Castle of Secrets and Spells: A Merman Historical Fantasy Adventure (The Secrets of the Forest Knight Series Book 3) by Sarina Dorie

Author:Sarina Dorie [Dorie, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon.com
Published: 2024-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Miric Catches On and Catches Up

Miric bowed his head to the pudgy Osea maid before him. “I was told you could help me. I must speak with the queen,” he said. He hated this show of formality for a common, Osea servant. But she did work in the castle.

“She’s a busy woman. And so am I.” She waited, as if expecting him to do something.

Miric fingered the two gold coins in his pocket from Sir Gallad’s purse. He sighed, holding them out. He immediately regretted doing so. That was all he had. The bag of stones had turned out to be a real bag of stones. He’d realized this after he had carried the stones all the way back to where Princess Mitra was supposed to be waiting.

The maid wiped her hands on her apron and took the coins. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Miric waited in the growing darkness, his thoughts turning once again to Doone. It all had been Sir Dearheart’s fault in Battleton. He’d put the wrong ideas in Doone’s head. Miric could trace his servant’s ungrateful behavior to the director of the school.

Doone never argued with Miric about why he received a beating for speaking out in the tavern. Nor did he bring it up afterwards. In fact, Miric wondered if Sir Redash might have been right. Maybe a good beating every so often did make servants more docile. For the rest of the semester, Doone remained unusually quiet, not even offering helpful advice about Miric’s classes.

“Come on, sing one of your merry songs,” Miric said.

Doone did so, but his tone sounded less enthusiastic than usual. At Miric’s request, he still practiced early in the morning with him, though.

While sword fighting one day, clad in protective armor and helmets, the director of the school snuck up on them. Just as the summer sun rose over the horizon, Sir Dearheart commented, “You’re coming along nicely, Miric. You’re both doing well.”

Miric jumped, unaware the director had been watching them. To make matters worse, Doone took off his helmet. Miric cringed.

“Thank you, Sir,” his servant said. At least he kept his eyes on the ground when he said it.

Sir Dearheart smiled. “If it wasn’t for your servant, Miric, you wouldn’t still be here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Miric frowned, hating that the director was correct.

“It’s too bad you’re so obviously Osea, Doone,” Sir Dearheart said. “I’d let you accompany Miric to reading and writing classes if it weren’t for that blond hair of yours. But I don’t mind if you stay on the field and watch. You can even practice with the other lads if you wear some armor to cover your hair.”

Doone kept his eyes down. “That is kind of you to offer, but I imagine Sir Redash will skin me alive if he catches me on his field.”

“If you encounter Sir Redash, just ignore his rants and send him to me.” He winked at them.

Doone beamed. Miric didn’t know why Sir Dearheart humored Doone like this. He wasn’t even sure he wanted him to.

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