forgiven by meghan lebedz · 2017. 11. 7. · but i kissed her hand anyway and hoped she didn’t...
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FORGIVEN
By Meghan LeBedz
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Prologue
Fallor leaned across the space of grass between them
and looked his wife in the eyes. “There was a reason we
came here. A—a specific reason.”
Jeline folded her hands in her lap, meeting his gaze.
“Yes, I know.”
“Do you remember when we met?”
The tiny elf nodded. Her mind wandered far back into
the past. Not that far, really, but the adventures and new
life she had now made everything before it seem smaller in
comparison. “Yes, I do remember. You tried to ambush me—"
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She suppressed a slight giggle. “And I could have almost
killed you. You know that, yes?”
Fallor chuckled. “Well, that was an accident and I
have no doubt that you would’ve protected yourself.” He
cleared his throat. “But that wasn’t really the time I
meant. The second time, when I told you a bit about my
father.”
“Oh!” Jeline brightened slightly. “About how you
became an outlaw?”
Fallor nodded. “Yes.”
“I see. So, does that mean you’re going to tell me?”
With a quick glance down at his scarred and calloused
hands, Fallor looked back up at her. When he spoke, his
voice was much softer. “Yes,” was all he said.
“I love you, Fallor.” She pulled one of his hands into
hers and held it. “I accept you just the way you are. If
the story pains you too much to tell, I will not force it
out of you.”
“But I must get it out. I think it will help.” Quite
suddenly, he brushed a strand of hair out of Jeline’s face
with his other hand. “I never should have taken you away.”
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“I came,” she reminded him. “I came because I wanted
to, not because you forced me. Your background will not
change how I feel about you, nor will it ever.”
Fallor shook his head. “You haven’t heard it—“
“Did I ask you about your past when I met you?” she
demanded.
“….No.”
“Then why would it matter now?”
“Because—it—it matters to me.”
“Then I want to hear, but it won’t change my opinion
of you.” She smiled.
His expression softened. “Then I will begin.”
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Chapter 1
I drew the bowstring back, the arrow in line with the
target’s center. My arm trembled—then I released the
string. The arrow sped toward the target, splitting the
bull’s eye.
“Well done, Fallor! Well done!” My archery instructor
patted me on the back. “You’re getting much better. How far
was that again?”
“Sixty meters,” I muttered, striding down the range to
fetch my arrow. “You know, Belloc,” I shouted over my
shoulder, “You are still amazed every time I do that.”
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Belloc smiled, a rare occurrence on his angular face.
“For a human, you’re decent enough.” He chuckled. “Though
certainly not as good as one of my kind, you’re reaching
that.” I eyed his short, lean frame and scoffed. Conceited
elf. I rolled my eyes.
I jerked the arrow from the target and tucked it away
in the quiver attached to my belt. “Where’s my father?” I
demanded once I reached Belloc.
“I do not know. Likely up at the house.” Belloc
motioned toward the mansion. I sighed and turned to go, but
Belloc put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Hold,
Fallor. Your father has a visitor.”
“That doesn’t really concern me, does it?” I brushed
his hand away.
“It’s an important visitor, Fallor.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
The aged elf nodded. “Yes. The Earl of… Oh, I forget.
Raven something or other.”
“Ravensdale?” I suggested.
He snapped his fingers. “Ahh, yes. That’s it.” The elf
chuckled. “You might want to go inside. I’m sure he’ll want
to talk to you afterwards.” With a wave, he sent me up to
the house.
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The walk across our expansive grounds always took more
time than I thought it should. As a result, I usually spent
that time shooting apples out of trees and, in essence,
wasting arrows.
I aimed for a fruit high up in the boughs of its tree,
drew the string back, and released it.
A horse’s whinny distracted me just as the arrow left
my bow. I jumped and the arrow flew wide into a different
tree. Oh great. Just what I wanted—another arrow lost. I
scowled and took off at a run.
I stopped short within two hundred feet of the house.
An ornate carriage stopped in front of the door, and a
well-dressed girl stepped out. One servant helped her to
the door. Another opened it for her, and a third led the
horses off to the stable.
I couldn’t help staring. Three servants? Three
personal servants? Who does this girl think she is, anyway?
I shook my head and continued walking up to the back door,
where much less fanfare awaited.
My three-fingered archery glove and my bow and quiver
I left in the armory. I contemplated removing my arm braces
as well but decided against it.
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“Well, well, if it isn’t little Flower! Still playing
with that yeoman’s toy, eh?” I spun around to face my
brother, who I hadn’t seen until he spoke. His drab tunic
matched the grey walls behind him. It just so happen to
resemble most of his moods as well.
I stiffened. “It is not a yeoman’s toy, and for the
ten millionth time, I am not a little Flower.”
Karran rolled his eyes. “If you say so, little
brother.” He turned and walked off, chuckling to himself.
“What are you laughing at?” I demanded, dashing to
catch up with him.
“Oh, nothing. Just something I know and you don’t.”
I took two steps ahead, and then spun to face him.
Though he was two years older, I towered over him by a good
six inches in our stocking feet. “Tell me!” I growled,
glaring down at him.
Karran stopped short. “Well, you’ll just have to wait
and see, won’t you now?”
“Will you just tell me?” I pleaded.
“No! Go ask Father yourself, when he’s done.”
“Ask Father?” I bit my tongue. Why should I ask
Father? He wouldn’t care anyway.
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Karran turned to leave, but stopped for an
afterthought. “And the earl’s daughter is waiting for you
in the chamber room. Father wants you to meet her.”
I glowered for a moment, then paused. The earl’s
daughter? So that’s who that was!
I spent the five minute walk to the chamber room
pondering the purpose of the earl’s visit. I knew he
occasionally came to talk to Father, but why would he bring
his daughter? Father doesn’t schedule ‘play dates’ for me
anymore—I am anything but a child—but neither is the earl’s
daughter.
“Good morning, my lord,” a sweet young voice said as I
entered the chamber room. I stopped short.
No longer attended by any of her servants, the earl’s
daughter was still fine and, well, rich looking. I’d never
seen anyone wearing so much finery at one time before. I
figured the dress alone must’ve cost half a fortune, not to
mention the jewels and necklaces. I just about died.
“I’m not a lord, and I don’t plan to me,” I snapped
without meaning to. Oh, drat. I suppose I’d better be
polite. I winced.
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She smiled and dipped into a graceful curtsey. “I
appreciate your fervor, my lord, but it is the appropriate
term of respect for a young man of your rank.”
I stared. Who does she think she is? Yes, she’s an
earl’s daughter, but she doesn’t have to refer to me by my
official title. No one does—it’s stupid. “Um?” I managed.
“I am Lady Serina of Ravensdale, but you may call me
Serina for acquaintance’s purposes,” she said, sticking out
her hand.
“Well, I suppose you all ready know… I’m… Fallor.” I
glanced at her hand, then at mine. What a difference. Her
hands were pasty white and looked like they’d never touched
a dish rag in her life. Mine—well, mine were scarred and
slightly disfigured from my archery. My arrow fingers
couldn’t straighten all the way, likely from my years of
curving my fingers too tightly around a bowstring.
But I kissed her hand anyway and hoped she didn’t
notice. I also hope she didn’t notice me immediately wiping
it off on my tunic.
“So, Lord Fallor—“
I stopped her with one finger. “If you’re going to
make me call you Serina, I’m going to make you call me
Fallor.”
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Serina blinked several times. “Oh, I see. Well, Fallor
—" She bit her lip. “That just sounds so awkward.”
“And?”
“It’s weird.” She shook her head. “Anyways. Fallor, my
father told me that you participated in some rather
ungentlemanly sports. Is this true, or merely a rumor?”
I brushed a strand of hair out of my face and shuffled
my feet. Who knew? Archery wasn’t considered the most
lordly activity, but ungentlemanly? I decided not to tell
her about that, and instead feigned surprise. “What? Me?
Ungentlemanly? Serina, I assure you that my actions are
chivalrous in every way.”
And I managed a completely straight face, too.
Serina smiled. “I’m glad.”
…And you care why? I turned my head and rolled my
eyes. Who knew? But I didn’t say or do anything rash.
“Well, um, what happened to all your servants?” I asked,
putting my hands behind my back.
“Oh, I sent them off on various errands. They should
be back shortly.”
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her hair
was tossed back and her chin pulled up in that defiant look
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I always gave my father. So, this girl isn’t all she seems
to be, is she?
Serina laughed. “Don’t you have servants?”
