A Deliverer Comes by Jill Williamson

Author:Jill Williamson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy;FIC042080;FIC009030;FIC009020
ISBN: 9781441230843
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2018-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

“I am surrounded by betrayal,” King Barthel said to Qoatch long after Prince Shanek and Amala had departed. “She left you here to spy on me, didn’t she?”

Qoatch said nothing. He’d spent the evening in King Barthel’s tent, listening to him rant about the horrible way Empress Jazlyn had tricked him.

“Silence from you. Silence from her,” the king said. “That’s all the proof I need. She knew about the new magic, knew I had a supply of new evenroot on Islah, and went to claim it. Deny it, eunuch. Tell me it is not so.”

Qoatch could not, so he did not.

“I should have you killed.”

Qoatch didn’t even flinch.

“The empress told me you made a root garden from a plant Chieftess Charlon had given her. I want it. Zithel Lau and a squadron of ten soldiers will help you carry it here.”

“There’s very little,” Qoatch said, knowing Jazlyn wouldn’t like losing her garden.

“I care not. Miss Amala says Sâr Shanek will give me a lesson if I supply my own evenroot. The empress has helped herself to my stores. I intend to return the favor. Go. Now.”

Qoatch started for the door, but before he could leave, Dendron appeared not two steps in front of him. Qoatch slowed to a stop.

Lady Islah is not in her tent, the great said.

King Barthel scowled at Dendron. “Her guard must have taken her to use the privy.”

There is no guard, Dendron said. Captain Orbay had no answer as to the man’s whereabouts. It seems he has fled.

King Barthel pushed off his throne. “This is Sir Kalenek’s doing. He must have taken Islah and the prophetess.”

Not Sir Kalenek. The Armanian root child carried her to Armanguard.

“That cannot be.” The king began to look panicked. “Without her bond . . . everything is lost.” He shoved past Qoatch and out of the tent. Qoatch had never seen the man move so quickly. He and the other acolytes followed. They arrived in time to see the king exit a small tent behind his own.

“She’s gone,” he told the great. “What can be done?”

We will continue our plan to make use of the root child Shanek, Dendron said, his dark eyes fixed upon the king. He must give me Dominion, or you must. Otherwise, I will leave.

King Barthel’s lip curled. “Bond with Shanek.” He stormed past the great shadir, back toward his tent.

Qoatch didn’t know who Lady Islah was or what any of this meant. Could the shadir convince Shanek to bond? Qoatch hoped Jazlyn returned soon. He didn’t want to be here when such a thing took place.

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