Chapter
11
After
a week of hardly any sleep, the Emperor sent for me.
“Are
you feeling well, Kkachi?” he asked me when I arrived. His voice
was full of concern.
“Yes,
Your Majesty, I’m quite well.” I replied quickly with a bright
smile.
“Hmmm,”
Father murmured, not appearing convinced, “I’ve been told that
you have been having trouble sleeping. Are your quarters
satisfactory?”
“Oh
yes, Your Majesty,” I exclaimed, “I’ve never been in finer
rooms and Nalda always makes sure that I want for nothing.”
“Perhaps
you are still getting accustomed to your new surroundings. Must be
uncomfortable sleeping in a strange place?”
I
thought of those black figures that plagued me during the night.
“Yes.”
“How
about you take a trip into the Capitol to visit your Grandparents,”
the Emperor offered.
A
spark of energy coursed through my blood at the thought of seeing
them again. “I should like that very much, Your Majesty.”
“I
shall have a litter prepared then.” Father’s eyes crinkled in the
corners in a wide smile as he gazed down at me. “You can leave
today if you wish.”
I
bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Soon
after I had taken my leave of the Emperor, and with very little
delay, everything was ready and I was being carried away in a litter
with a couple of guards trailing behind on their horses. We had
hardly made it out the gate when I was already wishing to mount one
of the guard’s horses. The litter was going so slow.
But
my head ached, and it was cool and quiet in the litter. Before long I
had fallen into a restful slumber.
I
had no idea how long I had been sleeping, but I was awakened by a
heavy jolt. The guards had lowered the tram and I could hear many
voices clamoring outside. It sounded as though we had reached the
Capitol. But the guards remained still and were talking in low tones
amongst themselves.
Burning
with curiosity, I peeked through a slit between the shades. A crowd
had gathered in the market square and the way was blocked.
“Guard,”
I called out, startling them out of their discussion. They turned
their heads in unison to glance at me, then back at one another.
One
approached me. “Your Highness?”
“What’s
going one?” I asked.
“There
seems to be a bit of a commotion and we are unable to make our way
through.”
“Why?
What’s happening?”
The
guard raised his head and strained his neck to see. “Appears to be
a kind of fight going on, Your Highness.”
I
glanced up quickly, my interest peaked. Could it be my lads? “I
want to see.”
The
guard looked doubtful. “Are you sure, Your Highness?”
“Quite
sure.”
The
guard grunted hesitantly but helped me out of the litter
nevertheless. The rest of the soldiers were already attempting to
push back the crowds of people, giving me enough room to pass
through. A few eyes darted at me, shooting off fierce glares, then
turning quickly to opened-mouths of shock when they saw my palace
clothes. The electricity that had been pulsing through the crowd died
down to a whisper of tension as I continued to pry my way through.
At
last I stepped to the front. And was astonished at the scene that met
my eyes.
There
stood a group of boys, fists raised, all panting and grinning in
vicious glee. And in the midst of the straggle, lay a child all
sprawled out on the dirt of the street, unconscious, with black
bruises covering his thin arms and legs. He looked to be no more than
five years of age.
A
tall brute of a boy stepped closer to the boy, his foot poised and
ready to kick.
“Hey!”
I yelled.
The
group of boys raised their heads and turned to me. They took one look
at the guards and bolted suddenly, pushing in a panic through the
throngs of people till they were out of sight.
“What
is the meaning of this?” I demanded as I rushed to the child and
examined him. Though half-starved and badly beaten, the young boy had
not sustained any serious injuries. I was about to call for a healer,
when an old man stepped forward and bowed deeply, the rest of the
crowd quickly following suite.
“Forgive
me, Your Highness,” he murmured, “for not greeting you with due
ceremony. No one alerted us of your arrival. I am the governor of the
Capitol.”
I
nodded briefly. “Who is this child? Why was he treated so?”
The
governor stroked his long, white beard slowly and sadly. “The poor
lad is the son of a deceased witch. Many of the villagers will have
nothing to do with the child.” He shrugged casually. “They are
all quite superstitious.”
“Not
a single soul has helped him?” I asked, tears pricking the corners
of my eyes.