“Yes… But I usually do things myself. It’s just
easier.” I shrugged.
Her appalled expression made me wish I’d kept my mouth
shut. “Do you mean to say that you consider servants to be
entirely superfluous?”
“Exactly that. They’re just a nuisance.” I frowned at
her. And it makes one look lazy, I added in my head. But
even I had enough tact not to say that out loud.
“Well, Fallor?”
I spun around. Father? “Well, what?” I muttered,
keeping my eyes low.
My father looked impressive indeed, even more so than
Serina, despite the absence of all finery and wealthy
clothing. At home, he chose to dress simply. And I imagine
he must have been quite handsome when he was younger, even
if some of that had worn off with the grey streaks age had
introduced into his dark hair. He no longer walked as tall
and as proud as he used to. But none of that mattered.
“Now that you’ve met Serina, I need both of you to get
out from under our feet.” He gave me a false smile. “Why
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don’t you show Miss Serina the stables? I’ve heard she’s
quite the adept rider.” With a quick warning glance toward
me, my father turned and left.
My shoulders slumped of their own accord. Why couldn’t
Father just approve of me, once?
Serina raised one eyebrow and swept across the room.
“You have an expansive stable, I presume? Shall we
proceed?” She offered her arm.
I took one glance at her and decided to be a gentleman
by instead holding the door open. “Um, I’ll be right out,”
I said. “The stables are out the back door and to the
right.” With that, I sped off down the hallway and left
Serina by herself.
Now, it wasn’t that I hated her that much. I just
wanted a break from her ceaseless and insignificant
chatter. Not to mention her perfect grammar and pristine
manners. Too much for me.
I made my way to the armory. My bow hung on the wall,
just waiting or me to pick it up and hide outside. But
someone would catch on. At least if I went on a person hunt
instead, no one could blame me. After all, if I claim I
wanted to talk to Father or Karran—why would I want to talk
to him?—but ended up outside with my bow, I’d be in trouble
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for sure. The least I can do is just meander around and
enjoy a few minutes by myself.
But when I passed my father’s study, I changed my
mind. Eavesdropping on interesting—and loud—conversations
always beats random wandering. I put my ear to the door and
listened.
“But there’s that infernal habit of his… archery.” I
identified my father’s gruff voice.
The earl paused in his rhythmic pacing. “Oh, that’s
what my daughter was talking about. She saw him, she
claims, at some tournament not three weeks ago. He won,
apparently, and she’s been talking about it non-stop ever
since.”
I gawked. She knew about it all ready! I am so stupid!
Why didn’t I just tell the truth when she asked?
My father slammed his fist against something. I
winced. “I’ll skin that boy alive for disobeying—“
“Oh no, don’t do that. I was about that say that I
admire him for his determination and skill. Not everyone is
a marksman like that. He has talent.”
My father sounded flabbergasted. “But it’s a peasant’s
sport!”
“Yes?”
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“But—“
“He sticks to it. If he would stick to a wife like
that, he’d be the most feared man in Hareem.”
“How so?”
“With that famed temper of his—yes, I have heard of it
—any man who tried to take his wife would… well, let’s just
say that I have also heard about the pottery.”
My father paused for what seemed like a lifetime. When
he spoke again, his voice carried a heavy weight in it.
“Yes, that is a shortcoming of both of ours. I believe I
started him in on the habit. Karran never does it, I am
glad to say.”
“It’s too bad he’s already betrothed. I’m sure Serina
would like him just as much, if not more. Unfortunate.” The
earl began pacing again.
My father stood. “The two have met. Did I mention
that? I saw them on my way in, and they were engaged in
delightful conversation.” He strode toward the door and the
doorknob rattled.
Blast! I dove to the side and took shelter behind a
giant potted plant.
The earl and my father appeared a moment later,
laughing and talking like old friends. I searched my
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father’s face for any signs of his earlier emotion, but
none remained.
Then I remembered Serina just as her voice floated
down the hall. “Father?”
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Chapter 2
The earl stopped short when he saw his daughter. “My
dear, whatever is the matter? I thought Fallor was taking
you for a ride.”
Serina put her hands on her hips. “He walked off and
left me, and just told me how to get to the stables. I
haven’t the faintest idea where the back door is, and I
haven’t seen him in over ten minutes.”
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My father crossed his arms. “When I find him, I’m
going to give him the biggest tanning of his life.”
I managed to sneak from behind the tree to the corner
of the hallway without anyone seeing me. “I’m right here,”
I announced. “I realized that I had to find Karran and ask
him about something, only I couldn’t find him, and that’s
what took so long.” I hope I’m a convincing liar.
“Oh, I see.” My father leveled his eyes at me. “Now
scat, the both of you. Fallor, I don’t want this to happen
again.”
“Yes, father.” I swept past him with all the dignity I
could muster, which wasn’t much, and joined Serina. Again,
she offered her arm, and this time I had no choice but to
take it.
Until we rounded the corner, where I promptly snatched
my arm away and brushed it off. “Sorry,” I muttered, just
in time to reach a conveniently placed door.
I figured it would be more polite to have to open
doors than to touch a girl, so I planned our route to the
back of the house so as to go through as many doors as
possible. Serina appeared much put out.
“How long is it going to take to get there?” she
complained, putting a hand to her brow.
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I shrugged and opened another door. “It’s a big
house.”
The back door came a lot quicker than I thought it
would, all things considered, though Serina still thought
it a terribly long time, and she still wanted me to
personally escort her on my arm. I don’t think so, girl.
“The stables are right there.” I pointed to our little
wooden building all the way on the other side of the
property. “Didn’t you put your horses up?”
She stared at me. “I do not stable my own horses,
Fallor. That’s what servants are for.”
“Oh. Right.” I stepped ahead of her and rolled my
eyes. She must live a sheltered life if she’s never been
down to the stables.
But she rides.
I doubt she saddles her own horse. I snickered as a
good practical joke entered my mind. A good one.
She entered the barn before me and wrinkled up her
nose at the smell. “Don’t you have grooms who clean up
after the horses? Our stable smells so much better.”
“Um…” I opened the door to the tack room. “I guess so,
but only one or two. They must have the day off or
something.”
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The fresh smell of leather and saddle soap hit me the
moment I stepped into the tack room. All of our saddles
were cleaned and polished daily, but only because I did it,
not because someone else did. I decided not to mention
that.
“Do you ride sidesaddle or astride?” I asked,
surveying our saddles.
Serina titled her nose up more, if that were possible.
“Only men ride astride. I shall ride with a sidesaddle.”
She cast me a second glance. “You do have one?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course we do. My—my mother. She
used to ride.”
“Used to?”
“Of course! She was a proper lady. I know she had a
sidesaddle.” I glanced around. I hadn’t seen one in a long
time. That could only mean one thing—storage.
* * *
Jeline leaned on her hand, letting her hair fall over
her face. “Did you really?”
Fallor pretended to look guilty. “Yes, I did.”
“Whatever caused you to do that? Fallor, would you do
that to me?”
“Do what?”
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She peered at him over her nose. “Make a young lady
clean her own saddle, one covered in years of dust?
Especially one who isn’t used to it.”
Fallor smirked. “I don’t need to. You can saddle your
own horse.”
“Fallor!”
“You can, you know.”
Jeline smacked him on the shoulder. “It’s not the
gentlemanly thing to do.”
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My father was furious when he found out, but there was
nothing he could do about it. I had the perfect excuse, and
the earl seemed to think the whole incident amusing, so it
passed without me getting into too much trouble.
Unfortunately for me, the earl’s visits grew more
frequent over the coming months, and so did his daughter’s.
My father insisted on us taking a long, windy trail every
time we got on a horse, and Serina came at least twice a
week—to start.
“Hello, Fallor.” My brother appeared next to me one
day in the armory. “Enjoying the day?”
I spun around and nearly punched him in the face.
“Karran!”
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He posed. “Yes, yes, it is I, the world famous—“
“…Was there something you wanted to tell me?”
“You better put your bow away before Father sees.”
Karran investigated the dirt lodged underneath his
fingernails. “I have a feeling he wants to speak with you,
and you’ll make a better impression if you’re engaged in an
activity he approves of.”
I hung my quiver back up on its hook and unstrung my
bow. “Fine. But that won’t stop me from practicing later.
Where is Father?”
“His study. Last one there’s a rotten egg!” He tore
out of the armory.
“No, you don’t! I’m going to win this time!” I
sprinted after him. He rounded a corner and disappeared.
“Hey! Karran! Wait!”
