The Sword Of Angels eog-3

by John Marco

  ‘I grieve for you, my lord,’ said the lanky man. ‘I feel your loss so sharply it is though it were my own.’

  ‘I cannot tell you what happened, Corvalos. It was beyond words. I have never seen the like of Baron Glass before. He is not a man any more.’ Raxor paused, satisfied that they were out of earshot of the nobles. ‘Tell me what has happened. My woman — she is well?’

  The man called Corvalos had so far barely glanced at Aric. ‘She is well, my lord. And good that you called us here. I needed to get her away from Hes.’

  Raxor’s raised an eyebrow. ‘Tell me.’

  ‘My lord, you will hear things among the servants.’

  ‘True things?’

  The man grew sheepish. ‘Yes, my lord.’

  ‘But she is well?’

  ‘She is, my lord. I have protected her.’

  Raxor looked unbearably weary. He turned to Aric and waved him closer. ‘Aric Glass, this man is going to protect you while you are here. His name is Corvalos Chane and I trust him more than any man alive. You’re to do the same. You’re do to everything he asks of you. Do you understand?’

  ‘I understand,’ said Aric. ‘But why? If I am in danger-’

  ‘Your name puts you in danger, boy,’ the king interrupted. ‘Corvalos, this is Aric Glass, son of Thorin Glass.’

  Corvalos Chane blinked. ‘I’m to protect him as well, my lord? This will be a lot of work.’

  ‘I will meet with the dukes later. But now I want to see her. Bring her to the gallery, Corvalos. Go now.’

  The soldier bowed and left quickly, hurrying back toward the estate. Aric watched him go, confused by what was happening. ‘My lord?’ he asked. ‘Should I not go with him?’

  ‘He’ll be back for you,’ said Raxor. ‘For now you’ll come with me. There’s someone I need you to meet.’

  ‘I listened very carefully to the things you told me on our ride home,’ said Raxor as he guided Aric through the halls of Gilorin. They were alone, having passed through the king’s guard chamber and left the throngs of nobles and servants behind. An enthralling mural covered the ceiling of the hall, replete with creamy, textured roses and singing birds. Aric craned his neck to marvel at the art, then quickly turned his attention to the king.

  ‘My lord? I’m sorry, you’re meaning escapes me.’

  ‘Everything you said to me about your father and your time in Koth at the library — I listened carefully. I tried to find a flaw in your stories, some kind of inconsistencies, but there weren’t any.’

  ‘No, there wouldn’t be. I haven’t lied to you, King Raxor.’

  Raxor nodded as he led Aric through the hall. He had not yet explained where they were going or why, and the solitude made Aric curious.

  ‘Remember when I told you there would be questions?’ Raxor asked. ‘Don’t be afraid, but it’s time for some answers.’

  He pushed aside a large oak door, revealing another of the court’s splendid chambers. This one, called the gallery, held more of the fine paintings Aric had seen in the hall, all lined up perfectly on the paneled walls. A huge marble hearth stood at the opposite end of the long room, and above the hearth stretched a gigantic, framed portrait of men on horseback. A handful of chairs were arranged near the heath, in one of which sat a young woman. Next to her stood Corvalos Chane. The woman’s eyes widened when she saw Raxor enter.

  ‘My lord,’ she exclaimed, rising from her chair, her pretty face lit with relief. Aric looked at her, sure that she was familiar to him. He paused a few steps behind Raxor.

  ‘Mirage?’

  The woman shifted her gaze at once, locking eyes with him. Her face fell in surprise. ‘Aric. . Aric?’

  Both Aric and the girl looked at Raxor, who frowned. ‘I thought as much,’ the old king grumbled. He said to Aric, ‘Mirage is from the library at Koth. Yes?’

  Aric stared in amazement. ‘Yes. But how. .?’ He looked at the woman, who he had never known well. Together they had seen Lukien off on that last day in Liiria. ‘Mirage, what are you doing here?’

  Mirage groped for answers. ‘I. .’ She shrugged. ‘I’m the king’s woman.’

  ‘What?’ Aric erupted. ‘King Raxor, what is this? How did she get here?’

  Raxor lost none of his sternness. ‘She was brought to me by Corvalos Chane. It’s as she says, Aric Glass. She is my woman.’

  ‘You mean a slave?’ Aric gasped. He went to Mirage. ‘Is that so, Mirage? Is he keeping you here? Did he kidnap you?’

  Mirage seemed unwilling to talk. Her eyes shifted nervously between Aric and the king. ‘Aric, it’s difficult to explain.’

