Anathema - The Song of Eloh Saga, Book 2 (15 page)

“Mark, I’m here,” I whispered.

He turned his head sideways and with one eye
barely open, stared at me. A smile spread across his face as he sat
up, stretching his arms out wide.

“Sorry, everything’s been happening so fast
the past few days. I’ve barely had time to sleep,” he said.

“It’s fine. I can wait if you want to sleep
more before we leave,” I said.

“No, we need to get moving. I want to have
you there by first light tomorrow morning. There’s too much riding
on this. We need to be there on time.”

I noticed a deep, purple bruise next to his
eye and I reached out to touch it. He flinched and I only allowed
my fingertips to hover over the injury. I didn’t want to hurt him,
but I wished that my gift was in healing.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I’ll explain later. Right now we should
go.”

Mark threw his cloak over his wide
shoulders, held open the door, and bowed in front of me.

“M’lady,” he said, his free arm
outstretched.

“Stop.” I rolled my eyes.

I walked out the door with Mark closely
behind me. Looking back at the cottage that had been my home for
the last few months, I wondered if I would see it again soon, or
ever. I knew I promised to report to Nemison, but the thought of
not returning to Johna’s home made me sad. Would I ever find a home
of my own?

We walked in silence as we entered the
forest. The tree branches crackled as the wind danced between them.
Leaves pirouetted to the ground, crunching under our feet. It was
as if I’d never traveled this path before, although just a few
short months ago Ivy and I had made our escape through here.

“Shouldn’t I look like your prisoner?” I
asked, waving my hands at him.

“I didn’t think of that,” Mark said. He eyed
my wrists and shook his head.

“If we pass someone on the road, they might
wonder why I’m not tied up.” I rubbed my wrist, thinking of the day
when Kandek’s guards had tied me up before my branding ceremony.
Though the rope burns had healed ages ago, my skin tingled when I
thought of it. “Not that I want to be. It’s not comfortable.”

“I can’t do that to you,” Mark said. “I
would feel horrible.”

“So you’d feel bad tying my wrists together,
but you don’t feel bad turning me over to my old master?”

Mark was about to protest until I grinned.
We needed a little humor to lighten the burden of what we were
about to attempt.

“Funny,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I have to do something to make light of
this,” I said. “I don’t know how to get through it otherwise. I’m
beginning to think there’s a limit to my new-found bravery.”

“You can do it.” Mark rubbed my shoulder.
“I’ll be there the whole time watching out for you. Tania is ready
to help. Roc is there too.”

“How did that go?” I asked. “Turning Roc in?
Was he okay?”
“That man is one of the bravest people I’ve ever met,” Mark said,
jumping over a fallen tree. “He’s the one who did this, by the
way.”

My eyes grew in shock as Mark pointed to the
bruise on his cheek.

“We wanted to keep things realistic,” he
said. “So we struggled in front of Kandek. Roc got a right hook off
on me. Knocked me down.”

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.
“What?”

“I actually had to avoid looking in his eyes
after that,” Mark said. “I wanted to laugh.”

“Laugh?” I asked. “It had to have hurt. I
can’t even imagine.”

“It did hurt,” he said, his shoulder shaking
with his laughter. “But I’ve been through military training and Roc
knew that. He knows what I can handle. A blow to the eye doesn’t
stop a good soldier.”

“I guess…” I said, wanting to reach out and
touch his eye again. I held back, afraid it would hurt him too
much.
“They took him away. It was a bit rough, but he didn’t struggle too
much. Kandek was happy with me. Told me he’d double my reward if I
brought you in too. Now there’s a stroke of luck. We’ll get some
extra money out of this too. The Sons can use it.”

I ignored his last comment. If he received a
reward, it was his to do with as he pleased, but I’d hate for him
to give it to an organization whose reputation left both Serenian
and Malborn children afraid, even if he did claim to be a
member.

“Did you see his bride?” I asked, changing
the subject. “It was a quick engagement. I wonder if it was someone
who’d visited before.” I thought of all the royal women with nests
in their hair. The rare times I’d seen him holding court he’d never
given one more attention than another. It was hard for me to
believe he’d fallen for someone so quickly.

