“Aye,” Hyden wiped away a stray tear. “I’ll send the wolves home first. King Aldar will –”
He didn’t finish. Looking at Mikahl, and thinking of Grrr’s brave sacrifice, overtook him. He turned and strode out of the room, nearly bowling over a pair of serious looking, robed and bearded men in the hallway. Seeing which room he had come from, they kindly waved his apology off, and made way for him. The pair of uniformed Blacksword soldiers posted at the end of the hallway did the same.
It took Hyden a while to find his way out of the castle. He had started to feel claustrophobic, and more than once had to wipe away the salty tears that were clouding his vision and adding to his growing sense of panic. Once outside the clean air, and openness of the park around the lake was so refreshing, that each breath he took forced out some of his grief, and replaced it with crisp lungfuls of, not quite hope, but relief at least.
He sought out Talon, and through his hawkling familiar’s keen vision, located the wolves. He made his way along a stone path that led to them and found them with the ease of one who was watching his way from above. When he came upon them, all three of them eased close, and greeted him with much licking and tail wagging. They picked up his mood easily, and as he settled amongst them in the grass, they spoke of Grrr, Mikahl, and the Lady Queen. They conveyed their need to return to King Aldar, so that he might know that his proud, and ferocious pack-leader, had given his life trying to save Mikahl.
As he, Talon, and six soldiers from the inner gates escorted the great wolves through the city, Hyden noticed how much more crowded it had become. He and Vaegon had passed through only a day and a half ago, and already, the number of refugees packed into the streets had doubled. He remembered the other roads leading into Xwarda, the spokes of the wheel he had seen from above. He wondered how many more might be wedged in, before the Valleyan and Seaward armies attacked.
Last night, at dinner, Queen Willa’s denial of having any knowledge of her men starting the bloodletting at Summer’s Day had been believable enough. With demons loose upon the land, and a Dragon Queen in control of Westland, the idea that servants of some dark force had started this mess, while posing as Highwander soldiers, made more sense, especially now that Highwander was under attack.
The soldiers escorting Hyden Hawk and the wolves motioned for them to squeeze to the side of the lane. Another procession of soldiers was passing on its way toward the castle. Among them, Hyden saw two men wearing red armor, one with a ruby-eyed wolf skull mounted upon his helmet. Hyden had heard tales of the red armored guardsmen of Wildermont at Summer’s Day. It was Wildermont soldiers who policed the Festival every year, and every one of them revered the Redwolf Guard. These men looked haggard and road weary. Another of the group, a dark haired man, with a beard, and robes, that had once been crisp and white, but were now filthy, with forest grime, looked at Hyden curiously as they passed. The Great Wolves had drawn his attention, Hyden hoped, but the man’s eyes stayed glued to Hyden, and the hawkling that was riding tall on his shoulder.
Once the two processions had passed each other, the way to the outer gate became easier to manage. The other group had caused all the debris and belongings to be cleared out of the roadway. When they passed through the tunnel-like gateway of the outer wall, Hyden imagined that it was full of soldiers, all ready to pour out and defend the city when the time came.
Once outside the gates, they found a semi-private niche, and Hyden and the Great Wolves crowded together. He tried not to cry, but it was hopeless. He’d grown to love them. Urp’s frisky, and never ending playfulness, Oof’s cocky and proud attitude, and Huffa’s motherly authority, had found a place deep in his heart of hearts. They were as much his friends now as Vaegon and Mikahl were.
He spoke with them, and they reminded him that they would meet again. It was far too warm for them here, and they were needed at home, to run the borders with Borg and the other Guardians.
Hyden understood. He hugged each of them in turn, and used their fur to dry his tears. Huffa gave his face a thorough licking, and then he stood and watched as the wolves raced away to the northwest, towards the Evermore Forest and beyond. Talon winged after them for a while. Hyden watched through the hawkling’s eyes. It was good to see his friends running free, and without burden, as they were meant to do.