Where it all Began by J P Sayle

Author:J P Sayle [Sayle, J P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JP Sayle
Published: 2018-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

Maximillian felt Magnus’s tears drying on his matted coat, adding to his own distress. His stomach chose that moment to growl and gurgle, letting him know in no uncertain terms it was time to get out of that tiny cell.

Where the hell, is Óláfr? Why had he not come to his senses?

Maximillian puffed up his chest, hating that Óláfr had made a liar out of him when he had assured Magnus he would come. He coughed at the lie that sat in his craw, choking him with each passing sunrise. His feeble repeated attempts even sounded unconvincing to his ears.

Stubborn fool!

The desperation leaking from Magnus had both their hopes waning. His shoulders drooped with the reality of what he had to do. He had to prepare for the oncoming lecture, knowing full well Christina wasn’t going to be pleased with what he had done.

“Christina, Christina, are you there? I am in need of your help.” His panicked squeal met with a static silence. Maximillian paused. Panic crawled inside his gut, tangling it in small knots while he tried to calm himself. Waiting for a beat, a sense of foreboding he didn’t want to feel slid across his fur, lifting the tiny hairs. He hoped that it was just the block he’d used on Óláfr interfering. He tried again. The effort contorted his sizeable body filthy from rubbing him against Magnus’s grimy, tattered clothing, causing the filth to coat his mouth and nose.

He sneezed. Eyes streaming, he blinked owlishly into the darkness. His eyes widened in horror at the empty ringing inside his mind. It had him remembering the last time he’d entered the church bailey when the bells chimed so loudly, he could hear nothing but the ringing for days. Oh by the God Njord, this cannot be a good thing.

He took a fortifying breath, regretting it instantly as the stale smell of unclean bodies and death coated the back of his throat, making him gag. Blinking back his distress, he did the one thing he’d vowed never to do and called on his relatives for help. The nosy cretins would surely know what had happened to Christina because they were always poking their tiny noses in everyone’s business.

Preparing himself, he opened his mind. “Morgana, Morgana, do you know where Christina is? I am unable to sense her spirit.” He stopped speaking when several voices filled his mind, all fighting to talk at once and dish up whatever scandal had occurred while he had been shielding himself with Magnus.

Maximillian bowed his head, scowling at the aching throb behind his eyes as the voices rose. He squeezed them shut, hoping it would help. Feeling only slightly better with them closed, he at least was more able to cope with the noise levels. Remembering too late, he took another deep breath, coughing and gagging into Magnus’s thin shoulder. Small, icy-cold fingers brushed his matted fur coat, trying to comfort him.

Sniffing in despair, Maximillian chuffed. He thanked him for the small gesture of caring, even when the guilt was coiling inside like grass snakes.

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