Bastial Frenzy (The Rhythm of Rivalry: Book 4) by B.T. Narro

Author:B.T. Narro [Narro, B.T.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Eventually Cleve heard many sets of boots coming down his hallway.

“I know the way! No need to be shoving.”

That voice—Cleve had wondered if he’d be seeing Captain Mmzaza again.

“So you’re the men protecting my king?” Cleve heard spit hit the stone. “My grandmother was stronger than the three of you punies put together.”

Cleve expected to hear harsh words returned, perhaps even a punch to the Captain’s gut. However, the guards were silent.

Captain Mmzaza continued to insult them as Cleve heard a clank and then a key setting a lock. But still, the guards said nothing.

The boots came his way.

“Cleve Polken?” one guard inquired. He nodded.

“Cleve?” Captain Mmzaza said. “Cleve, you in here, boy?”

The guards opened Cleve’s cell. “Turn around.” They fastened his hands together behind his back.

“Cleve Polken. Don’t think I’d forget your name!” Mmzaza laughed. “What did you do to get back in here?”

Cleve saw the guards watching, waiting for his answer.

“I said some things that I shouldn’t have…that were wrong.”

“Ah, I’ve made that mistake all too many times. Will you be sailing back to Greenedge, me boy?”

“Perhaps at some point.”

“Captain Mmzaza’s going to be stuck here for a while. If you need a good captain, you know where to find me.”

Cleve walked by his cell with the guards. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Mmzaza reached out to grab Cleve’s shoulder. Cleve feared the guards would jab Mmzaza’s arm, but surprisingly they made no motion toward their swords. Where was their eagerness to subdue defiance that they’d shown when Cleve first came to Kyrro City?

“The next time I see you, boy, it better not be in prison. You hear what Captain Mmzaza’s saying?”

Cleve was shocked. “I understand.”

“Good. Now I’ll inebriate myself.” He hummed as he reached into his sleeve and produced a flask.

The guards shoved Cleve forward. When they were far enough away, Cleve couldn’t hold in his curiosity any longer.

“Why were you so gentle with him?” he asked. They hadn’t even taken away the old sea captain’s flask.

“The man’s harmless. We have far worse enemies to fight than Mmzaza.”

So that was it. These men had gone with Reela and the others to Tenred. They’d seen battle recently and no longer hungered for it.

As they came out of the dungeon and into the light, it took some time for Cleve’s eyes to adjust. It wasn’t until he was in the grand entrance hall that he could open his eyes fully. The colors of the castle were a pleasant change from the stark gray. Decorative banners and paintings adorned the walls and gave him a feeling of belonging.

This was Kyrro’s castle, not just the King’s. The castle had existed nearly as long as the territory itself. Much of its history had happened within these walls. The Krepps had even tried to take it, and they’d failed. Cleve smiled as pride filled his chest. He was ready to fight, no matter what he had to say to Welson.

The guards didn’t bring Cleve into a throne room. Instead, he was taken to a room he’d been in once before when he’d come with Rek and the rats.

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