I stopped in front of my father’s study without seeing
Karran again. Maybe he was already inside. But I doubt it.
I reached out and rapped the door twice. “Father?”
No answer. I pushed the door open and peered in. He
wasn’t there, so I took the liberty of entering. He wanted
me, so he’s going to get me. And he’ll be pleased when he
doesn’t have to hunt me down or force me away from
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something. I smiled and settled into the chair in front of
Father’s desk. Finally, a chance for him to approve of me.
He didn’t show up in ten minutes. “Okay, maybe Karran
was playing a trick on me.” I stood and marched over to the
desk, where piles of papers stacked almost higher than my
head. Of course, the desk was high. But still—an impressive
collection.
The paper on top of the lowest stack caught my
attention. The earl’s seal? Why is Father exchanging
letters with him? They were just here yesterday. I sifted
through several of the top pages. They’re planning a big
celebration? What for?
“…Fallor’s engagement.”
“My WHAT?”
I couldn’t read any further. I slammed the sheaves of
paper back onto the desk, grabbed a hold of a pot of ink,
and threw. And stared at the monstrous mess I’d made.
Oh, by all that is holy. What have I done? My father
is going to kill me! I’ve just gone and made a complete
mess of things. I slumped over into his chair. Approval
seems so far away. I just can’t control myself!
“Fallor, I’m terribly sorry I’ve kept you waiting—“
Father’s body followed his voice into the study. His
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expression, bright and cheerful, changed in an instant.
“Lord Fallor Braeden! You—what—WHAT happened here?”
I slid down in the chair. “I—I don’t know…”
“Don’t you dare lie!”
“I—I threw it… I guess… I don’t know!” I buried my
face in the chair.
Father stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not
know if you flung a pot of ink across the room?” He uttered
several phrases even I wouldn’t repeat. “—Fallor, you’ve
ruined my study!”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “It was an accident. I didn’t
mean to.”
He paced the length of the opposite wall, his hands
clasped behind his back and his face an absolute
thundercloud. “Fallor, now is not the time to throw a
temper tantrum. You are not a two year old. You are almost
an adult. If you expect to be treated like an adult, act
like one!”
“It was not a temper tantrum,” I interrupted. My inner
demon prompted me to keep going, and I sat up in my chair,
grinning wickedly. “It was a simple miscalculation of what
I should have thrown first to vent my anger.”
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“Be silent!” he roared. I shrank back and he
continued. “You have absolutely no right to be throwing
things all over the place. And I have every right to take
you behind the stables and tan your jacket!”
“Please, Father—I just want to ask you—“
“Stop interrupting me!” Father glared at me. “I had
something very important to tell you, and I suppose it
shall have to wait, now.”
A light bulb went off in my head. “I think I already
know, Father.”
He stopped in his tracks. “What?”
“You’ve just bartered me off like a—a sack of grain!
Or a cow!” I clenched my fists. “I’m engaged? When were you
going to tell me this? The day before the wedding?”
My father drooped. “How did you know that?”
“I—" I stopped. I don’t want him to know I was
snooping. He’ll be twice as angry. I lowered my eyes. “I
saw the paper on your desk.”
Father rifled through the stack of papers I’d been
messing with. “But it was on—you were going through my
business, weren’t you?” I bit my lip, and his eyes
narrowed. “Fallor, I thought I’d taught you better than
that!” He looked away. “I also thought I’d taught you
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better than to throw ink pots at valuable books. I’m
disappointed in you, Fallor.”
I stood and marched to the door, tears stinging my
eyes. “If you’re so frustrated with me, I’m just going to
run away. I’m tired of you just bringing me down all the
time. If you make me marry Serina, I promise I’ll never
forgive you.”
My father didn’t bother to come after me. “If you run
away, consider yourself no longer welcome here.”
“Fine!” I shouted. I slammed the door.
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Chapter 3
I retreated to my special hiding place. Really, it
wasn’t a hiding place—just a tree at the back of the house,
far enough away so that I could see yet not be seen. My bow
fit perfectly onto a branch directly above my usual sitting
spot and my quiver hung from another sturdy twig.
I reconsidered what I’d told my father. In a fit of
anger, I had announced that I would run away if he tried to
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make me marry Serina. But how far away is this wedding? How
long do I have? I fingered a red-feathered arrow.
Belloc didn’t understand my obsession with the color
red. Most of my tunics were the color of a healthy fox, as
was my favorite pair of boots. And, as it were, all of my
arrow feathers were dyed a beautiful shade of… red.
Father refused to buy me any arrows, or allow me to
buy them myself, so that’s why I resorted to making my own,
though I did try to save every arrow I shot. That
considerably cut down on time-consuming arrow making.
Offhandedly, I wondered if the outlaws of Hareem used
longbows, and if they made their own arrows.
Wait. Outlaws?
I could run away and join the outlaws!
A slow smile spread across my face. How much would
that kill Father? If he’s going to be disappointed with me,
might as well make the best of it. I can kill two birds
with one stone.
But would Belloc approve?
My mind argued back and forth for hours. I desperately
wanted to reveal my thoughts to someone, to receive counsel
and advice. Of course, that was impossible. My brother
would only laugh at me. Belloc would insist on telling my
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father. And my father… I would never consider telling him
anything.
“Sir?”
I spun around, nearly falling out of the tree in the
process. A tall, dark-haired man stood in front of me. I
say man only because boy didn’t fit him—he was sort of in
between. He looked about my age and must have come straight
out of a fairy tale of thieves and robbers, because from
head to toe, he wore loose, black clothing, and carried
more daggers than I could count without taking off my
shoes. A hat fit for a giant perched on his head—the
drooping feather tucked in the hat band fit the proportion.
I steeled my will and dropped down.
“The front door is on the other end of the property. I
suggest you try there,” I said.
The man blinked at me. “I’m sorry to disturb you,
then.” He scrunched his face up. “You wouldn’t be Lord
Braeden, would you? You look awfully young.”
“No, I’m sorry. Like I said a moment ago, the front
door is the place to go if you want to talk to anyone
important.” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring what I
thought would be sufficiently sharp daggers at him.
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“I see.” He shrugged. “I’m actually looking for Lord
Braeden’s son.” He gave me a curious look. “You wouldn’t
happen to know him, would you?”
I lifted my chin. “Tell me who you are and what you
want with him, and maybe I’ll consider your request.”
The man bowed low, sweeping the hat off his head. “My
name is Kahil. I came to give Lord Braeden this.” He handed
me a rolled up piece of paper sealed with an elaborate
signet. I opened it, not regarding my father’s privacy.
Jariath:
You owe my brother more favors than you could possibly
fulfill in one lifetime. I suggest you use up one of those
favors by accommodating my son. He is traveling through the
area. Much thanks.
Borneo
I eyed the young man. “Who are you?”
“His son,” Kahil explained.
“I see.” My eyes narrowed and I handed the note back
to him. “We are not a public boarding house, and I doubt
Lord Braeden will receive you well. He’s not been in a
receiving mood lately.”
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Kahil frowned. “But it’s exceedingly important that he
sees this. My father will not be pleased, I can assure
you.”
“Borneo,” I muttered. “He’s the king of Blythn, isn’t
he?”
“Well, yes.”
“So, you are Prince Kahil?”
“Not exactly…”
I dropped on my face. “Forgive me, your highness!”
“Oh, shut up. I really need to speak with Lord
Braeden!”
I stared at this young prince. Did a prince just tell
me to shut up? I picked myself up off the ground and
shrugged. “Your funeral. I’ll be generous and provide the
coffin so the royal crown isn’t burdened by such debts.
Let’s go.”
Kahil trailed along behind me up to the house and
would not shut up. “So, you really are Lord Braeden’s son,
aren’t you? Fallor?”
“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not. But you have no
business to be prying into my personal affairs.”
“Your personal—good grief! I’m only asking your name!”
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head. “Am I not allowed to inquire into my host’s
identity?”
“I’m not your host,” I muttered. “And I doubt my
father will let you stay. You are certainly welcome to try,
though.” As we entered the back door, I flagged down a
servant. “Go get my bow and quiver. I left them in one of
those trees back there.”
“Yes sir.” The servant scurried off.
“That’s the advantage of having servants,” I told
Kahil. “You don’t have to do anything yourself, if you
don’t want to. I usually prefer to do things myself,
though.”
Kahil laughed. “Unfortunately, that’s all too true. I
like to do things for myself. You wouldn’t happen to have
any apples around here, would you?”