“No, she didn’t seem to be around,” he said.
“Who cares who she is? She’s irrelevant as long as she stays out of
the way.”

Chapter Eighteen

My eyes fluttered open as the morning sun
filtered streaks of light through the trees. I glanced over to
Mark’s sleeping sack close by and I saw his shoulders rising and
falling in the slow rhythm of sleep. I resisted the urge to sweep
his hair from the corner of his right eye. Instead I stretched and
tried not to focus on what I was going to do today.

We had made camp off the road in a clearing.
Without a doubt this was not the first time someone had used this
campsite. We found remnants of a fire, long burned out, but the
ashes remained. Deep in the night I had curled up in my blanket,
trying not to think of the task I had waiting for me the next
morning. I had felt so brave making the plans, but the thought of
following through made my stomach roll. Night captured the woods,
leaving us in darkness but for the smoldering fire Mark had built.
Soon sleep overcame me.

As I climbed out of my bedroll, I
entertained running back towards Keree, and watching Mark sleep so
soundly I wondered if I might be able to do it. Unfortunately
picturing those people in prison, who by the end of the day might
be executed, left my legs rooted to their spot. I couldn’t leave
anyone else behind just to save myself.

“Morning, Reychel,” Mark said as he opened
his eyes, breaking my reverie. He stretched and I could see the
muscles in his arms ripple as he reached his fists towards the sky.
He stood up, cleaned up his bedroll, and lit a fire for our
breakfast. The whole time I tried to appear busy, but I continued
to sneak glances at him over my shoulder. There was something
different about seeing him in the morning in the moments between
sleep and the drudgeries of the day. This time was precious and I
didn’t want to lose a moment of it.

“
I don’t know if I can do
this,” I admitted. “What if it doesn’t work? Then I’ve not only put
myself back where I came, but I’m putting you in danger and making
it impossible for Roc to escape.”

“It will work,” Mark said. “Nothing is
standing in our way.”

He crouched in front of the fire, arms
across his knees.

“The only remaining question is, can you do
it?”

“I don’t know.” I rubbed my hands together,
warding off the morning chill.

“Can you leave Roc there? Can you leave
those prisoners there? Or can you stand up and defend them?” he
asked, not taking his eyes from mine. I wanted to look away but I
could feel a fire building inside me pushing away the doubt piece
by piece.

“What if I get there, take one look at
Kandek and revert back to how I was when I was a slave, obedient?
What if he gives me one order and I follow it?” My hands shook.
Kandek was my greatest fear. I didn’t know if I could stand up to
him after so many years of following his every wish.

“You won’t,” he said, jumping up and
grabbing my hands before they shook right off my body. They
steadied as his warmth enfolded me. “You’ve come too far to go
back. You’ve tasted freedom, even in a limited form. You’ve made
friends and allies. You’ve seen the world exists outside those
castle walls.”

I looked through the trees to the sky,
wishing for a cloud to pass by. If I could glimpse my future, maybe
it would erase my last doubts. But I couldn’t see anything
substantial beyond the treetops.

Out of everything I had seen and
experienced, Mark was the key. Without him I wouldn’t have doubted
Ivy. Without him, I may never have discovered my gift. Without him
I wouldn’t know what it is to have the freedom to fall in love.

“What if I never see you again? I promised
Nemison I’d come to him when this is over.” It was a promise that
seemed so far away. It depended on our success today. Until
everyone was safely away from the castle prison, I couldn’t fathom
learning more about my gift.

“I’ll find you.” Mark squeezed my hands.

“It might not be that simple. I don’t even
know where he’s going to take me.”

“It’s simple to me. No matter where you go,
Reychel, I will find you and I will protect you. You discovered
your purpose as the Prophet of the Clouds,” he paused. “I
discovered my purpose in protecting you.”

“I still don’t know,” I stuttered.

“Don’t know what?” he asked, resting his
palm on my cheek.

“The Prophet. How do they know it’s me? How
can anyone be sure?” My stomach churned. Excitement from Mark’s
touch combined with fear of my supposed destiny.

