Jarvit

Jarvit Ch12 p1

Chapter Twelve

           

She who speaks first will be the mother of the Hearer.

Jarvit registered the Worthy’s words then heard a woman’s cry.

            ‘Jarvit? Is that you?’

            He who speaks first is to be the father of the Hearer.

            Jarvit recognised the woman’s voice and his heart lurched.

            ‘Silva,’ he whispered. He realised how much he had missed her since he was taken from D’Braggatio’s house.

            ‘Can anyone get this beast off me?’ Jarvit looked down at the man lying under Holen’s huge velvet paws. He hated him. Jarvit knew from the Worthy’s words that this man now meant more to Silva than he did. Jarvit felt a ball of rage knot up in his throat; this man was Silva’s partner, the father of the Hearer.

‘Is Stew? Stew what you are doing out in dark? Is not good I am thinking.’

            ‘Ils? Ils!?’ Jarvit was shocked to hear his kind familiar voice right at that moment.

            ‘Ya is me. Perhaps you are telling your cat to please be getting off my friend?’

            ‘I’m hungry,’ Holen snarled. ‘Could be I’d like a bite out of one of D’Bragattio’s minions.’

            ‘Being such a minion he is not,’ Ils clambered down from the wagon and clasped Jarvit in a close hug. ‘Stew, is really you and we are being to find you. Having questions like you are not to be believing. Is all friends here, good people ya. You trust Ils?’

            Jarvit wavered for a moment. His hatred of the stranger clouded his thoughts.

            ‘Yes, I trust you. Holen please release the vermin.’

            ‘I don’t like him, he smells wrong,’ said Holen as he stepped back off of the man’s body. He continued to watch and snarled whenever the man made to move. Jarvit noticed that there were figures climbing down from the wagon.

            ‘Jarvit!’ Silva cried and flung herself at him. He was stunned.

            ‘Silva? Is it really you,’ he held her away from him and turned her to the lantern light. The woman sounded like Silva and yet she looked different.

            ‘Jarvit I’ve been so worried about you. So much has happened and now you’re here I don’t know where to start.’

            ‘Anyone care to start by getting this beast to let me alone? I don’t like the way he’s eyeing me if I move.’ the man on the ground urged.

            ‘Beast! I could tear you limb from limb in an instant,’ snarled Holen.

‘Oh Jarvit don’t let your friend hurt the Eorl, he’s on our side,’ Silva begged.

‘Let him alone Holen, please. We need to find out what’s going on here,’ Jarvit said. Holen sniffed and issued one last low growl before stalking back to stand beside Jarvit, twitching his tail in anger.

‘I’ll give him beast,’ he muttered under his breath. The Eorl heaved a sigh of relief and stood up rubbing his bruises.

‘So this is him is it? The one all the fuss is about,’ the Eorl’s voice sounded proud and hard.