How was it possible? How could it happen so quickly? Why was there no warning, no hint at what was to befall him? He could only shake his head in mute wonder.
For an instant he imagined that all he need do was turn Blazer back toward home and all would be well once more. Upon reaching Askelon he would find Durwin alive and the Prince safe in his bed. His sword would be found in his chambers, lying across its hangers below the royal device-the flame intact, the god still with him.
But it was a dream, and the grim reality remained unchanged. Hoping against hope, Quentin determined that somehow he would make everything right again. He could do it; he was the Dragon King. He would make it right. With that, he urged Blazer forward. The horse, head down, ambled on.
FOURTEEN
“THEY ARE here, my Lady; they have come.” The maid approached quietly, lest she disturb her Queen’s vigil.
“What? Quentin is back? He has returned?” She jumped up, a brief light leaping to her green eyes. Then she saw the look the maid gave her and the light dimmed. “Oh.”
“No, the King has not returned.” She shook her head, then added, “But Lords Theido and Ronsard are here. You asked me to fetch you as soon as they came. They are waiting in the hall”
Queen Bria left at once and went down to meet her old friends.
“My Lady!” said Ronsard when he saw her approaching from across the great room. They were the only ones in it except for a few servants readying the tables for breakfast, which would be served within the hour. “How lovely you look!” said the knight, smiling warmly.
“Just as I remember your mother,” added Theido. “How is Alinea?”
“Theido, Ronsard, I am glad you are here at last. Forgive me for pulling you from your warm beds at this early hour. My mother is well I am certain she will wish to receive you soon, but I would speak to you first.”
Theido saw the dark shadows behind her smile and knew that the Queen had summoned them on a matter of great urgency. “Perhaps this is not the place to discuss important things,” he said. “A more private chamber would be better.”
“Yes,” Bria agreed, “follow me.” She led them out of the hall and along the wide corridor to a small room, a council room that contained a heavy table with benches on either side, and a grouping of high-backed chairs in a further corner. The three entered, closed the door quietly, and took their seats facing one another.
“Now then,” said Theido gently, “what has happened?”
Bria looked from one to the other of the two knights-men she had known all her life. Trusted friends of her parents, they had served the Dragon King’s throne numerous times and stood always ready to serve again. Their stalwart devotion and her own need overwhelmed her, and she broke down and cried.
“I hardly know where to begin,” she said, the tears streaming from her eyes.
The two glanced at one another helplessly, both feeling the depths of her sorrow.
“The words come hard, good sirs.” She sniffed and willed herself to stop the tears. The knights waited for her to continue. “Durwin is dead,” she said at last.
“By the gods, no!” said Ronsard. “Say not so!”
Theido held up his hand. Bria continued, “And my son has been taken.”
“When did this happen?” asked Theido. “And how was it accomplished?”
His stern tone helped Bria to calm herself. She began to speak more easily. “Yesterday, during the hunt. The Prince was to ride in the hunt-he was so proud; it was his first. Toli rode with him. Quentin and Durwin went along, but were to return to join the festival after leading the hunt.” She sniffed again, but kept her voice steady. “The King was a long time returning; we thought he had taken up the hunt as well. Then… then Toli came and… he told us what had happened… Oh…” She paused, gathered her strength, and continued. “They were attacked and fought off their assailants. Toli followed, but lost the trail. When he rejoined Durwin and Gerin they… Durwin was dead and the Prince gone. Quentin sent Toli for help. That was yesterday. I have not seen them since.”
Theido did not speak, but his dark eyes and the scowl on his face showed what he was thinking.
Ronsard smashed a clenched fist into the arm of his chair. “Who would dare such a thing? It is an outrage!”
“We must organize a search at once, though-I will be frank-too much time has passed already. If the kidnappers were on horseback, they could have ridden far.”
“Still,” put in Ronsard, “if ransom is their game, they may not have gone far at all. Indeed, they may be close at hand.”
Theido nodded sharply. “Yes, yes. There is something in what you say. But we must hurry in any case. My Lady, in the absence of the King will you give us the authority to command a body of knights?”
“Anything you require.”
“Good,” said Ronsard. “I know those well who served under me. We can start there.”
“Go,” Theido told him “Roust them out, and see that they are outfitted for the trail. I will follow directly.”
Ronsard stood and gave a little bow to the Queen. He smiled stiffly and said, “Take courage, my Lady. We will find the boy.” He strode out of the room and was gone.
“Is there anything else you can tell us?” Theido asked Bria.
“I know so little. No… I have told you all I know. Toli could tell you more, but he is gone. Lord Bossit might know something.” She reached out and took Theido’s hand. “Find him, good friend. Save my child, as once you saved my father.”
Theido pressed her hand, and she felt his confidence flowing into her in that touch. “One way or another we will find him, I know it. I do not know how long it may take, but we will rescue him unharmed. You may believe it; you must believe it.”
“I do believe, and I pray that it is so,” she said.
“Yes, pray. Your mother has taught me the power of women’s prayers. The god, I think, does listen most intently to a woman’s heart.”
“Then he has heard mine through the night.” She bent her head. “Oh, Theido, if anything happens to him I do not th-”
“We will bring him back hale and whole,” he soothed. “You will see.” He stood slowly. “I must go now and find Lord Bossit. The sooner we make a start, the better.”
“Yes, go. And Theido… thank you for coming. You have no idea what it means to me.”
“Would that it were a happier time, my Lady. But these days shall pass quickly and all will be right again.” The lanky knight dipped his head to her and went out.
In the last hours of the night, when all the earth was still and waiting for the new day, Quentin had stopped along the road to rest and had fallen asleep beneath a larch tree, his cloak spread over him. Sleep offered no release or comfort; fitful, troubled was his rest, broken by dreams of futile chases and violent clashes with an unseen enemy. There descended upon him a helpless, hopeless feeling of dread and loss which pierced his heart as cruelly as any poisoned dagger, and though he slept he ached with the pain.
He awoke more wrung out than when he lay down, and rose wearily, stiff from his hard bed among the roots of the tree. In the raw red light of dawn, Quentin rubbed his burning eyes and set about saddling Blazer once more.
“Quentin!” The King turned his eyes to the shout and peered into the dimness of the forest trail. The sun was not yet fully up and the shadows still lay heavy along the road, but he perceived the forms of riders approaching some way off. He waited, then recognized Toli riding toward him out of the gloom.
“Sire, at last we have found you.” The Jher’s features bore the traces of a sleepless night, but his eyes were as sharp and quick as ever.
“Have you seen anything?” asked Quentin.
“No, my lord. Nothing, that is, except the body of an unfortunate lying in the road.” Toli eyes examined his master carefully.