  ‘Someone do explain, please,’ begged Aric, looking to Raxor for any scrap of knowledge. ‘My lord, tell me what’s going on here. You brought me here to see Mirage. Why?’

  ‘Because of what happened at the Kryss,’ said Raxor. ‘And because of the things you told me. Mirage is trying to spare my feelings, but it’s all true. She was captured and brought to me. She was meant to mend this old fool’s heart.’ The king smiled at Mirage, then sighed. ‘But she has kept secrets. I know that now. Others tried to tell me. But now I must have answers.’

  Mirage swallowed nervously at the accusation, but it was Corvalos Chane who spoke up.

  ‘My lord, Asher came for her while you were away. When he heard what had happened to Prince Roland and the others he took her from the castle. There was a fight. Men died. But I got her back.’

  The news sent the last bit of strength from Raxor’s face. He went pale suddenly, licking his dry lips and going slowly to one of the chairs. Mirage and Chane stood over him, both with surprising concern. The scene made Aric shake his head.

  ‘I don’t understand any of this,’ he grumbled. ‘Mirage, are you here because you want to be? Because that’s what it looks like and it makes no sense at all!’

  ‘I was taken here Aric, against my will,’ said Mirage. She sank down next to Raxor’s chair, falling to her knees and taking his hand. ‘My lord, I’m sorry for what happened to your son. I am. I hope you believe me.’

  Raxor took her hand in his much larger fingers, gently squeezing it. ‘You’re safe? Asher didn’t harm you?’

  ‘No, my lord,’ Mirage answered. ‘He meant to, though. If not for Chane. .’ She smiled, reassuring the old man. ‘But no. I’m fine.’

  Aric watched, dumbfounded by what he was seeing. What was it about Raxor that made people love him, even his enemies? Corvalos Chane hovered over them, offering no words as the young girl and ancient king enjoyed their strange reunion. The memories of his last days in Koth flooded over Aric, brought to life by the revelation of Mirage. What did she mean, the king’s woman? She had loved Lukien once. Did she now love Raxor?

  ‘This is impossible,’ said Aric. ‘Mirage, you don’t belong here. What happened? I thought you were with my father.’

  Mirage rose hesitantly to her feet. ‘I know,’ she said. To Raxor she added, ‘My lord, it’s true. I was on my way to him. I had nowhere else to go. And if Chane hadn’t captured me that night I would have gone to him.’

  ‘So you knew him better than you ever admitted,’ sighed Raxor. ‘Were you lovers?’

  ‘No,’ answered Mirage.

  ‘No,’ Aric added, ‘but they would have been if my father had his way. He loves her, King Raxor, or at least he did once.’ Aric glared at Mirage. ‘What have you told him?’

  ‘As little as I could,’ Mirage shot back. ‘I had to protect myself.’

  ‘She has secrets, my lord,’ said Chane. ‘About that, at least, Asher was right.’

  Raxor kept hold of Mirage’s hand. ‘Aric Glass, you haven’t lied to me yet. Tell me now — what do you know about this girl?’

  ‘Not much,’ Aric confessed. ‘She came to the library with Lukien in the last days before it fell. She came from Grimhold, and she was a friend to my father back before the armour claimed him. I know that she loved Lukien and that my father loved her. I know because that’s what Lukien told me and he never l
ied, my lord.’

  His words stung Mirage, who glanced away sheepishly. ‘I couldn’t tell any of this,’ she said. ‘It was nobody’s business.’

  ‘But it is my business, don’t you see?’ insisted Raxor. ‘You knew what Baron Glass would do to us, Mirage. You knew and you kept it from me.’

  ‘I didn’t!’ Mirage pulled her hand free. ‘I told you all that I could about the Devil’s Armour. I tried to make you listen, to keep you from the battle. But you had to go because of your precious honour! Don’t blame me for what happened, my lord. Roland’s blood is on Thorin’s hands, not mine.’

  The pain in Raxor’s face was stifling. ‘What else haven’t you told me? You have so many secrets. What were you doing in Grimhold?’

  Mirage stiffened. ‘I cannot tell you.’

  Raxor looked at Aric. ‘Do you know?’

  Aric shook his head. ‘No. But she’s right, King Raxor. She didn’t know what the Devil’s Armour could do. No one knew until we all saw it used at the Kryss.’