“You’ve volunteered to sacrifice yourself
for all those prisoners. I don’t care if you’re the Prophet or not,
Reychel, you are a good person, a strong person. Isn’t that all
that really matters?”

I stood still, unable to move as he gently
placed his lips on my forehead. The softness of his kiss left a
deeper mark on me than Kandek’s brand ever could have. It seared
into me, became a part of me.

“I’m yours Reychel,” he said. “Whether you
want me or not.”

Before I could answer, Mark backed away. Was
he just as nervous as I was? I wanted to reach out to him, to take
his hands in mine, but I stood still.

“Let’s go. We still have an hour’s travel
ahead of us. We need to get there before the wedding.”

“But, I...”

“No more talking,” he said. “Just a one word
answer Reychel. Can you do it? Can you go through with our
plan?”

“Yes,” I said, finally feeling sure of
myself. Looking at Mark, I also had a feeling I was saying yes to
more than just following my destiny as a prophet. In spite of the
seriousness of today, a smile crept on my face.

“Now there’s only one thing left to do,” he
said, pointing to the wig that I had taken off before falling
asleep, now lying on the ground in a messy heap. My short dark hair
stuck out in every direction, but I didn’t care. I ran my fingers
through it, relishing the soft curls.

Sticks and leaves protruded from the wig,
making it look more like a squirrel’s nest than the hair of a
freewoman. I grabbed the hated hairpiece and shook it out.

“Guess I don’t need it anymore,” I said. “I
hated it anyway.”

“I know,” Mark said. “It didn’t look as good
as your real hair.”

I laughed, knowing I must look ridiculous to
him. All women, except for the occasional little girl whose hair
was taking a long time to grow, had long hair. It was a symbol of
freedom few were willing to part with.

“I don’t ever want to wear it again,” I
said.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “And you
certainly can’t wear it where I’m taking you.”

I looked at it one more time before tossing
it into the small fire Mark had rebuilt to heat breakfast. The wig
quickly caught the flames and burnt. My nose wrinkled at the foul
smell.

“Ready?” Mark asked, holding out his
hand.

“No,” I said. “I can look like a slave and I
can act like one, but you aren’t doing your part. You have to bind
my hands.”
“I won’t do it.”

“You must. If we don’t look like captor and
slave, it will never work.”

“No,” he said. “I can’t treat you like
that.”

I held my wrists together and held them out
to him. “Please.”

I waited and finally Mark sighed and
wrestled with his pack. He wound a rough rope around my wrists, not
tight, but tight enough to fool anyone who might look our way.

Mark grabbed my shoulders and pulled me
closer. I lifted my arms and put them around his neck. My bound
hands didn’t hamper my fingers from twisting into the hair at the
nape of his neck.

“I can’t tell you no,” he said, his brow
furrowing. He leaned in closer, until I could feel his breath on my
lips.

“Good. It has to be this way,” I said. But I
didn’t finish what I was going to say. I couldn’t. His lips pressed
against mine with the lightest touch. I leaned in closer to him and
our bodies pressed up against each other as I surrendered to my
first real kiss.

Chapter Nineteen

I looked up at the metal gates to the
castle. I had never seen the front entrance, which reminded me of a
wicked pointy-tooth grin, from the outside. When I lived there I’d
never been allowed on the grounds and never so far as the gates. I
had only run through the garden and the woods outside the window as
Tania and I escaped. The outside of my former home was as strange
to me as a place I’d never been to.

The town outside was odd too. I’d never
realized how big it was. Seeing it from street level rather than
high up in Kandek’s chambers left me with a new impression of the
surrounding town. The castle was surrounded by many streets filled
with homes, inns, and stores. The brightly colored signs told what
lie inside by the symbols painted on them. I saw a clothing store,
an apothecary, and an inn with a boar for its symbol. I saw
hundreds of people milling around, going about their daily
business. Every so often I saw a bald slave running like the wind,
probably on some last minute errand for Kandek’s wedding.

While I was amazed by what I saw, I was sad
to be seeing it this way. People stared at me. They whispered to
each other at the sight of the young soldier and his short-haired
prisoner. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and it did not fade. How
could it when every person I passed stopped to stare?