The Song of Eloh Saga (79 page)

I couldn’t see who was holding the candles, but there were three flickering lights moving in the darkness. I couldn’t tell exactly how many people were behind them. I might be able to take three and if John was still out there, he just might let me escape like he did Mags.

From my crouch, I balanced on my toes ready to spring up and take down the first person. They didn’t look ready for an attack, the way they were holding the candles, but without any knowledge of their intent I had to be prepared either way. I flexed my arm muscles to make sure they were ready and I didn’t feel any tension or fatigue. Years of training made my body more refined and less likely to atrophy after just a couple days of lockup in the dungeon.

“Lianne?” one of the voices called out. He sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place him. “Lianne, child, are you in here?”

I sat still, not ready to reveal my location in the darkest corner until I knew for sure who he was.

“She’s in here, right?” he asked.

“I know she is.”

The second voice was John’s. I’d know his voice anywhere. It was the only friendly voice I thought I’d hear for the rest of my life.

“The head librarian is here to talk to you,” John said. He set two candles down on a ledge and the librarian set his candle next to them. John set something else down on the floor and when all of the candlelight stopped shaking I could focus on what they were doing.

The librarian took a pack off his shoulder and sat on a stool, which had to have been the other item the guard had set down. I’d been over every inch of this dark cell and the stool hadn’t been there before. It would have come in handy as a weapon if Kellan ever came back. I hoped they’d leave it there when they left.

I crawled out of the corner and into the pale light. It was the same old man I’d seen that day in the library when Bryden was waiting for me. Only a few days ago, yet the memory seemed so far away.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” The guard headed back to the door. “If you need anything, call me,” he said to the librarian.

He looked me up and down and then glanced back at the guard. “I won’t be needing you. I’m not afraid of a little girl.”

“You should be afraid of this one,” John said over his shoulder as he left the cell, then closed and locked the door behind him.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I stared at the librarian. I couldn’t imagine why he’d be here to talk to me. I had nothing to say to him, or anyone.

He took a book out of his pack and opened it to the first page. Then he pulled a quill and ink out of his pack. A light flickered in the darkness when he used a small knife to sharpen the end of the quill. My brain swam with possibilities of how I could steal the knife away from him for use as a weapon. It wouldn’t kill anyone, but it could give me more of an edge than I had now.

“You’re going to tell me how you did it.” He stared at me impatiently, like I should have spilled my story already.

“Did what?” I asked. He had no way of making me talk and I didn’t feel like telling him anything. I didn’t care that he’d directed me to Bryden’s table at the library. I didn’t care that he’d never done anything wrong to me. I wouldn’t tell him anything.

He sighed and tapped the quill against his forehead.

“Don’t make this difficult. The king asked me to take a record of how you managed to regain magic and how you were able to create the explosions.”

“I didn’t do anything to regain my magic and I didn’t cause the explosions.” Both were true. If he wanted answers, I’d make him work for it.

For an eternity he asked me questions, but he never asked just the right questions. He didn’t ask about my birthday or the Awakening. He didn’t ask if I knew anyone else with magic. His questions centered around the day of the beheading and I had so little to do with what happened there. Bryden had set off the original explosions. All I’d done was send Albree to her death and even that was an accident. If I knew how to control my magic I would have done more damage than that, but I left that part out of my explanation.

A loud scuffle in the hall broke into our conversation. They must have been bringing a new prisoner in. It sounded like he wasn’t happy to be here and was fighting.

“Well, that’s about all I need to know.” The librarian wiped off the end of the quill on his ink-stained cloak and placed it back in his bag. He pulled out a tiny bag filled with sand and sprinkled it on the manuscript he’d just written. Then he placed the book in his bag with his other tools.

Standing up, he brushed the dirt off his robe.

“You may want to smooth out your hair,” he said.

The noise outside the cell grew as more guards were involved in the fighting.

“What?” I asked him, not sure I heard him right. Why would he care what my hair looked like?

“Your hair,” he said. “Do you want Bryden to see you like that?”

“Bryden?” I asked, scrambling to my feet. “Is Bryden out there?”