I indicated a bowl of fruit on a nearby table. “Feel
free to pick through all that. Good luck on finding an
apple, though.”
“I’m out on my own now, that’s why I have no servants.
Can’t afford them, you know.” Kahil dug into the bowl and
pulled out a bright green apple. “Found one.”
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I gawked. “But you’re a prince! You’re supposed to be
waited on hand and foot, and have enough servants to double
the population! What’s wrong with you?”
“Absolutely nothing, as it were.” With a bite into the
apple, he strolled flippantly down the hall. “Are you
coming? I don’t know where your father’s study is, although
I would assume it is on the second floor.”
“Um, yes.” I dashed to catch up with him and steered
him toward the spiral staircase. “That way, third door on
the left.”
Kahil stopped. “Aren’t you coming with me?”
I shook my head and crossed my arms. “Absolutely not.
I’m all ready in a heap of trouble and I don’t want to be
the bearer of bad news.”
Not to mention that I don’t want to speak with my
father again. He’d be sure to be disappointed in me over
something else.
“Just come along anyway.” Kahil dragged me up the
steps. “I’ll check and see if anyone’s in there, then you
can hide and listen in. I’ll cover for you if he finds
out.” As he spoke, the idea gleamed brighter and brighter.
I just couldn’t resist.
“Fine. But check first,” I whispered.
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He stuck his head in the door, looked around, then
backed out. “Come on. No one’s in there, and I even saw a
great spot to hide with a good vantage point.” He led me in
and shut the door behind him. “Up there.”
I glanced up. At the top of my father’s tallest
bookcase, a small alcove was built right into the wall. It
was large enough for most of me to hide in, but small
enough that my father wouldn’t notice unless he were
specifically looking. “All right.”
Kahil hoisted me up onto the bookshelf, and I crawled
into the crevice. “Just wait there until he goes out, then
I’ll help you down.” Kahil grinned.
“What if he makes you leave first?”
He winked. “I have ways of getting places I’m not
supposed to be.” He sauntered over to the desk chair, and
then sat down with his feet propped up on my father’s
beautiful mahogany desktop.
“It’s awfully dusty up here,” I said.
“Shh! I hear something!”
“…find Fallor later. Get Belloc to help you if you
must.”
“Aye, Father.”
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My father marched into his study with a mug of ale in
his hand, looking tired and ready to settle in for a
comfortable afternoon of reading. Instead, he almost
dropped his drink. “What the—who are you, and what are you
doing in my private study? Out!”
Kahil stood. “Good day, Lord Braeden. My name is
Kahil, and Borneo Ranz told me to stop here. He gave me
this to give to you. But, ah, the seal is broken because
your son, well, read it.”
“Fallor?”
“I suppose so. I don’t imagine Karran would sit in a
tree, do you? That would be an awfully awkward picture.”
Father snatched the parchment out of Kahil’s hands.
“I’ll deal with him later. What is this for?” Without
waiting or an answer, he unrolled the paper. His face paled
and he glanced up at Kahil. “Leave, now.”
“I can’t, my lord. The king has ordered it.”
Father scowled and flung the offending parchment
across the room. “Why does he torture me with this? I wish
I could take it back! I’ll never forgive myself, and with
the way he drags it up every moon, I won’t be able to!” He
spun and gripped the front of Kahil’s shirt from across the
desk. “Tell your father that if he ever tries this again, I
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will have an assassin make sure he never sees the light of
day again. Understood?”
Kahil nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
“In the mean time, you may certainly stay here. For
one night. If you are not gone by noon tomorrow, you will
not live to see another day.” Father snapped his fingers.
“Out. Do not let me see your face in the castle.”
“Yes, sir.” Kahil turned to leave.
“Wait, boy.” My father frowned. “Fallor must not learn
of this. Any of it.”
“Any of what, my lord?”
“Exactly my point.”
“I will not breathe a single word.” Kahil strode out.
My father waited a few moments, then shut the door. He
sat down in his chair with his head in his hands. “Fallor,
you can come out from wherever you’re hiding, though I
can’t see many places you could be.”
I held my breath. He can’t really know I’m here. Can
he?
“Now, Fallor.”
I sighed and wriggled out of my hiding spot, but the
floor loomed below me. If I moved any further, I would fall
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face first into the hard wood floor. “Um, I think I’m
stuck.”
Father jerked his head up. “I beg your pardon? Where
are you?” He glanced around. “How in the world did you get
up there?”
I let my arms fall helplessly over the edge of the
bookcase. “I’m sorry, Father. Kahil suggested it and he
didn’t think you’d notice.”
“Didn’t think I’d—the conniving, simple-minded, back-
stabbing, thieving snake!” Father spat. “Guard!”
A guard dashed in. “Yes sir?”
“Retrieve the man who was in here not thirty seconds
ago.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard ran off.
Father sighed and got up, holding a hand out to me.
“Just keep on coming out, and I’ll help you down before
they get back.” I hesitated. Do I really have a choice? But
I reached out for his hand anyway and plopped down onto the
floor, my face burning red. “Fallor, you don’t really
deserve a second chance.”
I hung my head. “I know. I—I shouldn’t have been
listening, but—“
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“I don’t want to hear any more of it. I’ll let Kahil
have his say, and then Belloc will follow both of you
around the rest of the afternoon to make sure you don’t get
into any more trouble.”
There goes any plan of running away today. I sighed.
The guard, with several more cuts, scrapes, and
bruises than he’d left with, dragged Kahil into the room.
“Here he is, sir.” I thought I detected a bit of pain the
guard’s voice.
“I demand to know the meaning of this!” Kahil picked
himself up off the floor. “How dare you lay a hand on the
prince of Blythn!”
Father rolled his eyes. “I know all about it, Kahil.
Don’t play pretend with me. Both of you are in deep water.
And Kahil, your father will hear about this.” He pulled
Kahil to the side and whispered. “Fallor could have found
out! Do not ever do that again!”
Kahil gulped and nodded. “Yes sir.”
“And for both of you, punishment.” He glared at me.
“Belloc will watch both of you for the entire afternoon.
And you, boy, will have a guard stationed at your room
tonight. Two of them!” He glowered at Kahil.
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“I didn’t do anything!” I argued. “It was Kahil’s
idea, and besides, I didn’t find out your precious secret.”
Father gripped my shoulders. “Fallor, I don’t want you
to ever find this out. It will hurt you more than you know.
It is for your safety. Please, just accept this and move
on.”
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Chapter 4
Jeline rubbed her temples and let her long hair fall
over her face. “I find your story intriguing. I never knew
all of this enmity existed between you and your father.
Sometimes I find myself wishing I had even that.”
“It does—did.” Fallor shrugged. “I suppose it’s a part
of life for most people, except mine was never resolved in
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the way I wanted it to be. I would never wish it upon
anyone.”
“I know how you feel, Fallor.”
“Aye.” Fallor glanced down at his wife. “Really, I
can’t imagine not having all that happen to me, though. We
wouldn’t have met each other, and no matter what would have
happened, I don’t think I can live without you.”
Jeline leaned her head on her husband’s arm. “That’s
very sweet, dear. And, because it’s true and I know it
makes you feel better, I am fairly sure that I would not be
alive I you hadn’t come along.”
Fallor smiled. “Then I am glad I did meet you.”
“So, you were saying?”
* * *
I walked out of my father’s office more dejected than
when I entered. His words drilled into my very soul. It’s
for my own safety, is it? What could he possibly keep from
me that would do me harm if I knew? Something that he
couldn’t forgive himself for?
Struggling with this concept, I abandoned Kahil and
dashed outside to get a break from the oppressing indoors.
My head hurt with so many thoughts rolling around in it,
and I couldn’t focus on anything.
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He doesn’t care. He hates me and wants me to suffer
for the rest of my life. There’s nothing I can do about it.
He’s lying to you about the happiness of married life.
But he and Mother did have a happy life. Until she
died, which may or may not have been an accident. But
Father wouldn’t do anything like that. He loved her too
much. Unless—Karran wouldn’t have done it.
I shook my head and climbed into a tree. No, no, this
isn’t about Karran. This isn’t about my mother. This is
about Father and his obstinacy! I hate it! A tear ran down
my face. Another one joined it and they both landed on the
back of my hand. He hates me, and I know it.
My father’s faith in Belloc lasted less than five
minutes. When he came outside looking for me, he ran into
none other than Belloc, who was not watching me as ordered.
I watched them converse as they strode toward my tree.
Thank whatever powers there are that it’s the dead of
summer and there are actually leaves on these trees, I
thought.
