by Jane Glatt
The jail was on the lowest level and as Kane strode through the castle halls he nodded to Kingsguardsmen along the way. Dressed in their neat, dark blue uniforms, they kept watch in the corridors of the castle. As he often did, he paused briefly outside the Great Hall and peered in to view the ancient tapestry that depicted King Wolde. The first king, Wolde had united all the minor lords and chieftains to create Soule over two thousand years ago. The tapestry showed the newly crowned King, arms outstretched, as he stood above a crowd of bowed and kneeling figures. Faded but still visible along the top of the tapestry, the five old gods looked on, expressions of approval on their faces. Kane often wondered if High Bishop Valden’s sight was failing him. Surely if the man knew the treasured tapestry depicted the old gods he would attempt to alter it. Kane had no doubt the High Bishop would alter history itself if he could.
Kane’s boots clacked on the stone floors as the sumptuous furnishings and thick tapestries gave way to older and more worn items the further he traveled from the king’s apartments. As he moved through less-traveled areas of the castle, the guards were fewer and farther apart, but all snapped to attention as he came upon them. Soule had not been to war for generations and the castle itself had not seen any conflict for even longer, but Kane kept his guards ready just the same. Weapons’ training was thorough and he rotated his men to patrol the border in northern Fallad. Skirmishes with bandits from Langmore helped keep their skills sharp, but he knew he could never compensate for the lack of real battle experience. He did what he could to keep his men ready, as had his uncle before him, and he consoled himself with the thought that war while he was captain was very unlikely.
He’d assigned Andel to guard the thief. His guards were loyal to the king and to him as captain, but the Church’s hold on people, including some of his guards, had become much stronger in the past few years. Like him, Andel followed the old gods and so viewed the High Bishop’s actions more critically than the Church’s followers were wont to do.
Kane nodded to two more guards and entered the jail proper. The outer room held only Jervis, the jailer, and a table and some chairs along one wall. A solid oak door banded with black iron was opposite the entrance that led into the room that held the cells. This door was always kept locked and there was always at least one guard in with prisoners. More guards could be assigned if needed, but it was unusual to hold anyone for any great length of time. Most prisoners for smaller crimes soon had their bonds bought out, either by friends or someone looking for cheap labor. Serious crimes, such as murder, were punishable by death.
“Jervis.” Kane nodded to the man as he rose from a chair at the table. “I have orders regarding the thief. The one caught stealing from the priest.”
“Aye, Captain.” Jervis said.
“Her bond price has been set at two hundred crowns,” Kane said. “I must ask that you hold firm on the bond price. It’s very important.”
“That I’ll do, Captain. I’ll make sure my men all understand that as well.”
“Good. Thank you,” Kane said. Now that he’d completed that small piece of business it was time to get a good look at the thief.
“I want to take a look at her,” Kane said. “You’ve got just the one prisoner today?”
“Aye,” Jervis said. If he thought Kane’s request odd, it didn’t show. He simply grabbed a key from the large ring at his side and fitted it into the lock. With a twist, he opened the door for Kane.
“And not much of a prisoner, if you ask me,” Jervis said and stepped aside to allow Kane to edge past him.
Kane ducked through the door to enter the cell room and nodded to Andel, who stood to one side of the open door. Jervis relocked the door once Kane was inside, the click of the lock echoing in the enclosed space.
Seven barred cells, each inset with a door, ringed the small space in which he and Andel stood. Walls and ceiling were all cut stone and seven of the cells were swept bare. Old odors still clung to the stone but the air was less rank than one might think. Kane expected the cells to be as clean as the Kingsguards own barracks, and so they were.
In the cell on the left along the back, a layer of fresh straw had been piled against the far wall, covered with a light blanket. On the blanket sat the thief.
She looked small, dressed all in black, with her knees tucked up under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. She watched him warily through half closed eyes, but when she opened her eyes wide for a moment, Kane sucked in his breath. Witch eyes, they were, one green and one brown; why hadn’t anyone mentioned this? Surely the High Bishop would have used this to make his case for her death? High Bishop Valden despised those who committed crimes against his priests, but he hated witches. A blasphemy against the One-God, he called them. This despite the fact that the Duchess of Aruntun, one of the King’s councilors, was descended from a long line of witches.
Other than the eyes there was nothing remarkable about the girl. Woman, he amended, as she looked to be past twenty. Short brown hair curled slightly around a plain dirt-streaked face. Her chin and nose were rather ordinary, as were the rest of her features, even down to the thin, slightly underfed look about her. She wore a black shirt, a well-worn black leather vest and black breeches that were rolled up to reveal slim ankles and supple-looking black leather slippers. He was amused when she deliberately looked him up and down. Her eyes flicked from his head to his boots before they rested on his face. Kane’s amusement faded and he twitched his shoulders when he met her solemn gaze. He had the feeling she’d seen more than he wanted her to with those witch eyes.
He bent to Andel. “Why was there no mention about the witch eyes do you think?” he asked softly. Witch eyes were so rare surely someone would have noted them? There had been three inn guards, two of his own Kingsguardsmen, not to mention the priest. All would have been able to see this thief’s eyes.
