Knight Chosen: The Shackled Verities (Book One) by Tammy Salyer

Author:Tammy Salyer [Salyer, Tammy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Ulfric heard flittering noises, like dry leaves brushing against one another in a light breeze, but seemingly coming from inside his head rather than from outside. He lay prone on some kind of bench or table. He detected voices and so remained quiet, listening. There were two, definitely not in his head this time, underscored by a dull hum that reminded him of flying aboard the Vigilance.

One of the voices said, “Jaemus, you must have completely lost your mind. It’s the only explanation.”

“Every word of it’s true, on my reputation as an engineer. I think this man can help the Glisternauts.” That was the Himmingazian.

“A man who jumps from the ceiling of a temple to its stone floor is exactly the kind of man who would say he comes from another world. How can you believe such muddlemindedness?”

“I was there! I saw it, Cote. I know I can’t convince you—and I’m actually glad that’s the case. Just talk to him, when he wakes up, just talk to him yourself.”

He heard a sigh, the kind that said Enough is enough more plainly than words could. “We’ve locked up the artifacts that belonged to the old Verity cult. Maybe without them so readily available, you’ll find your way to making sense again. I can only protect you so much, but if you continue to dabble in the forbidden, you’re pushing me too far.” The speaker sighed again. “We’ll be at the capital in a bit under a full cycle. You and your friend can discuss it with the Crest Council. But I’m done listening to this. I’ll have food brought.”

The next thing Ulfric heard was a hiss—a door opening?—and receding footsteps.

“Tinnyrot and foolishness,” Bardgrim said beneath his breath and, as far as Ulfric could tell, sat down heavily.

For his part, Ulfric stayed still with his eyes shut. After what had happened at Bardgrim’s craft, he didn’t yet feel ready to open them. When Bardgrim had exited, he’d remained inside, listening to the exchange between the Himmingazian and the same man who was just here—wherever here was—wishing just as strongly as any soldier prepping for a battle that had yet to begin that he could see what was happening on the ground outside the ship.

The next moment, the world had filled with the cerulean blue light he associated with Vaka Aster, and when it faded, he’d suddenly seemed to have the capacity to see—not with his own two eyes but with hundreds. The sensation of flying coupled with a view through optics that were nothing like his own, so completely un-human, had nearly bowled him over. Yet, oddly, he’d known what it was.

The dragørflies, Vaka Aster’s favored sentries, had somehow come along the starpath at his wish and, as if sensing the danger the newcomers represented, they began to sow chaos. All the while, he’d seen what they saw, the same way Knight Glór could see through the bruhawks’ eyes. Fascination and bumfuzzlement alike had taken over as he witnessed the assault, all prompted by his simple desire to know what was going on.

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