anything, he carried hope that it would not be Karak’s arms he went to upon his death. He would not spend eternity in a darkness lit only by Velixar’s glowing red eyes.
And now, when he sought only to help, only to repair, he instead found the angels ready to give him the death they’d declared him free of all those years ago.
“We’re not going to be safe,” Tessanna said, absently tossing kindling onto their fire. “Azariah knows where we live.”
“You think they will come hunting for us?”
Tess shrugged.
“I don’t know. You won’t tell me everything, so I must guess. But something’s wrong, I know that. Mordeina should have felt peaceful, but instead it felt…”
She shook her head, struggling for the right words.
“Like everyone was holding their breath,” Qurrah said.
“Yes, like that. Like everyone must keep one eye on the sky.”
Qurrah thought of the paladins who’d fought in Ashhur’s name, now secluded in their Citadel. What would Jerico think if he walked through those streets? What would he have said if he’d stood there in the middle of the angels’ council and saw them nodding as simple farmers asked for the death of their fellow man?
“If they come for us, you’re right,” he said. “Our home isn’t safe.”
“Then where is?”
Qurrah remembered King Bram’s words when they’d last spoken at the bridge, when Antonil’s army had come marching.
“We first refused to stand by Bram’s side and condemn the angels,” he said. “I think I might be changing my mind…”
Qurrah had never been to the city of Angkar, and now that he had, he wasn’t impressed. Its walls were tall, but Veldaren’s had been taller, and Mordeina had multiple walls built close together to form brutal killing lanes. There were no special defenses, no significant battlements. No, the only thing that impressed Qurrah about the seaport was that it had escaped the Gods’ War so thoroughly unscathed. When other countries and cities had fallen, it had thrived, which spoke to the careful manipulation of its ruler, King Bram Henley.
“The walls will mean nothing to men with wings,” Tessanna said, taking in the city beside him from the worn road leading to the main gates.
“It’s not the walls,” Qurrah said. “It’s who owns them. If we’re under Bram’s protection, and angels come for us, it’d mean war. Harruq won’t let that happen.”
“What if he doesn’t have a choice?”
Qurrah shook his head.
“Then all the more reason for us to be careful.”
She fell silent as they walked down the road, as if deep in thought. Qurrah held her hand, squeezed it tight.
“Must we kill them?” she suddenly asked.
“Who? The angels?”
She nodded. Qurrah sighed.
“I fear we might.”
“I don’t want to kill them. I’m scared to.”
He frowned at his lover.
“Scared? Why?”
She shook her head, and with the way she regressed into herself he knew he would receive no answer. So instead he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers.
The most immediate thing they noticed when stepping through the walls was the smell. It was of salt, sea, and fish, damp wood and overgrown moss. It was vibrant, if a bit overwhelming. Tessanna seemed to love it, though, inhaling deep and smiling. It was good to see, and Qurrah grinned despite the stench.
“It’s alive here,” she said. “So unlike Mordeina.”
Qurrah shrugged.
“Mordeina smelled better.”
She winked at him, but did not counter. The traffic was light, and merchants called to them from both sides of the road. Qurrah meant to ignore them, but Tessanna drifted away. She looked over the food and trinkets, saying nothing, only drinking it all in with her eyes. Like a child, thought Qurrah. Despite his impatience, he let her go from booth to booth. A darkness had settled over her the past few months, he knew that. What he didn’t know was why, so anything that chased it away, anything that brought out the joy he knew was buried deep within her, was something he would encourage.
At last she returned to Qurrah, a guilty expression on her face.
“I was bad,” she said. “The man gave me a shrimp because I was pretty.”
“Hardly that bad,” Qurrah said, taking her hand so they might resume walking toward Bram’s castle.
“I might have leaned forward before asking for a taste. Very far forward.”
Qurrah rolled his eyes.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You suffer well enough.”
“You say as you lean forward.”
He laughed, and she squeezed his hand
The castle had three tall towers rising from the corners of its walls. Two of them were plain enough, though the third easily stood out from the others. From what Qurrah had learned of the city when first moving into the west years ago, that tower was known as the Eye. Its door was a deep crimson, oversized and bolted shut with a blatantly exaggerated lock. Above the door were ten skulls carved out of stone, leering down as if mocking anyone who might seek to enter. All three towers had guards stationed outside, plus the main castle gate. Figuring the direct approach to be the best, Qurrah walked up to the guards at the gate and bowed low in respect.
“I’ve come to speak with your king,” he said. “My name is Qurrah Tun.”
“Sure you are,” said one of the two, snickering at him. “And I’m a bloody angel.”
The guard looked to his comrade, as if to share a laugh, then saw the wide-eyed look he was getting. When he turned back to Qurrah, his mouth dropped open a little.
“You mean, he…he’s…”
“I
“Begging your pardon,” said the other. “But he’s in the Eye. We’re never to disturb him when he’s in the Eye.”
Qurrah sighed, and without waiting for their permission he began walking alongside the castle wall toward the great red doors of the Eye. The guards hesitated, then rushed after him. Tessanna remained at his side, and she giggled.
“You scare people so easily,” she said.
“One of the few benefits of our reputation, I guess.”
“I just think it’s your glare.”
“We can’t let you go in,” the guard said, moving as if to cut in front of them yet still too frightened to do so. So instead he kept stepping in and out of their way, as bothersome as a fly.
“I’m not going in,” Qurrah said. “Calm yourself.”
This had the opposite effect.
“Then what are you going to do?”
Qurrah stared up at the Eye, noticing its various windows, all of them constructed of stained and colored glass to hide whatever happened within. Still, the glass would be thin enough for them to hear. Putting magic into his voice, he cried out, his words like that of a bellowing giant.
“King Bram, Qurrah Tun requests your presence!”
The two guards who’d been stationed before the Eye drew their weapons as the two from before clutched their ears and winced. Tessanna, meanwhile, just laughed.
“First Mordeina, now here,” she said. “I think guards everywhere will soon hate us.”