“I gotta tell you, I’m a little relieved Captain, I was starting to think I was seeing things - you’re the first person that’s remarked on them.” At Kane’s raised eyebrow, Andel continued. “Even old Jervis there,” he nodded towards the door to the other room, “him that’s always throwing salt over his shoulder and givin’ the sign when he thinks anyone’s looked at him crosswise, even he didn’t have any reaction to the lass.”
Perplexed, Kane looked at the prisoner again. Except for the eyes, physically she was completely unremarkable. He supposed that came in handy for a thief. Maybe that’s why she was a thief. He loved Kingsreach and its people, but he knew it was unlikely anyone in town would hire a woman with witch eyes. Maybe in Aruntun, but not in Kingsreach.
He stepped closer to the cell and motioned for her to stand. With a slight sigh, she did, carefully brushing some straw and dirt off her breeches. Kane figured her nose was about even with the top of his shoulder, an altogether average height - all in all, nothing outstanding about this woman in any way. But for the eyes he’d bet most people could watch her steal their purse and not be able to pick her out of a crowd an hour later.
“So,” he leaned in towards her. “Why is it no one has remarked on your eyes?” Her only reaction was a small frown and an increased wariness in her eyes. “And why was the priest able to see you so clearly in a dark room yet even he missed those eyes?” Kane was sure her reaction to his last question was fear. Was it because of the priest? The reports he’d read described the priest was a simple country cleric who felt favoured by the One-God when asked to deliver the knife to the High Bishop. Maybe it had something to do with the knife? There was much they didn’t know about old steel.
Kane himself wore a sword of old steel, passed down for generations in his family. The sword was his - he felt it in the way it fit his hand, in the perfect balance, and in the soft hum that ran through his body when he wielded it. Every time he took up another weapon he felt the difference. Could she have reacted to something like that? He remembered the first time he’d handled his sword. Even though he’d been expecting to feel something he’d
been startled. Perhaps the knife belonged to her family and the thief had a right to it?
“Andel, please have Jervis come in,” Kane said and Andel stepped to the door and banged on it three times – the signal for Jervis to unlock it.
“I’m going to interview the prisoner in her cell.” Kane told the jailer once he opened the door. It was an unusual request but Jervis simply nodded. He unlocked the cell door and stood aside as Kane stepped through it.
“Jervis why don’t you wait in the other room? Andel will let you know when we need out - and I really don’t think I’m in any danger from this lass.” Kane kept his eyes on the prisoner while Jervis closed the other door on his way out.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Kane took a step in her direction. “But I need to get some answers.”
She eyed him warily, her back against the wall.
“I’m not sure I have any answers.” Her voice was quiet. “But I’ll co-operate.” She shrugged and gestured to the cell. “I’m not going anywhere until my mates buy my bond.”
“Good.” Kane relaxed slightly. She was willing to answer his questions - he hoped she was willing to tell him the truth. “This is what I know. You tried to steal a knife from a priest. He woke up in a dark room screaming for the guard and you were caught going out the window. Correct?” She nodded hesitantly. “But something’s missing. Both guards at the inn swear the room was dark when they arrived yet the priest described you perfectly. How did he get a good look at you?” Kane stared at her until she swallowed and looked away.
After a few seconds, she spoke. “Maybe the guards were mistaken about a light in the room.”
After she stopped talking, she fidgeted with a bit of straw stuck to her shirt. There was more to this, he was sure.
“Possible, but unlikely. I know these guards well. They used to be under my command and I’m sure they would not be mistaken about something as obvious as a light. And only an unskilled thief would enter a lit inn room at night.” Kane held up his hand when it seemed she was about to say something. “You don’t strike me as unskilled. So the question again is how did the priest see you in the dark room?”
He studied her as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Then her mismatched eyes darted to his sword. There was more in that look than the usual healthy regard for a weapon, even for a thief. As Kane slowly drew his sword he felt the familiar tingle that always accompanied its release from its scabbard. The thief’s eyes were fixed on his sword. He gripped the pommel tightly with his right hand and with the sword pommel up, took a step towards her. She shrank back from him and hugged her arms tightly to her side.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I just want to try something.” He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her wrist. She was much stronger than she looked but after initial resistance, she relaxed. He covered her right hand with his left and then pushed them both down on the pommel of his sword.
Kane gasped and almost dropped his sword. Heat crept up his sword arm and settled into every nerve and muscle and sinew of his body. It was similar to the tingle he usually felt when wielding his sword - but magnified … ten times … a hundred times. And the light! His sword glowed with a brilliant blue-white light that illuminated every inch of the cell. Eyes wide, he looked into one green eye and one brown eye and he wondered that her face did not reflect his own surprise.
Kane dropped her hand and took a quick step back and the light went out. His hands shook when he slid his sword into its scabbard and he focused on getting thoughts under control. By Jik, what had just happened? All his years in the Brotherhood and never once had he heard of old steel reacting in that way. Even now his sword hummed in a way that it never had before. Had the knife the thief tried to steal hummed as well?
