The Secret Of The Unicorn Queen - Swept Away

by Josephena Sherman

  “That was great!” Sheila whispered. “Nobody could have heard a thing.”

  The two warriors snatched up their swords and buckled on the swordbelts.

  “That’s better,” said Illyria. “Now, let’s get out of this place before someone thinks to sound an alarm!”

  The corridor they were following fed out into the main hallway, a vast torch lit stone room off of which other prison corridors branched. At the far end of the room was the heavy, barred door that led out of the prison.

  Sheila sighed. As the saying goes: So near and yet so far!

  Between them and freedom was a whole troop of guards. They were all fully armed. But half of them were lounging about lazily, and the other half were nearly asleep.

  “Lax discipline,” murmured Illyria in mock horror.

  “Sure, but we’re still not going to be able to slip past them,” whispered Sheila. “And we can’t get to the door unless we do.

  Unless . .

  Off to one side was a window, a plain, unbarred window. She pointed at it, and Illyria nodded.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “That opens onto the outside world. But what about the soldiers?”

  Sheila began rummaging around in her backpack. “Ah, here it is! I almost forgot I had this.”

  “More sorcery?”

  “Well, no. Actually, it’s Cookie’s little traveling alarm clock, the one she was using till she got her watch fixed.” She realized that Illyria was staring at her blankly, but there wasn’t time to explain. “I hate to lose it, but—here goes!”

  Sheila tiptoed into another corridor, praying one of the guards wouldn’t happen to look over his shoulder and see her, set the little alarm clock carefully, and snuck back to Illyria’s side.

  “It should go off in about ten seconds . . .” she whis­pered, nine . . eight . . . seven.

  Just then the alarm went off, the shrill ringing echoing off the stone walls. The guards erupted into chaos, scrambling to their feet, grabbing for weapons, yelling in con­fusion. Sheila froze, shaken at how she had mistimed the alarm, realizing how close she had come to getting caught. Illyria grabbed her arm and nearly dragged her toward the window. Sheila shook off her fear and quickly scrambled through it.

  For a moment she hung by her arms, afraid to let go. How far was it to the ground? The moon had set, and the dawn wasn’t here yet, and the night was dark!

  “Sheila!” hissed Illyria frantically. Sheila gulped and jumped blindly.

  To her relief, it wasn’t a long drop. She hit the ground, rolled, and got her feet under her.

  “Come on!” she whispered up at Illyria. The woman leaped lightly down beside her.

  “We still have to get over the outer wall,” Illyria whispered. “But if we can’t see any guards, they can’t see us, either. Let’s go.”

  Sheila found the wall first the hard way by running right into it in the darkness.

  “It’s too high!” she whispered in panic. “I can’t find the top!”

  “I’ll help you. Ready . . . jump!”

  With Illyria giving her a boost, Sheila jumped with all her might. Her hands closed over the top of the wall, and she pulled herself up on top of it, panting. She heard Illyria struggle up beside her.

  It was only moments until the two warriors were let­ting themselves down on the far side of the prison wall, free again:

  “We-we did it!” gasped Sheila.

  “And it’s about time, too!” said a voice suddenly.

  14

  Outnumbered

  Sheila grabbed frantically for her flashlight. If only there was a little strength left in the batteries…

  It flickered on for an instant, then died again. But that brief flash of light was just enough for the two warriors to see:

  “Myno! You’re all right!”

  “Of course I am,” she said gruffly. “Takes more than a few stupid soldiers to put an end to me. No need to get emotional about it.”

  But she gave Sheila and Illyria a quick, fierce hug. “Let’s get out of here. This neighborhood isn’t going to be safe much longer.”

  They followed her in silence, stumbling in the darkness, through a tangle of narrow, foul-smelling alleyways. Once Sheila saw red eyes flash and heard small bodies scurry away. Rats, she told herself, only a bunch of scared rats. She didn’t blame them for being scared. It was spooky here, in all this close, smelly darkness.

