Into the Fray: Volume 1 of The Sorcerers of Jhanvia Series by Aderyn Lonigan

Author:Aderyn Lonigan [Lonigan, Aderyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-08T17:00:00+00:00

A short time later, Natilya had cleaned herself of Kutrik’s blood and had changed into a dark blue dress with embroidered silver accents, which was one Satreka most favored because it drew out her eyes. A young soldier had helped Satreka by lashing a piece of wood to the outside of his leg in an effort to immobilize the wound. It was fashioned cleverly so that it was concealed under his pant leg. She finished running a comb through her hair when a knock came from the door.

“My lord and lady, the clan has gathered,” Zakrell announced from the outside.

“Come, my friend.”

The big man entered followed by a loyal soldier who carried the fine cloak previously worn by Kutrik. “We believe that this properly belongs to you now,” Zakrell stated as the young soldier laid it out on the bed.

“Thank you, Zakrell,” Satreka said as he caressed it with his fingertips and noted, “It is quite beautiful, is it not?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Satreka took a deep breath and stated, “On this night, it is most important to solidify our hold on power. Wearing this might be perceived as antagonistic. I shall wear my normal clothes.”

“Very good,” Zakrell agreed. “Juun has positioned himself strategically in case he is needed. How is your leg?”

“I’ll be fine.” Satreka paused and looked at his friend, “Did I just steal your favorite phrase?”

Zakrell and Natilya laughed. The big man answered, “I think you did.”

“Actually, it feels quite good, all things considered. It’s still a bit numb from whatever Juun did earlier.” Satreka looked over at Natilya, “Are we ready for this?”

She smiled, “Of course, my love. Your greatness will light our way.”

He took her hand and they walked out of the room with Zakrell and the young soldier closely behind. Satreka had a noticeable limp, but he was able to walk reasonably well. He had a bit of difficulty with the stairs down to the main level of the castle, but then he strode confidently along the hallway and out into the courtyard.

Zakrell pointed toward the south drawbridge and directed, “This way.” He led the procession across the moat where two pyres had been constructed, Kutrik on the taller one and Resali on one a foot shorter. A layer of those loyal to Satreka had been arranged within the gathered throng to protect their leader and display support. Satreka and Natilya stood reverently in front of Kutrik as Zakrell took an unlighted torch from Gushol, who stood at the ready to light the fire for Resali.

Satreka winced in pain as he carefully climbed up a few steps on the wood structure to get one last look at Kutrik’s face. Despite their disagreements, Kutrik had been his mentor for nearly ten years. They had developed a bond not unlike close brothers and he relied on the older man’s counsel to mold his maturity and internal strength. He took off a silver pendant that Kutrik had given him years ago and tucked it in the dead man’s grip.

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