“How are you feeling, Kara?” Arisha asked softly.
“I just wish I’d had the chance to say goodbye,” she said. “That is what I am most sorry for.” Arisha nodded, and Kara knew she understood.
“Gar’rth made the decision,” Castimir said. “He thought to spare you the pain of parting.”
Arisha must have seen something in her expression.
“I think we all know what he was always afraid to tell you, even when we spent all that time together in The Wilderness. Often, when you slept and he sat watch over us, I saw him and the way he watched over you. He loved you, Kara, because the feeling you inspired brought out the best in him. It saved his humanity and kept his werewolf heritage in check. He told me so himself, several times on our travels.”
“And now we have failed him,” Kara said miserably. “Had he told me then what he felt, about me, about his heritage, I would have done more to prevent him from coming back here.”
But I knew it. I knew how he felt. I was just too stubborn to say anything to him. Too stubborn, and too afraid.
“It might be that coming back here isn’t such an ill fate for him,” Arisha murmured. “He is from this land after all, and it now seems certain he will not be executed.”
“But what if he is forced to yield to Zamorak, Arisha? He won’t be able to resist the likes of Malak, and he will lose all that made him good.”
“It is what he is,” the priestess replied gently. “At least he should live.”
“She is right, Kara-Meir,” Despaard grunted from his position at the oar. “If he had somehow returned with us now, or had he remained in Misthalin, eventually he would have succumbed to his passions. And had he done that-and had you lived to see it-then it would have been far harder for you to bear.”
But he would not have done so. Not if he had spoken to me earlier and I had told him how I felt…
She faced forward and gritted her teeth angrily.
But did I love him?
The conversation ended and silence fell. The world passed by in a dreamlike state.
“There is one thing I would like to know, Gideon,” Arisha said behind her. “What happened to you two? We thought the werewolves had taken you.”
Kara shook herself from her thoughts and listened as the jester answered.
“It was Albertus,” Gleeman said. “He tricked me. When the fires started up he asked me to go upstairs to his room for some medicine, and when I was gone he ran out of the inn and attempted to exchange his life for Pia and Jack. He took with him two of his explosives, which he tried to use when the werewolves turned on him. I found him injured and beaten.
“After I was taken, I was told that his actions violated the terms of the embassy and that our lives were forfeited then.” The jester sighed. “We were taken by Roavar and kept by him until Malak and his Vyrewatch came for us. Then we slept, and awoke alongside the others.”
“You… you saved me, Gleeman,” Albertus moaned faintly. “You saved me… you killed that wolf…”
“Hush, old friend,” the jester said softly. “I did nothing.”
“No… no, you used magic Gleeman… it was magic…”
Kara turned to see the jester shaking his head affectionately, holding the old man’s hand. Gideon looked up and shared a tight smile with her.
“Sleep, Albertus,” Arisha advised him. “Save your strength.”
The old man nodded and lowered his head to the pillow. At once his eyes closed and he started to snore gently.
“He is confused, I am afraid,” Gideon whispered. “Perhaps he recalls your magic Castimir and attributes it to me?”
But the wizard said nothing, and no one spoke for some time after that. The swamp was a haunted place in the night, and Kara felt its animosity grow as they progressed, stroke by stroke, hour after hour.
The sooner we are out of here the better.
33
Pia returned to the groove atop the circle where she and Vanstrom had watched the dawn rise, yet it was too cold, even with her blanket, for her to find sleep. That, and she missed him too much.
I want to be the first thing he sees when he returns. I will look to the east, across the waters, and watch for him. And when he comes I will run to him and hold him and never let him go again.
Now, the east was pink again. The sun was rising. It was too young to warm her still-aching limbs, but she imagined Vanstrom was below her again, her head resting on his chest. Her hand brushed against the bottom of the groove, and came away with a fistful of earth.
She watched for an hour longer, glad of the sunlight on her face and arms. Below her, she could hear the people of Hope Rock busy at work. She knew they were preparing to leave.
Tomorrow morning at dawn. That is when we go, regardless of whether Vanstrom and Arisha have returned. But if they haven’t come back, then I will remain.
Master Peregrim was fussing as the gnome supervised the metal device he called the burner being put into place. Vanstrom had explained to her that he had retrieved it from his first balloon-the one that had carried him across the river-and how it would provide the heat needed to lift them into the sky.
It’s insane. Man was not meant to fly. If Zamorak had meant it to be so, he would have given us wings.
She became aware of several angry glares cast toward her. Everyone on the plateau was busy. Even the blind old creature they called the spirit woman was pulling on a rope, with Jack behind her, obeying the instructions of a young man, whilst the few children of the settlement ran about with handfuls of cordage.
Everyone was helping.
Everyone but me.
Embarrassed, she climbed down the scaffolding and stood by Jack, to help heave the heavy burner into place.
“You brother is gifted, Pia,” the old woman said once they had finished. “We are blessed that you came to us.” But before she could explain further, a cry went up from the lookout above the windlass on the northern side of the circle. It was the pregnant woman who cried out.
“I see a boat,” she called over. And then, a moment later she added, “It’s them! It’s them! And they have brought others!”
The work was forgotten as everyone crowded to the top of the circle to watch the boat draw near. When the rowers finally heaved into the small lagoon, Vanstrom waved and shouted.
Pia saw Kara-Meir, too, but it didn’t look as if she was pleased about their rescue. Her companions all wore the same expression.
Yet they are alive, she said, peering from one to the other. All of them, I think. It was only when they drew closer that she counted, and realised that one of their number was missing. It is the tall one-the frightening one.
Still, Pia couldn’t restrain her excitement at seeing Vanstrom again. As soon as the group was lifted to the plateau she ran to his arms, uncaring of what others might think.
“I knew you would come back…” she said breathlessly. “I knew it… I knew it.”
The bearded man embraced her for barely a second before pushing her gently aside. Yet she saw his smile and the shine in his dark eyes, and she was certain they were meant for her alone.
“How long until we can make our flight, Peregrim?” Karnac called from behind.
“We will be ready at dawn tomorrow,” the gnome answered, “but we have a great deal of work to do before then. The envelopes have yet to be filled and-”