“Take her upstairs to your room. Bolt the door and don’t open it for no one except me or her father.”
“But…”
“Don’t argue, lad!” He turned to Alicia, who didn’t seem to be comprehending anything. “Alicia, I be going to get the Watch and your father. We’ll find Vagrum and get the scum who done this. For now, stay with Sorial. He’ll care for you.” Back to Sorial: “Upstairs! Now!”
Moments later, Sorial and Alicia were alone in his quarters, a locked door separating them from the bustle of the inn. Comforted by the knowledge that the dagger was close by, he sat on the bed and gently drew her down next to him, putting a companionable arm around her shoulders. He could feel her trembling and, by the faint light of the room’s single lantern, saw the tears pooling in her eyes - eyes that reflected her pain and confusion. The illusory safety of her life as the daughter of one of Vantok’s most influential nobles had been shattered. Regardless of Vagrum’s fate, she would never be the same.
“Alicia.” The sound of her name roused her and she looked at him. For a moment, he wondered if she knew who he was or where she was. “Alicia,” he repeated. “It ain’t your fault. There wasn’t nothing more you could’ve done. By running, you saved your life. More’n anything else, that’s what Vagrum would’ve wanted.”
“Is he dead?”
“I don’t know,” said Sorial. “Warburm’s going to find out, and get your father.”
“I know Shepherd’s dead. I heard him whinny when they stabbed him. He didn’t deserve that. He was my closest friend.” She began to cry again. The sadness of that last statement touched Sorial. How lonely must Alicia’s life be for her pony to merit that distinction? He again drew her into an embrace, this time kissing her forehead as he might a young child. She didn’t resist.
Eventually, the tears stopped and she pulled back. “Thank you,” she said after a while, her voice surprisingly steady. “I’m sorry to have acted like a baby. But he was such a good pony and I’m not used to things happening like that. You hear about the lawlessness, but I never thought that with Vagrum… He can’t be dead.”
“He’s as tough as anyone I’ve met. It’s hard to imagine thugs could bring him down.” He didn’t add what he was thinking: If they had a gun, even Vagrum would have been in trouble.
“I need to be stronger than this when something bad happens. My father says the worst is still years off, and things aren’t going to get better for a long time. But it hurts so much in here.” She touched her breast.
Sorial was at a loss what to say or do. “If there’s anything you need…”
“You’ll provide it?” She smiled sadly. “It’s a sweet thought, stableboy, but you’re not in a position to make such offers. Thank you, though. It may take a long time before I can repay you for tonight. What you did is worth more than a few studs in the marketplace or a few swims in the river.” It was perhaps the most honest and unguarded thing she had said thus far to Sorial.
He was about to respond when a racket in the outside corridor attracted his attention. There was a loud knock accompanied by Warburm’s voice. “Sorial! Open up!”
Alicia clutched his hand and they went to the door together.
Warburm was red in the face and his hair was disheveled but, other than that, he looked no worse than usual. “Vagrum be alive,” he said. “He’s done taken a beating but he be too much of a brute for that to keep him down for long. One of them had a gun and fired but he weren’t hit. He ain’t sure what were.”
“What about Alicia’s pony?”
Warburm’s face registered surprise that his stableboy would be familiar enough with a duke’s daughter to mention her by name rather than title, but he didn’t remark on it. “The animal had to be put down.” He turned to Alicia. “Sorry, Milady. There were nothing we could do. He were too badly injured. Your father be on his way.”
“What about the robbers?” asked Alicia.
“They ain’t been caught, but the Watch be searching for them. They be part of a gang that’s been doing this ’round Vantok recently. They be getting more bold. In future, Milady, I suggest avoiding this quarter after dark, even when with Vagrum.” Warburm didn’t ask why the daughter of a noble would be in one of Vantok’s less reputable areas past dusk. “If you come down to the common room, we can wait for Duke Carannan there.”
