Escape
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“There are only four soldiers left,” Meronane said. “Unless he was lying, which is likely. Deal with them; then take the servants’ quarters. Let those join you who will; kill the rest. Secure the king’s chambers and wait for my arrival. Curdoc, come with me.”
The small, dark man who had scouted out the castle appeared at Meronane’s side. The priest had not taken his eyes from the tower.
“We deal first with the devil’s spawn,” Meronane said. He raised his hand and beckoned two more men to his side.
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Chapter 16 of Taerith has posted... and it's a humdinger :). Read, comment.
Zoe.....
“If I didn’t know better, I might say you are a spy for some clandestine regime. That’s the third time you’ve received and sent messages through aerial means.”
Zoe whirled, startled and feeling unexpectedly vulnerable. Tancred stood in the shadows of the house, watching her. Zoe passed a hand over her face, roughly swiping the tear-track away. She smoothed her expression with an effort and walked toward him, shoulders thrown back. “I suppose that it is a good thing you know me well enough to realize that is completely preposterous,” she replied to his comment, but her voice lacked its typical bite.
He stepped into the moonlight and she could see his frustratingly inscrutable expression. “So, was it Ilara or Aiden this time?” he asked conversationally.
A ripple of unpleasant laughter went around the room and Brysa stiffened. “I do not defy you, Father,” she protested quietly. “I merely ask you to reconsider the fate you are pressing upon me.”
“You do defy me,” Brastus stated loudly. “You are an unwise girl who must learn to obey without question. And you will learn if I must break every bone in your body to force you to dance to the flute of my authority.”
Mirian let out an impatient snort and turned on her heel. She followed her feet until they took her back outside. The moon, full and stark, was beginning its climb in the cold sky. She shivered. There was something in the air deeper than cold; something she hated but could not place.
A scuffling noise met her ears from the corner of the courtyard. She turned, trying to seek out the shadows for its source. She saw nothing—but there, a movement. Someone was there. Before she could call out to know who it was, the chill of the night sank deeper than her skin.
Something was wrong.
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