The Sword of Truth

consulted.”

“Funny that you should talk about trusting his instincts,” Lee remarked. “When I first met Kaylia, I told her that it was the one thing I did trust. Still, he is inexperienced. Instincts are no substitute for good judgment. I hope mine is good enough.”

“You do show wisdom, my lord,” yawned Millet. “Occasionally. But you should learn to accept that some things are beyond your control.”

Lee chuckled. “Anyway, we’d better get some rest. Goodnight, Millet,” said Lee.

“Pleasant dreams, my lord,” he replied.

Chapter 10

Gewey woke up early and donned his robes. Millet and Lee were still sleeping. Not wanting to wake them, Gewey went to look around the temple. He wandered the narrow corridors for a while until he found his way back to the main hall. The dawn light shone dimly through small windows set high on the surrounding walls. The gold statue of Ayliazarah glowed eerily. As Gewey approached it, he felt a cold chill that made the hair on his arms stand up.

“I was just about to wake you,” said Salmitaya, appearing from the direction of the staircase. “We’ll leave in just a bit. Would you like breakfast before we go?”

“No, thank you,” Gewey replied.

“You should eat,” she insisted. “Please join me.” She motioned for Gewey to follow, and led him back to the same chamber in which they had eaten the night before. Waiting at the table were a bowl of porridge and a glass of apple juice.

“Good to see another morning person,” Salmitaya said with a smile. “Poor Celandine and Maybell simply hate an early rise.” She pointed to the food. “Please, Brother. I hope you don’t mind porridge. Last night’s fare was more lavish than we usually have. I’m afraid this is a bit more like what we’re accustomed to lately.”

Gewey nodded. “This is perfect, Holiness. I love porridge and juice.”

“Before these dark times plagued this place, I had good friends here,” she said. “In private, they called me Taya. I would have you do the same. Maybell refuses and Celandine, well…to get that girl to speak more than a few words would be a miracle.”

Gewey blushed. “I would be honored. What are we going to do today, Holi-Taya?” he asked after swallowing a large mouthful of porridge.

“The same thing I always do when I see Governor Mattlin,” she answered. “I’ll ask for the littlest thing, and he’ll act like I just told him the city is on fire.” She suddenly looked dismayed. “How’s your porridge, Brother Gewton?”

“Delicious,” Gewey replied, but even as he said it he began to feel dizzy. He tried to stand up, only to stumble into the wall.

Salmitaya made no move to help him. She smiled a sinister smile. “Is something the matter, my child?”

“You…” was all Gewey could manage to say before he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Salmitaya got up and stood over Gewey. “Such an attractive boy,” she said, as two city guards entered the room. “Bind him, and take him to my carriage.” The guards nodded and dragged Gewey away.

“Such a pretty, pretty boy,” she said and laughed softly.

When Gewey finally awoke, it was to utter darkness. He feared he had been blinded until he realized he’d simply been blindfolded.

He couldn’t initially remember what had happened to him, but then it suddenly came rushing back- Salmitaya! She must have drugged him. But why? His body was seated upright, and when he tried to move, he found that both his hands and feet were shackled. He tested them, but they were too strong for him to break. As his head cleared, he could sense that he was in a wagon or carriage moving steadily along.

Gewey’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Salmitaya’s voice. “I see the young prince has awakened. Wonderful! I was getting lonely.”

“What’s going on here?” Gewey asked angrily. “Why did you drug me?”

“Why, why, why. With youth, it’s always why,” she mocked. “It’s actually the how that’s more interesting to me.

“One bite of that porridge should have been enough to put you to sleep for twelve hours,” she continued. “But you, my pretty young friend, ate nearly the entire bowl-yet here you are, awake after only six hours. Do you know what that makes you?”

“What?” growled Gewey.

“A mystery,” she replied. “One that I intend to solve before I deliver you.”

“Deliver me to who?”

“All in good time,” said Salmitaya.

‘Six hours,’ he thought. ‘She has a six hour head start. That’s nothing for Lee.’ Then it hit him: ‘They won’t expect me back until after nightfall. By then, who knows where we’ll be?’

“I get the shackles, but why the blindfold?” asked Gewey. “What are you afraid of me seeing?”

“Afraid? I wouldn’t go so far as to say afraid. But given how much moonbane root it took to knock you out, you clearly warrant a little extra caution.”

“This won’t work, you know,” Gewey said. “Eventually, my friends will find me.”

Salmitaya snickered. “Your friends are dead. Lee Starfinder, Millet Gristall, and that wretched elf are all dead. They died the moment you were taken.”

Hearing the names of his friends and her knowledge of Kaylia’s true identity sent fear into his heart. Still, he was defiant. “You lie!” he shouted.

“Of course I’m not lying,” Salmitaya replied. “How do you think I know your true identities, Gewey?”

“How do you know who we are?” he asked, trying not to let the fear show in his voice.

“You keep asking the wrong questions.” she said. “The inexperience of youth is so delicious.”

Gewey recoiled as he felt her hand on his chest.

“Do I make you nervous?” she asked, laughing lightly as she withdrew her hand.

“You make me sick,” he said, his skin crawling. “You’re evil.”

“What does a farm boy know about evil?” she asked. “I’ve seen real evil, child. The elf you were traveling with-you know, the one the guards killed this morning.” Her tone was amused, yet filled with hatred. “She was evil.”

“Kaylia is not evil, you witch!” Gewey raged. “She is good and kind, and a thousand times better than you’ll ever be!”

Gewey’s ears rang as he felt the impact of Salmitaya’s hand across his face.

“Never compare me to an elf again,” she warned. “Or this trip will get very unpleasant.”

Gewey felt a touch of satisfaction at making her lose control.

“How long will this trip take?” he asked.

“Finally,” said Salmitaya, her voice having calmed. “It appears I’ve knocked some sense into you. That is an excellent question. One your mentors would be proud that you asked. Gather information slowly, boy. Don’t ask the big questions right away like ‘why are you doing this?’ or ‘where are we going?’. If you want to try and escape, it’s the little details that will help. Unfortunately for you, I already know this, so you won’t be getting any details from me.”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” Gewey said, shaking his shackles. “Why not tell me?”

“I’ll tell you what,” she replied arrogantly. “You get to ask one question and one question only.”

Gewey thought hard, but he couldn’t come up anything he thought would help him. “Who are you taking me to?” he asked finally.

Salmitaya shook her head. “Disappointing. You ask a question you already know the answer to.”

“Tell me,” Gewey demanded.

“I would hate to deny him the pleasure of proper introductions,” said Salmitaya. “So instead, I’ll answer your