Tempest Rise (Treborel)

chapter Three



The archery tournament held on the back lawn of Regent Dana's Mountain Retreat was going well for Lysette. As usual, the slender, blonde surgeon was taking top honors in the longbow division. She enjoyed the sport with surprising ease. The only effort she expended was in making sure her mind was clear of everything except the target. Today her concentration was slightly off. Yet, when she used the vision of Prince Roth's face against the target, her aim was true.

At a distance of nearly one hundred and seventy-five meters, Prince Roth had insisted on setting the target to sway. Hitting the mark dead center, Lysette received a howl of disbelief from the handsome auburn-haired Prince. "Will you never miss?" His pale, gray eyes sparkled with delight as he conceded defeat. "Only the Regent's best archers can rival you. Why do I try?"

Sidestepping his embrace, Lysette casually moved out of reach. Following her Roth smiled and said, "If you didn't have hair the color of the sun and eyes as turquois as the deepest sea, I would not put up with your constant rejections. “ A sober smile crossed his face as he offered her his hand. "May I congratulate the winner?"

Turning back to him, Lysette cautiously took his hand, expecting him to shake it. Instead, he slowly raised it to his lips and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he said, “There are many beautiful women in Lon Tesse who would gladly trade places with you, Lysette."

"I’ve found that many have." She answered, turning away from him in anger.

"Lysette! I'm shocked!" His feigned astonishment lasted only an instant, quickly replaced with laughter.

Turning back to glare at him, Lysette had to admit how truly handsome he was when he laughed. Roth stood several inches taller than her, his lean frame shook with his surprised amusement. Annoyed by his callous reaction, she faced him fearlessly. He was vain and overconfident, just like the all other Royal heirs she had known throughout her childhood. Yet his constant declarations of love had swayed her into believing he was different. Until she discovered he sought the attention of another woman while waiting for her response to his wedding proposal.

She had suspected him of unfaithfulness before, yet had found no basis to her suspicions. When Lady Farster came to her to brag about their liaison, Lysette had decided to put an end to his lies. "Roth, you are sweet and attentive, when we are together. I do enjoy your company when you are not spending all your time telling me how wonderful you are. However, I will not be lured into an affair with someone who cannot remain faithful to me for more than a few hours at a time. Nor do I wish to marry a man who cannot stand and face me when caught in a lie."

“Lysette, you know that I love you . . .” Roth's gleeful expression turned to one of distress as he tried to defend himself.

"I'm afraid I no longer wish to be near you. I have grown tired of your endless games." Lysette snapped, turning toward the groomsman arriving with her horse.

"Lysette, you've kept me waiting for so long. Is it so wrong for me to find someone to occupy my time?" Roth stammered.

"Occupy your time? So, Lady Farster was only a distraction? Is that what you consider a woman to be?" Lysette turned back, furious at the self-consuming Prince.

"I . . . No! Not at all. All I'm trying to say is that it's very difficult to wait to have your heart broken by a woman as beautiful as you!" Roth knew he had lost the battle, but he wouldn't relent.

"I'm not an innocent child that will hang on your every word, Roth. I’ve dealt with all sorts of people while in the Medical Relief Corp. Liars and deceivers were the worst of them all. You've abused my trust and friendship for the last time. I don't think there is any way you can earn it again." Slamming her long bow down on the small portable table the judges had vacated, she motioned for the groomsman to bring her horse. Then she galloped off toward the riding course that ran the circumference of the Regents estate.





As Katar and his entourage moved their horses down out of the mountains, they took in the view of the Regent's immense summer retreat in the valley below. The high, white stone wall that surrounded the estate and the large, green lawns within gave it the appearance of a palace than a summer home. Their three week journey through the mountains had left Hanlin exhausted. Katar's spirits had soared once they had begun sleeping under the stars again. Still, the disappearance of Commander Connor had caused him some concern. He had assumed that the Commander would head for the Summit after leaving the hunting party. Yet, the Chasm watch reported that no one had traveled through the pass in the last two weeks.

If Connor had become lost or turned back for Borel, so much the better as far as Katar was concerned. As Katar's thoughts went back to Bosen, he wondered if the small band of soldiers had found themselves facing the angry Commander along the trail. He decided to contact Eades after settling in at the Retreat, to make sure he and the others had arrived safely in Borel. Suddenly his thoughts went to Enda. By now the beautiful widow had discovered his generous gift of resolving her debts. He would have to make her understand; he would not repeat the favor. She would have to learn to control her finances. Perhaps Hanlin had been right; he knew she would be better off with someone who loved her. Reluctantly, he decided that upon his return to Borel, he would end their relationship.

Cap appeared on the widening trail beside him, pointing toward the stable area through the trees saying, "The men are all in agreement. Even though we may miss our welcome luncheon, we'd much rather swim in that huge bath house."

"I'd much rather you did, too." Katar wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"You're not so sweet smelling yourself, Your Grace.” Cap countered with a grin. "Especially in those filthy buckskins."

As they reached the gates, a messenger galloped toward the palace to deliver the news of their arrival to the Regent. Katars horse pranced when it saw the large clearing ahead, asking for some speed.

"Shadow wants some exercise. Is Steele up to it?” Katar challenged, receiving his answer as Cap charged off toward the stables. Katar pursued and they arrived together.

The remaining members of the troop followed at a slow canter, arriving as the grooms took the two large men's horses. Cap ordered the soldiers to assist the groomsmen as he helped Hanlin from his saddle. Frowning at the sight of the exhausted Advisor, Katar shook his head and sighed. “I was crazy to allow you to come, Hanlin. You're returning to Borel via helijet, no more mountain excursions for you old man."

"I’m too tired to argue.” Hanlin said quietly and headed toward the bath house a short distance from the stables bent on soaking away the pain from his overtired muscles. He stopped; abruptly as he noticed Lysette walking across the courtyard a short distance in front them. She was heading for the women's building. Hanlin was stunned by the resemblance she bore to her grandmother, he whispered softly, "Lady Nolan."

Coming up beside him, Katar followed his gaze, seeing only the door closing behind her. "Are you sure?" He asked, motioning for Cap.

"Yes, she looks just like her grandmother." Hanlin answered, still gazing at the closed door. The memories of Lady Moore flooded his mind, holding him in a trance. "You're going to have to tell me what hold Lady Moore has over you, Hanlin." Katar smiled, turning to Cap and talking quietly.