  Myno and Illyria, apparently unafraid, were moving on.

  “Hey, wait for me!” Sheila whispered.

  Terrified that she would be left behind, she hurried after their forms, slipping and falling into a puddle of what she hoped was only water.

  “Oh, ugh!”

  However prettily Campora might shine in the sunlight, Sheila thought wryly, Dynasian had a thing or two to learn about some matters. Such as drains!

  The two women ahead of her stopped, so suddenly that Sheila, in her rush to keep up, nearly crashed into them.

  “Here we are,” whispered Myno in triumph. “The main wall isn’t too far from here, and we should be able to slip out without any-"

  “Wait, Myno.” Illyria’s voice was grim. “We came to Campora for a purpose. I’m not leaving just yet.”

  “But Dynasian’s whole army is going to be out looking for you!”

  “Campora is a big maze of a city. They won’t find us that quickly. And in the meantime . . . Myno, take us down to the harbor.”

  “Oh, come now, Illyria! You can’t be expecting us to rescue the unicorns all by ourselves!”

  “What choice have we?” asked Illyria quietly. “If we do nothing, the unicorns are as good as dead, and the Dark Gods will rise. We can, at least, try to prevent that.”

  Myno sighed. “I’ve been following you all these months. I’ve seen you risk your neck maybe a hundred times. But this has got to be the most harebrained stunt you’ve ever-“

  “Do you want to leave?”

  “Hey, no, I never said that! It’s just . . . I mean…”

  Myno muttered something hot-tempered under her breath. “I guess I’m just as harebrained as you two,” she said reluctantly. “But I don’t like the idea of the unicorns being slaughtered, either. So be it. Come on. Follow me.”

  Myno seemed to know every alley, every passage, every hole in the wall in all of Campora. Sheila and Illyria struggled on in her wake as best they could.

  At least the night’s not so dark anymore, thought Sheila hopefully. It must be nearly morning.

  Wait a minute. If it was nearly morning, that meant they didn’t have much time left to save the unicorns!

  Suddenly a shrill blare of trumpets split the silence.

  “That’s got to be the prison alarm!” gasped Sheila. “They know we’ve escaped!”

  “They’ll never find us.” Myno sounded as calm as could be. “We’re nearly at the harbor already, and-“

  “By all the gods!” gasped Illyria. “Look at that!”

  At first glance Sheila thought it was just a troupe of entertainers, clad in so many wild rags that the phrase “raggle-taggle-gypsies-o” flashed through her mind. With them were their horses-No! Those were unicorns-No. Those were only horses, with silly, handmade cones tied onto their foreheads to make them look like unicorns, and-Wait a minute! That handsome boy who was grinning at her ...

  “Illyria! That’s Darian, and-and Pelu, and all the rest!” Sheila’s heart was pounding! She was a little surprised to see how glad she was to see Darian. Illyria was already hurrying forward.

  “Sheila!” crowed Darian joyfully. “Where did-“

  “What are you doing here?” Illyria interrupted. “What are any of you doing here? I gave you an order-“

  “We know,” said Pelu gently. “But when you hear what happened, I think you’ll understand.”

  Sheila looked around nervously, half expecting to see armed guards rushing toward them. “I’m sure it’s going to be a fascinating story. But couldn’t we find a safer place to talk?”
r />   “Ah. Those alarm trumpets we heard were for you.”

  “They were,” Myno said shortly. Pelu glanced back at Darian and Dian and the rest of her wildly colorful companions, and grinned. “What better place to hide someone than right in the most conspicuous of places?” She handed Sheila, Illyria, and Myno three ragged, many-colored cloaks. “There, now you look like proper members of the Marvelous Magical Unicorn Troupe!”

  “Pelu.” Illyria’s voice held a note of warning in it. “Your story?”

  “Well, we were dividing our troop up, as you’d ordered, when suddenly it happened . . .” and PeIu explained how the eagles had forced them to change their plans.

  “We got these rags from a good-natured merchant for whom we performed last night, outside the city gates.” Dian explained.

