The Prophet of Panamindorah by Abigail Hilton

Author:Abigail Hilton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Abigail Hilton
Published: 2011-07-23T10:59:25+00:00

Chapter 2. Laylan’s Success

My nemesis seems to hold a peculiar power over everything that he touches. First Meuril, now Capricia!

—journal of Syrill of Undrun, 43rd day of summer, 700

“Poor Syrill.” Corry glanced at Capricia, who stood frowning at the floor. “Did you hear what I said about the centaur?”

She nodded.

“Do you believe me?”

“I don’t know. Why didn’t you tell me you could shift?”

“Because I didn’t know! I shifted in front of the Raiders because I was frightened. Syrill should never have told you; he promised he wouldn’t.” Before she could respond, Corry said, “What did Syrill mean: ‘This is about Natalia’?”

Capricia’s eyes flickered away. “My mother.”

“And why would the treaty with the cats have anything to do with your mother?”

Capricia sighed. “She was killed by wolflings, Corry…shortly before Sarder-de-lor fell to Demitri. That’s part of the reason father would never do anything to help them.”

“I’m sorry.”

To his surprise, Capricia laughed. “You’re sorry for me?” Before he could answer, she turned and left the archer’s box. “I believe you. I have to go now.”

* * * *

True to their former agreement, Capricia found employment for Corry as a royal clerk, an occupation he discovered he enjoyed, because it gave him access to the royal library. Unfortunately, the publicly available texts only went back about five hundred years, and Corry wanted to look into the more distant past. Capricia, however, said that most of her books in the old picture language had been burned the day he disappeared, and she would not let him view the salvage from the fire. Capricia herself spent little time in her study these days. Her efforts seemed all consumed in the tasks of the new Filinian alliance, in the political maneuvering between her father and Lexis as they worked out the practical details of splitting the former wolfing kingdom between them. Capricia spoke to Corry more and more rarely as he settled into his life at court, and there were times when he even fancied she was still angry with him.

However, Capricia’s coolness towards Corry was nothing compared with Syrill’s attitude towards the new Filinian alliance. He fumed. He raged. He argued. Corry concluded that Meuril must be either very fond of Syrill indeed, or else he felt at least a little guilty about the circumstances of the Filinian treaty, for his patience seemed out of all proportion to Syrill’s worth to the kingdom. Laven-lay was not a big or formal place, and in time of peace, the city had no standing army. Syrill was nominally the caption of the castle guard, but he was so unfailingly rude to feline emissaries that Meuril did not encourage him to fill his role at political functions, and Syrill often did not volunteer.

For better or for worse, cats were becoming more and more common in Laven-lay. Corry saw them drifting in and out of the castle, and the feel of their eyes on him made his skin prickle. Lexis himself visited Laven-lay several times and stayed once for an entire red month.

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