  ‘Mirage,’ said Raxor, looking straight at the girl and sounding like a parent, ‘I need to know everything. You were not at the Kryss; you have no idea what happened. Your man Glass-’

  ‘He is not ‘my man,’’ Mirage said angrily. ‘You insult me when you say that, my lord. I have told you all I can about him. I would have gone to him because I was alone in Koth and had no one else to turn to. Aric told you about Lukien, yes? He left me in Koth, just like everyone else to hunt for a riddle. What was I to do? Starve?’

  ‘You’re better off for coming here,’ said Aric. ‘Mirage, you do not know the man my father has become. He’s nothing like he was. He’s become a monster now.’

  ‘An unstoppable monster,’ said Raxor. ‘Unless you know a means to beat him, child.’

  Mirage shrank from the question, turning to Aric instead. ‘And you, Aric? Why have you come?’

  ‘I came to offer the help of Nith,’ said Aric. There seemed a great deal to explain, but he told her simply of his time with Prince Daralor and how he’d been sent back north to make a truce between the prince and Reec. ‘I thought to help King Raxor at the Kryss, but all I could do was stand around and watch the slaughter,’ he said, and admitting it pained him. ‘I believe you, Mirage. You couldn’t possibly know how to beat my father’s armour. Lukien knew it, too. That’s why he left us.’

  ‘To find the sword you spoke of,’ said Raxor wearily. ‘Mirage, do you know of this sword?’

  ‘Only what Lukien told me, which is nothing at all,’ said Mirage bitterly. Arching defiantly, she told the king, ‘You may send me back to Asher if you wish. I’ll not tell you any more about myself. You’ve had my loyalty, my lord. I don’t know why, but I gave it freely. I can give you nothing else.’

  She waited for his reply, as did Aric who wasn’t even sure what she meant. He had heard the name of Asher bandied about like a threat. No matter who he was, he wouldn’t stand for Mirage being harmed.

  ‘You think that little of me?’ said Raxor, his chin sinking to his chest. ‘You are safe here, child. And I will deal with Asher for what he did to you.’

  His answer relieved Mirage, who smiled sadly at the old king. But Aric wasn’t satisfied. Mirage was no slave, even if she had come to believe it.

  ‘My lord, she’s not a bird to be kept in your cage,’ he protested. ‘She’s a free woman. I cannot let you lay this claim to her.’

  Raxor looked at him with thunder in his face. ‘You heard her, Aric Glass. She has nowhere else to go.’

  ‘Be that true or not true, she was kidnapped by your man here. She pleases you, I don’t doubt it. But she is a free woman.’ Aric braced himself for the king’s wrath. ‘You must release her.’

  Corvalos Chane took a step from the shadows, eyeing Aric angrily. Raxor flicked his hand to steady the soldier.

  ‘I brought you here to help me understand things,’ he said. ‘And now I do, mostly. You may stay as long as you please, Aric Glass, and then you may go back to Nith and await the Bronze Knight. And while you’re gone we shall all pray for a miracle.’

  The dismissal made Aric bristle. ‘Yes, my lord, I’ll go to Nith and make the peace between you. But you must promise me in return that you will let Mirage go.’

  ‘You’re talking to the king,’ rumbled Corvalos Chane. ‘Mind your tone, boy.’

  ‘You have your father’s arrogance, Aric Glass,’ said Raxor. ‘You’ll have to do better to persuade me.’

  Aric pushed past his fear, using the only weapon he could. ‘I can’t make you give her up. I know that, King Raxor. But my father loves this woman. If he knew you were holding her he would come for her.’ He waited for his words to take hold. ‘He would, and you would not be able to stop him.’

  Raxor rose a bit from his chair, then stopped himself with a monumental effort. ‘You threaten me?’

  ‘I tell you only the truth. Give her up, my lord, or she will be your doom.’

  ‘After all I’ve done for you. .’

  ‘My lord knows I take no joy in this,’ said Aric. He pointed at Mirage. ‘She fought alongside us at the library. She deserves better than to be your concubine.’

  ‘Aric, he has not harmed me,’ Mirage explained. ‘He has never once touched me.’

  ‘And that’s enough for you?’ Aric railed. ‘We fought for freedom at the library! And now you surrender yourself for the sake of a warm bed and some food?’

  ‘Where else will I go? I have no one and nothing!’

  ‘Enough,’ ordered Raxor. He put up both his hands, begging for silence. ‘Enough.’ The old man finally stood finally. Again he took the girl’s hand. ‘Child, Aric speaks the truth. If Baron Glass learns you are here, he will come to find you, and I cannot have his vengeance fall on Hes.’