Cap's face filled with pleased surprise as he motioned for the soldiers to follow him. Cap and the three soldiers moved toward the back of the women's bath house. Katar boldly approached the front door. This was the chance he had hoped would present itself. We weren’t going to miss an opportunity to show the prudish Lady Nolan just how ill-mannered and unrefined Treborelan men could be. Not realizing what Katar had in mind, Hanlin followed slowly. Then, as he realized the men were headed toward the wrong spa, he hurried to catch Katar.

Changing into her robe Lysette crossed the large white steam filled room to the small pool, carved into the stone of the hot springs. She cringed when she saw the Regent's Mystic sitting at the side of the deep pool soaking her feet. The ancient woman looked unworldly, wrapped only in a long white towel. Her long, silver hair and black eyes accented her dark skin and deep, sultry voice. Deeply wrinkled with age, it was impossible to tell exactly how old the woman really was. Lysette smiled, remembering the night Alia had claimed to have witnessed the Great Destruction. That had been over a hundred years ago. It had left the planet scarred and frightened.

The Mystics appeared shortly after that. Alia's skin did bare the mark of severe burns. Lysette considered it a miracle that she had survived such an all-encompassing injury. It appeared her hands were the part of her body that remained unscarred.

"I have been waiting for you, My Lady." Alia's soft voice beckoned her nearer.

Quietly accepting the delay in her warm swim, Lysette sat down at the edge of the pool next to the Mystic. She wished, she had gone to her room and showered instead of indulging herself at the spa.

"Why would the Regent's Mystic have need of me? Are you ill?" Lysette surveyed the elderly woman, concerned.

"No, child, I have no need of your medical skills this day." Alia leaned over the steaming water and gestured for Lysette to do the same. "Stir the water, child, I would know more of you."

Believing Mystics to be profiteers and deceivers, Lysette expressed great concern when the Regent took an interest in the old woman. Lysette held her tongue only when her Uncle Sean had warned that anyone who showed disapproval toward Alia would be shunned by the Regent. So instead, she chose to stay close and watch for signs of deceit. As of yet, she had no reason to suspect Alia. Once again Lysette held her tongue and touched the water, stirring it with the tips of her long fingers.

Alia gazed deeply into the swirling steamy water and said, "Love is very near to you, child, yet you resist."

Suppressing the smile that threatened, Lysette suspected Alia had come to convince her of Roth's love. Wondering if Roth had asked a favor, she kept silent, waiting hear what yarn the old woman would spin. Her attention moved back to Alia as the old woman gasped, glancing quickly around the room in alarm and said, “I see a demon with royal blue eyes stalking you!” Alia peered back into the pool. "He speaks of love, yet has the eyes of death. There is blood all around you, twisted limbs and broken bones. One who is dear to you lies at your feet; his life is slipping from him."

"Alia, I have no confidence in Mystics, so these little tales of yours will do nothing to put you in my favor. I really must insist . . . “

"He is here!" Alia screamed, jumping to her feet, pulling Lysette up with her. "You must flee!"

"Alia! Calm down, there is no one here!" Lysette snapped at the crazed mystic. "You're going to slip on the stone floor and get hurt." A movement came from the back of the room and Alia spun to face the four men that emerged from the curtained room just beyond.

"They are here for you! Run child!" Alia screeched, dragging Lysette toward the front of the spa.

Unnerved by the appearance of the filthy, animal-clad barbarians, Lysette allowed the Mystic to lead her toward the front door. The men began to coo and call to the two females as they reached the door, causing Alia to shove Lysette forward and directly into the arms of Katar.

"What's this? “ Katar asked, with a wicked grin. "A forest nymph come to welcome me to Lon Tesse with a kiss?"

He was equally filthy; his blonde hair was wild, giving him the look of a savage. His stench was a mixture of sweat and animal musk causing Lysette to struggle in his grasp, disgusted by the tall barbarian. Lifting her off the ground, Katar spun Lysette around out into the dim daylight. Fully intending to kiss the prissy young woman but he stopped as his eyes fell upon her face. Stunned by the bright green eyes and delicate features that glared at him in defiance, he hesitated.

Disgusted by the barbarian that held her; Lysette controlled her fear and plunged her knee deep into his stomach. As her feet hit the floor, Lysette grabbed Alia and ran from the doorway yelling for the guards. Seeing the expression of surprise on Katar’s face as he doubled over, Cap howled with delight. His loud guffaws mixed with that of the three other soldiers, as well as Katar’s own gasping laughter.

"Fiery wench!” Cap teased as he reached Katar, glancing past him. He noted the approach of the palace guards and soberly turned to warn his friend. "We have company and they don't look like a welcome party."

When the guards arrived, demanding an explanation, Lord Wills stepped forward and introduced Prince Katar. At the mention of his name, the guards drew back and allowed him to speak.

Katar explained, "I’m terribly sorry, we must have gotten confused. The men's bathhouses in Treborel are always located furthest from the main buildings, instead of closer as they are here. We were just as startled by the Ladies appearance as they were by ours, I can assure you." Katar smiled innocently, managing to control his amusement.

Accepting the explanation, the guards headed back to the palace where Lysette and Alia stood in the entry way. Gazing across the clearing as Lysette and the others disappeared inside, Katar rubbed his stomach, frowning. Perhaps he had made too rash a judgment of the Lon Tesse Surgeon? She was the most beautiful, feisty woman he had ever met. He shook the idea out of his head. There would be no living with Hanlin if he discovered Katar was truly intrigued by this blue-eyed Physician.



Pacing the length of Prince Roth's reception room, Alia waited impatiently for him to appear. What was she going to tell him? He should be warned about the Mountain Prince. There was a great disaster surrounding the Lady Lysette. She was in grave danger and the Treborelan was in the midst of the entire ordeal. It would anger Prince Roth to hear of this, but he had to be told if the girl was to be saved. The suite door opened and Prince Roth appeared.

Glancing around the room he spied Alia and stormed across to her saying, “What happened? I ask for one simple story to convince Lysette to marry me. All you had to do was tell her I was the only hope she had for happiness. Now I hear that you were screeching about demons and attacked by the entire Treborelan Delegation?"