  Darian added with a hint of wounded pride, “We thought we were performing a drama. He thought we were doing a comedy! So much for our dreams of acting glory! At any rate, as soon as the gates were opened just before dawn, we came in with everyone else.”

  Illyria gave a soft laugh. “Now, that is a truly amazing story! If we all get out of this alive, I do think we had better do some investigating of certain more-than-mere-birds eagles.” She glanced up at the rapidly brightening sky. “But we haven’t got much time to waste.”

  Quickly she told the others of Dynasian’s plans to send the captive unicorn herd to King Kumuru for sacrifice. As she finished her tale, there were gasps of horror from her listeners.

  “How dare he!”

  “Sacrifice unicorns to the Dark Gods—never!”

  “We can’t let Dynasian get away with that!” cried Darian.

  “And we won’t.” Illyria’s voice was strong with determination. “Dynasian will surely have his men begin loading the unicorns aboard ship just about now... .” She paused, smiling. “Perhaps we ought to let him finish the job.”

  “What!” burst out Myno. “You mean, we came all this way just to let that tyrant’s men up and sail away with-“

  “Did I say that?” asked Illyria. “But tell me this: Have any of you had a chance to actually see the ship?”

  Darian nodded. “It’s a big old thing, with oars and sails. Big enough to hold all the unicorns, I guess, with room left over.”

  Illyria nodded thoughtfully. “Nanine, you once told me you knew how to sail.”

  The princess nodded. “My land touches the sea, you know. And even those of royal blood are taught to master the way of ships and sails.” She added dryly, “Even those who have the misfortune to have been born female.”

  “I see.” Illyria turned to her brother. “Darian, I have a task for you. It . . . may be dangerous.”

  The boy straightened proudly. “I’m not afraid! What is it? Do you want me to fight somebody? Challenge the guards and-“

  “I want you to take our unicorn friends here down to the dock where the others are being loaded.”

  His face fell. “That’s all?”

  “That’s enough! You’re going to have to convince the guards that you found these unicorns wandering in the city, and brought them to the ship out of loyalty to the emperor.” She glanced severely at her brother. “Nothing more than that. No heroics, is that understood?”

  “Yes, sure, but . . . do you really want Quiet Storm and all the rest on that ship?”

  “I do,” said Illyria, smiling faintly. “I do, indeed. My friends, I must say I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go save those unicorns!”

  The others cheered.

  “Fine,” muttered Myno. “Instead of three fools rushing off to disaster, we’ve got seven!”

  Only Sheila overheard her. But she was glad to see that Myno, for all her complaining, moved just as eagerly as everybody else.

  The ship on which the captive unicorns were to sail was a huge thing, just as Darian had said, a wide-beamed cargo ship with two banks of oars, a curving prow and stern, and two masts with a confusing amount of sail. It rocked serenely at its dock, while on that dock and the land from which it jutted, all was utter chaos.

  The narrow streets rang with noise: the sharp cracking of whips, the cloppings of hoofs against cobblestones, equine screams of fear and anger, and shouts and curses from Dynasian’s guards. The guards had taken over that comer of the city, blocking common folk, sailors, and merchants from the plain, whitewashed stone shops and taverns Even so, the streets were crowded, what with guards and home handlers—and the emperor’s captive unicorns.

  None of the guards realized that they were being watched. Illyria and her warriors had moved silently over the rooftops, unnoticed by anybody at that early hour, and were slipping softly down to hide in the shadow of a large stone warehouse.

  “All right,” whispered Dian eagerly. “We made it. We’ve got a ringside seat. Are we just going to sit here and watch?”

  “Yes,” said Illyria shortly.

  “But-“

  “Hush, now. Use your eyes. There are just too many enemies out there right now. We can’t Just boldly attack, not seven against an army.”

  “Now you’re talking sense!” muttered Myno.

  “But we’re not giving up, either. If we can’t attack, we’ll use stealth, instead.”

  “Sure, but how?”

