The Warble (Victoria Simcox) by Victoria Simcox

Author:Victoria Simcox
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-11-06T18:30:00+00:00

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While staring out her carriage window, an ever so slight smile came across Queen Sentiz’s blood-red lips. She would soon be arriving at Ramon’s base camp, along with her entourage of servant dwarfs, gnomes, and zelbocks. The plan was to set up camp for the night and then leave at the crack of dawn to head up Mount Bernovem. Once at the top of the mountain, the ceremony would begin.

All was falling neatly into place, and going just as she desired. The Warble was in Ramon’s possession. The boy Werrien was captured, and even a meddling fairy, who just happened to be the Fairy King’s daughter, had been caught. What a glorious day—and one to remember, the queen thought. She would have the pleasure of watching her son, Ramon, destroy the Warble, and she would make sure that Werrien had a front row seat for the event. Then, after the Warble was destroyed, she would have Werrien killed.

As she marveled in these thoughts, a sudden flashback came into her mind and her smile changed into an ice-cold glare of insecurity. She envisioned herself clutching the Book of Prophecy and then toppling headfirst into the dark, rough sea. Her stomach turned as she stared blankly out the carriage window, envisioning the book slipping from her fingers. “Gone! Gone forever,” she winced, dragging her long red nails down the sides of her pale, gaunt face in anguish.

Even though she had dropped the book onto the boat’s bottom when she slipped and fell, she thought that she had taken it overboard with her. Oh, how I want that book! It would have helped me foresee all that is going to happen in Bernovem and how well Ramon is handling being in charge at the camp. For a brief moment, a tiny bit of appreciation crept into her cold heart, and she actually felt a little proud of her son for having everything in order. This is the first time he has accomplished much of anything.

The carriage finally came to a halt and a few moments later, the queen’s door swung open. She extended her bony arm, and a zelbock helped her out of the carriage. They had arrived at the base camp, but it was definitely not what Queen Sentiz had expected. Everything was very still and quiet, except for a few pops in the dying fire. “Why is my son not here to greet me?” the queen asked.

The zelbock didn’t have a clue, so he remained silent—a well learned discipline when being spoken to by Her Majesty.

“This is preposterous!” She pushed the zelbock out of her way and began stomping angrily toward Ramon’s tent. She passed by the embers of the bonfire, but because of the darkness, she didn’t notice the sleeping zelbocks.

Clover sat on one of the door ties of Ramon’s tent, waiting for Werrien, who was busy searching under the drunken so-called prince for the Warble. He hadn’t been in the tent for more than a few minutes when Clover caught sight of Queen Sentiz marching angrily toward it.

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