Fall of Blaze (Volume 6 of the Fireblade Array) by H. O. Charles

Author:H. O. Charles
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, magic, epic, sorcery, romantic fantasy, epic swords
Publisher: Idol: a Tree

“This is the place?” Seffe asked, looking at the hole with his brow deeply furrowed. Behind him stood a tree with two names carved into it. Medea had often wondered at the significance of those names, especially since Talia was one of them.

“This is it,” Medea said to him firmly. Two of her brothers – how many sisters had to bury two of their own brothers?

“I thought they had a royal tomb beneath the castle,” he whispered to his wife, but he was loud enough to have performed on stage, and Medea and her retinue heard it plainly. Perhaps it was what he had intended, or perhaps he was truly as foolishly brusque as he came across.

“Kal hated the palace,” Medea said, addressing the small crowd that had gathered. “He never wanted to be a kahr, or be kept prisoner by the white walls. It is indeed a great responsibility; we should be thankful that he sacrificed his freedom in the name of that responsibility during those last months, and in the name of peace.” And now he had sacrificed his life. “Let him have this one small thing. Let him be buried in the woods he liked to play amongst as a boy. Let him be free here.”

The tears mounted up in her eyes before she could stop them. It was what he would have asked of her, though in truth he had never asked for anything. Not a single demand in all the years he had lived. How many other spoiled offspring of royalty would have bled their families dry for allowances or gifts? Kalad had not been thought well of at court, but then that was full of rats and snakes whose very existence would only be challenged by such a concept as an honourable free spirit.

A soft breeze caught her hair while she stared into the hole, and she remembered again that it was winter. What a damned awful time to die! Why not the summer, when the sun shone and the lambs were soft, and one’s last memories would be as sweet as the fresh grass?

To her right, she could hear Tallyn Hunter sniffing awkwardly. She wanted to hand him a handkerchief to keep him quiet, and embrace him to lend comfort, but such acts would have been unseemly here. A queen needed to be as strong as the oaks that circled this very clearing. Now that Kalad was gone, there would almost certainly be movements within the kingdom to test her, if not to unseat her entirely.

She dwelled upon those thoughts as the shining blue and gold coffin was carried to the clearing – colours that had once belonged to Old Gialdin, the ancient colours of their family. Orwin and Beetan had requested to be pallbearers beside Sindra and Toryn, and they walked behind a procession that Korali di Certa and Koviere Dohsal led. It was a strange gathering, made stranger by the absence of Kalad’s own parents.

Medea had waited as long as she

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