Throne of Deceit by pdmac & Fierce Richard

Author:pdmac & Fierce, Richard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonfire Press
Published: 2020-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Conal

Conal’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes roamed the surrounding doors and alleyways for a route to escape.

“You do not need to fear me,” Bryok reassured him. “I am not like my brother.”

“How do I know that?” Conal retorted.

“You don’t. You’ll have to trust me.” He turned right into an alleyway and stopped when Conal didn’t follow. “You can take your chances on your own or you can let me help you. I will not force you.” He continued on down the alleyway.

His mind racing, Conal knew he wouldn’t last on his own with Drustan looking for him. And once the man in the tavern spilled the news that he was in the city, it would be even harder. Noting that Bryok hadn’t bothered to wait for him, Conal decided he was his best option at the moment. Jogging to catch up, Conal matched strides with him.

“How do you know I’m not leading you back to Drustan?”

“I don’t, but at least you fed me.”

Bryok chuckled. “Let’s hope your friend in the tavern decides it’s not worth the effort to search for you.” Stopping before a nondescript door, he quickly glanced up and down the alley before opening the door. Once inside, he turned and bolted the door and placed a crossbeam across it. “Makes it hard to get in.”

“And almost as hard to get out,” Conal pointed out.

“I have other ways of getting out.”

“Figured.”

Bryok led him through the dark interior hallway to a set of stairs then up two dimly lit flights to a door midway down the hall. Silently opening the door, he locked it behind them and slid a crossbeam into the holders.

The room was inky dark until Bryok held up a glow crystal that revealed an empty room with four hallways leading away.

“Follow me.”

Bryok headed to the second hallway on the left. “This place is all interconnected, so it’s easy to get lost, sometimes even when you know where you are.”

Conal frowned, puzzling out how one could be lost if he knew where he was?

At the end of the hallway, a spiral staircase descended. Without hesitation, Bryok curved around with the steps, the light lowering with each step, Conal close on his heels. After a far longer time than it took going up two flights, the stairs emptied into another large dark empty room with more hallways.

“This is crazy,” Conal complained. “Where are we?”

“Patience, my young friend. We’re almost there.” Bryok took the second hallway to the right this time.

By the time they reached the solid oak door at the end, Conal swore they had to be somewhere far beyond the city walls. Past the door was another set of spiral stairs that led up.

“How much farther?” Conal huffed.

“Top of the stairs.”

Several minutes later, they emerged onto a platform surrounded by solid granite. Conal watched as Bryok pressed a stone and a section of the wall swung open, light from a fireplace spilling through the opening.

“Where are we?” Conal gazed around the spacious room, the walls carved from stone.

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