The Belial Warrior by R.D. Brady

Author:R.D. Brady [Brady, R.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scottish Seoul Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-10-19T22:00:00+00:00

Helen paced the hall outside her mother’s room. She had been inside until a few minutes ago, but when Menelaus arrived, he had suggested she go outside before she made everyone in the room a nervous wreck. With every sharp intake of her mother’s breath, she had glared at the healer and his servants.

She heard the front door swing open with a bang, then the sound of running feet. Castor and Pollux sprinted down the hall, coming to a stop in front of her.

“What happened?” Castor asked.

“How bad is it?” Pollux demanded at the same time.

Helen took their hands. “It was a boar. It came out of nowhere while she was walking with Hermione. The blood—there was so much blood.”

“By the gods,” Castor murmured as he pulled Helen into a hug. “Is Hermione all right?”

“Yes. Mother kept Hermione behind her, even as—” Her words choked off. “Proteus got to them as quickly as he could. But the damage—it is not good.”

The door to the room opened, and Menelaus stepped out, with the healer and his servants behind him. Through the door, Helen could see Proteus kneeling next to the bed speaking quietly with her mother. Proteus had been visiting for a week; he was the one who had carried Leda into the palace, and he had refused to leave her side ever since.

Helen gripped her brothers’ hands tightly. “Well?”

Menelaus’s voice was slow and measured. “The injuries are too severe. She has lost too much blood. It will not be long now.”

Helen’s knees went weak, and she could have sworn a tremor ran through all of Sparta. “No.”

Menelaus pulled her to him. Helen clasped her arms around his neck, borrowing his strength while she felt her own leave her.

“I am sorry, my love,” Menelaus whispered.

Castor and Pollux went into the room, leaving them alone. After only a few moments, Helen pulled back from her husband. If her mother didn’t have much time, she would not spend it being weak. She would spend every moment with her.

“Do you want me with you?” Menelaus asked.

Helen nodded. “Yes. But Hermione needs you. She was with Mother. She saw what happened. Will you stay with her?”

Menelaus kissed her on the cheek. “Of course. But I will only be down the hall. If you need me, send for me.”

Helen placed her hand on her husband’s cheek. “You are a good man, Menelaus of Mycenae.”

“And you are an incredible woman, Helen of Sparta,” he said before heading down the hall.

Helen took a deep breath and entered her mother’s room. Proteus had stepped back to make room for Castor and Pollux, who were now kneeling next to the bed. A sheet covered their mother, hiding her injuries, but her face was paler than normal, and her skin had a glassy sheen.

Helen hurried to her side. “Mother.”

Leda’s violet eyes turned to Helen, a smile struggling onto her face. “Good. I need to speak with you.” She grimaced.

“It’s all right, Mother. There’s nothing that—”

“No,” Leda breathed out quietly. “There is much coming for you, my child.

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