Red Prince by Jared Garrett

Author:Jared Garrett [Garrett, Jared]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical fantasy
Publisher: Jared Garret
Published: 2019-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Sharp brown and gray lines traced from Alronna’s ears to her chin, making her face look almost angular and pointed. Thin red lines seemed to depict fur on her forehead and cheeks, and yellow and white lines extended from her lips down her chin. They looked like fangs.

“I think that’s a wolf,” Hilana said.

“Wolf?” Lakhoni and Simra grimaced at Hilana, then turned back to Alronna. Lakhoni bent closer and nodded. “It’s a minga.”

“It’s a wolf,” Hilana said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go.”

“What is a wolf?” Alronna asked.

“It’s a minga.” Lakhoni shook his head. “Not whatever a wolf is.”

Lamorun burst out laughing. “Tempted as I am to let this continue,” he collected himself. “Wolf is minga in the Old Language. They are the same thing.”

Alronna shook her head in frustration. “She painted me to look like a minga? What has that got to do with the earth?” She struck out toward the river. “I have to see this.”

Lakhoni kept a continuous watch while walking, but finally figured out what was bothering him most from the interaction with the Marapuc. “If they didn’t see Gadnar, how could they know about him? How could they know he was called the Red Prince back in Zyronilxa?”

Simra kicked a rock off the path. She made a sound in her throat. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about that ever since they said it.”

“There must have been a traveler that came through here and told them.” Hilana gestured toward the river. “It’s out of the way, but they can’t be completely isolated.”

“Who would come here from Zyronilxa?” Lakhoni glanced toward the river. Alronna had gone out of sight, but only a few moments before. “We’re only here because of Gadnar. How could trade with anyone this far away be worth it?”

Nobody had an answer to that. They walked along in silence until Alronna reappeared some time later. Her eyes were wide, which only enhanced the effect of the painting. “That looks very strange.”

“I thought you were going to clean it off,” Simra said.

“I did too.” Lakhoni brushed a finger on the now-dried paint. It felt crusty and a bit of red paint flaked off at his touch.

Alronna fell into step as they continued. “I thought about it, but decided what would it hurt to leave it on?”

“We were just discussing how those people knew about Gadnar,” Lakhoni said.

Simra extended a hand and pointed one finger. “First of all, they called him the Red Prince. I don’t understand how they could have known he was called that. Anyone?” She looked to the others, eyebrows raised. Nobody answered, so she continued. “They called him the broken one, which sounds like they knew he was hurt. And then they said he’s seeking healing, which makes sense if he’s hurt. Which we know he was by Alronna’s arrow.” She trailed off. “This is not making much sense.”

“Except,” Alronna said, “it’s all about Gadnar. And it’s telling us more about what he’s trying to do.” She smacked Lakhoni’s arm with the back of her hand.

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