Alia moved closer to him and said, “Your Highness, I tried to tell her of your love and future happiness. But as I gazed into the water, a true vision appeared. A tall man in the darkness, with an evil smile was calling her his love. Then a pair of eyes appeared, pools of blue hatred, filled with death. I saw her reflection in them. She was screaming with fear for him to stay away. "

"Alia . . .” Roth said with a sigh. He was wise to the Mystic's tricks and would not be fooled by a story of danger and death.

"I felt his presence, he was near. He was coming for her. I had to warn her!"

"Not another word!" Roth cut off her babble, "I know the extent of your abilities, remember? I brought you here. From now on you stick to your duties of keeping my mother under control. Stay away from Lysette, or you will find yourself revealed as a fake. My mother believes in your powers because I convinced her of them. Don't get too carried away with the role I created for you."

"I am not a false prophet, I have the power. “ Alia answered his threats calmly and with confidence. "I would not have come otherwise.”

"Go back to your room, Alia." Roth ignored her, heading for the door.

"Don't let the Prince of Treborel near her, My Lord. Or she will be lost to you!" Alia called after him, desperate for him to believe.





Lysette spent the afternoon hidden in her suite avoiding Roth’s lingering attention over the incident at the bath house. Lysette’s only reason for opening the door was the anticipated arrival of a servant bringing her dinner. Instead she was surprised to find Uncle Sean Nolan's tall form before her, with a smile of greeting.

“I've just returned from checking on our preparations for the Conference tomorrow. I understand you had an interesting experience this afternoon." He kissed her cheek quickly then moved past her to sit on the small sofa near her bed. When she didn’t answer, he turned back to study her face. When Lord Wills had come to his office to explain about the occurrence, Sean hadn't been concerned. Lysette was a confident, levelheaded young woman; he knew a simple misunderstanding, no matter how dramatic, would not affect her. Looking back across the room at his niece's dark expression, he wondered if Lord Wills had omitted something.

"Lysette?” He asked, firmly, motioning her near.

“They are filthy barbarians." She announced, closing the door and crossing to sit beside him. "Their stench and outrageous, insulting attitude combined with that crazy Mystic . . . I'm glad I didn't have my bow. I might have killed one of them." Taking a deep breath, she released her anger. She was more shaken than she realized. “Roth wants to offer me his protection. I’ve been avoiding him.”

Sean asked softly, "Roth? I thought you had decided not to see him again?" Sean scratched his dark, brown hair and smiled softly at her. It was hard to keep up with Lysette's personal life. Every available bachelor in Lavose had approached his beautiful niece, some for reasons of love. Others were professing love in an attempt to achieve a piece of her vast inheritance. Lysette was his only surviving relative. She would inherit all he had.

The worst of her suitors were the young gentlemen who had tried to use her to approach him about a political matter. None one them had gotten much further than the front door, except Prince Roth, and that had lasted only a few months. Sean approved when Lysette announced that their friendship had ended. Roth wasn't a bad fellow, he just wasn't worthy of Lysette. Sean knew he had the opinions of an over-protective father that was exactly what he had become. Since the day her father died, he had taken Lysette into his home. She was a small, frightened child. Shortly afterward, her grandmother's death had followed. Sean resigned his active commission in the Intelligence Service, to raise his brother's only child.

Lysette explained further, "Roth was here when Lord Wills came to explain the situation and apologize. After Lord Wills left, I couldn't get Roth to leave without hearing his opinion of the encounter." Nodding, Sean said, “I believe it was an accident. Even if it wasn't, there was no harm intended. They had been in the mountains for three weeks and were eager to wash the dirt and grime away. You can't blame them for dashing into the first bath house they saw. Lord Wills assured me that Prince Katar felt wretched about the incident and wishes to apologize to you in person. I've arranged a meeting before dinner in the library."

"I'm not going to dinner." Lysette answered sternly, "I'm exhausted from the tournament and the ordeal at the spa."

"Darling, they are Treborelan, just like your grandmother, my mother. She wasn't a barbarian. You and I both look very much like her, you more than I do. There's Treborelan blood running through your veins. You can't simply deny the Prince of a neighboring country simply because your pride has been injured." He squeezed her hand softly, surprised as she turned away from him. Concerned that she hadn't told him all that had happened at the bath house, he questioned her with determination. "Why are you so upset? You're not one to be put off by a simple embarrassment. Did one of them hurt you?"

"No, I'm not sure why I feel this way." Lysette answered, frustrated, "Alia was so frightened, she kept screaming about demons and death. I guess she shook me up more than I realized."

"You haven't started believing that old witch, have you? You're too level-headed for that. You got your common sense from your mother. Now I'm beginning to wonder if you got your father's stubborn streak." Sean teased smiling as she turned back to him frowning. "You know he was furious with me for not coming to visit after you were born. I was just so involved with my work that the years passed before I realized it. Suddenly you were six years old and your father was on the Communications screen telling me your mother had died. He couldn't forgive me for not being at the funeral. I can’t forgive myself. Your father was not just my brother, he was my best friend. We were arguing about family responsibilities when the tram derailed." Sean stopped as the vision of his brother's death flashed before his eyes. "I would have taken his place if I could have. I was horrified about taking care of you. But I found out that instead of a burden, you were a wonderful gift of love, one I cherish."

Cupping her chin in his hand, he frowned sternly and asked, "Now are you truly frightened or just being stubborn like your father?"

"You're a wicked man," Lysette accused with a smile, kissing his cheek. "Telling me such a beautiful story and then stabbing me with my faults." Sighing, she agreed, "I guess I am being stubborn. I just don't like foolish games and I can't get over the feeling that that's exactly what they were doing."

"Get dressed. When you talk to Prince Katar, I'm sure you'll feel better." Sean rose with a smile. Relieved she'd come to her senses, he left Lysette shower and dress.

He closed the door behind him, deep in thought. Perhaps it would be a good idea to keep an eye on this Prince Katar. Lysette was not one to exaggerate a situation or run from a fight. He must have intimidated her in some way. Sean silently vowed to personally escort the young Mountain Prince to the border if he showed Lysette anything less than the respect she deserved. Having heard of Prince Katar's reputation with women, he was fully prepared to take action.

