Sobbing met his ears as he looked around the cell. It was different than the one he had been in. This cell had a table and chair and bed instead of a stone table. It also had an occupant. A man was seated on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, and it was he who was sobbing. His hair was white, but when Frank took a step into the cell and the man's head snapped up at the sound of the door closing, Frank barely kept himself from cursing. This man was Anmah. What was an Anmah doing here? When the man saw him, he scrambled backward until he hit the wall. "You are Anmah! Who are you?" he gasped. "My name is Frank Mistri. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" "I am Debhida. I am here to provide sport for the Takosa and Dirack. Why are you here?" "Sport? How do you do that?"The man had relaxed slightly, and he shrugged. "I am set free every night at last light for the hunt, and every night they try to kill me. I cannot die anymore, though. I can only suffer. They will do the sa
"I am sorry, Ga'briyel," Debhida said, softly laying his hand on the other's arm. "I did not mean anything by it." Frank shrugged him off. "Just leave me alone." Instead, Debhida sat next to him. "Where would I go?" he asked quietly. "When we get back to Mirstone, you can go home," Frank answered. "I cannot. I have to fight, Debhida. For Yisu knows how long, I have to fight and die and hurt and kill." He laid down on the ground and sighed. "I need to sleep, Debhida. I have not had a full night's sleep in at least four days." "I will let you sleep then, Frank Mistri. Hopefully we are far enough away from that place that nothing will find us." "I truly hope so, Debhida."The next morning, Frank watched as the sun rose to his left over the mountains. He shifted his sword into position at his hip, glanced at Debhida, and turned west. He knew that Dinton and the others would have left their camp days before, but he hoped to catch them at Mirstone before they set off for home. He did n
“Wise or not, it is what I have to do.” He glanced at the other. “It is bad enough when I die, but if Dinton or Tero or, Yisu forbid, Sophyra dies, I will go insane. If I have to continue with this fight, I will do it alone.” He caught his breath. “I do not know any other way, Debaduta.”“I understand, Captain, I do, but I still think you are being foolish.”“You are probably right, but I have no choice. I must do this.”The Debaduta walked beside him for a few paces and then said softly, “How will you survive, Sainika? I do not mean that you will die between here and there, but you will starve, and you will be thirsty, and if you try to walk through these mountains, you will freeze. You have no horse, no coin, and no supplies. How do you plan on making it to Neyagin with nothing?”Frank stopped and glared at the spirit. “How far is the volcano from here?”“As the raven flies? About three hundred leagues, but there are many obstacles in the way. These mountains for one, and the Anupa
“Of course not! We will stop at Torkeln on our way, and she will stay with my parents.”“No, Ga’briyel!” Sophyra said wide-eyed. “I will not leave you!”“You must, my heart. You cannot travel where we are going when you are with child. It will be bad enough getting you back to Torkeln.” He kissed her. “Do not worry. I will be back with you as soon as possible. I promise.” Dropping one hand to her belly, he gently caressed it. “I will not risk your life or the life of our child.”“I can help you with your journey, Captain Mistri,” Manali said as she reached underneath her cloak. She pulled out a scroll and handed it to him. “This is a map that shows the way to Neyagin. The Dirack eggs must be destroyed within the next five moons, and it will take you three to reach the volcano. Perhaps four. You must leave soon if you are to keep this evil from being born.”“I know, Manali, but I also need to rest. At least tonight and quite possibly all day tomorrow. As I said, we will leave the day a
“Yes, Your Majesty. The other captains went home, but I have sent for them, sire. They should be here soon.”“No matter. You need to go home first, anyway.” Tomas smiled. “I can smell the horses from here, Captain.”“I am sorry about that, sire. I was told to come straight here.”“Who are these others with you, Captain?”Frank looked behind him and gestured for the other three to join him. Sophyra stepped up to his left, and the boys moved to his right. “These boys are Mathi and Zahin, sire. I have been told that Mathi is essential to my quest, sire, and Zahin as well.”“By whom were you told this, Captain?”“A priestess of Yisu named Nikale, sire.”“A priestess? So you are saying Yisu Himself wants these boys with you?”“Yes, Your Majesty. That is exactly what I am saying.”“Hmm.” Tomas’ eyes moved to Sophyra. “And this lady, Captain?”Frank grinned and took Sophyra’s hand. “This is my wife, sire. Sophyra Mistri si’Adama.”“Your wife? When and where did you marry, Captain?”“More tha
"Just do what you must, Frank Mistri," Tomas said, laying his hand on his captain's arm. "I admit that I do not understand everything that you are or that you must do, but I understand enough that I will not stand in your way. Do you need any additional men?""I do not know, sire. May I think about it?""Of course. Let me know by tomorrow so that I can make plans.""Yes, Your Majesty."Tomas smiled then. "Now go home, Captains. Be with your wife, Captain Mistri.""Regretfully, sire, I cannot. I must speak with Ma'ikel. There is much he needs to know, sire.""Very well, but I would not keep that beautiful woman waiting too much longer, Captain, if I were you."Frank smiled as he and the other two dropped to one knee. "I will keep that in mind, Your Majesty," he said.When they rose, Jarda said, "If Your Majesty has no more need for me, I would like to go home as well.""Go, Jarda," Tomas said with a wave of his hand. "Get to know your daughter.""Thank you, sire," Jarda said as he also
"How do you know, Frank?""How do I know anything, Siskaska? I just do, and I have a strong feeling it will be soon." He drew his sword slowly, and Ma'ikel gasped when he saw the glowing white light of the blade. "Yisu blessed my sword, Ma'ikel. It will absorb the flames of Dirack, but will it protect me from a Sarpa's venom? I do not think so. I think I must die in excruciating pain again. I just pray that when I wake up it is gone." Then Frank moved to the door. "I want to go home, Ma'ikel. I want to be with my wife and forget about what I am for one night. I want to be normal." He froze with his hand on the handle. "What would Yisu do if I just decided not to be Sainika anymore? Would He call someone else? Would I be able to have a normal life with my wife?""I do not think so, Ga'briyel. I do not think you can just decide not to be what you are. I am sorry, my young friend." Ma'ikel's voice was thick with regret, and Frank nodded once before leaving the room. He walked down the si
"Yes, Captain Mistri?" The man's apprehension surrounded Frank and he scowled."Fix the bag." That was all that was said before the Anmah stormed out of the room, snatching a wooden sword and staff from their holders as he left. Sophyra and Dinton followed him silently. Frank stopped in the center of the grounds, dropped the weapons, and proceeded to work his way through the weaponless patterns. These were not the beautiful, flowing moves that Sophyra was used to seeing, though, and after Dinton kissed her cheek and left, she seated herself on the platform, her feet dangling over the edge, and watched her husband. Each move was clearly designed to hurt someone or something. Frank violently fought with his imaginary opponents, kicking and punching and throwing them with as much intensity as he had shown at the bag. When he completed all the patterns he started them over. Four times he went through the set until sweat was streaming down his torso and his arms and legs ached. Even then h