“Make sure Fallor doesn’t leave your sight. I want him
with you at all times.” I almost heard his frown. “I don’t
want Kahil talking to him about—about—that. And it would be
nice if you could keep an eye on Kahil, too, but if it’s
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too much for you, feel free to order a guard. Better yet,
several guards.”
Belloc raised an eyebrow. “Really, Jariath. I’m an
elf, and I think I can handle two boys. Not that they’re
boys anymore,” he added hastily.
Father nodded. “Good. But feel free to take that offer
anyhow.” He paced beneath the tree. “Fallor must not be
allowed to run away, either. Think, Belloc. The money. The
power. The position this family would have if this marriage
went through. Fallor would have his own estates, which
would undoubtedly make him much calmer and easier to work
with, and Karran would have mine when I pass on.” He
chuckled. “And I would finally have those two out from
underfoot. They’re always fighting.”
My mouth fell open at my father’s words. He is really
in this for the family honor? Or is he in it for position?
For power? Honor is a strange motive.
He doesn’t give a whit about honor, Fallor. You know
that. He’s power-hungry, isn’t he?
I don’t know. I would say position hungry. But aren’t
they one and the same?
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“I understand. I will not let him out of my sight.”
Belloc smiled slightly. “I won’t let him anywhere near the
stables, either, since I’m sure you don’t want him there.”
Father slapped him on the back. “That’s my man. I’ll
be sure to pay you well.”
Money, money. His whole goal in life is money, now?
Tears stung my eyes. He doesn’t care about the form behind
the money, or the reason for the money. Me. He doesn’t care
for me. I’m a tool, a puppet.
Resolve set in. Already, my head filled with dozens of
plausible ways to get out from under Belloc’s nose and
escape. All of them involved getting out of the tree I sat
in, into the armory to fetch my bow, and into the stable to
procure a horse.
Good luck with that.
Belloc shook his head. “I need no payment. You know
that. Caradoc told me to keep him away from him at all
costs anyway. One of the men would be sure to spill the
secret, though I think only a select few know.”
Father stared. “Others know of this now?”
“Aye, they’ve known for quite some time. Caradoc did
not deem it safe to keep it only to himself, in case
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anything should happen to him.” Belloc cocked his head. “He
means to tell Fallor, you know.”
“What?”
“It is a shared secret, Jariath. Just as it is yours
to keep, it is his to tell in good time, and it is Fallor’s
to find out when he is ready. Caradoc will know the right
time.” Belloc leaned against the tree. “But it is wise to
keep Kahil from revealing it. I will make sure of that.
Go.”
My father stared helplessly at Belloc before spinning
and storming back up to the house. I blinked. Belloc?
Ordering my father around? Now that’s a change in things. I
waited until Father was well on his way out of earshot
before I dropped down to the ground. “Belloc?”
He looked up at me. “I thought you might be up there.”
“Who is Caradoc?” I demanded. “And what does he have
to tell me that you and Father, and Kahil and his father
along with this innumerable amount of other people, know?”
“I’m not allowed to speak of it, Fallor.” Belloc
sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “Do not tempt me. You
will find Caradoc soon, I believe.” He waved his hand at
the expansive stables. “If you wish, you may certainly run
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away. I will not stop you. Your father cannot do anything
to me, and this… Caradoc wants to see you.”
I pounded my fist into the tree. “All right, then. But
what about Kahil?”
Belloc shrugged. “Don’t worry about him. Like he told
you earlier, he has ways of getting places he shouldn’t be.
I, quite honestly, would not be surprised if he beat you to
Caradoc.”
“Who’s Caradoc?” We both spun around. I hadn’t noticed
Karran sneaking up on us from behind.
“It’s none of your business,” I snapped. “Go away.”
“Father sent me,” Karran said, smirking. “He wants you
up at the house, Belloc, for a moment.”
Belloc frowned. “Karran, I don’t think—“
“Father’s orders.”
The elf nodded slightly to me before striding up
toward the mansion.
“Well, Fallor. What have we here?” Karran withdrew a
long, jagged knife from his boot. “I rather like this
dagger, don’t you?”
I backed up. “Karran, leave me alone. I don’t want to
be bothered right now.”
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My brother fingered the dagger’s blade. “I just
thought I would mention that since Belloc’s gone, you can
probably run away now. That’s what you were doing, wasn’t
it?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Go on.” Karran wiggled his fingers in the direction
of the stables. “Shouldn’t be that hard. I’m sure Father
hasn’t said anything to them yet.”
“And why are you so eager to get rid of me?” I
demanded, scowling. “What’s wrong with me being here?”
Karran shrugged. “I figured you wanted to get out
anyways, and you’d appreciate a little help.” He pointed
his dagger at me in a manner that barely suggested a
playful threat. “But you’d better hurry, otherwise Father
might find out.” He strode off.
I sat in the tree thinking. Karran wanted me out of
the way? Why?
How would the outlaws handle it?
The outlaws of Hareem had themselves a reputation.
They killed for pleasure, and robbed anyone and everyone in
their way. They moved with the speed of lightning through
the forest. No one had ever caught—or at least held for an
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extended period of time—one of the Hareem outlaws. Nigh
uncatchable, they were told to be.
What am I getting myself into? How could Father ever
think I would join such a band of cutthroats and thieves? I
chuckled to myself. Well, I’ll show him. If I can survive
Karran, I can most certainly master the outlaws.
Belloc didn’t return for the rest of the afternoon,
much to my relief. I stayed in the tree for almost an hour
and nearly dozed off. Unfortunately, it was more than an
hour, because the sun settled lower in the sky than when
I’d come outside.
I finally made my way down the tree.
The setting sun could’ve caused problems for anyone
else, but I knew my way around our property enough to find
the lights in the stable. I suspected they were guarded as
they usually were after dark, but they might not have had
my father’s orders. Doubtless they had. I couldn’t just
walk in and ask for a horse.
Of course, I couldn’t just ask for a horse on a normal
day, either, without my father’s permission, and especially
not after sundown. Too many questions. But that was beside
the point.
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Twenty minutes later, a dirty-faced, hunched-over lad
strode up to the barn. Or, at least as dirty-faced and
hunched over as a six foot four inch tall almost-man noble
can possibly get. The guard on duty eyed me warily, but let
me pass.
“Excuse me, sir?” I bent over more and approached the
head groom, disguising my voice in some outlandish accent.
“Lord Braeden wishes his fastest horse to be saddled and
bridled immediately. I will take the horse up to the house
myself.”
The groom gave me an odd look. “Why didn’t he send
someone else down?”
I shrugged. “Not for me to question the master’s
orders.”
He wasn’t done yet. “And why does he want this horse?”
I threw my hands up in the air. “For the sake of all
life, sir, I don’t question the master’s orders! Especially
my life,” I added.
That seemed to do it. That horse was saddled and
bridled in the fastest time I’ve even seen in my entire
life. The grooms’ hands fairly flew as they brushed it,
cleaned its hooves, and finished with tack fit for a king.
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I thanked the groom profusely before heading out. My
plan is finally accomplished. Did it really take that long?
I applauded myself on my expert escape. No one would know.
Everyone would suspect that a servant has misused his
master’s name.
Unless . . .
Panic set in. My clothing! No one would mistake that
tunic for anything but a nobleman’s. And my height. My
cursed height. It was a scar on me, something I could never
take off and leave behind, or cover up. No wonder that
groom looked so suspicious.
I mounted the horse and wheeled toward the nearest
forest, following the road as best I could through the
waning moonlight. “Come on boy, come on!” I urged the horse
faster.
So much for the fastest horse in the stables. The
stallion refused to go more than several hundred feet at a
canter before dropping into a bone-jarring trot.
“Blasted horse.” I reined it in and let it walk. Maybe
I should have thought this over more before I did this. I
acted before I thought, as usual.
He was going to make me marry someone I didn’t want
to.
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But why don’t I want to marry her? She’s a perfectly
acceptable young lady. Perfectly acceptable, and her
manners are pristine. But she’s too stiff!
Father would never understand.
But it wasn’t my fault. I really couldn’t wait any
longer. It was a figurative prison! Torture! My father is
using me for his own purposes. That’s not what a family is
supposed to be.
Families are supposed to stick together, right?
What do you think my father’s doing? I slammed my fist
against the saddle, startling the horse. “Sorry, boy.” The
stallion calmed and kept walking.
He only wants what’s best.
No, he doesn’t. No father would force his son—or
daughter, for that matter—into perfect servitude to someone
he—or she—doesn’t even know!
