“Very well,” the queen said when he had finished. “King Copernus, please, come forward so I may speak with you.”
“I am here,” Antonil said, bowing low. “What do you require of me?”
“Did you have any part in the serious transgression that transpired here?” she asked.
“Your majesty, I was merely an observer. Those that saved Bernard are members of a fallen guild of Veldaren and hold no loyalties to me.”
The queen nodded. They could see her mind racing behind her eyes.
“My guards also tell me,” she said, “that these newcomers claimed the burnings and murders as their own deeds. Do any here dispute this?”
“It certainly casts doubt on Bernard having a hand in any of it,” Tarlak dared say. The queen frowned at him but held her tongue.
“Your majesty!” a voice shouted from behind them. The guards stepped apart as Hayden came hurrying through, clutching his holy symbol that dangled round his neck. He stopped at the queen’s side and bowed. When finished he pointed straight at Tarlak and smiled.
“It is him,” Hayden said. “He harbors the murderer, a member of his Eschaton mercenaries. They came into my beloved home, killed more than twenty of my priests, and escaped with the aid of him and the elf.”
The queen’s face darkened, and it seemed she aged yet another ten years.
“Is this true?” she asked Tarlak. “Is a member of your mercenaries murdering in my city?”
The wizard chuckled a bit, just quiet enough for Harruq to hear.
“No, your majesty,” he said. “No member of my Eschaton has done what you accuse.”
“He lies!” Hayden cried.
“Enough!” the queen shouted. “I want all involved in halting Bernard’s execution arrested. I will speak with them myself. As for you,” she said, bidding Bernard to rise. The priest did as he was told, offering a slight bow with his head.
“Yes, your majesty?” he asked.
“If you are guilty of these crimes, I pardon you of them. If you are innocent of them, then I ask for your understanding and forgiveness. Your priests have little to do with the chaos flooding my city, and I will not shed your blood in a pointless display.”
“I am humbled by your grace,” Bernard said, bowing again, this time much lower. Meanwhile Hayden seemed ready to explode in anger and frustration. He moved to speak but a single glare silenced him. The queen appeared to be in no mood. Without a word, he stormed off. The queen whispered an order to her guard, and as one they returned to the castle. Most of the lingering soldiers joined them, while a few others left for their homes and families. When they were alone, Harruq smacked Tarlak in the shoulder.
“No member, huh?” he asked.
Tarlak laughed. “I told you he wasn’t one any longer. We’ll reinstate him once this has blown over. Told you, I wouldn’t lie.”
“Such deception is close to a lie,” Aurelia said.
“Yeah, well, may Ashhur forgive me,” Tarlak said with a wink. “Now let’s get our friendly priest here back to somewhere warm and safe.”
They returned to their camps, and at their arrival many of the other priests of Ashhur, haggard and exhausted, lit up with new life at sight of their teacher. They cheered and sang songs of joy and triumph. Harruq, however, had little heart for it. He and Aurelia sneaked out from the tents, and with a little magic from Aurelia, passed through the two walls and out to the surrounding fields. With a few blankets for warmth, they huddled together and stared at the stars amid the quiet.
“I was wondering,” Harruq said as she nestled her head against his chest. “What would you have done if they decided to execute you?”
Aurelia shifted a little. “Knocked a few guards around, teleported out of the city, and then waited for you and Tar to find me.”
Harruq chuckled. “Good to know. Of course, I would have gone barging into the prison where you were held, smashed a few skulls, and ended up trapped there while you escaped all easy and magically.”
“And then Tarlak would have saved your butt and together you two would have fled, finding me,” the elf said. “See, the plan still works.”
“Excuse me,” said a soft, feminine voice from their side, startling both. They glanced over and saw Mira, her arms tucked behind her as if she were a little girl approaching a stranger. Her deep black eyes kept trying to meet Harruq’s gaze, but every few seconds she flitted them down to stare at her feet.
“I’m sorry to bother both of you,” she said. “I knew you’d be out here, because Aurelia, you’re magical and I… I’m sorry, I’ll go.”
“No,” Aurelia said, standing and offering her hand. “Stay with us. What brings you out here?”
“I won’t stay long,” she said, her whole body tilting forward so her black hair could cover her face. “I have something to say to Harruq. It’s stupid, though. I don’t think it means anything.”
“Just say it, girl,” Harruq said, trying to make his gruff voice sound soft as possible. “I’ve heard stuff from Tarlak far dumber than anything you could say.”
Mira smiled. “My mother said that this world needs a sign of faith,” she said. “I think it’s you.”
Harruq raised an eyebrow. “Um… huh?”
Her smile faded. “I told you it was stupid,” she said, turning to go.
“Wait,” Aurelia said. “Ignore my idiot husband. Is that all you have to say?”
Mira crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
“No,” she said. “Mother hasn’t given up on us yet. It’s not hopeless. We can survive, we can live.” She suddenly looked up and stared at Harruq with incredible intensity, her eyes wide and her lips quivering as if her entire world depended on the half-orc’s next answer. “Do you believe that?” she asked. “I need you to believe that.”
He might have joked or laughed, but she was too serious, too intense, for him to do so. He felt his chest tighten, and he found himself uncomfortable and nervous.
“Yes,” he said. “I do believe that. I’ll die fighting to prove it.”
Mira smiled. He felt both their tensions ease.
“Good,” she said. “That’s all I needed.”
She turned, lifted her arms above her head, and then vanished in shimmering mist of shadows and smoke. Harruq stared at the grass until Aurelia nudged him with her elbow.
“Hrm?” he asked before realizing she was staring at him. “Oh, heh, that was odd, wasn’t it, Aurry?”
“I’ll say,” Aurelia said, trying to read her husband’s reaction. “Is something wrong, Harruq? You seem… not troubled, but like you’re arguing with yourself, and I would appreciate knowing why.”
“It’s nothing,” Harruq said.
“You’re lying.”
“Fine. It is something. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
Aurelia nudged him again. “Wife, remember?”
Harruq sighed. “Fine. It involves Bernard. He was willing to die for you. I need to talk to him, that’s all. Thank him.”
“You’re still holding back,” Aurelia said as she laid her head against his chest. “But I’ll let you get away with it for now.”
They let their conversation slip to lesser things, and from that, fade into nothing, just quiet comfort as together they shared the night.
T he next morning Harruq wandered through the camps, but after an hour of nothing, he finally asked one of the other priests.
“I believe he went to where our temple used to be,” the priest said. “I’m not sure the reason.”
Harruq thanked him and headed into the city. The people in the streets parted ways for him, several glaring at the very sight of him. He found this mildly interesting. Was it because he was from Neldar? An Eschaton? A half- orc? Or just armed and dangerous?
A passing child was kind enough to answer for him.
“Orc bastard!” he shouted.