The
old man gave a slow, hesitant shake of his head. “No. Not since his
mother died. I’m afraid the child has been without a home these
past few weeks.
I
looked down at the small head lying in my lap. He was so thin I could
see the bones sticking out through his thin clothes. His breathing
was unsteady and came out in rasping gasps.
My
heart tightened at the sound.
Silently,
I lifted the boy in my arms. He was so light that he hardly weighed
more than a sparrow. I turned to the nearest guard.
“How
soon till we reach my grandparents?” I asked him.
“Not
for another hour, Your Highness.”
“That’s
impossible,” I cried, “they live not a few minutes from here.
This poor child needs medical assistance!”
“Your
grandparents have been relocated to a fine mansion on the other end
of the Capitol, just outside the borders of the city,” the guard
explained, “His Majesty did so as a reward for keeping Your
Highness well and in good health all these past years.”
For
a few moments I paused to think. I wished to take care of the poor
child as soon as possible. Grandmother was an expert healer. But she
was another hour away, at least. The palace, on the other hand, could
be reached within a few minutes – if I took a horse.
“I
will not be needing the litter,” I told the guard, “Please lend
me your stallion.
With
some hesitation, the man brought his animal over to me. Carefully, I
placed the boy in the saddle, tying my sash about his waist and
around the horse’s neck.
“Hold
him,” I commanded to the waiting guard as I lifted my foot into the
stirrup. Mounting quickly, I grabbed the reins and clicked my tongue.
Instantly, the horse began to trot as we made our way through the
maze of people bargaining among the market stalls. Once we were
through the gate, I kicked the stallion into a gallop which the
animal managed with ease.
As
the wind coursed over our faces, the boy began to shiver. “Mama…”
he whispered, snuggling closer against my chest.
My
throat tightened. “Hang on, child,” I pleaded, “We’re almost
there.”
Coming
around the final bend, we were within sight of the palace wall.
Desperate with hope, I urged the horse faster. We broke to a sudden
stop at the entrance, sending pebbles flying everywhere. Throwing the
reins to an official standing nearby, I dismounted and gathered the
boy in my arms.
Ignoring
the curious looks tossed my way, I carried the boy to my chambers.
Nalda was making up my bed when I entered. She gave a start, when she
saw us, and dropped the sheets.
“What
happened!” the old woman exclaimed as she rushed forward.
“He
was beaten in the streets,” I explained as I let her help me lay
the boy onto my bed. “I couldn’t leave him. He has no one, not
even a place to stay.” I glanced up at Nalda over the child’s
head. “He lost his mother a few weeks ago.”
“The
poor dear,” she crooned, “I’ll take him to my room once the lad
has rested.”
“No.”
I shook my head. “I will look after him.”
“But
Kkachi, dear,” Nalda objected, “You are in ill health. And the
banquet is not far off.”
“My
headaches are gone.”
And
as I stared at the lonely figure that was sprawled out on my bed, I
realized I had spoken the truth. My fierce headache had completely
disappeared the moment I had picked the child up back in the
Capitol’s square.
I
got up and prepared a bowl of warm water. Sitting back down beside
the little boy, I wiped down his small body with a damp cloth. After
all the dirt and grime was gone, I redressed him in some of my clean
clothes. Nalda’s eyes followed me throughout my ministrations, her
gaze burning into my back. But after a while she gave a
half-convinced sigh.
“You’re
certainly able to move about more quickly than usual,” she grunted,
“but possibly that comes from seeing your grandparents.”
Keeping
my gaze fixed on the boy, I replied, “I didn’t get to visit
them.”
“What?
Why not?”
“Because
I needed to attend to him immediately. There was no time for social
visits.”
“This
wasn’t a strict social call,” Nalda stated, “and isn’t your
grandmother an herbalist?”
“Yes,
but she lives too far away for me to take him to her. The boy is
running a fever, Nalda,” I explained worriedly, “Grandmother
would have wanted me to see to the child first.”
The
old woman grew silent. Then I felt her warm palm rest on my shoulder
for a moment before she rose and stepped out of the room, leaving me
with the sleeping boy.