I ran to the door, but couldn’t jump high enough to see out the few grates. They were too high, only there for ventilation.

“Of course he is. You didn’t really think he would leave without you, did you?”

I didn’t answer. I did believe he was gone, but a tiny hope had always remained - the hope that he would rescue me. But with his leg, I didn’t think it could be a possibility. How could he get in the castle dungeon and get us both out fast enough?

“How?” I said, not knowing what else to ask.

The librarian shook his head. “Don’t ever underestimate love.” Then he chuckled. “And a determined boy with magic.”

“So this whole thing was a hoax? All of this questioning?”

The librarian laughed again. “No, that was real. The king wants to know exactly how your magic works and how you were able to use it against him so successfully. I needed to have answers that sounded like you otherwise people might recognize it as a forgery. It helps that I knew the whole story from Bryden already so I knew what questions to ask you. I could get answers without giving anything away. It had to be natural, organic, or someone would see through it.”

“But why?” I asked.

“I have no problem helping you escape, but I don’t want to be the next neck on the chopping block. I’ll give the king exactly what he asked for.”

“But he’s going to know I escaped. He’ll think you had a hand in it.”

“Doubtful,” the librarian said. He walked over to the door and listened. The fighting had stopped. What was happening out there?

He knocked twice on the door. “I’m done interviewing the prisoner.”

The door opened and John stuck his head in the space in between. “Ah, just in time.”

John’s lip was bleeding and puffy, but he smiled in spite of it.

“It’s a good thing you left before the fighting started,” he continued. “Wouldn’t want the librarian to get hurt in a prison break.”

“No, that wouldn’t do,” the librarian said. “The stool is over there, if you need it.” He looked at me and motioned with his head. I nodded and ran over, grabbing it in my hand.

I followed the librarian into the hallway and at the other end, leaning up against the wall was Bryden. My heart fluttered. I saw the line of five guards on the floor, unconscious I hoped, in front of him.

“Who says a warrior needs two good legs?” he asked.

I ran past the librarian as he shook his head at us. I didn’t care if he thought we were ridiculous. Throwing my arms around Bryden’s shoulders, I pressed my lips to his, hungry for his touch.

He pushed me back with a grin on his face. “Not now. Later.”

“Hey, lovebirds, you forgot something,” the guard called from the doorway. He waved to us from the other end of the hall as the librarian stepped carefully between the bodies in the hallway. He walked past us without a word and left the dungeon.

“Oh yeah,” Bryden said. “He helped me, but we can’t leave him under any suspicion, just like the librarian. One of us needs to knock him out.”

“And don’t you dare use any of that magic on me,” he said. “Looks like it hurts. You’re a warrior and you know how to knock a guy out without hurting him too bad, right Lianne? Get me with that stool.”

I walked over to him, gripping one of the stool’s three legs in my hand. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Gently,” he said still grinning. I couldn’t believe he was enjoying this so much.

I cocked my arm back, stool in my hand, and cracked him over the forehead with it. He fell backward to the floor, his head landing on the dirt-packed floor with a soft thud. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then turned back to Bryden.

“He’ll have a headache, but nothing serious,” I said.

Bryden laid his arm across my shoulder as we stood alone, except for the unconscious guards on the floor. “Now about that kiss.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

We walked through the halls of the dungeon, hoping to find our way out. We didn’t head toward the entrance I had used to see Mags, but instead we walked deeper into the bowels of the dungeon. Bryden knew the way to go since he’d just been through to rescue me, but the labyrinth was too confusing for me. Even if I’d managed to break out, I would have been caught long before I found my way out.

I wanted to go faster, but I didn’t press Bryden. His injury didn’t allow him to run. If he tried, he’d only fall to the ground and we’d waste more time getting him back up and risk further injury.

“Go ahead,” he said when we reached the doorway to the outside. The locks were undone, hanging loose. Obviously no one had discovered Bryden’s handiwork yet. I stopped counting the knocked-out guards on the floor when I got to ten. I wondered if he’d been fighting the entire time the librarian had been with me.