Confused about her nervousness, Lysette tried to calm herself. Slowing her pace, she wondered what it was about the events of the afternoon that had sent her into such a tizzy. Growing up with an Uncle who had been an important link in the Intelligence Chain of Lon Tesse had given her many advantages. One was the self-defense techniques he had constantly challenged her to master. It had been their favorite activity until he introduced her to the crossbow. Seeing her interest, he concentrated on teaching her all there was to know about the weapon. Lysette considered herself a confident, self-reliant person, priding herself on her independence.

She was infuriated by weak females, waiting for some strong man to come along before they felt their lives were complete. So why was she so apprehensive about facing this Mountain Rogue? She had dealt with Royalty all her life, titles and immense wealth meant nothing to her. If anything, she considered most of the Royal heirs she had come across to be self-concerned, overconfident and spoiled. There had been nothing unusual about this large man, except that he had been excessively filthy. She knew she had to confront her fears and defeat them. Once she saw he was just an ordinary man and not a demon, the nervous ache in her stomach would disappear.

Dressing in her pale, green shimmering evening gown, she piled her hair high up on her head. Then glancing briefly at her reflection in the mirror, she headed for the library. Finding Prince Roth's sparkling eyes smiling at her as she opened her door caused a frown to crease her determined brow. He had decided that the incident this afternoon had been a blessing, enabling him to assume the role of her protector. Then after dinner, he would sweep the beautiful Lysette off her feet with a pitiful apology. Smiling at the vision before him, Roth offered her his arm.

Her long blonde hair fell in ringlets down the back; about her neck. As his eyes fell to her plunging neckline and ample cleavage, he announced confidently, "I've come to escort you to dinner."

"I'm sorry, Roth, but I'm meeting my Uncle and Prince Katar. He wants to apologize for this afternoon's misunderstanding." She answered walking past him and heading down the brightly lit hall toward the open staircase.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to join you and make sure it truly is a formal apology that you receive." He followed, flashing a brilliant smile, not willing to be dismissed.

"That's not necessary, Roth," Was her only response. When he continued to walk with her, she decided it wasn't worth the argument and allowed him to accompany her down the stairs.

Above their heads hung an enormous chandelier, sparkling in the darkness of the stairwell. They reached the entrance way lavishly decorated in tan and deep brown, the colors of Lon Tesse. They headed for the library across the hall from the dining room. With Roth on her heels, Lysette stopped in the doorway as her Uncle glanced up and smiled. Frowning as he came to her side, Sean took Lysette’s hand and led her over to the fireplace. Prince Katar and Lord Wills rose from the high back chairs at their approach. The nervousness still plagued her, as she concentrated on her introduction to the tall Prince.

"Lady Lysette Nolan, we are humbled by your presence. You are most gracious to allow his Highness to meet with you." Hanlin spoke, bowing slightly.

Focusing on Lord Wills regal yet pointed nose, noting how perfectly it matched his long pointed chin, Lysette relaxed slightly. The charming Lord had made a great impression on her this afternoon when he so humbly asked for her forgiveness.

"How could I refuse such a gracious request?” She answered smiling back at him.

Turning to his side Lord Wills motioned toward Katar. "May I have the honor of introducing Prince Katar of Treborel?"

Chiding herself on her weakness, she forced her eyes to look up at the Prince before her. His attire was the formal, dark blue uniform of the Treborelan Air Command. It gave him an air of authority. His shoulder length, honey blonde hair was combed back away from his face. He looked a bit uncomfortable. Lysette suspected it was the uniform and not her presence that caused this. He didn't look like the sort of man who normally appeared in formal attire. He had looked more at home in the filthy animal skins she’d seen him in earlier.

Meeting his gaze, her heart jumped as she looked into a pair of the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. The same intense fear welled up within her. His brilliant smile made it difficult for her to breathe. "The pleasure is mine, My Lady." He said, moving forward to take her hand and kiss it lightly, "I would like to offer my sincerest apologies and regrets for the terrible misunderstanding this afternoon. I hope we didn't cause you too much distress."

The sensation of his warm moist lips on her hand left her speechless. Touching her elbow in support, at her silence Sean moved closer. His touch brought back some of her senses and she managed a reply. "We've all experienced an embarrassing moment at least once in our lives, Your Highness. Most of them are best forgotten." The fear had lessened slightly and she managed a weak smile.

Katar answered, "I agree. Shall we put this incident behind us and begin again?" Katar answered, enchanted by her dark beauty. He found himself wanting to please her, much to his surprise. He didn't think it was possible for her to be even lovelier than when he had first seen her. Yet here before him stood a more beautiful and sensuous woman than he had ever known.

"I'd like that very much, Your Highness. “ Lysette smiled confidently, her fear had vanished.

"Then you must start by calling me Katar." He answered moving closer, still holding her hand.

Prince Roth, viewing the introduction from the doorway, was beginning to realize what Alia had meant by keeping Lysette away from this Treborelan Prince. As he watched, the man had captivated her in mere seconds, something he had been trying to do for the last six months. Entering the small group, Roth quickly placed himself between Katar and Lysette and announced, "Now that the apologies are over, I suggest that we join the others in the Dining Hall." Offering Lysette his arm, he smiled expectantly at her.

Sean Nolan stepped forward and answered him. "Your Highness, please forgive my thoughtlessness. I was so intent on this going well, that I've forgotten myself." Motioning to Katar, he introduced the Lon Tesse heir. "Prince Roth of Lon Tesse, I would like to present Prince Katar of Treborel and his Royal Advisor, Lord Hanlin Wills."

Turning around, Roth took Katar's hand silently and looked past him to address Hanlin. "Lord Wills, it is good to see you again. I'm afraid I was too concerned for Lysette's welfare when we met earlier to greet you properly." Finally, turning back to address Katar he added, "Welcome to Lon Tesse, Prince Katar. Lord Wills’ communiqué informed us of your impending arrival. He believes, as I do, that our meeting was long over-due."

Brushing aside the insult as Lord Wills was addressed first. Katar realized, the Prince was gracefully informing him that he didn't approve of his attention to Lady Lysette. Smiling at the challenge, he answered, "You are correct, Prince Roth. As future Sovereigns of bordering countries, we should make the most of this opportunity to get better acquainted and strengthen our friendship."

Then moving forward, he turned to Lysette. "Speaking of new friendships, would you honor me by escorting me to the Dining Hall? I'd hate to make another awkward appearance in the wrong room again."

