The Days of the Golden Moons (The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 5) by J. Naomi Ay

Author:J. Naomi Ay [Ay, J. Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ayzenberg, Inc.
Published: 2013-11-10T00:00:00+00:00

Upon the porch, Rekah sat in my father's chair as the people of Karupatani come before him to resolve their disputes. I sat next to him and greeted my friends, offering my opinion when asked. Rekah was nervous today. More often than not he took my judgment and made no alteration to it. For this, I thought, I should be sitting in my father's chair instead of him.

After a time, I grew bored with the proceedings and was glad this was not my responsibility. I rose and stretched my old bones, glancing around the side of the house at the rope the lady created to escape from the roof. It swung about in the wind. Then, I returned to the porch and waved to a serving woman to fetch me some sweet tea. As she did so, my son emerged from the house. His cell was still in his hand, and he was telling someone he would speak with them again at a later time.

“Would you like some tea too?” I asked as he pocketed the cell.

“Sure,” he shrugged and lit a cigarette. The audience was on their knees in obeisance before him and even Rekah was on the ground before my father's chair.

“Get up.” My son waved his hand for all to rise as he settled himself on the steps. No one moved.

“Perhaps you would like a chair?” I offered.

“No. I shan't be here more than a few moments. I came to have a word with Rekah.”

“Would you like to adjudicate, Sir?” Rekah rose nervously and offered my father's chair.

“Not at all,” my son replied, sucking on his cigarette and taking the glass of tea from the woman who nearly dropped both his and mine with her trembling hands.

I took my glass from her as well and then she backed away, her eyes never leaving my son's face. Never did I have that effect on anyone, I considered. What a nuisance it would be to render both woman and man insensible just by my presence.

Rekah cleared his throat and was about to call forward the next petitioner when my son abruptly interrupted him.

“So Rekah, have you ridden my horse?”

Rekah grew pale, and his hands began to shake. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I won’t do it again.”

My son’s eyes flashed. “No, you won’t,” he agreed. I glanced from son to nephew deducing that this was clearly not about a horse.

Rekah called forward the next petitioner who had come to our village from across the continent. The man stepped forward, his eyes too locked upon my son. He made obeisance again in the dirt.

“State your need, brother,” Rekah commanded though his voice still wavered.

The man opened his mouth but did not speak. He looked cautiously at my son.

“This is ridiculous,” my son said and finished his cigarette. “I shall go back inside.” He started to pull himself to his feet but nearly toppled over.

“Are you alright?” I jumped to assist him, grabbing his arm. Rekah reached for his other arm and together we held my son upright though strangely, his body had gone slack.

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