Looking
up, I saw moonlight stream through the open door. Night had fallen
already. I shuddered and gazed warily about the room, searching for
the eerie shadows, that had been visiting me lately every night, to
appear. However, I could not see any, not even in the darkest corners
of the room. But it was still early.
All
night I tended to the boy. His forehead was hot with fever and he
shivered violently under the many blankets piled on him. I dabbed at
his flushed face with a damp cloth many times, and rubbed his
ice-cold feet vigorously in an attempt to bring the fever down.
And
all night those shadowy creatures stayed away. Not one entered my
room.
Around
the middle of the night, the fever finally left. I must have dozed
off afterwards, because the next moment I woke up to see the young
lad sitting up and staring at me. His eyes were a bright, jeweled
green. And his gaze was rather severe, as if he was judging what he
saw.
“A
good thing I came,” the boy whispered to himself.
“You
were injured,” I explained, “I brought you here in order to help
heal you.”
The
boy looked about the room, his eyes growing darker as his pupils
dilated. His gaze shifted constantly, as if he was seeing past what
could be seen.
“What’s
your name?” I asked.
“Usan,”
he replied quietly, “Where am I?”
“In
the palace.”
The
boy’s face grew dark. “You were in grave danger,” he told me,
“they were trying to steal your soul.”
I
blinked. “Who were?”
“The
Incarcerates.”
“Who?”
The
boy turned to look at me with surprise. “You don’t know?” he
asked, before continuing on to explain, “they are captive demons,
summoned and commanded by a person that stills dwells among the
living. A person with unnatural power.”
I
gave a shaky laugh. “You must still be feverish,” I said while
trying to gently push the boy back onto the pillows, “rest and
regain your strength.”
“Can
I stay?” he asked softly, his voice trembling weakly.
“Of
course,” I replied assuredly, “as long as you like.”
“Long
enough to get rid of the demons?” He asked. “It’s what mother
would’ve wanted me to do.”
“Sure,”
I said, playing along, “but no demon chasing until you get better.”
“I
don’t need to chase them,” the boy said, closing his eyes
sleepily, “my presence is enough to keep them at bay.”
I
smiled as the child fell into a peaceful, feverless slumber.
******
“Here.
Eat this.” I laid out a tray full of hot, steaming food on the bed
before propping the pillows up behind Usan’s back.
The
boy tasted the food before, after a couple bites, diving right into
the meal.
“Is
it good?” I asked with a grin.
Usan
lifted his head sheepishly after shoveling in a mouthful. With a
swallow, he said, “Yes … Thank-you.”
“Good.
I’m glad.”
Usan
cocked his head to one side. “I forgot to ask you last night.
What’s your name?”
I
hesitated. Already I was growing fond of the boy. Usan had such a
sweet, frank way about him and I didn’t want that to change once he
discovered that I was a princess.
I
opened my mouth to tell him that is was Kkachi, when a voice
resonated throughout the room.
“Princess
Forsythia?”
Lady
Moon-sol stood in the doorway, her eyebrows arched and her gaze
settling on Usan.
I
started. “I’m terribly sorry,” I apologized, rising to my feet,
“I forgot that we had lessons today.”
“Apparently.”
I
glanced over at Usan, who seemed unfazed at me being a princess and
quite fascinated by Lady Moon-sol. His eyes never left her face. Lady
Moon-sol’s own locked with the boy’s and held as they scrutinized
each other. After a few moments, she huffed and turned away.
“We
must start, Your Highness,” the Lady remarked while gliding across
the room to the tea set, “it would be best for the child to leave.”
I
looked down at Usan, who had finally torn his eyes away from Lady
Moon-sol and was now staring up at me, silently begging me not to
send him away.
“Is
it alright if we have an observer,” I asked, causing Usan to grin.
Lady
Moon-sol sighed deeply. “I suppose there can be an exception this
one
time,” she emphasized, while beginning to prepare the tea, starting
with her blessing as always.
Finished,
Lady Moon-sol was just handing the tea over to me, when the cup was
suddenly intercepted by Usan, who immediately raised it to his lips
and took a small sip.
