Rescue (By Eyes Unseen Book One) by F. E. Greene

Author:F. E. Greene
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age fantasy, fantasy treasure hunt, inspirational fantasy, fantasy christian allegory, fantasy about hidden places, christian fantasy adventure romance, christian fantasy series, castle adventure fantasy, fantasy heroic quest, speculative fantasy fiction

ABASEMENT

Beneath the western doorway Owyn called her name. “This way.”

Like so much of what Pearl had already seen, the corridor was empty. “Who lives here?”

“Inkeepers. These are my lodgings.” He pointed to a door, one free of signs, as they passed it. “Jeron has the middle apartment, and Ilis is at the end.”

Halting before the second door, Owyn removed a piece of paper pinned to its frame.

“Up the broch,” he read. “Of course he is.”

As they backtracked to the oriel, Owyn grumbled under his breath even after they reached the stairwell. If he had still carried his cup of tea, Pearl guessed it would be sloshing. When Owyn approached the landing, Pearl’s earlier twinge grew to full-fledged alarm.

“Is this the broch?” she asked, dreading the answer.

“Yes.” Crumpling the paper, Owyn turned to leave. “Jeron will meet you at the top.”

Pearl cut him off. “Wait! I’m supposed to climb up there?”

“Unless you plan to fly.”

“There’s no way I can do this.”

“Not until you give it a go.” Owyn patted her shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

“Would you stay until I reach the top – in case I do fall?”

“Why? So I can catch you?”

Something about the twist of his lips made Pearl want to smile in spite of her distress.

Owyn didn’t relent. “Why try at all if you’re planning to fail?”

“I’ve spent the last five years climbing towers,” she sighed. “I’m tired of it.”

“Ah, so you’re the poetical type.” With a crooked finger Owyn slid his spectles to the tip of his nose. His unfortified eyes captured Pearl’s. “Those weren’t real towers, and you were bored, not tired.”

The mysterious gold sphere reemerged. With a click and a snap, it finished their business. Announcing he was out of time, Owyn marched toward the oriel’s exit.

Arms crossed, Pearl called after him. “You’d rather mend fences than help me?”

He opened the door and halted beneath its frame. “How do you know those aren’t the same thing?” Pausing briefly, he grinned. “You see? I can be poetical, too.”

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