the contact. What had that dream been about? Already it was fading but he distinctly remembered vines everywhere and something about a fairy parg. And the girl. The girl was dead.
Some folk said, or wrote, that all dreams had meaning but Eldrian didn’t know if he believed that or not. Especially considering some of the ones he’d had in the past. The dream about the entire town turning into strawberry pudding came to mind, unless it wanted to tell him that he liked strawberry pudding. A waste of effort, since he already knew.
‘Yoled?’ Eldrian hissed.
The Skytouched boy’s chest still rose and fell. He’d been given water, carefully, but they hadn’t tried food. Folk could survive a long time without eating so there wasn’t any urgency just yet. That didn’t keep the worry at bay. Why hadn’t he woken up.
‘Yoled!’ louder this time. In the dark, it almost looked as if there came some movement, only the flicker of candlelight.
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