‘
Use it?’ Celene asked almost afraid to ask what she meant by that.
‘
You do not need to know,’ the watch guard replied appearing somewhat uncomfortable with the question.
‘
Do not tell me that I do not
need
to know,’ Celene hissed with exasperation. ‘This is not the time for riddles.’
‘
And I give you none except to say that you must trust me,’ she repeated herself, still hesitant to tell Celene for the Lady of Gislaine might balk outright at the suggestion or worse yet, attempt to stop her from attempting it. ‘If we are to get out of here, we must apply all our resources to escaping so that we can help Arianne. They know you as the Lady of Gislaine and a member of the King’s Circle. They know you would not debase yourself in trying to seduce them. They do not know me so they may believe it.’
Celene opened her mouth to protest but caught herself in time. Melia had proven to be a trusted ally during this entire quest and Celene supposed that trusting her in this matter was the least she could do to show her faith in the watch guard. Besides, she could not disagree with Melia’s logic. She would rather die fighting than raped and despoiled by
Balfure’s savage creations.
‘
I trust you Melia,’ Celene said after a brief pause. ‘Can I help in what you plan to do?’
‘
Unfortunately not,’ Melia said with a little smile, grateful for the trust for it was no small thing to earn Celene’s respect especially after the betrayal they had suffered from someone so close to them. ‘I’m afraid this is work not worthy of the daughter of Angarad or more specifically, the Lady of Gislaine.’
Celene did not understand but then she did not need to.
‘Alright then, do what you must.’
‘
Thank you,’ Melia replied before returning her thoughts to the matter at hand. ‘Wish me luck.’
Celene nodded as Melia turned her attention to the door and called out, attracting the attention of the guards at the door. One of them peered their brutish face through the opening in the door and seeing that she had caught their interest, asked to see their captain. She spoke in the common tongue but it was obvious that they understood her.
He entered the room a moment later, a sight to scare Celene who had faced far worse in her lifetime. Tall and muscular, his neck was thick and his face just as fearsome and ferocious as the Berserkers she had fought during the battle of Astorath. The two women felt like dwarves next to him. There was no way they could hope to overpower him on equal ground and yet if they did not, they would face a nightmare far worse than any death imaginable.
‘
What is it you want?’ He growled, his sharp teeth showing as he made the demand. His voice was like a snarl and the rest of him was savagery given form.
‘
I do not wish to die,’ Melia said simply, her tone was smooth, with a quality to it that was different from her usual speech, almost husky. Inwardly, however, the watch guard was fighting her fear because she was damn near terrified of what could happen if this went wrong
‘
You won’t die,’ he laughed wickedly, his eyes glimmering in twisted suggestion. ‘You two are the only females there are for my men, we will keep you alive for many, many years, or at least until we acquire more.’
Celene felt herself blanch at the thought and prayed silently to all the
Gods that this plan of Melia’s worked because being kept alive for the sole purpose becoming the Berserkers’ sexual relief was enough to make her blood run cold and long for death. The idea of being violated by this creature was threatening to force any sane thought from her mind.
‘
I would come to you willingly if you do not harm us more than necessary.’ Melia offered seductively, forcing herself to remain true to her course, no matter how much his closeness unnerved her.
Celene had to admire Melia’s ability to play the part before this Berserker Captain because she certainly would not have been able to manage the pretext of going with these creatures willingly, not while there was breath in her body. She almost demanded Melia to stop this insanity but then remembered her promise to trust the watch guard.
‘Willingly?’ The Berserkers captain stared at her with uncertainty. ‘What difference does that make to us? We will take what we want anyway.’
‘
You can do that,’ Melia agreed, aware of the dangerous tact she was taking but somehow she had to inspire this captain’s interest. ‘Or you can let me show you a world of pleasure beyond your understanding. Why do you think human males are so devoted to their wives? Love? Love is for fools. I am talking about lust, pure, dark and savage, the kind that makes the body scream for more. I can show you so much pleasure that your mind will know nothing but hungry craving and when that craving is beyond endurance, I will satisfy it with all the skill at my disposal.’
‘
This is a trick,’ the captain snorted in disbelief, yet there was a glimmer in his eyes that resembled interest. ‘You are attempting to escape.’
‘
I can show you,’ Melia suggested, her eyes still fixed upon his own beneath their heavy ridges. ‘Keep my hands tied and give us some privacy and I will show you just how much of this is a trick.’
By
Celestial Gods, Celene cried out silently in the confines of her thoughts. She was succeeding! This Berserkers actually
believed
her!
