Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale

Author:Ginn Hale [Hale, Ginn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780978986162
Publisher: Blind Eye Books
Published: 2010-12-20T05:00:00+00:00

Up in the stands, Fedeles threw a wad of black and white ribbons down at Javier and then suddenly leapt up from his seat and pointed directly at Kiram.

Kiram returned his enthusiastic wave. He received a cold stare from Fedeles’ grandmother, but he hardly cared. Javier pulled the black and white ribbons from his dusty hair, then he turned and started towards Kiram. As Javier drew closer Kiram caught sight of the bloody, matted black hair dried to the right side of his face.

Suddenly Kiram’s pleasure turned cold. “Are you all right?”

Javier only smiled at him.

“He took first place!” Elezar crowed. “Flat out beat Hierro Fueres this year.”

“What happened to his head?” Kiram asked. Javier seemed oddly unaware of the question.

“He got clipped. His right ear is full of blood.” Elezar pointed to Javier’s head.

Javier nodded. “I can’t hear out of my right ear. It’s full of blood.”

“Shouldn’t he see a physician?”

“He’ll be fine,” Elezar responded. “It’s just a graze. Bled like hell though. He looked completely bitched when I first came in. Bastard had the gall to tell me I looked bad.”

Javier watched Elezar’s face intently as he spoke and then nodded.

“I said you looked like shit,” Javier said to Elezar and then he turned his attention back to Kiram. “I didn’t hear them announce you.”

“You can’t hear anything, can you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Javier responded.

“He can’t read lips for crap either.” Elezar stepped closer to Javier. “Do something about your bloody ear.”

“I think it’s nice and quiet like this.” Javier shrugged.

Kiram saw the faintest spark flicker over Javier’s right ear. It guttered out almost instantly. Another spark trembled to life only briefly and then it too went out.

Kiram frowned. It wasn’t like Javier to put up with an injury, not even to annoy Elezar.

“Did Holy Father Habalan administer muerate poison to Javier?” Kiram asked Elezar.

“Of course. It’s the only way to make sure he doesn’t cheat during the tournament. He still took first—” The rest of Elezar’s words were lost in the loud blast of a trumpet. More riders were announced. The crowds in the stands cheered as the dirty students made their way to the center of the arena. The last students seemed to be arriving nearly all at once. Few of them showed any injuries, though one young man in a Yillar uniform had clearly been bombarded with flowers. Rose petals and straw flowers were still falling out of his hair and clothes as he walked across the arena.

“Well, I did better than Ladislo,” Nestor said. “He was two hundred and thirty. What about you, Elezar?”

“Thirty-three,” Elezar replied proudly. “I came in right ahead of Morisio. Genimo took fortieth. He’s helping Scholar Donamillo treat a first year who took a nasty fall.”

“What about Atreau?” Nestor asked. “I thought he’d be here by now.” Kiram hadn’t thought to look for anyone but Javier but now he noticed that of all the Hellions only Atreau was unaccounted for.

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