CHAPTER VIII
Terror Unleashed
Aerien sat with her hands clasped upon her lap. She smothered her cloak gently as she waited and dreaded for her call at the same time. The cloak was blood red in colour which she had picked it up when the guards were not looking. The cloak kept the Sword hidden under it. She kept glancing at the door, expecting to see the guard. But after all that she had been through recently, she was ready to face anything.
“Come with me. The king wishes to have an audience with you.” At last the guard came.
She stood up and walked towards the door. Four heavily armed soldiers were waiting for her. They probably didn’t take her as lightly as others seemed to take her. As she walked towards the court in this awkward procession, she hardly paid any attention to the surroundings. The King of Honsule had told her about the alliance of King of Folvar with Abadon. But now, presenting herself before this King was least of her concern. They would recognize the sword eventually and she would be put into the prison. They wouldn’t dare to execute her before Abadon himself examines her. What troubled her was that Abadon was rising again. Today. Even now, Urkbane could have started the process. She had no time to find out how and when.
“So this is the prisoner.” The king said in a bored voice. He was a short plump man with balding hair. He leaned upon the chair in a half asleep manner.
“What are the charges upon me?” Aerien spoke in a calm voice.
“You have been found with Gealethwen, The White Witch as some call her. What do you have to say about that?” His commander spoke in place of his master. He was a tall man with sharp features. He was wearing full armoury and he liked his lips every time he spoke. Somehow he reminded Aerien of a sly fox.
So they don’t know about the sword yet.
“I was caught involuntarily. As your soldiers might have reported, she was trying to seizure me.” I was trying to escape when you soldiers captured me. So you see, I am innocent.” Aerien replied in a childish, high pitched voice.
“Innocent or not we shall see. But the question is, what did she desire from you?” The commander pressed.
“That my lord, I am myself not aware of. I was just passing by when I was attacked.” She lied.
“Is that so?” He asked, licking his lips. Aerien could see that he did not buy the story. “So you really do not know why she captured you?”
“No.”
“What is your name?”
“Mary.”
“Mary what?”
“Mary Lennon.”
“So Mary Lennon, what were you doing in the forest?”
“Walking.”
“Walking yes, but why?”
“I had to go somewhere and my horse was lost.”
“Stupid girl…where were you going?”
“To the other side of the forest.”
“On the other side of the forest but where?” He asked, now irritated.
“To visit my grandmother.” She replied, trying not to smile.
The commander considered that for a moment. He seemed to have more questions. But he decided otherwise. Aerien was relieved. He had not demanded her to be searched.
“Take her to the guest room. You know which one I mean. Let her stay there until I decide what to do with her. We have to attend some…err…guest for the present.” He commanded the guard. Aerien noticed that he said the word guest sourly like they were unwanted. She wondered who these guests were.
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