“No
one should drink the tea, except the one to whom it was offered,”
the Lady cried in an outrage, glaring darkly at the boy. She rose
abruptly and faced me. “Your Highness, I insist. The boy must
leave.”
“I’m
sorry,” I apologized while rising to face her, “but I’m sure
that Usan meant no harm. He will learn with time – just as I did.”
Lady
Moon-sol raised her brow. “Am I to understand that this – waif
– is to remain with you, in your quarters?” she asked.
I
squared my shoulders and raised my chin. “Yes. And I would take it
kindly if you would not address him like that.”
Lady
Moon-sol stepped back with a huff. “Forgive me, Your Highness,”
she spoke icily, “but I am unable to conduct our lessons if this
boy remains.”
“Surely
he can stay in my chamber,” I objected, “he will be really
quiet.” I looked down at Usan, who was nodding back vigorously.
“It
is impossible.”
“Well
…” I paused as I thought about how much I needed to learn. The
banquet was tomorrow and I still felt ill-prepared. However, Lady
Moon-sol’s manner towards Usan made me uneasy. “Is there no other
way?” I asked.
“I’m
sorry, Your Highness,” she replied coolly, “but our lessons
together cannot resume unless it’s just the two of us. It ensures
privacy and you need complete concentration. There can not be room
for distractions.” She eyed Usan pointedly.
“Very
well,” I said, “then consider our lessons cancelled. I have
enjoyed our time together and will treasure your wisdom.”
Lady
Moon-sol’s face paled. “But, Your Highness,” she stammered,
“you can not afford to back down. There is still far too much to
learn. What will the Emperor say?”
I
met her eyes calmly. “I abide by my decision.”
Lady
Moon-sol hesitated for a second. Then composing herself, and with a
slight lift of her nose, she curtsied while muttering, “Very well.
Goodbye, Your Highness.” And with that, she swept out of the room,
the door banging loudly behind her.
As
soon as she was gone, I heaved a loud sigh and thumped back into my
cushioned chair.
“Thank
you,” Usan whispered, “you didn’t have to do that.”
I
smiled cheerily back at him. “It’s okay. I’ve been longing to
toss her out since the day I met her.”
“No,”
the boy corrected, “I meant that I still would have been able to
protect you.”
I
frowned. “Protect me from what?”
The
boy raised his eyes and looked at me curiously. “From the curse of
course.”
“What
curse?”
Usan
opened his mouth to explain. But just then Nalda entered the room.
“Did
you see Lady Moon-sol?” she asked, slamming down her tray, “she
was terribly discourteous to me, bordering on insolent, I’d say.”
“What
did she do?” I asked.
“Stopped
me in the middle of the corridor and started talking about your
safety. That you were under some sort of spell. Mentioned something
about a witch’s boy and how he will bring darkness upon the entire
palace,” Nalda scoffed, “Not only that. She even dared to
insinuate that you might not be in any danger after all, but that you
were the perpetrator of such schemes. Can you imagine!?”
I
laughed uneasily. Usan said nothing, but kept his gaze down on his
tea.
“Anyway,”
Nalda continued, “I was most civil, but how my blood did boil.
Etiquette teacher indeed. She needs a few lessons herself.” She
looked over at us and noticed how quiet we’d both become. Nalda
raised a brow. “What did
cause Lady Moon-sol to be so upset?”
I
bit my lip. “I discontinued my lessons.”
“What?
Why?”
“She
didn’t want Usan to be in the room.”
“That’s
all?”
I
nodded slowly.
“That
… that woman must be out of her mind,” Nalda cried, “if a
princess has a request, then one is obliged to fulfill it, regardless
of whether it be against policy, rules, or etiquette. Always rank
over traditions.”
I
chuckled in relief. “I’m glad you think so.”
She
turned to face me seriously. “It’s not what I think. It’s the
law.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“So,
I can ask you anything and you would have to do it?” I asked with a
slight smirk.
“Of
course, I …” Nalda paused, her mouth open. Then she turned to me
with a spark in her eye. “Don’t you take advantage of a poor old
woman now.”
“She
won’t,” Usan spoke up for me.
I
looked down at the young boy and caught a smile spread across his
face.
I
grinned. “He’s right.”
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