Delighted by his offer, Lysette extended her arm and answered, "It would be my pleasure to help such a poor, lost soul." Crossing the hall just as dinner was announced; they found their assigned seats at the long dining table beautifully adorned with colorful flowers and candles. The Alliance members talked quietly among themselves. The large series of windows covering the western wall gave a breathtaking view of the beautiful amber sun peering out from behind an expanse of dark, gray clouds, before disappearing behind the mountains. A deep blue, velvet blanket of stars sealed the light away from the sky, before the dark clouds moved in to lock them away in their misty darkness.

The beauty of the growing night drew Lysette's attention for only a moment before she was drawn back to the Regent Dana Lands welcoming oration. The Regent was petite in stature; her light brown hair was pulled back and braided into a halo around her head. She looked much younger than her fifty-five years. She had assumed the throne Regent, due to her father’s incapacitation. He had become bedridden due to a long battle with a mysterious illness, having lost the use of his mind and body.

The Regent introduced Prime Katar to the other Continental Alliance members, who had attended the Regent on several other occasions. She indicated that Prince Katar’s presence as the Treborelan representative of the newly formed Alliance had completed the summit party. They would begin as soon as the Bantorian Ambassador was able to attend them.

His arrival earlier that day had preceded Katar and his men. Yet, the Ambassador had claimed he was slightly indisposed and would join them when feeling better. 'The Regent summarized the agenda for the summit as the first course was introduced. Ambassador Airee of Ragal would begin the Summit with a presentation addressing the import/export difficulties that Nayr and Bantor were experiencing.

"For now, enjoy the fine art of Lon Tesse’s Master Chef." The Regent announced as the servants appeared with the main course. "There will also be a tour of my gardens this evening after dinner. I am most anxious to share my newest additions of fountains and sculptures with my guests."

The Master Chef had prepared the most exquisite delicacies from each of the five nations represented. The conversation that followed as the guests enjoyed the array of dishes centered on each country's harvest expectations and Treborel’s growing Solar Energy Market.

Lon Tesse supplied the helijet bodies, easily converting their old solid fuel heliport aircraft to fit Treborel’s specifications. Ragals rocky coastline on the River Ragal made available land space in which to build a factory to install the Gem System in the light weight frames. The three countries had begun to work together, only in the last decade. Each nation depended on the other as a result each invested significantly in the energy market. With the mention of the solar gems, Katar rose and presented the Regent with a large pink gem. "Treborel is the only country on the planet that can boast of not only the beauty of our land, but the brilliance of the gems it produces, most of which are colorless. Occasionally, a pale pink or amber stone can be found. In rare instances a deep blue or green can be obtained. These beautiful gems have no industrial use, but when properly cut and adorned, they transform even the loveliest of women into a vision of pure beauty. As I am sure you will be a most exquisite example."

Pulling the perfect gem from its case, Katar placed the long necklace around the Regent's neck. Toasts rang out to the Regent for her generous offer to host the Alliance and for Queen Sari, whose insistence and determination brought about the existence of the Continental Alliance. Dessert appeared, carried in steaming trays from the kitchens. The fruit and cream mixture from Nayr's orchards brought coos of delight from the pleased guests.

Amidst the merriment, Prince Roth, could no longer contain his concern that Lysette might be stolen away from him by the Mountain Prince. In an attempt to enlighten her, he began to inquire into the Treborelan way of life. "Prince Katar, I understand Borel is having problems completing the final conversion over to the Solar Gem System?"

"Not at all, Roth. We haven't run into any difficulties with our Energy System since it was installed nearly fifty years ago. It has run at low cost and maintenance since then. You may be referring to the recent removal of our natural gas holding tanks. We have not used them for nearly thirty-five years. It has only made sense to rid ourselves of the unsightly towers, since the Gem System has made them obsolete." Katar smiled across the table to Lysette, who sat beside Roth.

"Was I correct in believing that Commander Connor of the Bantorian Armies was to travel with you from Borel?" Roth inquired, gauging Lysette's reaction to Katar's bold gaze.

"He began the journey with us. Unfortunately, we were separated in the mountains and are still awaiting word, of his safe return." Katar answered politely, glancing briefly at Roth then turning back to smile brazenly at Lysette, he continued. "Lord Nolan tells me you are proficient with the longbow. Is that true?"

"Yes, but if you have doubts about my skills, you should ask Prince Roth. He is constantly devising new and more challenging targets for me. I believe he will continue to do so until I admit defeat." Lysette answered, smiling back at the Prince. In his presence, she found herself unusually self-conscious and slightly unsteady. The entire experience was extremely exasperating.

Encouraged, Roth brightened and declared, "I'm merely trying to sharpen your skills. Soon you'll exceed even the Regent’s best archers, and I shall gladly take credit for it.” He smiled at her, pleased he finally had her attention.

"Have you ever been hunting?" Katar continued addressing Lysette. "Treborelan hunters have used the long bow for centuries as our only means of protection in the wild. In the last fifty years we have taken up the compound bow" He had always believed most Lon Hessians to be over-educated and under-skilled where physical activities were concerned.

“I don’t think I could bring myself to kill a helpless creature for sport, no matter how big or ferocious they are. My Uncle can attest to my love of animals. During my childhood, I took it upon myself to care for all the creatures I came across. Through the years I had a large assortment of pets, including any injured, wild animals I found in the small woods on our property. My administrations to those creatures sparked an interest in medicine. I prefer to cure an injured animal, not kill it out of mercy."

Her honest answer registered disappointment on Katar's face. Seeing it she added, "I hope I haven't offended your sense of sportsmanship. I have no problem with hunting, if there is a purpose, such as for food. And the animals are not an endangered species or treated cruelly in any way.

"No offense taken, My Lady.” Katar replied, realizing he would prefer she had no taste for killing. No one should hunt for the joy of killing. It was a sport that was necessary to the health and survival of the animals.

"I understand that you organize Sraeb Hunts on a regular basis," Roth interrupted with an innocent smile. "In fact, you've actually made a national sport of it."

