Journey's Middle by B. K. Parent

Author:B. K. Parent [Parent, B. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781475901061
Publisher: iUniverse via Indie Author Project
Published: 2012-06-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Two

Thorval was so proud of his daughter that it took all he had to not pull her up off her chair and hug her. Time was of the essence here, however, and so he calmly sat back down and poured himself another cup of tea, which he really did not want. He looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear his conversation with his daughter. In a very soft voice, almost a whisper, said, “Ari . . ., ah, Nissa, I have to start thinking of you with that name so I don’t mess up. Anyway, Nissa, while I would like to spend more than a brief moment with you just talking and catching up, we don’t have much time. There are a few important things I need to tell you. First and foremost is I love you, and I am so proud of you. Over the last month, you have kept a cool head in dangerous situations and have gathered good friends around you. I only wish I could be with you, but that would put you in even more danger than you already are.”

“I love you too,” Nissa whispered back, “and I miss you.”

“The others will be expecting us soon, and there are things you need to know. Master Rollag is aware of who both of us really are,” Thorval told his daughter. When he saw the look of surprise and alarm on her face, he quickly assured her she could trust Master Rollag. “He and I have a history, and I believe him when he says he will look out for you. Know that you can trust him. I also think you can trust Master Clarisse, Beezle, and Evan with your true identity, if you need to do so. However, the fewer folks who know our secret, the better, for it places all of us in less danger.”

“How does Master Rollag know who you are?”

“That’s a story for another time, I am afraid. Now,” said Thorval, effectively cutting off any more questions Nissa might ask, “do you remember when the tall fair-haired man bumped into our table at the Inn of the Three Hares?”

“The one you recognized? The one who slipped something under the bread basket which you picked up with the expertise of a slight of hand artist?” Nissa remarked dryly.

“Ah, so you noticed both of those things, did you? You are either very observant, or I am losing my touch. Did you also notice what he said?”

“He was very polite if I recall.”

“He was, but his words had a dual meaning. He said, as he slipped the folded paper under the bread basket, ‘Your pardon’ and he meant it literally. What he slipped me was a pardon for one Thorval Pedersen, duly signed and stamped with the Regent’s seal. That he knew who I was under the disguise is worrisome in and of itself. That he had a pardon with him when he came into the Inn suggests he knew I was going to be there that night.

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