Two Renegade Realms (Realm Walkers Book 2) by Paul Donita K

Author:Paul, Donita K. [Paul, Donita K.]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2014-12-23T05:00:00+00:00

A LONG NIGHT

Dukmee was not going to wake up. Bridger had been watching him for hours, and, though his eyes stared ahead, he only blinked once in a while. That was not awake — that was something else.

Bridger wondered if the sun had gone down yet. The light was the same intensity it had been when they first entered the room. For a while, to relieve the boredom of watching the mage, he’d searched for the source, but even after careful examination, he’d not been able to detect where the strange light came from. He did notice that he cast no shadow, and neither did Dukmee. Air flowed through the room without windows, doors, or vents.

But the puzzling room soon lost its fascination, and ever since it had been a long, dull wait. Bridger had satisfied his hunger several times now, but boredom put an edge back on his appetite.

“I should feed you,” he said to the nonresponsive scholar. “That’ll give me something to do, and perhaps food will stimulate whatever is choked up in you, and you’ll come round. It worked when Old Trout prepared food for you and Bixby.”

He removed a tin pot and a bottle of water from the hamper, then dug around until he found dried meat. He held it up to show Dukmee. “Not sure what this is. Probably deer or cow. Or maybe turkey.”

He broke the jerky into bits and dropped it into the pot with water. Blowing a tiny flame, he warmed the thin soup. “Ought to have something else in there, but you may not be able to swallow.”

He reached into the hamper and brought out carrot, cabbage, and onion. “Now that will taste more like a stew. Of course, it won’t be thick. And I’m not going to give you the chunks.”

By intermittently blowing a thin stream of fire on it, Bridger set the stew to simmer. In between flames, he sat back and looked around.

“Nothing’s different. No way out. I don’t suppose the passing of day changes anything. You know, the slanted sun rays hitting a trigger outside and doors opening up in here. That sort of thing. If I had been the master builder who’s so skilled and all, I would have set up something astonishing like that. Just so the innocent people trapped inside, through no fault of their own, would have a delightful surprise at the end of the day.”

Since Dukmee didn’t offer any conversation, Bridger hummed a few tunes as he waited for the vegetables and jerky to soften and flavor the water. He sang two of the songs he knew all the words to and skip-sang through several he didn’t know so well. Of course, the choruses were easier, and he sang those louder.

He looked at Dukmee, wondering if the scholar enjoyed his efforts to entertain or wished he would stop. At that moment, he missed Cantor. Cantor would be full of advice. Sing softer. Don’t sing that one. It doesn’t make sense. Start singing lower so you can reach the high notes at the end.

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