Meeting his eyes, Katar's smile vanished. "Yes, I do organize the hunts. The large beasts are dangerous and the population must be kept down. Although I do not consider it a national past time, it is a necessary protection for my people and yours. Can you imagine what would happen to your mother’s beautiful estate if several families of sraebs moved into the woods at the far edge? Your horse trails would have to be shut down in the fall during frenzy or I assure you people would die. The fall would become a time of fear and staying indoors as the large vicious creatures began to hunt for any meat source they could find. Not just wild animals, dogs, horses and yes, even people."

Knowing the subject to be close to Katar’s heart, Hanlin intervened, attempting to explain the reasoning behind the hunts more clearly. "Prince Katar has made it his duty to see that the people of Treborel are no longer threatened by the large temperamental sraebs. His father was killed attempting to save a family during a sraeb attack a little more than ten years ago." Trying to steer the conversation away from the hunt, Hanlin addressed Lysette. "Are you familiar with Sraebs, Lady Lysette?"

"I understand they are very large lean creatures that stay low to the ground when they attack which is very difficult to defend against. They have lithe feline type limbs and long, thick fur." She answered, surprised by the tension between the two Princes.

"Prince Katar, you are more familiar with the large beasts than I. Would you care to explain the population problem?" Hanlin turned next to him at Katar, hoping Lysette would distract him from Prince Roth's remarks.

Katars eyes moved slowly from Roth to Lysette's delicate features. As their eyes met, his anger vanished and he explained, "When I was first learning to hunt, the elk population excelled due to a series of mild winters. As a result the sraeb also flourished, elk being its primary food source during 'frenzy'. No one was concerned with such a large population of giant carnivores roaming freely in the high mountains. When the drought began several years later, the elk became diseased and died in huge numbers. That fall when the Sraeb turned from herbivores to the crazed carnivorous beasts that devour every living thing in their path, they found their food source virtually nonexistent. We call this period of late fall ‘Frenzy’. The sraeb were larger and stronger than ever before, due to the previous years of gorging on the immense elk population. They came down from the mountains in hordes, some measuring five meters or more in height. They attacked villages and farms. Killing anything they came across. Horses, cattle, men, children became a food source. My father help formed several large hunting parties. Each took a section of the populated areas of Treborel and began to purge the mountains of the animals that had become monsters. It was the last time I ever saw him." Katars eyes grew distant as he continued. "His heroic death was to be a young boy's consolation. He threw himself between a sraeb and a small child, trading his life for hers. He killed the beast with his hunting knife, but his injuries were too severe to sustain him until a Healer arrived."

The hall had grown silent, enthralled by Katar’s tale. The memories of that night overwhelmed him. Whispering softly, he finished "The hunts are for him. It became my duty to see that no other son or daughter need be consoled by a parent's bravery in death."

Unaffected by Katars story of his father’s death, Roth asked, "So it was actually the lack of proper medical care that caused your father’s death?" Katar's eyes turned to blue ice as Roth continued. "We all know that Treborel has no Physicians or Surgeons. Isn't that correct?"

Never before had Hanlin seen Katar so filled anger, Hanlin wished desperately that Cap had not chosen to remain with the soldiers. It was Cap's wit and easy attitude that usually pulled Katar from the type of hostility that he now displayed.

"Prince Mikel died very quickly.” The Advisor intervened, "There was no chance for the healers to save him. If one had reached him merely seconds before his death, I assure you, he would be here with us today." Hanlin turned quickly to Lysette for assistance and asked, "Lady Nolan, I understand that you are a Physician. I am assuming that as such you might care to learn something about our Empathic Healers."

Angry at Roth for badgering Katar, Lysette expressed an interest where she truly had none, hoping to exclude Roth from the conversation and avoid further indignities on his part. "My grandmother spoke of these healers. They supposedly could re-attach limbs and cure diseases simply by touch."

"Yes, those gifted with the 'strength' to heal the body from within are called Empathic Healers. Even the most complicated psychological illness, can be healed at their touch. Unfortunately, they have kept to themselves. Empaths have confined their practice to Treborel. Only a handful of Empaths have ever even considered venturing past the mountains. Those who do, use a great deal of discretion. Healers dislike attention or sensationalism. They have deep religious beliefs and if necessary will even give their lives to save the dying."

That comment drew Lysette's attention. "Risk their lives? In what way?"

"If an injured or ill patient is near death or dies during the healing, the Empath's life force can be allowed to leave them and replace the one the patient has lost, healing them instantly and giving them back their life."

"Have you ever seen an Empath truly heal someone?” Lysette asked her skepticism present.

"Yes, of course, many times. I’ve seen the wounds heal before my eyes. I’ve seen a fever vanish in an instant, a protruding bone pull back inside a limb and be healed. Empathic Healers are a way of life in our country. I don't think you could find an adult that hasn't been healed by an Empath." Hanlin answered, still unable to distract Katar from his deadly glare at Roth.

"What exactly is a 'life force' Lord Wills?" Lady Airee's soft voice asked, from the far end of the table. Katar's concentration was drawn away from Roth, as he sought out the source of the new voice. She found an elegant older woman with long, curling, scarlet hair and large, blue eyes listening to Hanlin's elucidation.

"All living creatures contain a life force. It enters our mass of developing cells at conception and departs at death. It is incredibly strong in the Empaths. That is where they draw the healing 'strength ' from."

"So every time an Empath touches a critically ill or injured patient, they are risking their lives.” Lysette clarified; astonished at the courage it would take to become a healer, if they truly did exist.

"Healers are cautious; they know the risks that await them before they begin a healing. It is an unusual occurrence for one to sacrifice their life, but it is possible. They consider it to be the true fulfillment of their chosen destiny; to sacrifice their life to save another. It is considered a gift the Holy One has given the survivor to carry out a specific task before they can move on to the afterlife." Katar said, smiling softly at her.

Sean Nolan sat on the other side of Lysette and had grown uncomfortable with the Empathic legends and decided to take the conversation elsewhere. He said, "Prince Katar, I have never been on a sraeb hunt. Are the compound bows really effective against such huge animals? I would expect a cross bow to have more power and distance."

