Robert felt pain, tremendous pain, and then darkness.
13
They stayed at the Williams’ home for three days, letting Sandra fully recover. Jerico repaid their kindness as best he could by working in their fields. Truth be told, he enjoyed the simple work, knowing that in planting a few seeds and yanking out some weeds he wasn’t making a mistake. He had no decisions to make. No lives to endanger.
By the third night, Sandra could walk without a limp, and she’d clearly grown restless remaining indoors. The air was fairly warm, and Jerico sat with her on their porch, looking at the stars.
“Feel like I’m constantly in the way,” Sandra said, leaning her head back and sighing. “They’re good people, but I’ll be happy to leave.”
Jerico chuckled.
“Well, that answers the question I was going to ask.”
She glanced his way, raised an eyebrow.
“Which was what? If I wanted to stay with them?”
Jerico shrugged.
“It’s a good life, calm, even if it is a bit meager. Cobb says he could find you a husband without too much trouble.”
The way her eyes bugged out, Jerico realized he’d made a mistake, though he’d be damned to know what it was.
“Is that what you think I want?”
“You wanted a life away from your brother. Well, this is one, and Cobb has offered.”
Sandra crossed her arms and sighed.
“You’re ready to leave, aren’t you?”
Jerico stared at the sky instead of meeting her gaze. Only a few clouds dotted the horizon, and they made the expanse of stars look that much larger.
“I must. Arthur needs my help.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
Jerico knew he could not lie, but what was he to say when the answer was both yes and no?
“Part of me does,” he said. “But what I do…and with the dark paladins hunting me…you’ll never be safe, Sandra. Not ever. I’m not sure you’re ready for that life. And I know for certain you don’t deserve it.”
They fell silent. Inwardly, Jerico berated himself for broaching the subject so poorly.
“You said part of you,” Sandra said, breaking the silence. “That means part of you wants me with you. Why?”
Jerico ran a hand through his hair. Battling wolves and dark paladins was easier. And made more sense.
“I enjoy your company,” he said. “I feel happier around you.”
“I barely know you, Jerico. What we have…I’m not sure it’s what you think it is.”
Jerico shifted, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
“Then consider me a dreamer, as well as someone willing to find out. But I can’t see you hurt again. I’ve lost nearly everyone dear to me. My friends, my teachers, they’re all gone. Even Darius rushes to his death at the towers. I can’t go back to Durham, -the closest place I’ve had to a home-for fear of Karak’s paladins finding me there. I’ll forever be on the run, forever alone. Except for you, and because of me, you nearly died.”
“So for fear of losing me…you’d rather give me up willingly to a plain life, and then never see me again?”
He shot her a look.
“You make it sound so stupid.”
“Maybe because it is?”
He laughed.
“Then I’m getting good at doing stupid things. Perhaps that’s why I’ve survived where others have fallen. It’s always the idiot that lasts the longest.”
Sandra shifted over so their legs touched, then wrapped her arm around him and laid her head against his shoulder.
“You’re not an idiot.”
“Sure about that?”
She kissed his cheek.
“Absolutely. So what do we do now?”
He gestured northwest.
“Assuming the situation remains unchanged, Arthur’s still besieged at the Castle of Caves. Other than myself and your brother, no one is coming to help him.”
“Do you think you can really accomplish anything on your own, Jerico?”
“No,” he said, smiling at her. “In fact, I expect to do little more than die while trying to get inside.”
“Then why do we go?”
“Because I should. Because I think that’s where Ashhur wants me to go. And because I can’t let what happened to Stonahm go unpunished. Not after what they did to Beth…”
She ran a hand lovingly across his face, her touch like lightning.
“Well,” she said. “It’s a fool’s errand then. Good thing that’s what you do best.”
“You’re the one traveling with a fool. What does that make you?”
She kissed his lips.
“Figure it out,” she said before going inside.
D arius was torn between apprehension and relief when he finally reached the Gihon River. His journey was almost over, and he would obtain an answer to his dilemma. Either they’d rescind the bounty, or remove his head. Obviously Darius preferred one over the other, but he had no intention of spending the rest of his life as an outlaw. If they decided to kill him, then so be it. They’d only perform the execution Jerico had stayed.
He set up camp by the riverside. Night fell as Darius waited for a boat patrol to pass. When the stars reached their fullest, he felt an itch in the back of his mind. He shifted and pointed his sword toward the tree line. Valessa stepped out, the smile on her face doing nothing to diminish the madness in her eyes.
“Where is it you go?” she asked as she paced before him. Darius kept ready in case she attacked. A shiver ran through him as she passed through the trees. He was haunted by a phantom, but her daggers were so very real.
“If I tell you, it’d ruin the surprise.”
“You know you’ll make a mistake eventually. Ashhur cannot protect you forever.”
The paladin shrugged.
“Doing fine so far. Course, I’m not eager to wait forever. Strike at me, Valessa. Let’s have another go. Or would you rather skulk and hide until I die with gray hair on my head? What will you then tell Karak when you return to the fires of the Abyss? That you thought your revenge best served when I was so feeble I couldn’t lift my sword? At least you sent Grick to your god. I’m sure he’ll be a very impressive sacrifice…”
Darius thought he’d finally goaded her into another fight, but then he heard the sound of men from the water. Glancing back, he saw torches burning in the hands of four men. They’d seen the light of his campfire, so far from civilization, and were crying out in greeting.
“You won’t be safe with them,” she said as the boat drifted closer to shore. “They’ll put you in chains, without that damn sword of yours. Then I’ll have all the time in the world, Darius. All the time I need to make you suffer for what you’ve done to me.”
She fled back into the darkness of the forest.
“You flung yourself against my blade,” he said sighing. “You, not me.”
He walked to the water’s edge and waved to the four men.
“Well met,” he said, his voice carrying. “I hoped I might come across one of your boats. Which tower do you hail from?”
