The
snow was falling lightly.
It
almost seemed like a white, lace curtain was hanging from her window.
These days though, the snow held little interest for her. Rather, as
she sat slumped against the wall of her room, her focus was directed
at the small object in her hand. The silver piece of metal had sharp
coldness to it as she twisted it between her fingers. The ring was
completely smooth except for the shallow engraving of the Sirafell
Coat of Arms - her father's coat of arms. Her father had once told
her that the ring was actually made of iron and only silver plated on
the outside. It symbolised that the Illyari were the hidden guard,
the Emperor's invisible army. He had also told her that the ring had
been soaked for a day and a night in the Emperor's own blood.
So
that his blood is always on our hands, as is his life.
Lia
clenched her fist around the ring. It seemed that now her father's
blood was on the Emperor's hands.
I
swear I will make you pay. She
grit her teeth as the images of her dead parents came to her mind.
Somehow, in some way, I will make you cry as many tears as
I have.
“Lia!
Are ya joinin' us tonight?” called a female voice from behind
her door. She could hear doors opening and shutting as people began
to make their way downstairs.
“I'll
be down in a minute!” she replied, tucking the ring - which was
attached to a chord around her neck - back under her shirt. She
inhaled and exhaled deeply a couple of times and tried to smooth out
the anger and hatred from her face. When she thought she felt ready
enough, Lia pushed herself off the ground, grabbing her coat before
heading out of her door and onto the landing. She joined the other
patrons all heading downstairs and towards the common room. Every
evening at the Jolly Trout every able person would head to the common
room for an hour or two of entertainment, which mainly consisted of
singing, playing music, sharing stories or most especially, dancing.
Ascerians and most mountain people were infamous for being extremely
social and their evening's of getting to know each other was
considered an important part of their day. Despite her current mood
of wanting to strangle the closest living being or at least shutting
herself away from the world, Lia was obliged to attend these
gatherings lest be frowned upon. She had been able to avoid it on the
first night of her stay because she was ill, but to continuously do
so, especially after the visit from the Illyari would be seen as rude
and suspicious.
Downstairs
was abuzz with a general sense of happiness and festivity. These
people did the same thing every night yet still showed up with the
same vigour and excitement as if it was their first time. The great
hearth in the adjacent dining room was roaring and gave off a
wonderful warmth; the light from its flames casting dancing shadows
upon the walls of the common room. Some mountain man had pulled out a
flute and had begun playing it and skipping around the room. The
people, all mostly older men and a few women, began to dance around
him to the music. Some clapped their hands and some chanted a song,
but Lia went to sit by the side with the only other person who never
danced, Ehander, the inn keeper.
“Hello,
Lia,” he said, smiling at her as she sat next to him.
“Hey,
Hans,” she smiled back at him. She watched as he turned back
towards the festive crowd, a wistful expression sliding across his
face.
“Why
don't you join them?” she
had asked on her second night joining them.
He
had smiled at her and said, “I've tried a few times.
But.. I'm just too slow and unsteady on ma feet. I just end up
gettin' in the way and ruinin' it for everyone.”
He
had been born with a shorter leg, he had told her later, and had been
hobbling his entire life.
“Why
are ya sitting out?”
he had asked her.
“I
have a... weak stomach.”
“A
weak stomach...?” he had
looked at her with a dubious expression.
“Yes,”
she laughed nervously, “I vomit easily. If I tried dancing, you
would end up with a slippery floor.”
In
all honesty she just wasn't in the mood to attend these atrocities
let alone participate in them. Though, she had become somewhat
friendly with Ehander over the past three nights that they had sat on
the sidelines, often chatting, and she had been able to gain snippets
of news from him. By now someone had pulled out a harmonica and the
crowed was now engaged in some sort of stomping activity. Lia
inwardly frowned in distaste.
“The
blizzard seems to be calming down,” she said.
“Hmm?
Oh, yes. We're enterin' what we call Fillanver, or the calm between
the storms. Here in lower Jiandri's Teeth, when a blizzard calms
there is usually a window of nine ta fifteen days of light or no
snow. Ya'll probably see most of the patrons here leavin' ta continue
their journeys, and new people enterin' the inn.”
“Ah,
I see. It would probably be a good time for me to leave too then,”
she mused out loud.
“Probably,”
he replied, “but I would leave quickly while there's still
light snow. The mountains are more dangerous than usual.”
“More
– argh!” Someone had nearly stomped on her hand. Lia
shook her fist at them but they had already moved on. Shaking her
head, she turned back to Hans. “More dangerous...?”
“Mmm,
ever since it's become widely known that the Emperor intends ta wage
war on Ascerai, things have become more volatile. I've heard that
he's goin' ta make the official announcement soon.”