“If it’s the same to you, innkeeper, I’d like to remain here with your stableboy. He’s been very kind and I’m not up to being a public spectacle.”
“Of course, Milady. I’ll bring your father when he arrives.”
After Warburm departed, shutting the door behind him, Sorial turned to Alicia. “Why were you in this part of the city tonight?”
She sighed. “It all seems so silly now, but I was coming to see you. I don’t know many people my age and I was feeling out-of-sorts. I wanted to be with someone who wouldn’t treat me like fragile pottery. Vagrum thought it was a good idea and my father approved. Now, it’s obvious I should have stayed home.”
“There ain’t no way you could’ve known something like this’d happen. People should be safe to walk the streets at night without fearing being set upon. It ain’t right.”
“Lessons of wisdom from my stableboy.” She took a step toward him, stood on tip-toe and touched her lips to his. Although surprised, Sorial didn’t pull back, and the kiss lasted longer than either of them intended. The sound of boot steps in the hall interrupted them. They drew apart, both a little embarrassed, as the door burst open and Duke Carannan rushed into the room, followed by two of his men-at-arms and Warburm.
“Alicia! Thank the gods you’re all right!” he exclaimed, lifting her off her feet and hugging her tightly. “I never would have forgiven myself if something happened to you!”
“I’m fine, Papa,” she said when he released her. “How’s Vagrum?”
“Broken ribs, a lump on the head and a lot of minor cuts and bruises. Nothing he hasn’t experienced before. He’ll be fine in a couple of weeks. I’ll have to buy you a replacement for Shepherd, though. I’m sorry, Alicia. I know how much you loved him.” He removed his right gauntlet and extended a muscular bare hand for Sorial to shake. “Sorial, I owe you a debt I may never be able to repay. Keep this in mind: if I can ever be of service to you, if it’s within my power, you’ll have it. Someday, if it’s the will of the gods, you’ll be a father and you’ll understand the importance of what you’ve done tonight.”
“You be giving the boy a big head,” said Warburm. Then, realizing he was being too informal in the presence of others, he belatedly added, “Your Grace.”
“I think not. You have a good lad here, Warburm. And now my dear Alicia has two champions.”
CHAPTER NINE: SORIAL’S MATURITY
On his fifteenth birthday, his day of Maturity, Sorial was startled awake by a loud banging. At first, he thought it was inside his head, then he realized it was just someone wanting to get into his room. Groggily, he rose from bed, undid the latch, and opened the door. There, a big grin stretching his ruddy face from cheek to cheek, was Warburm. “Lad, happy Maturity Day! In honor of this asspisses occasion, I be givin’ you the day off. Go out an’ do whatever you want - see yer poor mom, get drunk, shag a few lasses. Jus’ remember to be at work on time tomorrow. You still owe me a year.”
Sorial grumbled his thanks, shut the door, then collapsed back on the bed. As was often the case with a rude awakening, however, sleep remained elusive. Eventually, he got up a second time, splashed some tepid water from the basin on his face, and donned the cleanest shirt and trousers he could find. The unexpected day off provided him with something he almost never had in excess: time. He and Rexall planned to get together at night for a few rounds to celebrate the “asspisses occasion”, but suddenly he had the whole day to do with as he pleased.
Warburm had mentioned one obvious option: see his mother. In the past year, he had been to the farm only twice, and neither visit had lasted long. His relationship with his mo
ther hadn’t fully recovered from the damage imparted by her evasiveness and their conversations since then had remained superficial and mundane. Neither seemed able to bridge the gap and both knew that until Kara was more forthcoming about the circumstances of Sorial’s birth and early life, the distance would remain. On this day of all days, however, he knew he should probably see her, and he recognized she wouldn’t come to the inn. Except in an extreme situation, Kara wouldn’t cross into the world where she and her husband had set Sorial adrift. She would be expecting him and, as much as it irked him that she retained a hold over him, he knew he wouldn’t disappoint her, at least not today.
