She paused a moment, thinking, then said, “Darkness surrounds you, death is everywhere, it stalks you, hunts you, and you feed upon it—blood begets blood—the darkness consumes you. In this darkness, I saw two lights beside you. One will blow out. The other flickers, but it must not go out. You must protect the flame against the storm.
“I saw a secret—it is, ah … it is hidden. This great treasure is covered. A man hides it, but a woman knows—she alone knows and so she prepares. She speaks in riddles that will be revealed—truth disguised for now. You will remember when the time comes. The path is laid out for you—in the dark.”
Joqdan spoke something in Tenkin, but Fan Irlanu shook her head and pushed on.
“I saw great journey. Ten upon the road. She who wears the light will lead the way. The road goes deep into the earth and into despair. The voice of the dead guide your steps. You walk back in time. The three-thousand-year battle begins again. Cold grips the world, death comes to all, and a choice is before you. Alone stand you in the balance. Your weight will tilt the scales, but to which side is unclear. You must choose between darkness and light, and your choice will affect many.” She paused, shaking her head slowly. “Like trees in a forest, like blades of grass—too many to count. And I fear that in the end you will choose the darkness and turn your back to the light.”
“You said she. Who did you mean? Is it Gwen?” Royce questioned.
“I not know names. They mere feelings, glimpses of a dream.”
“What is this secret?”
“I not know. It is hidden.”
“When you say there are two lights and one blows out, does that mean someone will die?”
She nodded. “Think so—yes, feels that way. I sensed a loss, so great I still feel it.” She reached out and touched Royce’s hand and a tear slipped down her cheek. “Your road is one of great anguish.”
Royce said nothing for a moment and then asked, “What is this great journey?”
She shook her head. “I wish knew more. Your life—whole life been pain and so much more lies ahead. Am sorry, but cannot tell more than that.”
“She rests now,” Joqdan told them. From his firm tone they knew it was time to go.
They walked out of the hut and found Wyatt watching out for them.
“Waiting up?” Hadrian asked.
“Didn’t want you to step into the wrong hut by accident.” He gave a wink.
“The rest bunked down?”
He nodded. “So, you’re an elf,” Wyatt said to Royce. “That explains a lot. What did the lady want?”
“To tell me my future.”
“Good news?”
“It nearly killed her. What do you think?”
CHAPTER 17
THE PALACE OF THE FOUR WINDS
Thranic was furious. Wesley refused to take any action against Royce, and the sentinel railed that under imperial law all elves were subject to arrest. Wesley had little choice but to acknowledge this, but added that given their circumstances, he had neither a prison nor chains. He also pointed out that they were not within the bounds of the New Empire, and until they were, he was the sole judge of the law.
“It is my duty to see this mission to completion,” Wesley told the sentinel. “A bound man will only be a hindrance to this effort, particularly when he is injured and exhibits no desire to flee.”
Royce watched all this with an expression of mild amusement. Thranic went on relentlessly until finally Wesley gave in and approached Royce. “Will you give me your word you will not attempt to escape me or Sentinel Thranic before this mission is over?”
“On my word, sir,” Royce replied. “There is nothing that could make me willingly leave Sentinel Thranic’s side.”
“There you have it,” Wesley concluded, satisfied.
“He’s an elf! What good is the word of an elf?” As Thranic straightened and rose above Wesley, the look on the sentinel’s face caused him to take a step back. “As secretary of Erivan affairs, appointed by the Patriarch, it’s my duty to purge the empire of their foul influence. I demand you place the elf under my authority at once!”
Wesley hesitated. The challenge of a sentinel broke the nerve of many kings, and Thranic was more intimidating than any other Hadrian had encountered. His hunched-vulture demeanor and piercing glare were more than daunting.
Hadrian was tense. He knew the sentinel was already dead, but would prefer his partner got to pick his own time and place. If Wesley agreed to surrender Royce, there would be a battle that would see one of them dead. Hadrian let his fingers slip slowly to the pommels of his swords and he marked the position of Bernie in anticipation.
Wesley locked his jaw and returned Thranic’s glare. “He might be an elf, sir, but he is also one of my crew.”
“Your crew? You no longer have a ship. You’re nothing but a boy playing pretend captain!” the sentinel bellowed angrily.
Wesley stiffened.
“And what were you playing at in the hold of the ship, sir? Was that what you call administering your authority?”