David Dalglish - The Prison of Angels

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“And what of Mordan?”

The king waved dismissively.

“The angels can have it for all I care. They already rule it, anyway.”

Tarlak stood from his chair and bowed low to his friend.

“This campaign will be different,” he said. “You have me, to start with. But you are a king, and you rule lands loyal to you. If you do this to expand your kingdom, to retake what is yours, then I will be here every step of the way. But if you think this is your chance to escape everything that is happening in Mordan, a way to sidestep your responsibilities…then I fear I have far more relaxing ways to waste my time.”

Antonil swallowed, rubbed his eyes with his hands.

“Forgive me, Tar,” he said. “I don’t mean it. I do want to escape, but I could never do it. I’ve never fled my responsibilities, and I never will. That’s why I’m here. I was to protect the people of Neldar. They trusted me, and followed me across Dezrel and back again because of that trust. I will repay it. I will free their homes, their farmland, their cities and forests. I may be the Missing King, but I am still king, and will be until my last breath.”

Tarlak reached across the fire and smacked Antonil’s shoulder.

“Now that’s the man I know,” he said, grinning. “Let those orcs try to raid us again. Let them be all sneaky at night. They’ve got a nasty surprise waiting for them. No one out-tricks a mage. And when we reach Kinamn, we’ll see how well those catapults work once I’ve set them aflame.”

“You’re a good man, Tarlak,” Antonil said. “Perhaps I should have brought you with me instead of Harruq on that first campaign.”

Tarlak laughed.

“You kidding? I’d have teleported myself back to Mordeina the second those orc archers popped up on the walls. Good night, Antonil.”

He raised his empty bottle, attempted a drink from it anyway, and then left the man to his thoughts.

10

Beside her, Qurrah stirred, his mouth opening to let out a soft whimper. Tessanna leaned in close, kissed his lips until they shut. They slept not far off the road north, and in the light of the moon Tessanna let her fingers brush her lover’s face. Her lips slowly drifted their way to his forehead, where her fingertips had softly traced an arcane, invisible shape upon his skin. And then she breathed. The nightmares, the fear, the tormented memories: they all came floating out of her lover like a black mist. Deep into her lungs she inhaled them, letting them burn within her, squirming in her belly like fire beetles.

“Sleep well,” she whispered as Qurrah’s body visibly relaxed.

Every night since the angels had healed his corrupted body, banishing the undead flesh and returning him whole, he had suffered those dreams. Every night Tessanna took them, carried them within herself.

It was the stink of Velixar. The stink of Karak. It floated around him, demanding death. Tessanna’s dark eyes saw it, began to water as she bent over Qurrah’s body and braced her arms. Her thin, pale form shivered as the whispers flooded into her.

You are mine, they hissed. Mine. The promise remains. Open your arms, Qurrah. Come back and embrace me.

“Never,” Tessanna said through her tears. “Never again.”

Sleep was a long time coming, and when it did come, she dreamed of fire.

Qurrah was surprised by the amount of travelers they encountered on the road to Mordeina. Hoping to avoid suspicion, he kept his questions few and instead let his ears do the work. Most were traveling north, hoping to find work now that so many able-bodied men had left on Antonil’s war against the orcs.

On their fourth day they came upon an inn. Qurrah’s coin was few, but the idea of him and Tess sleeping on an actual bed was too tempting.

“Tonight we spoil ourselves,” he said, taking her hand and leading her inside.

“We’ll have nothing left when we reach Mordeina,” Tessanna pointed out.

“True,” Qurrah said. “But my brother is steward of the realm. I dare say we’ll be fine.”

The inn was crowded, and for a moment Qurrah worried there would be no room.

“There’s still a bed or two left,” a fat man on the far side of the open kitchen shouted, as if reading his mind. “Ginger, get over there and get their things.”

A young lad with bright red hair raced through the many tables, then quickly bowed before the two.

“I would prefer to carry them on my own,” Qurrah told him. “Just show us to our room.”

The kid nodded, beckoning them to follow.

The room was small, barely able to fit the bed within. At least they wouldn’t be sharing a room with any of the other travelers, Qurrah thought. He looked over the sheets and pushed against the straw as the boy watched expectantly.

“How long until dinner will be served?” he asked as Tessanna stood in the corner, looking very tired.

“Another hour,” Ginger said.

“Very well. Leave us.”

The kid nodded and shut the door. Qurrah sighed as Tessanna moved to his side.

“Lice,” the half-orc murmured. “And fleas. Such a charming locale.”

With a wave of his hand a soft cloud floated from his palm down to the bed, curling over it like mist upon a lake. The cloud was death, and though weak enough even a child could go unbothered, it was still far more than the parasites could withstand. Their tiny bodies would remain, but at least they wouldn’t be crawling all over him, biting his flesh.

“Eat without me,” Tessanna said, kissing his cheek. Qurrah glanced at her, frowning.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “You haven’t looked well for much of our trip.”

“No. I just want some peace. Bring me a bit of bread when you’re done, and I’ll eat it later.”

Qurrah shrugged.

“As you wish.”

He left his room and returned to the commons, finding an unused table with only two chairs. He sat in one, put his feet on the other, and beckoned Ginger over.

“Bread and drink,” he said.

“Dad says you need to pay for your room before you eat.”

The half-orc sighed, pulled out a handful of coins, and settled the bill. It left him with just enough to cover the cost of his food, and he handed that over as well.

“Bring me enough for two,” he said before the kid could leave. “I’ll be taking some to my room.”

Finally alone, Qurrah leaned back and let his ears soak in the conversations. It was still somewhat quiet in his corner, with the bulk of the men and women gathering near the fire. They were laughing, talking, and their mirth made Qurrah feel strangely bitter. He wished Tessanna had come with him, wished he could have flirted with her awhile. Her mood had slowly soured over the past year, though not consistently. Nothing was ever consistent with Tessanna. He doubted she’d ever tell him why, either. Was it their continuing inability to have a child? Her lack of purpose since the Gods’ War? Did she just miss contact with the rest of the world? Every time he thought he knew, something else she said or did contradicted the idea.

His meal came, and Qurrah ate it with speed but without any real appreciation. Sipping at the watery beer Ginger brought him, he once more tried to listen in. One of the louder men at the fire was telling a raunchy tale when the door to the inn burst open, and in walked a bearded man with a heavy ax on his back.

“Gervis!” several men shouted, lifting their glasses in toast.

Gervis grinned at them in return.

“You’ll all be buying me a round tonight,” the big man nearly roared. “Do I have a tale to tell!”

Qurrah leaned deeper into his seat, narrowed his eyes, and hoped it would be of something useful. The men at the fire shifted aside, making way for Gervis to plop down before the flames, his ax still on his back.

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