Then there was Alicia. He hadn’t seen her in the weeks following the attack, although her father had stopped by recently to relate that she and Vagrum were both well. Sorial had been expecting her every day. When she didn’t come, he was left wondering if he had misread what passed between them that night. It had seemed intimate, but Sorial wasn’t an expert where girls were concerned. They had kissed, but what had the kiss meant? Had it been conceived out of her gratitude or was there a deeper foundation - something neither had been aware of until their lips touched? And why couldn’t he chase her from his thoughts? He wondered if he should travel to the Duke’s estate after seeing his mother. He doubted he would be turned away.
“You think too much,” he murmured to himself, exiting his room and shutting the door behind him. In the hall, preoccupied as he was, he almost walked into Annie, who was hurrying toward the stairs. She favored Sorial with a peck on the cheek, a quick smile, and a promise: “See you tonight. Don’t drink too much - you won’t want to miss what comes after.”
* * *
“Happy Maturity, Sorial.” His mother stepped aside to admit him into her simple house.
He hesitated on the threshold. It was still early. Perhaps she wasn’t alone. “Is Lamanar here?”
“No. Normally, he would be, with the heat being too bad to farm at this time of the year. But he suspected you’d come and knew you wouldn’t want to see him. He’s more perceptive than you give him credit for.”
Sorial grunted noncommittally and entered. He and Kara took their customary seats next to the unlit fireplace.
“It’s been a while since you were last here,” she remarked, probing the wall between them.
“I’ve been busy.” He offered no further explanation. Were they destined for another talk in which neither said anything of consequence?
“I understand you decided to stay at the inn for another year.”
“How did you hear that?” Sorial couldn’t imagine that such a small piece of information had made it into the city’s voracious gossip mill. The details of his life were interesting to the city’s rumor-mongers only when he got into trouble.
“Lamanar and I have occasional contact with Warburm. He told us.”
This seemingly inconsequential morsel of information piqued Sorial’s curiosity. He had devoted hours of speculation to the relationship between Kara and Warburm without arriving at a conclusion beyond the obvious: they had known each other before either came to Vantok. What that meant was another of his mother’s secrets.
“I see,” said Sorial, his voice and expression neutral. “And what else has Warburm told you?”
“He talked about your heroics related to a duke’s daughter. Apparently, she’s someone quite important. I didn’t need Warburm for that bit of news, though. The city was abuzz with it the next day.”
That surprised Sorial. He had thought the duke kept everything quiet. It explained why so many people had been loitering around the stables after the incident. He hadn’t connected things until now.
“Her name is Alicia.” He doubted his mother knew enough about the nobility for the name to have meaning.
“A pretty name. Is she pretty?” It was a question any mother might ask a son when he expressed interest in a girl.
“Yes. Very.”
“There’s an old custom in Syre - it isn’t practiced here, of course - that when a man saves the life of a woman, she must marry him, even if he’s already married. The bond of salvation is greater than any other. That’s why there are some men in Syre who have two wives, and some women who have two husbands.”
Was that a hint at another strand of Kara’s tangled past? Sorial couldn’t decide whether his mother was trying to tell him something or making idle conversation. It was frustrating. “We can be thankful this ain’t Syre. A duke would never let his daughter marry a commoner. Besides, my part ain’t what people say it was. I didn’t save her life. I helped her after she was attacked. If anyone saved her, it was her guardian.”
“I wonder if you don’t underestimate your importance,” mused Kara.
“Mother, I didn’t come here to talk about whether or not I saved Alicia. I thought that perhaps on this day, now that I’ve reached my Maturity, you might be willing to tell me some things ’bout who I am.”