It’s not too late to turn back.
Yes, it is. I’ll get a whipping, and maybe this time
Father will actually tan my hide, like he always threatens
to do, and he’ll say that he’s disappointed in me again.
That hurts more.
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But if I go back now, I can sneak it. No one will
know. I can say I saw the servant making off with the
horse, and—
“STOP IT!” I screamed, paying no heed to the silent
forest around me. The horse stopped in his tracks. Birds
flapped their wings in their sleep.
And the trees rustled—not in the wind.
Then I realized my mistake.
The outlaws!
Another tree moved, and I saw the distinct shape of a
man in it. All around me, they closed in. I was a sitting
duck.
With a savage yell, I kicked my horse through the
skin. He reared and nearly threw me, but I managed to keep
my seat. I kicked him again. This time, he didn’t rear, but
leaped forward. Inevitably I lost my seat and flew
backwards, only to end up on my back in the middle of the
road, coughing and wheezing and trying to get my breath
back.
My back felt as if it were on fire. I rolled over to
check for broken bones. Good, nothing broken. I winced.
I’ll be sore, though. Upon further investigation, I picked
myself up and brushed my clothing and face off.
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More trees swayed to the movement of outlaws. Great.
I’m tea toast. I groaned. That was not smooth, Fallor.
Thank you. I applaud myself on my graceful dismounts.
Someone dropped to the ground in front of me. “Stop,
stranger.”
Good. I think I’m taller than he is. Maybe I could
scare him away.
You, Fallor, are an absolute idiot. Isn’t this what
you wanted?
Most certainly not in this way! I straightened, hoping
to look more menacing than I felt. “Who dares threaten me?”
The man laughed. “Who said I threatened you,
nobleman?” I heard the sound of bowstrings behind pulled
back, a now familiar noise. “But now that you mentioned it,
perhaps a threat would serve us better. Drop your money and
your weapons, and maybe we’ll let you escape with your
life.”
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Chapter 5
I froze. “I have no money! Leave me alone!”
The outlaw took two steps forward. “Everyone says
that. We usually choose not to trust the word of a
nobleman. Throw down your purse, or we will be forced to
hold you for ransom and kill you.” He stood toe to toe with
me and shook his finger in my face. “Now.”
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Without thinking, I drew back my hand and punched him
in the jaw.
Only, my hand never reached his jaw. He grabbed it
mid-punch and twisted it. Pain shot through my wrist. The
outlaw grinned, stepped forward onto my foot, and I fell
over.
“Ahh!” I shouted. A knee slammed into my stomach,
knocking all air out of me, and the outlaw pinned my other
arm.
“Don’t try that again, or the results might be a bit
more disastrous. Now tell me, where is your money?”
“I don’t have any, you dimwits! Why won’t anyone
believe me?” I twisted under the outlaw’s body, trying to
get the upper hand, but failed. “Please, just let me go.”
The outlaw laughed in my face. “You’re a regular rich
brat, aren’t you? Your daddy would pay an awful lot to see
you back, wouldn’t he? No, I think we’ll keep you. Somebody
hand me a rope, will ya?”
A young man carrying a longbow flung a hemp rope at my
captor. “Here. Be nice, will you? He’s just a kid.”
I glowered, but didn’t say anything. Out loud. I am
not a child! I’m nearly eighteen. Why can’t anyone see
that?
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With a deft knot, the outlaw tied my hands behind my
back. “I see no reason to. ‘He’s just a kid.’ Well, this
kid also happens to be a nobleman, who we can collect
ransom from. Take him to Caradoc.”
Caradoc.
That name sounded familiar.
The young outlaw gently prodded me from behind. “Come
on, let’s go.” His voice sounded rougher than it had a
moment before. “Shh, don’t tell, but my name’s Retn,” he
whispered into my ear.
“I’m Fallor,” I whispered back, touched by Retn’s
friendliness.
He and I, along with the rest of the outlaws, trekked
through the forest in the dead of night. I continually
tripped over hidden tree branches and rocks that Retn’s
torch didn’t reveal, while no one else did. I felt pretty
stupid.
“Who is Caradoc?” I asked Retn.
Retn stopped. “He’s our leader. Didn’t you know that?”
“No,” I muttered. “How long has he been the leader?”
“I’ll let him tell you.” A wry grin split his face.
“And besides, if we’re going to kill you, you don’t really
need to know anyways.”
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“That’s unfair,” I complained.
“Life’s unfair, boy.” Retn and I both spun around at
the voice. The man whom I assumed was the outlaw leader
approached from a different path. “Leave us, all of you.”
Retn and the other men left without a word. The outlaw
scowled at me. “Who are you?”
I lifted my chin. “I don’t need to tell you. You’re
going to kill me anyway, so why even bother? It’s a waste
of your time.”
“Yes, I am going to kill you,” the outlaw agreed, “but
I could make it a lot more painful if you don’t tell me.”
Fear evidently showed on my face, because he laughed again.
“Or I could just ask Retn.”
“Fallor,” I said without hesitation.
He scratched his chin. “Fallor… Fallor… where have I…”
His eyes widened, suddenly filled with a deep sorrow I
never expected to see in a heartless outlaw. “You’re not
Fallor Braeden?”
My jaw dropped. “How in all Hareem did you know that?”
“You have a reputation was one with a quick temper.”
He winked, all grief gone. “I am Caradoc.”
A realization hit me. Caradoc! This is the man my
father was talking about! The outlaw! Pieces of thoughts
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slipped in and connected in my mind. “You’re—the outlaw!
The leader! The one with all that money on your head!” I
stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” He patted his hair.
“I didn’t think any coins were hidden there, but one can
never be sure…”
“My father—talking—instructor—said you were—done,” I
blubbered incoherently.
Caradoc raised an eyebrow. “I think you’ve some
insomnia to settle before I can get anything out of you.
Come along, spend the night with us. We won’t hurt you.”
“Right,” I muttered, but I followed him anyway,
thoughts whirling through my head.
Retn came back at that moment, bow still in hand.
“Want me to blindfold him?”
“No, let him see where he is. And untie him while
you’re at it.” Caradoc continued in the direction I
supposed the camp to be. Then he stopped. “You take him to
the camp and give him a bed for the night. I have other
business to attend. We’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
* * *
I didn’t know what to make of the camp next morning
when I woke with the sun, determined to forget about my
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problems at home. I’d been put in a lean-to shelter covered
with bark and dried grass, higher up in a tree than I had
ever climbed before—also known as higher up than I cared
for.
Rope bridges were strung all across the camp, and
ropes hung from platforms in the trees and over-hanging
tree branches. I noticed seven or eight other shelters
erected in the trees, similar to but not the same as mine.
I wondered if anyone had to share.
The only thing on the ground was the cooking fire. The
smells wafting from it filled my stomach with thoughts of a
good breakfast. Surely even outlaws had decent food.
I glanced around, trying to figure out how to get
down. The ‘rope bridges’ were actually two thick ropes
strung between the trees, with bits of thinner rope wound
between them. It didn’t look in the least bit safe.
But fortunately for me, I found a convenient ladder.
Retn chuckled when he saw me. “You need some new
clothing,” he said. “I’ll get you some after breakfast.”
I glanced down at myself. My nobleman’s clothing had
taken a hard hit, especially after being smeared with dirt
and grime the day before. But still, I didn’t care about
being a sorry mess. “No, no, this is fine. Really.”
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“It isn’t the least bit fine.” Retn shrugged. “But
have it your way and be miserable. We have a full day ahead
of us.”
“I can’t wait,” I muttered. “On a happier note, what’s
for breakfast?”
“Well, this morning, it’s porridge. Traven made it.”
Retn indicated a well-dressed outlaw rigging up something
on the other side of the camp. The man waved back and me
and went back to whatever he was doing.
I leaned on the cooking spit. “So, why do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Kill innocent people.”
Retn stared at me. “We most certainly do not kill
innocent people! Only when he need to, or in self-defense.
True, we threaten to kill, but that’s only to get what we
want from them.”
“Right.” I cast him a dubious glance. “I doubt it.
What about all those stories I’ve heard? You are every
noble’s bane and fear.”
“I see.” Retn handed me a bowl of unidentifiable goop.
I stirred the oatmeal. “What is this? Never mind. I’m
not even going to ask.” I lifted the spoon to my mouth and
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gagged, nearly dropping the bowl. “Who poisoned this?” I
gasped in between chokes.
Retn doubled over in laughter. “Oops! I forgot to warn
you about that.”
