The Great Darkening: The Epic of Haven: Book One (Epic of Haven Trilogy 1) by R.G. Triplett

Author:R.G. Triplett [Triplett, R.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost Poet Press
Published: 2014-02-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Cal woke the next morning feeling more refreshed than he had in quite a long time. He opened his eyes, drinking in the songlike scrollwork of the white wood that formed the sanctuary he had been privileged to use as a sleeping chamber.

“Are you rested, Calarmindon Bright Fame?” an unfamiliar voice asked from outside the chamber door.

“I am, quite rested in fact,” he replied good-naturedly. “And just who might you be … if I may ask?”

“A thousand apologies, Calarmindon Bright Fame,” said the voice from outside. “I did not mean to forget a proper introduction! I am Deryn, sentinel of the house of Iolanthe, messenger of the Queen, and your aide whilst you are here in the grove.”

“Well Deryn, why don’t you come inside? Huh?” Cal invited. “And about this Calarmindon Bright Fame business … could you just call me Cal? Please.”

The Sprite sentinel entered in through the silk partition that hung in the doorway. He, like the company of warriors and the rest of the Sprite people whom Cal had encountered the day before, stood only about two hands high. His hair and wings were a translucent blue that shone with a faint azure glow, and he wore an armored crystal chest piece, unlike Ardghal in his full armored regalia.

“As you wish, Calarmindon …” Deryn paused mid-sentence, catching himself before he finished.

Cal let out a good-hearted laugh, reveling briefly in the amusement of the moment. It had been a long time since he laughed so freely, not since he and Michael dreamed and played in the grazing meadows of the equerry in the city.

Laughter can often be a contagious act, and although Deryn looked a bit embarrassed at first, the genuine delight of Cal’s merriment caught hold of the blue-haired Sprite, and soon he joined his new ward in filling the chamber with the sounds of a forming friendship.

“Are you hungry, Cal?” Deryn asked, emphasizing his new friend’s preferred moniker. “I have made arrangements for you to break your fast here in the sanctuary, if that pleases you?”

“Yes!” Cal answered, still chuckling. “That sounds perfect. But if I may trouble you with another question … do you know when I will be able to make my way back to my Poet friends?”

Deryn clapped his hands three times and seven Sprite servants fluttered into the sanctuary that Cal had made his rest in. They brought a shimmering tunic, pale blue in color, made of a fabric that seemed to radiate the light of its luxury. Others flew in with steaming rolls of Sprite bread dripping with a jasmine-scented honey, urns of piping hot tea made from the leaves of the jacaranda, and a plate of grilled river trout.

Cal salivated at the presence of their intoxicating scents. “Oh thank you, thank you all so very much. This looks like a meal fit for a king!” he said to the small company of hospitable Sprites.

While Cal hungrily ate his meal, Deryn addressed his question with one of his own. “Why such

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