  Mirage reared back. ‘My lord, are you releasing me?’

  ‘If that’s what you wish,’ said Raxor. It was plain he regretted his choice, and Aric regretted making him choose it. There was real tenderness in Raxor’s eyes as he held Mirage’s hand. ‘If you stay, I will defend you. Not only against Asher and the others, but against Baron Glass, too. But if you wish to go, I can’t keep you. Not anymore.’

  It was not what Mirage expected to hear. For a long moment she was silent. Then she nodded and backed away. ‘But nothing has changed. I still have nowhere to go.’

  ‘Then stay,’ said Raxor. ‘You’ve never been my slave. You know that.’

  ‘Go, Mirage,’ Aric urged. ‘Lukien wouldn’t want this for you.’

  ‘Wouldn’t he?’ asked Mirage bitterly. ‘Lukien would not care, Aric. He never cared for me. He wanted me out of his hair. Nothing more.’

  ‘You’re infuriating,’ Aric seethed. ‘You let Lukien go without a goodbye. You threatened to go to my father, even after you saw what he did. And now this? You’d rather stay here than be free? You learned nothing at Koth. Not from Lukien or Breck or anyone. This whole thing is demented.’

  ‘Aric, you don’t understand. .’

  ‘I don’t. You’re right. And I don’t care. Keep your secrets, woman. You’ve been no help to anyone ever. All you care about is yourself.’

  ‘Watch yourself now,’ Raxor warned.

  But Aric did not back down. ‘My lord, keep her. Do what you want with her. But be warned — she is a selfish harpy who will bring no good to you. She could have told you about the armour — she still can! But she refuses.’ He scowled disgustedly at all of them. ‘I’m going back to Nith. I’ll leave in a day or so. I’ll tell Prince Daralor that you’re making ready to join him, and when Lukien returns we’ll come back, King Raxor. I’ve done my part. I’m done with all of you.’

  Then, to the shocked faces of them all, Aric turned and left the gallery. Not even sure where he was going, he let his anger carry him away, back down the hall and into the meandering unknown of Gilorin Court.

  37

  Just as he had promised, Aric Glass left Gilorin Court two days after his arrival, leaving Mirage alone again, wit
h no one from her past life to remind her of the things she had left behind. Aric had made a terrible impression on her, however, and in the days since his leaving his accusations haunted Mirage, preventing her from enjoying the serenity of Raxor’s estate. By the time five more days passed, all the nobles had left Gilorin Court, but King Raxor had remained, keeping to himself and taking his meals privately, never again asking Mirage about the secrets she harboured.

  For the first time in weeks, Mirage felt safe. Without Raxor’s family and all their suspicious glares, she felt at home and at ease amid the genteel court. More importantly, Asher was miles away, and no one threatened her with prison or even spoke the madman’s name. They were good days, or at least there should have been, but Mirage could not escape the things Aric had said to her, and soon she realized how right he had been. The time had come for her to make a bold decision.

  As usual, Corvalos Chane kept watch over Mirage, shadowing her through Gilorin’s gardens and hovering nearby during meals. Though the danger was far less now that she’d left Hes, Chane continued taking his charge to protect her seriously, a duty that Raxor had yet to relieve him of. Raxor himself saw very little of Mirage, passing by her politely in the halls or along the flowered lanes but never once coming to her rooms to check on her or to have one of their long, pleasant conversations. Surprisingly, Mirage missed the old man. He was in mourning still, and the cloud that followed him everywhere never seemed to lift from his face. Mirage waited patiently for him to come, but the old king never did, and by the afternoon of their eighth day together, she decided to go to him herself.

  Raxor was in a woodlot about half a mile from the main house, alone among the trees with an axe in his hands and sweat pouring from his wrinkled face. At Mirage’s request, Corvalos Chane had ridden her out to the lot to speak to Raxor. The ground around his booted feet rose high with wood chips and poorly stacked lumber. Lost in thought and the noise from his swinging axe, he did not hear Chane’s horse arrive or Mirage’s light footfalls as she approached. Corvalos Chane dismounted but kept back from the king, hidden behind a stout sycamore tree. He kept a watchful eye on Mirage as she made her way toward Raxor, her feet crunching on the dead leaves. Ahead of her, Raxor swung his axe, oblivious. Shards of wood flew from the timbers. Each time one gave way beneath his axe, he stooped to place another on the stump he used like an anvil. Mirage paused a few paces away, sure now that the king had seen her. Raxor glanced at her, but only for a moment, then went back to working his axe.