Richard Tuttle - Island of Darkness

“You plan to sail to Okata in a Khadoran ship?” questioned the mayor as he sat in a chair before the general’s desk.

“Khadoran?” gasped the general. “Please tell me that you are playing a cruel joke on me.”

“I wish I was,” sighed the mayor. “I did not recognize the banner and neither did any of the Imperial Guards. We have problems, General.”

“We?” balked General Papper. “Do not try to connect me with your mistakes. My career is about to blossom. I will not associate myself with your foolishness.”

“You are involved deeper than you realize,” retorted the mayor. “The Khadoran ship belongs to Emperor Marak. He is the one who declared that no food would be sold to Omungans as long as we were at war with the Sakovans. Now how do you suppose that ship came to our fair city?”

“Perhaps he changed his mind?” shrugged the general. “The ship arriving is not a problem. Seizing it was. Whatever prompted you to do such a thing? We could have easily paid for the cargo.”

“The cargo was not for sale,” replied the mayor. “It was being delivered to an individual. That said individual is the Star of Sakova that you arrested. Are you beginning to see the picture yet?”

“No,” General Papper replied while shaking his head. “You are making no sense at all. Why would the Khadoran emperor send a ship loaded with food to the leader of the Sakovans and have it dock in an Omungan city? It makes no sense at all.”

“It does if you believe what Shel says,” answered the mayor. “She claims that the Star of Sakova came to my office to offer food for peace. She said that this ship was the first of many.”

“She can’t do that,” scowled the general. “Does she think that she can make peace with individual Omungan cities? She must be a fool.”

“Perhaps,” murmured the mayor, “but she claims to have gained the allegiance of three Omungan cities already. According to her, Zaramilden, Duran, and Alamar are now parts of the Sakova.”

“Inconceivable,” retorted the general.

“Is it?” questioned the mayor. “There was almost a riot in the marketplace a few minutes ago. The people found out where the food came from. You should have been there, General. I have no doubt whatsoever that the people of Gatong would gladly exchange their allegiance for food. They are starving. If the Sakovan army showed up here, our citizen would run out of this city to embrace them with open arms. I suspect that they will do the same when the Khadorans invade.”

“That is not going to happen,” vowed the general.

“The captain of the ship stated quite clearly that he considered the seizure to be an act of war,” the mayor pointed out. “We may try to look at it otherwise, but it takes only one side to declare a war.”

“That is not a problem,” the general smiled thinly. “I will arrange for the crew to be executed. When the ship is unloaded, I will have it taken out to sea and sunk. No one in Khadora will be the wiser. It will be as if the ship sunk at sea with all hands aboard. You worry too much.”

“You worry too little,” retorted the mayor. “The Sakovans and the Khadorans have a method of speaking over long distances. There was a mage onboard the ship. Shel overheard the Star of Sakova speaking to the mage before the ship was even in sight. She also heard the mage answer. I fear that Khadora may already know about the incident.”

“Mages?” murmured the general as his eyes lowered and he exhaled deeply. “Why didn’t I think about that? I remembered that she was from the Academy of Magic. I should have realized that she was a mage.”

The general suddenly became very agitated. He pushed his chair away from the desk and leaped to his feet.

“What is the matter?” Mayor Robit asked with concern. “Where are you going?”

“To the cells,” replied the general as he sped towards the door. “We have no mage cells in Gatong. If we have two mages imprisoned there, they will get free. We must not let them escape.”

Lyra woke with a throbbing headache. She raised herself up on one elbow and looked around the room. She was in a small dank cell. She could see the flickering of a torch through a small barred window in the door and a slight beam of sunlight through a small window near the ceiling. She got to her feet and walked towards the window, but it was too high for her to see out. All she could glimpse was a cloud-covered sky.

Lyra thought back on how she had come to be in the cell. She mentally kicked herself for being so foolish. She had let herself get lured into complacency by the easy victories that she had scored at Duran and Zaramilden. Now she was stuck in an Omungan prison with few options available to her. Her first thought was to weave an air tunnel to StarCity, but she quickly dismissed it. If the Sakovans found out that she had been captured, they would storm the city of Gatong. Thousands of people would die in the battle, and the Sakova would be left unprotected. It would be the end of her people.

She thought briefly about using her magic to smash the walls of the prison. She had never attempted such a thing before, but she felt confident that she could do it. There were two problems with that approach. First, she might end up bringing the stone walls down on herself. Second, and worse, if she did managed to escape the cell, she would most assuredly alert the Imperial Guards doing so. All she would accomplish would be to get herself into the middle of an enemy city and be forced to defend herself.

She shuddered at the thought of taking on a thousand Imperial Guards. Her power was strong, but everything had limits. Even if she survived, she would end up doing exactly what she had been trying to avoid. How would the people of Gatong ever unite with the Sakovans after she had killed a thousand of them? That was not the solution. In desperation, Lyra fell to her knees and prayed to Kaltara.

Lyra was not sure how long she had been in prayer, but a commotion outside the cell door attracted her attention. She heard people talking as they were shoved into cells. Her ears perked up as she heard a female voice. She recognized it as belonging to the mage from Emperor Marak’s ship. When the commotion had died down, Lyra wove an air tunnel into the corridor and listened for voices. She adjusted the air tunnel and zoomed in on the voice of the mage.

“This is Lyra,” the Star of Sakova whispered. “I am in one of the cells not far from you. What happened?”

“They seized our ship when we docked,” came the reply. “They arrested all of us and are now unloading the food. I have already reported it to Emperor Marak.”

“He is not going to send armies down, is he?” inquired Lyra.

“I do not know what his course of action will be,” replied the mage. “He is very angry. I could tell that from the tone of his voice. He promised that we would not linger long here.”

“Where is he?” asked Lyra.

“He is at the Imperial Palace in Khadoratung,” answered the mage. “Do you want me to contact him again?”

“I would like to speak to him privately,” answered Lyra.

“Not a problem,” came the reply. “I will contact him from this cell so he knows the location. He can vary it enough to find you. Sing a song or talk quietly to yourself. He will pick up on it.”

“Thank you,” Lyra responded as she broke the air tunnel.

Lyra stood reciting poems for several long minutes as she waited. The voice when it came startled her.

“A lovely poem that is,” said Emperor Marak. “Why are you in prison?”

“Because I was headstrong and foolish,” Lyra replied with embarrassment. “I took my bloodless victories in the east too lightly. General Papper recognized me and had me arrested before I could even speak.”