"It is the customary weapon; although we do not use the long bows often they do have excellent distance and penetration. The automatic reload with the crossbow allows for a rapid fire also with as much distance and penetration as the long bow. But the longbow is difficult to use from horseback due to its size. The crossbow as well is front heavy and difficult to use on horseback or if you want to take your time for the perfect shot. The compound bow is easy to carry, shoots well from horseback, has good penetration and the draw strength can be high without exhausting your strength. But it does not have quite as much distance as the long bow." Turning back to Lysette, he flashed a dazzling smile and said, "The laser rifles and pistols are too dangerous to use in the woods during the summer months. Spring and summer are high travel seasons. The chance of injuring someone is much higher because the blast will continue on to impact or until the energy blast is completely spent. Also the pain of a displaced bolt is much less for the beasts than accidently blowing the creature's leg off with the high intensity discharge of the rifle."

"So you must also be an expert with the crossbow?" Ambassador Hannah Airee interjected.

"The crossbow is easy to learn and use. My choice is the compound bow. I usually hit my mark.” He answered, smiling at the Ambassador seated next to Lord Nolan. “Although I have been known to miss." Relaxing back into his chair, Katar turned his attention back to Roth. "Prince Roth, have you ever been on a hunt? My friend Lord Taylor tells me you have a slight problem with wolves in the Lon Tesse foothills. My men are preparing to head out in the morning and give your soldiers a hand in locating them." Katar smiled, remembering Cap's enthusiasm at the chance to avoid the boring Summit lectures.

"I hunt occasionally, when there is a difficulty with a pack of wolves or the like. Since the sraebs have not crossed the mountains into Lon Tesse, we have no need for a constant summer slaughter program.” Roth answered, casually, "I feel no need to go after a giant beast that turns and attacks at the least provocation. Especially not in the middle of the wilderness armed like an ancient savage."

"I'd like to join you on a wolf hunt." Katar began, leaning forward, "When the summit is concluded.”

Studying him in silence for a moment, Roth answered dryly, "Certainly, I'll arrange one for us, immediately.”

"Excellent, then perhaps you will allow me to return the favor in the near future, in Treborel. I promise we will only hunt the younger sraebs, close to the palace." Katar laughed as Roth forced a smile.

Alarmed by the continuing negative rapport between the two future sovereigns, Hanlin turned again to Lysette saying, "Lady Nolan, were you aware that I was a close associate of your grandmother, Lady Moore before she met your grandfather?”

"I had no idea. I was very young when she died. You must tell me of her." Lysette answered, elated to have found someone who could tell her about her grandmother's childhood.

"I would be delighted. Perhaps I could escort you to the luncheon tomorrow, if you would allow me the liberty to dine with you again.” Hanlin answered, entranced by her smile.

"Perhaps we could trade memories this evening, in the garden?"

"I apologize but I'm afraid I must decline. The journey through the mountains has left me weary and I still have duties to attend to before I retire." He answered, his thoughts moving to the unanswered calls to King William.

"Of course, forgive my thoughtlessness." Lysette smiled, disappointed. "I'd forgotten you've only just arrived."

The Regent rose at the far end of the table and announced, "Now that our scrumptious feast has ended, I would like to introduce you to my collection of fountains." She motioned toward the glass doors at the end of the hall that led directly to the gardens outside.

Hanlin rose from his chair and offered, "However, I'd be delighted to escort you to the gardens before taking my leave."

The colorful blossoms cascaded down the hillside surrounding the fountains and sculptured pools. The garden glistened, the trees held soft, white lights, in their branches. Hidden in the bushes, the same delicate luminaries sparkled. Concealed under the water of the fountains, pastel shadows sent ripples of color through the night air. The sky had darkened; clouds obscured the last of the brilliant moonlight. The gardens seemed like a nether world cascading down into the depths of the earth.

Kissing Lysette's hand in farewell Hanlin bid her goodnight. "You have your grandmothers enchanting eyes. I shall enjoy sharing my memories with you.”

"Rest well, Lord Wills.” Lysette answered, as he disappeared through the Dining Hall doorway.

The Regent Dana appeared through the door, laughing brightly as she took Prince Katar's arm and led him toward Lysette. The tall, thin Ambassador Robert Long of Nayr appeared with Lord Nolan and Ambassador Airee of Ragal. Following behind them was Ambassador Kreal of Bantor; he was a large, stocky man who eyes had dark circles, his face pale. He walked slowly as he moved along behind the group.

Beginning her narrative of the inspiration behind her seven-level garden, Regent Dana explained why she had it built along the sloping hillside. Descending to the next level as she continued, they paused only a moment as a small helijet appeared suddenly above them.

Its oblong shape and silent approach indicated it was a military vehicle. Moving off to their left, it landed quietly on the lawn at the top of the far hill. Prince Roth glanced at the Regent and quickly disappeared up the steps.

Pausing for a moment, the Regent pointed out several different species of orchid, growing on a series of special logs suspended in the air. These were a gift from the Nayrian Prime Minister Ondale. A servant arrived informing Ambassador Airee of an urgent communication from Ragal. The elegant Ambassador excused herself and hurried off.

Roth appeared a few moments later and whispered to his mother. Turning to Ambassador Long, Roth announced, "Ambassador your presence is required in the Communications Center.”

Without hesitation the Ambassador briskly headed back into the palace. Lysette could feel the tension in Roth's voice. Something was terribly wrong.

"Ambassador Kreal, would you attend me.” The Regent added, turning to Sean Nolan she continued. "Lord Nolan, I am in need of your services." Then turning to Lysette she continued, "I’m afraid I’ve been called into a conference. Lady Nolan would you do me the great honor of finishing Prince Katar's tour of my garden?" The Regent's smile hid an impatient frown.

"Of course, Your Grace." Lysette answered quickly.

"Is there anything I can do?" Katar stepped forward, concerned.

"Not at the moment, thank you. I will send for you if there is a need." The Regent replied, "For the moment, please relax and enjoy."

Glancing quickly at Lysette, Sean reassured himself she was no longer intimidated by the Mountain Prince. Following after the disappearing Regent and Ambassador Kreal, he hurried quickly inside.

Katar grinned and offered her his arm saying, “It appears we've been left to ourselves."

Feeling the warmth nervous fear in the pit of her stomach again she smiled sweetly, hiding her nervousness and took his arm and said, “It appears something serious has happened.” She indicated the next flight of stone steps leading deeper into the garden.

