T. Church - Return to Canifis

“No, Karnac,” the pregnant woman said angrily. “Don’t you dare think so. Ever! Sometimes just to survive is victory enough. And if we had stayed, then my child would have been taken from me on its first day alive, taken for the tithes.” She knelt at the weeping man’s side, and took his hands firmly from his face.

“Look at me, Karnac. Look at me! I promise you that my child will never forget your name, nor what you have done for us. You are right, we are few, but we are the blessed few.”

Karnac’s sobbing subsided, and soon he stood. Theodore stepped back as the survivors of Hope Rock surged around their leader, giving him their thanks.

“Theodore,” Castimir called to him. “It’s Albertus.” The wizard’s face was grim and he chewed his lip before he spoke. “He’s dead, Theodore.”

The knight felt no new emotion, no surprise, no rage at the news.

I have expected this.

He followed Castimir to where the old man lay. Pia wept at his side, and Jack stared, his exhaustion obvious. The wound across his jaw had stopped bleeding.

“He landed badly, when we jumped,” Gideon explained. “And on the balloon, one of the Vyrewatch wounded him.”

Arisha looked up from her place opposite Pia.

“I tried to help him, Theodore, but it was too late. I think perhaps we should be thankful, for at least now he is free from his pain.”

He nodded, suddenly too tired to speak. His right foot ached sharply now he was free of the fear that had driven him across the river, and though he dearly wanted to sleep, he knew he could not.

For there was much to do. A message had to be sent to the King, the survivors needed shelter and warmth and food, a wagon had to be be arranged to send the dead on to Varrock for burial, and he needed to give Kara Gar’rth’s letter.

He found Kara near the river, sitting alone upon a willow branch under the shade of its canopy. Without a word he reached for the envelope and handed it to her. The outside was slick and wet, yet when she broke the seal, he saw the letter inside was still dry.

“What is this?” she asked.

“A letter from Gar’rth-he asked me to give it to you.” Seeing her expression, he quickly added, “He asked that I only give it to you once we had reached safety. He made me promise.”

She frowned at that, and looked at the folded parchment. Finally her expression softened, and he began to move away, to give her privacy.

“You can stay, if you like.” She pointed to the branch opposite hers.

She sounds almost afraid.

“Only if you want me to, Kara.”

She nodded.

“I do.” She made no attempt to open the letter. “There is… there was so much I wished to say to him, Theodore. Only small words that meant great things. I could have done it any time, in The Wilderness, in Varrock. It would have only taken me a few moments. I don’t want to lose that opportunity again, with anyone else I care about.”

Her tearful eyes met his, and he held her gaze.

“Theodore… I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry, Kara,” he said quietly. “Don’t speak. Read his letter. We have time enough today.” He gave her a slight smile as she nodded and wiped her hand across her face. Then she carefully unfolded the parchment.

Theodore sat in the shade, and watched her.

He will declare his love for her, I am certain of that. But I do not know what else.

Kara gasped as she read. Theodore saw the tears wet her cheeks, her dark eyes large and suddenly vulnerable.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the rough trunk, unsure of how to feel. Gar’rth was, or had been, his friend. Now he was gone. Albertus, too, and many from Hope Rock.

I am so tired.

For the first time in many days, he thought of Lady Anne. He missed her touch, and her teasing.

But I must look after Kara now. I promised Gar’rth I would.

“Gods!” Kara swore. “Gods,” she said again.

Theodore opened his eyes to see her stand. Her face was pale, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“That’s impossible… It’s a lie… surely…” Her whole body was alert, and her hand fell to her sword.

“What is it?” Theodore asked, his heart suddenly racing.

Nearby, Doric and Arisha ran forward, Castimir behind.

“It’s about Gar’rth,” Kara said. “It’s been about him all along. From the very beginning.”

“What do you mean, Kara?” Arisha asked tensely.

“Gar’rth is not a werewolf-”

“What?” Doric grunted in disbelief.

“He’s half-human, Doric. Gar’rth is half-werewolf and half-human, which is why he was able to resist Zamorak better than those in Canifis.”

Half-human?

“His father is the Black Prince. A vampire nobleman who was once a human himself. And his name was Tenebra.”

Tenebra? I know that name, he’s-

“Tenebra the Prince?” Castimir stammered. “Tenebra, the Prince of Varrock, who rode to war against Morytania centuries ago? It can’t be…”

“It is,” Kara said. “And there is more. Tenebra was the eldest of the five princes. He was the heir apparent until his disappearance at the end of the battle, when he was believed dead.”

“Then…” Doric exhaled. “Then that makes Gar’rth…”

“The rightful heir to the throne of Misthalin,” Kara finished for him. “Vampirism cannot be handed down by breeding-that’s what Gar’rth’s father says-so Gar’rth had to inherit Tenebra’s human side.” Kara sighed and looked intently back to the letter. “And his father wants his son to sit on that throne and rule the kingdom. Tenebra is coming. He is coming soon, across the river. Gar’rth doesn’t know how, but he thinks the Wyrd is something to do with his plan.

Then she looked up, comprehension in her eyes.

“And we saw the bridges they’ve built, most likely to cross the Salve.”

“But the holy barrier is still present,” Theodore observed. “If not, the werewolves would have crossed over after us.”

“Tenebra must have found a way around it,” Arisha said. “He would not go to such effort without having first done so. Perhaps Varrock will be able to shed some light on this.”

Kara nodded.

“We must return to the city at once. Tell no one of this letter or its contents.” She lowered her voice. “We might not be safe if the King discovers we know this truth. He may even accuse us of being in league with a usurper…

“And there is one more thing. Gar’rth writes that he believes it is his father’s intention to have him embrace Zamorak. He begs me… us … that if we ever face him again, we must treat him as an enemy. His friendship can no longer be relied upon.”

Kara breathed out.

“Now, I will talk to the officer, to requisition some horses for our return to Varrock. We should leave as soon as we can.”

“He might have already succumbed to Zamorak, Kara,” Theodore whispered. “Or why else would he break his word to us?”

No one spoke. Kara simply nodded.

The group broke up quickly as they gathered their belongings. When they stood before the horses, Castimir gave Theodore an odd look.

“Why would Gar’rth tell us all this, do you think? Why would Tenebra allow it?”

I have been wondering the same myself.

“Perhaps the Black Prince doesn’t know, or perhaps he is so sure of his victory that he thinks it doesn’t matter…”

“He’s had centuries to prepare, Theodore, centuries.” The wizard mounted his horse and peered at his burned hand in anger. “Perhaps he’s right to be so confident?”

The knight turned to look one last time behind him, across the river to the land beyond.