Kara let out a heartfelt sigh. He knew that wasn’t a good sign. Perhaps he was rushing but patience wasn’t one of his defining characteristics. “Sorial, your Maturity is only one of several things that must come to pass. As much as I long to lift your uncertainty, to do so would undo a goal a great many people have worked toward. There will come a time when I can answer your questions, but it isn’t today. Who your father was and why you were conceived… these are secrets of the past. You don’t need to know them now. For the time being, live your life as it leads you. You’re Sorial, my blood and the child I carried under my heart for three seasons. Let that be enough for the moment. When you need to be more, you’ll know it.”
Frustration boiled within Sorial. “You speak like a seer.”
“Syrenes are said to be naturally cryptic. It’s in our nature.” This was accompanied by a mirthless chuckle. “I wish I could be straightforward.”
“I deserve to know. This is my life.”
“Yes it is. And I’m trying to preserve it,” Kara replied calmly. “I’m keeping you from acting in a foolhardy way with information you’re not ready for. I know you’re angry and frustrated and may not want to see me again. If that’s the punishment I have to endure for keeping these secrets, I’ll serve the sentence. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to suffer for the path I’ve chosen. But I’ll do what’s necessary to give you the best chance to survive and succeed, even if it drives a wedge between us.”
“Maybe I should find Lamanar. Maybe he’ll answer some of the questions you won’t.” He doubted such a conversation would be fruitful or even that he would pursue it. But if the threat would loosen Kara’s tongue…
“Lamanar has made peace with his role in this. You would gain no satisfaction from him. It would only upset and anger you both.”
“And Warburm?”
Kara smiled, although the underlying bitterness turned it into a grimace. “You’re welcome to try. You’d have better success getting ale from a water well. You know him. He’ll scoff and send you back to your chores.”
“Is he my father?” Sorial didn’t think it likely, but it was a possibility he had considered. It would explain a few things.
Kara looked shocked. “Whatever gave you that idea? Of course not. It’s absurd.”
“There’s something between you two. If not my father, then…” He started to think aloud, gauging Kara’s reaction to his words. “You, Lamanar, and him knew each other afore you came to Vantok. You’re hiding me from someone. My real father? He needs or wants me for something and you don’t want him to have me. And it all has something to do with those secret meetings Warburm has with the nobles and foreigners and priests.”
By the way the color drained from Kara’s face, Sorial knew at least some of his guesses - blind shots though they had been - were close to the truth. All she did, however, was rise and kneel beside him to offer him the ritual Maturity salute of three kisses - one on each cheek and one on the forehead. “Your intuition does you credit, but these are dangerous thoughts. Have patience, Sorial.�
� It was the last word she would say on the matter and, from that point, the conversation stagnated. They spoke as they had on his last two visits - about the weather, the state of farming, and whether the house would ever be properly repaired: things of no consequence that neither of them cared about.
Within an hour he was gone, heading to The Delicious Dancer to see if Rexall was ready. Kara waited a decent interval after his departure before starting the trek into town, headed for The Wayfarer’s Comfort. A conversation with Warburm about serious matters was long overdue.
* * *
Much to Sorial’s surprise, Rexall wasn’t doing anything. Having finished his chores, which he accomplished as usual by exerting minimum effort, he was lying on a bale of straw taking a nap. When Sorial suggested a trip to the river for a swim in the sweltering afternoon heat, Rexall disappeared inside the inn to arrange a break with his employer.
Less than a half-hour later, they were floating on their backs in the water. Sorial had hoped to meet Alicia on the banks, but there was no sign of her or any member of her household.
“It’s a good thing you saved the duke’s daughter. There ain’t nothin’ sweeter than being able to swim in a place like this without having to worry about being chased off by guards,” said Rexall.
“I thought that was part of the attraction for you - the danger of doing something you ain’t supposed to be doing.”
The only response was a grunt.
“It would’ve been nice if she’d been here, though. I ain’t seen her since that night.”
Something in Sorial’s tone caught Rexall’s attention. “Were you two… you know…? On the sly, without the duke’s knowing?”
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