Lia's
fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the Emperor's name.
All
he wants is violence. All he wants to do is kill.
Her
nails dug into her palm, Calm down. Calm down.
“A
war with Ascerai? I thought the Averence was against the idea?”
She kept her face directed at the stomping crowd. Calm down, calm-
“Haven't
ya heard? The Averence is dead. No one stands in the Emperor's way
now.”
“Dead?”
Lia thought back to when she had been lost in the mountainside.
"The...
ence... dead."
The
tower clock was too far for Lia to hear what the time keeper was
saying. Gusts of wind were also blowing some of his words away. Lia
could only tell that someone had died, but who?
"...
the Clock... eeper of ti..."
Lia
strained to catch his words.
"Tallon...
Darr... ied... time... stop!"
Tallon
Darr? The Averence? Dead?
“Oh
yes! I remember,” She had been too concerned with her own
survival too care much about it then, but now it did strike her as
strange. “How did he die? It's so sudden.”
“I
know,” Hans shifted his position so that his feet weren't so
close to the happy stompers. “They say that he was taken by a
deadly illness and that the rest of his family lie in critical
condition.”
“But
he would have had access to the best doctors, and even sorcerers.”
How could one of the most powerful Liandorean men, an Architect and
a
member of the Noble Houses, just die out of an illness?
Ehander
shrugged, “It must have been a terribly strong illness. I mean,
what else could it have been? The Emperor would never lie about the
Averence, everyone knows how close they were. They say that the Emperor's grief was
inconsolable.”
Lia
closed her eyes and leaned her back against the wall. “I
suppose you're right.”
"Tallon...
Darr... ied... time... stop!"
Suddenly
the man jumped from the tower clock and plummeted to his death.
Lia
sat up again, “The time keepers!”
“What?”
“I
saw one jump off his tower clock the day the Averence died.”
Ehander
nodded, “It's their custom ta do that. Every time keeper kills
himself when the Averence dies, so that no-one except the new
Averence can restart the clocks.”
Lia
shook her head in disbelief, “They can't all have jumped; they
can't all be that loyal!”
“I
know, I thought that was weird too.” Ehander looked around and
lowered his voice, “I was talkin' ta a witch who had stayed
here fer a night and she had said that she'd been curious too. She
told me that she went up ta a fallen time keeper and found traces of
magic.” He leaned in closer to whisper to her, “She said
that she thought they might have been bound by a blood oath.”
Lia
gasped quietly, “You mean they were compelled to jump? With
blood magic?”
Ehander
nodded gravely, “It seems so.”
She
shivered and pulled her coat closer around her. She had spent most of
her life in Jallon, Nordyire, a place filled with festivity, laughter
and warm weather. She had never expected Liandor to be such a harsh
and unforgiving place.
The
crowd had stopped dancing and most had lined the walls so that they
could get a view of the latest spectacle. A young man in the middle
of the room was hopping on one foot and clapping, he hopped forwards
and backwards and left and right. The crowd cheered as he changed
foot and began to hop in precarious positions, at one point swinging
his body forward, his face almost skimming the floor. The crowd oohed
and ahhed.
Ehander
had joined in with the clapping and cheering and Lia could only bring
herself to clap feebly.
“Isn't
he just great at Sriansar?” Ehander's younger sister, Clarith,
the serving girl joined them, her face flushed from all her previous
stomping.
“One
of the best I've seen in a while,” agreed Ehander. “What
do ya think, Lia?”
“Srian...?”
“Sriansar,
the dance Carsander was doin',” said Clarith.
The
crazy hopping...? thought
Lia. “Oh yes, he's uh, great.” She gave them a weak
smile.
The
crowd gave a whoop as the young man called Carsander hopped while
somehow slapping his palm on various sections of the floor.
Clarith
looked at her excitedly, “After this it's the singing!”
Lia
groaned inwardly. The singing was always the worst because she was
actually expected to take
part.
***
Lia
trudged wearily back to her room. Her eyes were heavy with sleepiness
but she needed to start planning for her departure. Sitting on her
mattress, she grabbed her bag and fished out the instructions and
maps that her father had left her. Her father had told to go to
Ruthen in Ascerai, to meet a man that he trusted. According to what
Ehander had mentioned in previous conversations, the Jolly Trout was
situated on Ascerai's side of Jiandri's Teeth, and that it was on a
lower area of the mountainside. This meant that the tunnel had taken
her much further then she had originally thought, and that Ruthen
wouldn't be as far as she had feared. If she left tomorrow or the day
after then she might even make it there before Fillanver ended. She
put her hand to her throat and felt the ring through the fabric of
her shirt.
Ma,
Pa, just wait. I will make him pay for what he's done. Somehow, in
some way, I will make him pay.
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