“This is poison!” I insisted.
“No, it’s an acquired taste.” I spun around to face
Caradoc. He was dressed the same as most of the other men:
dark brown tunic with pants and boots nearly the same
color, topped by a dark green cloak. His dark hair blended
with his tunic, though it was tied back to keep it out of
his face. He smiled at us. “Good morning, gentlemen. I
assume you slept well?” he asked me.
“I nodded. “Yes… sir,” I added, not sure what else to
call him.
“Call me Caradoc, and do away with the ‘sir’ business.
It makes me feel old.” The outlaw leader reached over my
shoulder and took a spoonful of breakfast from my bowl.
“Hmm. Retn, tell Ayden it could have used a bit more salt
and a pinch or two more of sugar next time you see him.”
Retn pointed. “He had road patrol today, so he didn’t
make this. Traven did.”
Caradoc chuckled. “Of course. I’ll have to remind
Traven that his talents belong with deer, not porridge.” He
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took my bowl, set it down, and stalked off without anything
else to eat.
“Is the food always this bad?” I demanded.
Retn shrugged. “Depends on who’s cooking. We all take
turns, although I daresay there are a few who get stuck
with it more often than anyone else.”
I eyed the fire. “I think even I could do a better
job.” I ignored the hunger in my stomach from skipping two
meals in a row. “What am I supposed to be doing?”
“Ask Caradoc. He should know. I’m thinking that he
will have you write out a letter to your family asking for
a certain amount of money for your ransom.”
I started to protest, and then stopped. “He can’t
write?”
Retn stared off into space. “Not to save his life, he
wouldn’t,” he said carefully. “That’s why you’re doing it,
not him.”
Without any further ado, I followed Caradoc’s steps.
“Sir! Caradoc!”
He stopped and waited for me. “Aye?”
“Surely you aren’t going to make me write a letter for
my own ransom, are you?”
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Caradoc blinked. “Did Retn tell you that?” I nodded.
“Actually, yes, I was. Saves me the trouble of tying you
down to slice off a piece of your hair.”
My eyes widened. “Don’t do that!”
“Don’t do what? Cut off your hair?” Caradoc grinned.
“Are you as attached to your locks as a maiden is to hers?”
“No! I meant don’t ransom me!”
“I won’t be doing the ransoming, lad. Your family will
be.”
I bobbed my head up and down. “Exactly why I don’t
want to be ransomed.”
“I suppose we’ll just have to kill you, then.”
I crossed my arms. “Retn all ready told me. You don’t
kill people—you only pretend to.”
“So we should kill you, and then ransom you?”
“No, I don’t want to be killed or ransomed!”
Caradoc put a hand on my shoulder. “Then what do you
want? That’s all we do to strangers here.”
I glared at him. “I want answers.”
“Answers?” Caradoc shook his head. “Answers to what?”
“My questions!” I shouted. “I hate my family, and my
family hates me. I want to know why. Someone told me you
would know! That was the whole point of finding the
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outlaws! Because you were here, and you can tell me what I
want to know!”
But that wasn’t the real reason, was it? Running away
from family. That’s why.
Caradoc looked away. “I can’t tell you those things,
Fallor. It is not the right time. Whoever gave you
instructions should not have told you to come here.” I
stared at him, flabbergasted, before he spun off. “Oh, and
Fallor,” he called back, “don’t touch any of the ropes!”
Retn came up behind me. “What was that all about?”
I clenched my fists and marched after Caradoc. “I’m
not leaving until I get what I came here for!”
“Listen to me!” Caradoc whirled and came nose to nose
with me. “You will just have to accept things the way they
are and learn to trust those you don’t know, because I am
one of them! And I tell you that you are staying, whether
you like it or not!” To Retn, he growled, “Make sure he
doesn’t leave the camp!” Then he stormed off.
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Chapter 6
Lord Braeden slammed his study door closed. “Why me?”
He collapsed at his desk and buried his face in his hands.
“I have made so many mistakes. And I cannot take them
back.”
He picked up a pen and a piece of parchment. Agonizing
memories of Fallor’s last words to him ran through his
mind, over and over again.
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“If you make me marry her, I’ll never forgive you.”
Jariath chewed on the end of his pen, deep in thought.
Nothing mattered here except the proper wording. He
resolved to be as emotionless as possible, to get rid of
any hopes that his son might have had of returning home
without any punishment.
"Fallor:
I am writing this so that you may know that you are
still welcome here. Not without reserve, of course, but I
hope that you may forgive me—“
The nobleman scowled and flung the parchment behind
him into the fireplace. "Not good enough!" He began again.
This time his pen scribbled for a few minutes longer. But
that effort, too, joined its mate in the scorching flames.
"Is nothing worth writing?" Jariath stood and paced.
He couldn't possibly write it in the manner his emotions
demanded. Why? Why couldn't he? He could be emotionless,
surely. "Belloc would know how to write this," the nobleman
muttered. Without any further ado, he strode out the door.
But something made him stop. Something that, a few
days earlier, would have stopped him no more than the
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threshold of a door would have kept him from entering into
a room. There had to be a reason for Fallor's absence.
Perhaps he was in the wrong after all.
Yes, he was in the wrong. But not now. No, the present
had no bearing on the actions of Jariath Braeden. It was
the past that haunted him and his actions. The ghostly,
fleeting history of a nobleman who carried much more than a
weary soul behind him. Even murder could not compare to the
ghastly deeds that marked this man, though Jariath looked
back on it not as equal to taking a man's life, but instead
consuming everything he had.
Never again could he face his old friend. Not after
all that he had done to him and against him. So why bother
trying? He could never be forgiven.
Jariath shook his head and stepped into the hall,
hardened once again to the wave of emotions breaking over
him.
But again, something made him stop. He felt a
presence, a ghost, watching him. What if the man were in
that very room? Outlaws were notorious for being places
they didn’t belong. “The alcove!” Jariath cursed his
stupidity and dashed back into his study. There, sitting at
the desk with his legs crossed and chewing on the end of an
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arrow, was that man. “What are you doing here? Get out!”
Jariath commanded.
Caradoc straightened in his chair, eyes glinting.
“I’ve come to inform you of a few incidents of interest. I
seem to have misplaced my contact.”
“Your—I beg your pardon? Contact?”
“Yes, my contact.” Caradoc dropped a slip of paper
onto the desk top. “You ought to keep better track of your
messenger birds, my lord. One of them might slip off
someday and warn me of something I’m not supposed to know
about.”
Jariath sank into the wall. “I don’t believe this.”
The outlaw stood. “So, were you ever going to tell
him? Or were you planning on letting him live a lie?”
“He’s not living a lie!” Jariath thundered. “He’s
living what he believes to be the truth! And is that not
worth more than telling him the reality in which he is
tangled up through no fault of his own?”
Caradoc stepped forward and placed a single finger on
Jariath’s chest. “You’re right—Fallor has no part in this.
It is we two who are dancing through the motions. You
started this, and I shall finish it.”
Jariath looked away. “So you are going to tell him.”
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“If I die, it will be better for him to know.”
“If you die—" Jariath stared up at Caradoc. “You
aren’t going to kill yourself, are you?”
“Wouldn’t it just serve you right?” Caradoc turned and
set each foot deliberately in front of him on the worn path
to the window. “I commit suicide and leave you to settle
the guilt in your conscience for the rest of your life. I
call that irony.”
Jariath smirked. “And how do you plan on letting him
know? I certainly won’t reveal it, you know that.”
Caradoc shrugged. “You are free to do so. But I doubt
you will, since it would greatly damage your pride, and
steal your son’s love and admiration.”
“Didn’t he tell you? He hates me now.” Jariath slumped
down in his chair. “I arranged a marriage for him. The
ungrateful boy refused and made a big deal out of it.
That’s what made him run away, you know.”
“No.”
“No what?”
Caradoc ran a finger along the edge of one bookshelf
and brought it off, covered in layers of dust. “You should
let the maids wipe off these precious shelves of yours once
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in a while, my lord. It would be a shame to let the wood
rot.”
Lord Braeden wiggled his fingers at Caradoc. “How are
you planning on telling him?”
“I’m not as illiterate as you think I am, Jariath.”
“So—you’re going to write it?” Jariath blanched. “How
do I know you won’t give said writing to him before—before
—“
“Before I die?” Caradoc examined his fingernails, and
then picked the dirt out from under them with the point of
his knife. “You have absolutely no guarantee. But you have
my word that I will let you tell him if I do not fall
before he returns home.”
