Curse of the Forbidden Book by Amy Lynn Green

Author:Amy Lynn Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Religion, Christianity, fantasy, Amy Green, Amarias, Warner Press
Publisher: Warner Press
Published: 2013-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Jesse was not used to being woken up by a kick in the side. He groaned quietly, eyes still closed. “Prince Corin?” he muttered.

“Shh,” a voice whispered. “It’s me.”

It was dark in the tent, but Jesse could see enough to make out the small frame and long hair of the intruder. “Rae?” he whispered.

The figure nodded, then motioned for him to come outside.

Jesse followed, giving one longing glance back at the mat. But what did I expect? Once you join the Youth Guard, you never get a full night of uninterrupted sleep.

Even outside the tent, Rae’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Jesse, I can’t stay here much longer. We have to do something.”

Just as Jesse was starting to agree, she added, “Even if that means doing it without Parvel and Silas.”

Now Jesse hesitated, glancing back at the tent. Through the linen curtain, he could hear Parvel snoring softly. He is our leader. “But…” he began to protest.

“Silas and Parvel don’t understand,” Rae said. “They don’t want to take any risks. They want to have an orderly plan. But we don’t have time for that.”

“Risks?” Jesse asked. That was enough to make him nervous. What exactly does Rae have in mind?

“Listen,” Rae said heatedly. “Every day we waste here is a day that the others could be dying. What about your friend in the other squad? Where do you think he is right now? Fighting for his life, maybe, and we could help him.”

Eli. Jesse closed his eyes briefly. When he was younger, Eli had looked out for him, protected him from the children who teased him about his crippled leg. Now it was his turn to protect Eli. They had to find that book.

Sorry, Prince Corin, he thought, glancing at the prince’s strange, woven tent. I’ll be back. He hoped his new master wouldn’t wake and think Jesse had run away.

“Let’s go,” he said.

They walked quietly across the palace lawn, being careful not to trip over any of the tent pegs or ropes that turned the grassy field into a maze. Once, they ducked behind a tent to avoid a wandering drunk who let them know of his presence with a loud belch. Other than him, no one else was stirring in the entire camp.

It must be very late, Jesse decided. What could Rae possibly want to do at this hour?

To his surprise, Rae grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the path to the gate of the palace. “Do you want the sentries to see you?” she demanded. “There’s a servant’s entrance in the back.”

“Isn’t that dangerous? I mean, if the palace was under attack….”

Rae snorted. “Any attacker would have to get past the moat and over the outer wall first. If there were any danger, I’m sure they would lock the door. But there never has been. That’s what I was told by the head servant.” She grimaced.

“I take it, then, that you aren’t enjoying your new station in life?” Jesse asked.

“Lady Taralyn is spoiled, shallow, and moody,” Rae said wearily, “but some of her ladies-in-waiting are worse.

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