  “Shh. Here comes Darian and our unicorns.”

  The warriors watched in tense silence as Darian, the very image of brash youth, sauntered over to the guard who seemed to be overseeing the ship. They couldn’t hear everything that was said, but words drifted back to them:

  “Guess your men let these unicorns loose.”

  The guard muttered something angrily.

  “They didn’t?” continued Darian blithely. “You mean it was an accident?” He grinned. “An accident like maybe too much drinking last night?”

  Illyria winced. “Don’t improvise, Darian,” she muttered under her breath. “Just give him the unicorns and get out of there before he thinks to ask how you’re controlling seven unbridled animals!”

  Darian did his own wincing as the guard yelled at him. “Okay, okay,” the boy said soothingly, “I get it. No drinking while on duty. The unicorns just got out by themselves.” He shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it, fine. Hey, don’t get mad at me! I wasn’t the one who let them out! Anyhow, here they are, all ready for loading. Long live the emperor and all that.”

  The unicorns weren’t at all happy about being loaded brusquely onto something as unfamiliar as a ship. Quiet Storm rolled an eye back to where Illyria was hiding, as though asking, You don’t really mean this, do you? But they obeyed, and soon were aboard.

  “Now, get out of there, Darian!” murmured Illyria.

  But no. He was lingering, plainly asking for a reward.

  That was too much for the irate guard. He snapped out an order. And then Darian was running for his life as soldiers chased him away. The women waited nervously until at last he managed to elude the men and slip back to join his sister.

  “How was that?” he asked, panting and proud.

  “Not bad,” Illyria said dryly, frowning. Her brother’s clever antics hadn’t amused her at all. “Now all we have to do is wait till the other unicorns are on board, then create some sort of diversion . . something to get the guards away from the ship.

  Sheila straightened. “I think I’ve got just the thing!”

  Hastily she whispered her idea to Illyria. “Beautiful, Sheila!” Illyria scanned the area with her sharp eyes. “Yes . . . Do you think you can slip over to that building, the one close to the loading dock, just around that bend in the street? More important, do you think you can get back to us in time without getting caught?”

  Sheila hesitated, heart racing. The last thing she wanted was to wind up back in that dark prison! She could feel Dian’s unfriendly gaze on her and realized that the girl expected her to fail. But she couldn’t fail. Right now she was the only one who could help the unicorns. “Yes,” Sheila said firmly.

  Illyria clasped her hand briefly. �
��Then go, now, before any of the guards chance to look this way. When you get there, wait for my signal.”

  Sheila took a deep breath and summoned all her courage. Then she was off, trying to run down the narrow street without making a sound. The cobblestones were slippery and uneven, and she was sure she was going to fall with a crash that would alert all the guards. Somehow she managed to keep her footing, and reached the house Illyria had indicated without any problems. Quickly, remembering one of the warrior’s lessons she had been taught, Sheila checked for an escape route.

  Yes. She could swing herself up on that balcony easily enough, scramble along the roof, and jump down again to regain the others.

  Sheila waved to Illyria to show she was all right, then settled down to do the only thing she could right now: wait and watch.

  There was a lot to see.

  The unicorns weren’t making it easy for the guards, not at all. Unlike Quiet Storm and the others, they didn’t know that this was all part of a plan to save them. And so they fought every step of the way, terrified and furious determined not to let themselves be led by these two-legged foes. But the sweating, swearing, equally furious men fought back, dragging them forward, foot by reluctant foot, pulling the ropes tight around the graceful necks and bodies.

  The unicorns refused to yield. Sleek white or brown or chestnut coats were wet and shining with the sweat of fear. Small ears were pinned flat back against lovely heads, and eyes rolled wildly. Now and again a unicorn, screaming in rage, would try to lunge, threatening a guard with horn or teeth. But each time the ropes would drag him back again.

  Oh, the poor things! Thought Sheila, remembering Morning Star running with the sheer joy of freedom. I wish I could tell them it’s going to be all right!