They sat in silence for a few moments. Caradoc tapped
his fingers on the windowsill. Jariath squashed a little
ant running across his desk with his thumb. A draft blew a
layer of dust off one of the bookshelves. “But—you will
bring him home?” Jariath said finally.
“I owe you absolutely nothing.” Caradoc blinked at
him.
Jariath spun in his chair and glowered at the outlaw.
“Whatever you may say, think, or do, this is his home! I am
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his father. This is all he’s ever known, and if you take
that from him, he will wither away.”
Caradoc snorted. “I don’t think so, my lord. Already
he is quite satisfied with staying with us, and I expect
he’ll stay that way.”
“But I will bring the law down on you! I will have
spies infiltrate you and bring you down and kill you! The
lot of you!” Jariath roared. He flung a book at Caradoc’s
head. The outlaw stepped to the side and let the book soar
out of the window.
“You,” the outlaw ground out, “are a coward! You don’t
deserve him! Nor Eliana!”
“Never speak of her again in my presence!” Jariath
screamed. “Get out!”
Caradoc, in one leap, crossed to the small bookshelf,
calm, cool, and collected once again. “I will be back,
Jariath. Count on it.”
“Wait!” Jariath jumped out of his chair and in front
of Caradoc. “Please, bring Fallor home. I’ll—I’ll do
anything. I’ll cancel the arranged marriage! I love him,
and I want him home. Please, as a favor!”
“I owe you nothing!” the outlaw hissed. “It is you who
owe me!”
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Lord Braeden hung his head, eyes cast downward. He
clenched his fists, but forced himself to remain quiet. “I
was in the wrong. I am sorry if you still hold it against
me.” He winced, then under his breath added, “Will—you—
forgive me?”
“I gave my bitterness up long ago.” Caradoc hoisted
himself up onto the shelf that hid the alcove, and then
glanced down. A sudden piteous demeanor fell over his face.
“I will try to have him come home. If I succeed, I will not
attempt to take him back. If he wants to remain with us, I
will let him. But that will be his decision, and his
alone!” With that, he disappeared into a crevice.
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Chapter 7
Sorrow filled Caradoc, sweeping away all other
emotions. Jariath simply didn’t understand all the hurt,
all the pain. No one could, least of all himself.
Why couldn’t he let go of it? That was so long ago.
Some good came out of it, he was sure.
Caradoc frowned. No, it was an ill wind that blew no
one any good. But why did Jariath offer, of all things,
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forgiveness? Caradoc remembered his own words about giving
up all bitterness—but had he?
The cool forest helped to calm his nerves and soothe
his thoughts. There, that’s it, he thought. The forest and
the other outlaws.
A leaf crackling out of place caught Caradoc’s ear. He
froze, glued to his position by a sudden fear. “Come out,
whoever you are,” he demanded, placing one hand on the long
knife at his side.
The bushes behind him rustled. A man stepped out,
grinning wickedly. “Well, tree man. Paid a visit to my old
father, did you?”
Caradoc’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t belong here,
nobleman. Leave while you’re still ahead.”
Karran raised one eyebrow and leaned against the
nearest tree. “So you admit that I am in the lead?”
“Barely.” Caradoc scowled. “What did you say to Fallor
that would make him leave?”
“That’s of little consequence. My father really
cinched the deal, though. Why didn’t you ask him about
Fallor’s engagement while you were up there?” Karran
laughed at Caradoc’s mystified expression. “You didn’t know
about that? Well, I suppose I could’ve saved you multiple
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trips if I’d stopped you beforehand…” He picked at his
nails with a dagger.
Caradoc gulped. Fallor, married? No doubt that was the
real reason for his running away. Belloc would still be in
trouble though. “Of course. Everyone has.” He bit his
cheek.
Karran glanced up. “Both you and I have a bone to pick
with my father. Why don’t I make us a deal? You kill him,
and I’ll cover your tracks.”
“You would wish your own father dead?” Caradoc
spluttered in disbelief.
“Well—“ Karran shrugged. “It’s a situation that
pleases both of us. I can finally get even with Fallor, and
you can get even with my father. Right?”
Caradoc couldn’t believe his ears. “What makes you
think I would want to get even with Jariath? Nothing!”
“Hatred is stronger than love, revenge stronger than
forgiveness. At least, it was the last time I checked.”
Karran smiled. “So? What do you say? I would really rather
not do the dirty job myself, but revenge is always cheaper
than professional assassins.”
Something inside Caradoc snapped. Who was this boy to
suggest such a thing? “You think this is about revenge? Or
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hatred? No, this is about something much higher, something
you can never understand! Kill him yourself, if you want it
done!” Caradoc growled. He tore off into the woods, his
only place of comfort and safety.
He ran as far as he could before collapsing onto a
tree. His hands shook. “What have I done?” he whispered.
“I’ve just gone and told him to kill his own father.”
It was almost twenty minutes before he could control
his own body, with all of him shaking and tears flowing
freely down his face. How he wanted to break his promise—
but he couldn’t.
Caradoc pried himself off the ground and trudged
toward the camp. His camp.
When he arrived, he glanced around for the outlaws.
Not a soul in sight. Interesting. Then he saw why.
A hooded man sat at the fire, scowling and prodding
into the flames with a stick. “About time you got here,
slow poke. I left after you did and I’ve been waiting for
half an hour.” The stranger stood.
Caradoc sighed—and elf, not a man—therefore, Belloc.
“What do you want? I’m busy and I have other things to
think about.”
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The elf huffed. “So? But now that I’m here, you will
just have to listen to what I have to say.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“Fallor’s engaged, and he’s run away.”
“Yes, I know.”
Belloc stared. “How did you find that out? He has only
been missing since last night!”
“It’s a small world, elf.” Caradoc, with a wave of his
hand, motioned toward the tree-top shelters. “We waylaid
him yesterday. It was an accident, but I suppose it turned
out for the good.” Caradoc crossed his arms. He remembered
what he wanted to talk to the elf about. After all, only
one person would—could—tell Fallor where to find him.
“Fallor seems to think that I am the one who can answer his
questions, and there’s only one person who would tell him
that. Belloc! What did you tell him?”
Belloc threw his hands up as a display of innocence.
“He overheard both Jariath and I and Jariath and Kahil! He
was asking too much. I had to get him out from underfoot,
so I told him to run away and find you.”
“He what?” Caradoc roared, his voice laced with
horror.
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The elf shrank back. “He didn’t hear anything
important. At least, to my understanding.”
“To your understanding?” Caradoc clenched his fist.
“But you didn’t hear every word, did you? So how would you
know?”
“He would have said something if he had heard it.
Relax.”
Caradoc heaved a sigh of relief. Yes, that was true.
Fallor wasn’t one to keep secrets. “But no matter. Things
will son be back to normal. I’m taking him home.”
“You’re what?”
“Taking him home. I did speak to Jariath, and that’s
what he wanted.”
“You—spoke—Jariath—however did you get in? I only saw
you leaving from one of the main windows!”
Caradoc muttered something under his breath about
elves having too much sight for their own good. “I have my
ways.” He chuckled. “I excel at being places I’m not
supposed to be.”
Belloc nodded. “Yes, of course.” His brow furrowed.
“What else did you tell Jariath?”
“I told—" Caradoc looked away. How? How could he say
anything? “I told him I forgave him.”
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A stunned silence followed. “Why would you do that?”
Belloc demanded. “You know what he’s done to you!”
“Yes, I—“
A muffled snort startled Caradoc. He glanced up to one
of the huts. A pair of hazel eyes framed by blonde hair
peeped over the edge, nearly scaring Caradoc out of his
wits. “Oh dear.”
Belloc blinked. “What?”
“Fallor’s been listening.” Caradoc sighed and lowered
his voice. “I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. You’d
better leave.”
Belloc held out his hand and shook Caradoc’s. “I am
pleased to bring you what little news I could, even if it
wasn’t really news. Keep an eye on him for me, will you?
I’d hate for anything to happen to him.” Caradoc drilled
Belloc with a vicious glare. The elf backed away. “And, ah,
neither would you. Good day.” He bowed and walked off.
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Chapter 8
I swore to myself. How did he see me? I thought I was
perfectly hidden!
Belloc left and Caradoc sat down by the fire. “Fallor,
you can come out now. I know you’re there.”
I stood. “I’m really sorry about listening in on your
conversation, but—“
“Come down here, please.”
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I found a rope ladder leading to the ground and make
good use of it. I didn’t trust myself on a knotted rope
more than once, as my muscles all ready felt like jelly.