Mystic: A Book of Underrealm by Garrett Robinson

Author:Garrett Robinson [Robinson, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Dark Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Coming of Age, Epic, New Adult & College, Sword & Sorcery
Amazon: B00S5R0A3C
Publisher: Living Art Books
Published: 2015-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

twenty-two

“LOREN, OF THE FAMILY NELDA,” said Jordel. “I am surprised to find you here, though I suppose I should not be.”

Xain had frozen beside her. Loren risked a glance at the wizard, hoping he had enough wisdom to remain silent and still. Though the fear was plain on his face, she saw no light in his eyes, and his hands did not move.

Jordel came around the table with Vivien at his side. The other Mystics turned to watch. The constables who had captured Loren and Xain clearly did not know what to make of this, for they looked uncertainly at everyone. Gillam, too, looked confused though still angry and suspicious.

“What offense brings them to the King’s law?” said Jordel, addressing the constables. “Wait, I have a guess: thievery.”

“That is right enough, my lord,” said the constable. “Suspicion, anyway, though if you know them for the thieving kind it makes our job easier.”

“I am afraid you will have to grant a pardon and release them into my care,” said Jordel, sighing as he looked at Loren. “Though they may not wish to come, I think they will prefer it to a cell.”

“Hold a moment!” said Gillam. “These two have stolen a purse of my coin, and I shall not leave without justice.”

Jordel studied him. “I have no doubt they wronged you, though if I know this girl, it was not without cause. Still, never let it be said the Mystics did not uphold the King’s law. Vivien, see to it.”

Vivien looked behind her and motioned to one of the other Mystics, who pulled from his cloak a purse of coins. This he threw to Gillam, who caught it in a deft hand and opened it. The purse looked twice as fat as the one Gem had taken, and within it Loren saw the gleam not of silver, but gold. Gillam stared, his jaw so slack it nearly struck his chest.

“’Tis far more than his purse held,” said Xain, fuming.

“I thought you said the woodsman was spinning tales,” said the constable holding his arm.

Xain’s face flushed with anger, and Loren glared at him. “You call me a foolish girl, yet you speak with the grace and skill of a sow.”

“It is no great shame to be a poor liar,” said Xain, but still he would not meet her eye.

“Enough of this,” said Jordel. “We require haste—more than you know. Constable, leave them in my care.”

“I am not partial to thieves,” said the one holding Xain, and her grip tightened.

“All folk have their uses if the cause is great enough,” said Jordel, with a look at Loren. “I will invoke my rights under the King’s law if I must, but I would rather you gave them to me with trust than by duty.”

“Take them, then,” said the constable, pushing Xain forward. “But take care that their grasping fingers do not stray again, lest they lose them.”

“You have my word.” Jordel bowed. “Thank you. Now come.”

He waved them out. Loren needed no second urging and made for the door.

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