“I know how the priest could give such a good description of you.” His voice was still a little shaky. A quick look over his shoulder told him that Andel had also seen what had happened.
The thief backed away from him until once again she stood with her back against the cell wall. She mumbled something under her breath and Kane took a step closer, thinking his nerves were strung so tight he must have misunderstood. “What did you say?”
“It was nothing, just an old saying my mother taught me.”
“Repeat it!” Kane was now only two steps away from her. “Now.”
“Why? Oh brothers, er, all right. It doesn’t even mean anything. Brothers by the throne.”
Kane looked back at Andel, who simply stared at the woman, eyes wide.
“Finish it!” He realized he’d been harsh when her body tightened defensively.
“Please, do you know the rest?” He was reeling but forced himself to be calm.
“The rest?” The two differently coloured eyes looked past him to Andel and then settled back on Kane’s face with a puzzled expression. “You mean this? Brothers by the throne look to me to save the line?”
Kane closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his breathing even and quieting his racing pulse. She had rushed the words, there was no sense she’d understood the meaning at all, but the words … they were all there. When he felt under control he opened his eyes and looked at her face - a plain face that, except for one green eye and one brown, he wouldn’t notice in a crowd. Yet this woman, this ordinary, unremarkable woman, had just changed the whole course of his life.
Kane turned to Andel. “You know what this means?”
“Aye, it means it’s finally come, what we been waiting for all these years.” Andel turned a lopsided grin towards the prisoner. “I’ll be truthful lass, I coulda done without this on my watch.”
“As could I,” Kane agreed. “Even though as a boy I wanted this more than anything.” Kane turned back to the thief. From the puzzled look on her face he was sure she had no idea of the importance of the phrase she’d just uttered. Interesting that she had no idea.
“I should introduce myself. I’m Kane Rowse, Captain of the Kingsguard, and you are?” Kane stretched his hand out in formal greeting, not sure she would actually respond. She searched his eyes at length before replying.
“Brenna, I’m called. If you must have a last name, make it Lightfingers.” She crossed her arms and hugged them to her chest.
Kane nodded and his hand dropped to his side. It would have to be enough for now, though there was certain to be some discussion of her real name and background. Speaking the Call and her reaction to old steel were enough for him, although he knew that after all these years, all these generations, some would need more.
“Brenna,” he spoke to her softly, “you are now under the protection of the Brotherhood. I’m not sure this will mean anything to you so I ask that you have some faith and trust in us. Andel, I’ll have Greig and Connell take over for you later. I imagine you’ll need to swear witness at the meet. I’ll get word to you of the details once I’ve spoken to my uncle. I’ll have Dasid coordinate the guards in here. We’ll need two at all times. Ask Jervis to come let me out.” Kane sent an apologetic glance Brenna’s way. “Unfortunately we’ll need to keep you in here overnight, at the very least. Nor can we offer you more than the usual comforts, I’m afraid. We don’t want to rouse any suspicions.”
Kane glanced at the prisoner once more before Jervis led him from the outer room. He had often, as had all youngsters first brought into the Brotherhood, dreamed that he would be the first to hear the Call. He had never once conceived of anything as unlikely as this. He must report to his uncle at once.
three
Brenna eyed the captain – Kane Rowse, he’d said his name was – as he left the jail. Brothers! What was going on? The sword and the knife from last night- why had they both glowed when she held them? Kane Rowse had clearly had some idea of what he was looking for when he’d put her hand on his sword, but he’d been surprised by the intensity of the light. And she’d felt that tingle, that warmth, spread through her body, and after she’d felt somehow connected to him through his sword.
Sh
e frowned and shook her head in disgust. The Captain of the Kingsguard was the last person a thief wanted to come to the attention of. She didn’t like it. And he’d been able to see her eyes! No one had ever seen through her mother’s prayer before.
Brenna eyed the single guard as she paced the small cell. Kane Rowse had said she was under the protection of the Brotherhood, which must be the “Brothers” in her saying. But what did the old saying mean? Who’s throne? What line was to be saved? Although her mother had insisted she learn the phrase, she’d claimed no understanding. Wynne Trewen had been taught it by her mother, who had also claimed ignorance.
She sighed and sat down on the straw, pulled the blanket over her shoulders and huddled under it, worried. Too many strange things had happened in the last day. The knife and sword lighting up – and then there were her eyes. She quickly muttered her prayer of concealment. If folk could see her witch eyes she’d have a hard time going back to her old life.
At least from Kane’s comments it sounded like this Brotherhood was going to get her released. As long as they didn’t try to buy her bond and indenture her, she’d let them. She’d do anything to keep from being indentured - her mother had died buying her freedom and she would never betray her sacrifice by submitting to another’s will … ever.
The rest of the afternoon Brenna puzzled over the knife, sword and verses but she didn’t get any closer to understanding what it all meant. Every so often she’d look up and catch the guard watching her with a look of awe, which set her to scowling. She could not afford to be some sort of pet of the Kingsguard.