Aeron Returns (Guardians of The Realm Book 2) by Amanda Fleet

Author:Amanda Fleet [Fleet, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Manson and Westwood
Published: 2020-03-07T06:00:00+00:00

15

The library lay behind the Great Hall. Faran perched at one of the tables, violet shadows under his eyes, his cheekbones knife-sharp. He caught my hands as I arrived, holding them firmly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, softly. “Can we talk after the lesson? Please?”

“Do I have a choice? There’s nowhere else I can go except our rooms. My leathers aren’t blade-proof and everyone wants me dead.” I pulled my hands free.

The Guardians arrived, accompanied by a small bevy of nervous-looking Scouts. I welcomed them all in and made them sit next to each other, rather than in blocks. The Scouts all wore the same style of woollen leggings and tunics that Aned did, in varying shades of brown and muted greens. The Guardians towered over them – all a good six inches taller than any of the Scouts. Lord Eredan joined too, standing at the back, legs astride, arms folded, glowering at me.

The lesson was a disaster. No one managed to learn any of the smattering of phrases I tried to teach them, not even, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” which frequently came out with the composite syllables in any old random order.

Having me go Outside with them would be a far better idea than them going alone, but with Lord Eredan hurling death-stares at me from the back, I wasn’t about to raise this. Since it wasn’t possible for me to teach them enough English for them to be able to converse with anyone or read the papers to find out what was happening, I wondered what Lord Eredan’s plan was. Did the Scouts continue to go out and steal newspapers and the Guardians go out and wait for Aegyir to find them? Maybe I could ask Faran later since he wanted to talk.

We closed with a general question-and-answer session. By the time we finished, I was beyond exhausted but we’d barely scratched the surface of how Outside worked.

“Lord Eredan, do you want me to do any more lessons?” I asked, hoping he didn’t.

“No. Focus on training tomorrow. Faran, practise this language with your wife.”

My spine sagged. Training? Right now, I could barely walk back to our rooms.

Faran and I made our way to our suite in an uncomfortable silence. Another bundle of newspapers awaited me on the side desk there. I’d just picked them up when there was a loud knock at the door. A seamstress and a tailor stood nervously on the threshold, clutching bundles of clothes. Faran ushered them in.

I was pleasantly surprised by the clothes. They’d concentrated on producing a jacket that could be made of the special blade-proof leather, but which would look as close to a biker jacket as I could design, given that The Realm hadn’t embraced zips yet.

The long coat was more of an issue. I made Faran try it on. He looked as if he’d escaped from The Matrix, but there wasn’t any other way of concealing a sword on him.

The tailors made a couple of notes on some minor adjustments that were necessary, then the group bowed and scurried away.

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