The Battle for Arcanon Major (The Lost Dacomé Files) by May Alexandra

Author:May, Alexandra [May, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Pauma Publishing
Published: 2013-01-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 - The Two Houses

“Cary, wake up,” I whispered. “Come on, Cary, I need you.”

My cousin, always a heavy sleeper, didn’t stir as I entered her bedroom. Even as I opened the creaky bedroom door, it hadn’t disturbed her slumber. Cary rarely drank anything strong like the wine at our earlier meal, but her slightly slurred speech when I’d left her at dinner explained much. I didn’t begrudge her. Cary was my closest friend. During our childhood she looked after me and in a way, I looked after her.

But tonight, waking her was like waking the dead.

“Cary!” I shook her body much heavier than before. She threw an arm against the pillow above her head.

“What?” She opened her bleary eyes. “What’s going on? Halíka?”

“Yes, it’s me! I need you to get up and come with me. Something fantastical has happened!”

She sat up and wiped her mouth with her hand. Her dishevelled hair stuck in the oddest directions. “Can’t this wait till morning?”

“Oh no! Cary, I need you to dress in something nice. Now get up, please.”

“Okay. Okay. Look, this is me getting up.” Cary threw her legs over the bed and gingerly stepped onto the cold, tiled floor. I was already at her wardrobe flicking through her clothes to find something suitable. A long, cream-coloured, beaded tunic and dark matching trousers fell under my hand. They were perfect.

“Here, put these on.” I threw the clothes at her while I changed out of Avíra’s dress and found my army battle suit. The fine green tassels and braids edged my jacket and the dark grey long skirt had a gold-edged piping down the side. There had only been three other occasions when I’d worn it, but for some reason, I didn’t want to get married in anything else.

Cary struggled to put her clothes on in the darkness, so I pushed a small ball of light into my palm in order for her to see more clearly. “Halíka. What am I doing getting dressed at this time of morning? Is it morning? Or is it still night? Where’s Zaquinto?”

My skirt was on, my tunic tucked in. I grabbed the jacket and held the light ball up again.

“It’s just after midnight. Zaquinto is with Jerik. And you, Cary, you’re going to be my witness. Are you ready?”

She brushed her hair in three swipes of the comb and followed me out of the door.

“You look lovely,” I said, remembering a previous conversation.

“What? Halíka, what’s wrong with you? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

I grabbed her hand and ran along the bottom of our house towards the landing site.

“Come on, Cary. We need to be quick!”

I walked fast and was painfully aware that she was gasping and mumbling under her breath. Luckily, she was still half-asleep, so anything I’d said was still sinking in.

“I don’t get it. First you haul me out of the most amazing dream with that soldier I met tonight, then you tell me I look lovely, then you tell me I’m to be a witness.

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