A Triad in Three Acts by Blaine D. Arden

Author:Blaine D. Arden [Arden, Blaine D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, fantasy, romance, gay, suspense,
ISBN: 987-90-822966-8-6
Publisher: Cayendi Press
Published: 2016-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

SORSE HAD SCREAMED while Brem and a couple of cloud elves freed him from the tree and transported him to the cells. He hadn’t stopped screaming until he fell asleep there, long after midnight. Despite the thick walls and the distance to the village proper, Brem assumed by now the whole village knew what Sorse thought of Taruif.

Brem yawned. “Sorry. I tried until after midnight to interview him, but he was… difficult. I thought you might want to try before we think of going into his mind.”

I nodded. I only wanted to do that as a last resort. “And then you ran the tests to compare the numbing agent, didn’t you?”

“Only until it was time to release Novice Darver from his watch. How did you know?”

“Aside from the lack of sleep? The scent still clings to you.” Not something I wanted to smell ever again. “Go. Send a messenger to Jarda’s hunting group to tell her we found her brother. Make sure he knows she’s to return at once. Then, have a nap and finish things at the workshop.”

“Yes, Master.” He turned to walk away.

“And Brem?”

He stopped.

“Please change your clothes.”

A snort. “Yes, Master.”

I shook my head at him, took a deep breath, and prepared myself to interview Sorse while I waited for the guide to arrive. Instead it was Darver who appeared, looking bleary-eyed after his short night.

“The guide was summoned by the elders,” he said as he straightened his tunic. “They’ve requested your presence as well.”

They’d have to wait until I was done here. Sorse didn’t look at us, didn’t look up at all when we walked into the cell and sat across from him. He just kept muttering words I could barely understand. This must have been what Ustion told me about.

Sorse’s dirty-blond short hair stuck up in all directions, his forehead splotched with redness. Lack of sleep? Anger? I couldn’t tell. His wings weren’t folded but hung lax off his hunched shoulders. He had large hands, which surprised me; bone carving was a delicate job.

“How did you find out who the apprentice was to be, Sorse?”

I wasn’t going to tell him he’d grabbed the wrong stripling, wanting him to feel accomplished in at least that… for as long as it suited me.

Sorse muttered something, but didn’t lift his head. I asked him again, louder and with more force behind my words. Still nothing but muttering.

“Sorse,” I said sharply, in an attempt to grab his attention. “If you don’t answer my questions, I’ll have to go look for the answers myself. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

He stopped muttering, stopped moving, but said nothing and kept looking at the table in front of him. Did he understand? I gave him a few more moments, and finally, he looked up at us, at me, his cheeks hollow, and his eyes spitting fire.

“Heard the father boasting about his little forester. Saw him puttering about in their perfect garden.”

Him? Sorse had probably seen Merel, but from behind, with their long blond hair, she and Ustion looked very much alike.

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