Colin Tabor - The Fall of Ossard
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Tears crept from my eyes. “I can hear the fire and feel its heat!” And I could, the searing burn of it licked hotly at my feet.
He called out to Kurt, “Faster!”
The coach turned and launched into speed. The movement threw us to the side, leaving us staring into the heart of the crowd and a distant bonfire.
Sef cursed, “Damn it, Kurt, move or I’ll have your balls!”
I gasped as I stared into the hungry flames. Amidst their yellow glow stood three stakes, each with a charred form slumping from it.
The voices within me howled, my grandmother’s calling, “Damn you, take me to him!”
The Inquisitor had been busy.
Sweat ran from my brow and down my trembling arms, yet Sef’s grip held firm. He gave me an anchor from which to drive back her rage. Gritting my teeth, I gathered my will and closed myself to her anger. At the same time, and working to my advantage, each moment saw the coach move further away.
Sef hissed, “Fight them, Juvela! Fight them for Pedro and Maria!”
And I did, forcing them back while whispering that there’d be another time for vengeance – a better time.
Finally, they relented.
I sighed with relief, conscious of my body’s tenseness and dampness after washing itself in sweat. I gave a nod that saw Sef relax his grip.
Breathing heavily, I said, “We haven’t even got to the bigger fires, I dread to think what’s happening there.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see soon enough. Are you sure you’re alright?”
I nodded and leaned back into my seat.
We turned out of the square, slowing for the corner as we passed the city’s old opera house. Then it happened, coming out of nowhere, a whisper cutting through my mind and straight into my heart, “Mama!”
I screamed, “Stop!” and lunged for the door. The energy that had spent a lifetime building within me surged and bucked.
Sef tried to stop me, but as I opened the door and stepped out of the slowing coach, I gasped, “Maria’s here!” He froze in shock.
I hit the cobbles hard, but somehow managed to keep my feet. Around me people stared, wondering who this mad woman was who’d stepped from a moving coach. Then they knew. I heard it whispered on dozens of tongues and in a hundred minds, “The Forsaken Lady!”
Kurt stopped the coach nearby.
Sef called out to him, “Wait.” He jumped down to run across and join me. “What is it?”
“Maria’s here!”
A crowd began to gather.
Sef glared at them to keep them back, but it didn’t hush their minds.
“The Forsaken Lady!”
Sef asked, “Where?”
With frustration, I said, “I don’t know!”
Already part of my perception dove through the celestial calling out her name. Searching alongside my soul were others, including my grandmother – this time helping.
Into the celestial I called, “Maria!”
Only silence met me, not even a taste.
Sef, worried about the gathering crowd, asked again, “Where?”
The air swirled about us, dragging the smoke of the bonfires low and bringing with it the stench of burning meat.
I shook my head while again calling into the celestial, “Maria?”
Silence.
Tears came to me. A great flood of bloody things that trickled down my face as though my heart had broken to release its store.
The crowd gasped and fell back.
I could also see Sef’s pain; his eyes wide and ready to shed his own grief. How could I have ever doubted him? Despite his own secrets, he remained, as he always had been, loyal.
I fell to my knees, landing hard on the cobbles. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the celestial’s quiet.
I screamed again into that strange black and blue world, “Maria!”
Silence.
“Maria, I love you!”
Nothing.
Sef looked down at me with sorrow-filled eyes, but I barely noticed. Every ounce of my being listened in the celestial, waiting and sensing for some sign of my daughter’s life.
It didn’t come.
With hands bloody from wiping at my tears, I reached out to lean on the cobbles in front of me. So close to finding her, yet having failed, I could feel the gorge rising within; I was going to be sick.
As my bloodstained fingers touched the cobbles, the font of power within my soul sparked. The air around me chilled and crackled, taking on a metallic stink, and then my senses in both worlds were blinded as I released a ring of power. It rushed out from me to roll away.
Sef gasped as the crowd fell back, but the best part cut through it like love into loneliness – it was her celestial voice, “Mama?”
“Maria! Where are you?”
“Mama!”
“Maria, I’m just off the square. Where are you?”
“I don’t know, but it’s dark and damp. I think I’m in a cellar.”
“Is Father there?”
“Father’s here and others, but they can’t talk. They’re asleep.”
I looked to Sef. “I’ve got her. She’s nearby, maybe in a cellar.”
He looked around us only to turn back confused. “How close does she have to be to hear you?”
“Not too far, the link isn’t that strong.” But I wondered; why couldn’t I see her soul?
Sef nodded. “Well, she’s either in a cellar of one of the shops behind you or in the opera house.”
We both looked to the imposing building. Somehow it seemed right that she’d be in there, it’d been closed for a while and was big enough to keep a large group in. I started to get to my feet, but the link with Maria broke as soon as I lifted my hands from the bloody stones.
After worrying about her for so long, to have the link cut so abruptly saw me throw myself back down. Straight away I could feel her.
Sef whispered, “Juvela, the crowds, we should come back later.”
I looked about. People were again gathering close, and behind them climbed the smoke of the bonfire. Having denounced the new saints, I was of no further use to Anton. He’d have me burnt, after all, in his Ossard I was part of the problem.
Sef grew nervous as the crowd thickened. “If the Inquisitor hears that you’re here, there’ll be no hope for any of us. Let’s come back tonight and I’ll bring some friends.” As he spoke he opened his shirt to expose a metal symbol hanging on a leather thong.
It rested on his broad and battle-scarred chest, shining as it caught the light. It was a sword held within a circle; the holy symbol of Kave.
If I returned with such a group we’d have a real chance. Right now, by ourselves, we didn’t. I sighed but nodded, and then sent a thought of love to my daughter. “We have to go. Maria, but I love you, and will be back for you tonight. Can you be brave and wait?”
She was frightened. “Mama, do you have to go?”
“I do, but I’ll be back soon.”
“Mama?”
“Be brave, be brave for me and your father. You have to watch over him until I come back, alright?”
“Alright.”
“I love you, Maria.”
She giggled.
Reluctantly, I lifted my bloody palms from the cobbles, and walked back to the coach. Tears blurred my vision, a mix both red and clear.
Sef was quick to follow as he ordered Kurt, “On to Newbank!”
Kurt forced the horses through the crowd, getting us back on our way.
Kurt called out a warning, and a moment later the coach slid as we took a sharp turn. The air stank of burning as smoke billowed hotly past my window. We’d taken a side street to get off the avenue, and I could see why as I glimpsed a Heletian mob pelting a row of burning buildings: It was a block of homes and businesses, all Flet owned.
Kurt called, “We’ll be in Newbank soon if the roads are clear!”
Sef grumbled, “The city’s going to the Pits!”
I said, “We’ll get through the night and see how things stand in the morning.” But even I wasn’t listening to my words, my mind focused on Maria and Pedro, and the feeling of desolation consuming me after leaving them.
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