“I’m not going without you,” I said. “I’m not even sure I know where I am.” I’d worked in the castle for years, but never come down to the dungeons except for recently and this way out was different than the way I’d come in to see Mags.

“This is the side that backs up to the sea. No one ever comes this way because there isn’t a path back here. It’s rocky and filled with weeds.”

“Then how do you plan on getting free? With your leg, I can’t imagine you could climb down a hillside.”

Bryden laughed. “I don’t have to. There’s a friend waiting for me outside.”

I raised an eyebrow. How many people were working with him to free me? The librarian, the guard and now another one waiting outside. He was filled with surprises.

Together we pushed the heavy door open and I was surprised to see two mules standing side-by-side, eating grass.

“Mules?” I asked.

“We can ride them to the bottom. There’s a boat down there waiting for us.”

I craned my neck, looking out over the edge. Sure enough, there was a tiny boat bobbing in the water.

“A boat?” My stomach flipped, the nightmares rushing back. Boats, pounding waves, and danger haunted my dreams. Now they invaded my waking hours. “Do I have to get on it?”

Bryden laughed. “Are you still afraid of the water after all of these years?”

I didn’t have to answer. He saw my eyes widen as I realized this was our only way of escaping. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the queasy feeling in my stomach.

“How did you manage all of this so quickly?”

“I have friends,” he said, but he didn’t elaborate and I didn’t ask. I’d learned enough over the last few weeks that Bryden would tell me things when he was ready. Or when he thought I was ready. I’d trusted him and he had always been right so far.

We mounted the mules. I held on tight to my mule’s neck as we bumped down the hillside. Every time he stopped to eat a patch of grass, I spurred him on with my heels. I hadn’t heard any of the alarms sound and no one was after us, yet, but I didn’t want to waste one minute getting out of there.

As we descended the hill, I spied a huge ship in the distance. People milled about on deck, except for one person who stood still, staring in our direction. I squinted, but the picture didn’t become any clearer. An arm raised and waved to us. I looked back at Bryden and he waved back. I raised my hand with a tentative wave. We were close. Only a few more turns and we’d be at the bottom and one step closer to freedom.

When the mules stepped down to the base of the hill, I jumped off mine and ran to the edge of water. The ship was moored pretty far away from the shore. A tiny little rowboat bobbed on the water, waiting for us to take it out to the ship. Bryden slid off his mule as well and he pointed to the rowboat. I didn’t know why we were being so quiet, no one was around to hear us, but I nodded back at him.

I grabbed his hand and we picked our way through the brush to the rowboat. He sat down while I pushed the boat away from shore. The bottom of my dress soaked up the water, but I didn’t mind. It was filthy from being in the dungeon anyway. The water’s touch on my legs felt great. I tried to focus on that instead of how it would feel once the little boat began rocking.

As Bryden began to row, I climbed into my side of the boat, careful not to tip it over. While I would have loved a soak in the shallow water, now wasn’t the time. I looked up at the hill and saw guards coming through the door we’d used to escape. Bryden must have seen the expression on my face because he quickly turned around to look behind him. They shouted and bells clanged all around the castle. We’d been found.

“Put the oars down,” he said while I scrambled to get them in the water.

“But if I don’t row, we can’t get to the boat faster.”

“We don’t need to row,” he said. He turned around and faced the hill. Bryden held his hand up. I held my breath, preparing for the blast that was to come.

“If you blast at the hill it could cause a landslide,” I screamed. “Don’t!”

Bryden laughed and his shoulders shook. “You think I’m stupid? I’m not going to blast them. Now hang on.”

I clenched my hands around the sides of the boat as it began to move faster through the water. My stomach pitched and rocked with the boat. I looked over Bryden’s shoulder. His hand was pointed at the water and not the hill.

“Are you moving the water?” I asked, amazed.

“It’s the same thing I always do,” he said, not looking at me as he concentrated on the water. “I never moved the rock or caused an explosion. Neither did you. I’m creating movement in the air focused at a particular object. This time I’m focused on the water. It’s like making a concentrated breeze to blow at only one thing.”