Pagan Curse (Tribes of Britain Book 2) by Sam Taw

Author:Sam Taw [Taw, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Carantoc Publishing
Published: 2019-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I leaned closer to the Prince, using the fire light to see his features. The blackest circles inside his eyes were tiny. His skin looked like glistening wax. It was almost as though he had left his body behind. I stood up and put my ear to his mouth. Maleek stopped the guards from slicing off my head at this intrusion. I was relieved to feel a slight breath on my cheek.

“What are you doing?” Maleek asked me, standing up with his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. He didn’t even need Jago’s help to reprimand me.

“Your father’s life is in peril.” I snapped, examining his blue lips and fingers. This was not new to me. I had seen the priests of our tribe in a similar state. “When did you last give him poppy resin?”

Maleek was thrown. He paced and muttered to himself, but he understood what I had told him.

“When?” I shouted at him, but as I said it, the Prince slid down his tall chair and crumpled to the ground. Jago and I grabbed hold of his limbs, pulling him back into a sitting position and holding him there.

Maleek ranted slipping back into his mother tongue. How could he comprehend me in one moment and then not able to speak our words in the next? This realisation made me exceedingly uncomfortable, but I had to deal with the Prince before all else.

Jago put me straight. “He says that his father complained about a deep pain radiating throughout his body. He demanded resin to dull his nerves.”

“You gave him too much. He is close to death right now. I’m surprised that he can still breathe.” I tried not to let the panic in my voice turn into a screech but so much rested on the old man surviving. It would be just our luck for him to die at the hands of his own son’s incompetence.

Maleek’s arms flew about him as he trotted out a series of instructions to the guards and servants. They in turn batted me out of the way, thinking they were helping their Prince by picking him up and laying him on a bed of rushes.

“No… that’s not a good idea. He can hardly breathe. Sit him upright… make sure that he can get the air down him.” I tried to fight them, but they would not allow me to help. They sent me back to my side of the camp with Jago in tow.

Tallack greeted me with calm indignation, having watched the entire performance with Cade and Renowden. “That went well, Aunt.” One brow rose in time with the sneer spreading across his face.

“How was I to know that those idiotic kyjyans had given him enough resin to fell an auroch bull?” I launched myself down onto my furs and sulked until the rabbits had finished roasting.

Over the course of the evening, we all sat and waited for news about the Prince and whether he had recovered his wits or fallen foul of his son’s kindness.

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