The Seedbearing Prince: Part I by DaVaun Sanders

Author:DaVaun Sanders
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: epic fantasy, space adventure, epic science fiction, interplanetary science fiction, seedbearing prince

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Speed Kills

Of all her new charges, Adazia must beware the brother and sister named Toljem. Nassir and Pararsha are an all consuming fire, and the Force Lord ignores their appetite at the Ring's peril.

-private memoirs of Lord Ascendant Phontra

The storeroom burst into motion as Suralosans scampered to fulfill Overlord Feerthul's brisk commands. “I want everything of value in this room cleared well before sunset. Well before! Bring me the Defender’s protection for the torrent. Quickly!”

“This shall be more than adequate.” Nassir carefully dipped sheath from a great vat carried in by a pair of fur clad ice melters. He secreted small casks of the stuff within his monstrous scabbard. Dayn wondered that the liquid did not freeze in the cold. “And the rest?”

The Suralosan guards proffered an overlarge bronze breastplate to fit Lurec, overcoat and all. Kenit rushed over, puffing out frozen air. The herald held a leather and metal chestpiece, with matching coverings for Dayn’s arms and legs.

“You don't want to know where I found it, young Shardian,” the herald said, his eyes sliding away from a dark stain on the leather chestpiece. “Better to have something besides your skin between the torrent and the sheath.”

“You’re probably right,” Dayn said uneasily. He avoided lingering on the stain, too. Several Arans gave him dark looks as they were prodded past. But others, strangely enough, were looks of wonder. Wonder and hope.

Nassir gave them both an impatient glance, and Kenit swallowed. “Best see if it fits. Does that Defender always look so serious? His scowl could drain the marrow from my bones!”

“He does,” Dayn replied as he slid into the armor. Kenit inspected the fit with a satisfactory nod. The touch of the frozen leather pierced easily through his layered shirts. Dayn quickly pulled his red cloak back on, shivering. “Who do you think would win a staring match, Nassir or Feerthul?”

Kenit chuckled as Dayn checked his pack for the Seed. He straightened to find Overlord Feerthul planted directly in front of him.

“Overlord,” he gulped, managing a slight bow. His face grew hot as he realized the Suralosan leader may have heard him jesting.

“You’ve honored us with your visit, Dayn Ro'Halan,” Feerthul said formally. The man showed no hint of displeasure, and Dayn let himself breathe again. Kenit gave him a rueful look. “I would see you off properly, but our tasks for Suralose are as dire as yours are for the Belt.” He handed Dayn a waterskin that showed a sigil of the same blue wolf that adorned the Overlord's breastplate. “Mount Patel is the foremost of our source waters, and this stronghold must be repaired with all haste. Journey well, and may Suralose waters always quench your thirst.”

“Thank you,” Dayn said in an awed voice. “Traders back home say a messenger can bound for days with water from Mount Patel.”

“Well, let us hope you don’t need to bound away from the next Arans you meet,” Feerthul said dryly, “or they will not receive another drop from our transports so long as peace grants me breath.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.