"It's possible; the Regent has assumed the role of peace keeper for all five nations. It could be a simple matter of an arrested citizen begging for assistance, or another trade dispute with Bantor." He answered, stopping near a large glowing three-tiered fountain, noting the pale green light accented the turquoise color of Lysette’s eyes. "If it's anything remotely serious, Lord Wills would have appeared instantly." He smiled, assuredly, taking her hand in his, “Hanlin spoke of your grandmother, do you remember her?"

"Yes, I was six years old when my mother died. That’s when my grandmother came to live with my father and me."

"Did she ever mention Treborel?" He asked, leading her down another flight of steps.

"Yes, I remember one night shortly after my mother died. I woke up frightened, I was alone at the ranch with my mother when it happened and didn't sleep well for several months afterward. During those long nights, my grandmother would come into my bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed telling me wonderful stories. Most were about a sparkling silver Palace nestled between the mountains on a high bluff f and forests full of waterfalls and exotic flowers. She spoke of horrible beasts that the men and women had to fight against to keep their castle safe. There were mystical beings that hid from the humans for a long time. Their touch could heal the sick. They were descendants of the magical beings who had created the mountains, trying to escape from the violence and destructive ways of the world." Lysette’s face glowed as the memories came back to her.

"That is a very accurate description of Treborel and the Palace in Borel. The dark silver sheen comes from the Solar Gems. They completely cover the exterior of the city. The history she provided was nearly correct. There was a group of scientists, who sought a pure environment for research to and raise their children. Treborel was and still is an untamed wilderness surrounded by rumors of Mystical creatures that roamed its forests, keeping all the undeserving away from their beautiful land. It was more than five hundred years ago, when the scientists came and colonized the mountains. They instigated laws forbidding any roads or tunnels to be built through the mountains, except the Chasm and the Harbor passage. They also disallowed any industry from building large factories and destroying the forests. So Treborel remains inaccessible, except to the most daring who travel through the Chasm. And there are those who would argue that the tales of magic have substance. I like the idea of mystical heritage. It separates us from the rest of the world."

"Does the Royal Family have an Empathic Heritage?" Lysette asked, as they walked in the glowing, pastel light.

"Somewhat, neither I nor my parents have the 'Strength'. Treborelan royalty claims a distant link to the Empathic Community, marriage has weakened it." Katar explained. "Although my father brought the heritage back into the family, his mother was an Empath."

Moving onto a small pool, he turned and gazed down at her speaking softly, "How is it that your eyes manage to sparkle in such dim light? I've heard of people with stars in their eyes.

I’ve always thought that phrase meant they were dreamers, searching for the unattainable, until now." Moving closer to her, he brushed her cheek lightly with his fingertips. The tightness in her stomach returned. It was then that she realized it was not him she feared. It's how he made her feel that scared her. She allowed him to pull her close.

"What is Prince Roth to you Lysette?" He whispered, his arms surrounding her. "A friend? A lover?"

"We have never been more than friends. Right now, I'm not even sure we are that anymore." She answered, breathlessly, looking into his deep blue eyes.

Katar's lips touched hers gently, taking her breath away. His heart began to pound as the kiss deepened. Suddenly, Katar released her, he wanted the kiss to last longer, yet didn't want to frighten her. Or was it himself who was afraid. This beautiful, intelligent Physician had no place in his world and he could never live in hers. Allowing her to move away from him, they descended the next flight of steps.

"The fountains are fed by an underground river.” She blurted out, trying to break the silence. "The river supplies enough pressure, enhanced by the terrace structure to operate the fountains and keep the small stone ponds from becoming stagnant." Lysette turned to find him standing directly behind her in the cool darkness.

Silently taking her hand he led her down the last flight of steps to the base of the gardens, fighting the urge to hold her again. He followed a narrow stone walkway to a small man-made waterfall. They sat on a stone bench and watched the churning water in silence. The wind moved quickly through the trees as the pastel shades gave chase to the waterfalls shadows. Turning slowly, Katar watched the waters reflection caress Lysette’s delicate features.

"Did you have a chance to speak to Lord Wills about your grandmother?" Katar asked, quietly, turning back to gaze into the bubbling water.

"No, but we're having lunch together tomorrow.” Lysette’s disappointment showed through her hopeful manner as she turned to face him.

Katar smiled at her and said, "He told me an interesting story about Lady Moore, just this afternoon. I think he was trying to make me feel worse about the incident in the bath house." Katar chuckled, looking into her eyes. "It seems he was very much in love with her. Seeing you must have sparked that old brain of his. He never spoke of her before, this afternoon, he couldn't stop."

"In love?” She asked, dismayed.

"We had just begun to court her, when your grandfather appeared and swept her away to Lon Tesse." Rising as something caught his eye, Katar moved to a large bush covered in huge white blossoms and picked one. Returning, he offered her the flower, "This flower is abundant high in the mountains around the base of waterfalls in Treborel. It is called 'My Beloved’ named so because of the crimson center, hidden inside the blossom. The center is called 'The Hunter's Heart'." Reaching down, he opened the center of the large petals to reveal a velvety crimson bud. "The white petals represent pure unselfish love. In Treborel, not too long ago, a man would send his love six single blossoms, separately. One each day, then on the seventh day he would appear at her door with another six, wrapped in white lace and tied with a crimson ribbon. If she accepted the bouquet, he'd won heart and they were married soon after." Sitting back down beside her he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair gently back from her forehead. "Now your grandfather, being from Lon Tesse, knew nothing about this custom. One day he overheard a casual remark about the growing number of flowers on your grandmother's end table. He began to inquire about the tradition. Upon his enlightenment, he rushed out and bought a full dozen. He arrived on her doorstep only a moment before Lord Wills. Hanlin stood, across the street bouquet in hand, as he watched your grandmother give her heart to another man. Ever the gentleman he turned and left, without a word. "

"How sad for him.” Lysette whispered, gazing back into the sparkling water.

"He was lucky enough to love a beautiful woman, very deeply. It could have been worse. He might never have known her at all." Katar answered. Startled by his own reply, he decided they should return to the palace. "We've been gone too long. I'd better get you back before your Uncle sends the guards after us.” He rose, taking her hand, reminding himself Treborel offered nothing to a Physician. Turning to leave, Katar noticed Hanlin standing at the base of the steps.

Coming forward, quietly, Hanlin addressed the Prince. "The Regent has called an early Summit meeting. She requests you attend her at once.”