0412405001354066328 fiona mcintosh - the quickening - 03 by bridge of souls

Author:bridge of souls
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-11-28T01:31:51.367000+00:00

Chapter 22

Wyl was brought back into the hall of the Donals, where an am of expectancy greeted him. He glanced at Aremys’s stricken face and wished he could reassure his friend that death did not frighten him anymore.

Any escape from the sheath of Ylena’s body was welcome.

At Jessom’s bidding, and with an awkward silence prevailing, he was taken by the two guards to a spot at one end of the chamber where his hands were tied to a timber framework, no doubt hastily erected for his benefit. His ankles, still manacled, were unnecessarily tied to the timbers as well. This is novel, he thought. Celimus was obviously getting more creative. He stared defiantly at the Morgravian King.

Celimus took a swig from his goblet. “The last of the great Thirsks, strung up for our pleasure, gentleman.

Call in the archers,” he said, then glanced toward the stony-faced Mountain King. “Come on, Cailech, I thought you people were…” He paused.

“Barbaric?” Cailech offered.

Celimus smiled, sly and cunning. “Fun loving, I was going to say.” Cailech did not reply. He turned to look at the intriguing woman and was met by a hard blue gaze, fiery with hatred and anger. He felt his breath catch, as it did each time he looked at her. He admired the defiance, her complete disregard and indeed disrespect for the company she was in, and the lack of fear for what she surely knew was coming. She had the courage of the Mountain People in her soul, he thought fancifully, caught by the golden hair that had fallen loose. Ylena Thirsk looked dirty and disheveled, but she was nonetheless desirable, he admitted to himself He had to look away from her fierce stare. “No trial?” he asked as two archers were brought in.

“None required,” Celimus said. “She pays the price for the treachery of the men of her family.”

“Shar won’t grant you forgiveness for this, you evil scum, Celimus. This is like the witch Myrren all over again, isn’t it?” Wyl forced out a laugh as the similarity of the situation struck him. He saw that it struck home with Celimus too and took pleasure in seeing the King flinch. “She got the better of you and so will I. I won’t scream, I won’t give you any satisfaction, you cowardly—”

“Shut her up!” Celimus ordered a soldier.

But Wyl was going to have his say, even as the embarrassed guard moved toward him. “Your father wished many times that my brother could be King, so you got rid of both of them—and the King of Briavel, Romen Koreldy, and the Donal family. Watch out, Cailech, he’ll be planning to kill you next.

And no doubt his bride. He’ll slaughter everyone until—”

Ylena’s mouth was bound. Although he could not make himself understood, Wyl continued to rage at the man who had destroyed the lives of so many good, loyal people of Morgravia. He saw Cailech shake his head, noticed that the Razor King wore an expression of wonder.

“Where are you going, Aremys Farrow?” Celimus asked loudly over Ylena’s accusations.

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