The captain of the Berserkers stared at Melia for a second, trying to decide whether or not her offer was genuine. For a few seconds, nothing was said by anyone in the room although both Melia and Celene were holding their breaths in anticipation of his answer. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached down and pulled Melia to her feet by the collar of her shirt. The watch guard stood up shakily, uncertain whether or not she was happy that he had fallen for her ruse. Without speaking, he dragged her out of the cell into the larger room outside. There were three Berserkers there already. Two were playing sentry outside their cell and one who was standing guarding at the door to this room. All turned their attention to Melia and the captain as he dragged her to the centre of the floor and lifted her roughly onto the table.
‘Show me.’ He demanded.
‘
Tell them to go away,’ Melia replied glancing at the other Berserkers in the room. ‘This is not to be done for an audience, just you.’
She gave him the same smile that she had in the cell, the one that promised all sorts of pleasure if he submitted to her small request.
‘I do not need to be untied,’ she added, just to give him reassurance that she was powerless against him. ‘Just a little privacy.’
He considered her words for a short time before barking at the others in the room in words she did not understand but was clear enough when they started towards the door, sniggering to themselves with all kinds of derisive innuendo. Melia braced herself for what she needed to do and hoped it would succeed because in her experience, men did not take rejection well and
one who had been led as this one had, would not hesitate to kill her for the insult.
The first thing he did once they were alone was tear open the buttons of her shirt, exposing her breasts to him. She could tell he liked what he saw by the quickening of his breath. Melia was sitting on the table; her legs spread slightly apart as the captain took position between them. His hand reached for her skin and kneaded the flesh hard. Melia almost gagged from the sensation but swallowed away her disgust. She smiled at him, pretending that his touch produced pleasure and that smile impacted upon him oddly; he did not know what to think. It was clear this Berserkers had never been with a female of any kind and was trying to satisfy his curiosity with her.
Unfortunately, this was as far as she was going to allow him.
Without any warning, Melia lifted her legs up to either side of the captain’s neck. She grabbed hold of his head with her feet. In one swift but brutal show of strength, she twisted sharply once her hold was secure and, before he had any opportunity to push her away, snapped his neck with a terrible crunch of bone. He fell to the ground without uttering a word and Melia exhaled sharply,
relief escaping that held breath. Climbing off the table before the Berserkers at the door noticed what she had done; she saw their weapons on a table at the far end of the room. It appeared the Berserkers was going to divide them as spoils.
Melia found her sword and
used it to cut the bonds around her wrists. It took some manoeuvring to accomplish that but once it was done, she gathered their weapons and returned quietly back to Celene’s cell.
‘
I’m back,’ Melia announced as she entered the cell.
‘
Where is he?’ Celene asked, not wanting to know what Melia did to acquire her freedom, not if her exposed chest was any indication.
‘
Enjoying my seduction,’ Melia said wryly as Celene stood up and faced her bound wrist towards the Watch guard so that she could be freed of them.
‘
I will not ask,’ Celene declared as she took her sword from Melia once she was freed and Melia was fixing the buttons on her clothes.
‘
Don’t,’ Melia showed her disgust without shame. ‘When this is done, I shall have to bathe for a month.’
‘
We can go up that way,’ Celene pointed to the hole in the ceiling. Obviously the Berserkers never thought they would be able to use that as an escape route if their hands were tied.
‘
Good,’ Melia replied glancing past their cell door. ‘I don’t relish facing those Berserkers when they find out what I did to their captain.’
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Escaping from the hands of the Berserkers was not as difficult as it appeared; however, finding Arianne was another thing entirely.
The city of Sanhael was largely intact despite its state and had sunk to the bottom of a chasm following the Primordial Wars. Judging by some of the cracks weeping with water, behind the rock was the
Brittle Sea . It would only a matter of time before it claimed this city like the rest of the undersea caverns. How this place had survived was a freak of nature but they supposed the Enemy had never intended on remaining here for long, only until its foul plan reached culmination with the birth of Arianne’s child.
Unfortunately, their efforts to find the Queen of Carleon were hampered by the fact that their escape raised the alarm throughout the city, forcing them out of it until they could regroup and consider what was to be done. The underworld beneath the Frozen Mountains seemed to be a series of caves that intersected with the remains of Sanhael and both Melia and Celene came to the decision to find someplace to hide until the Berserkers stopped searching for them.
Once it was safe to do so, they would continue their search for Arianne, though neither were blind to the difficulty of that. Celene had no idea whether it was nearing the full moon or what the Enemy’s plans were now that Syphia had Arianne in her power. Celene knew she was still alive but the closer they approached the ritual that would see her child’s soul replaced with that of Mael’s, the greater the possibility became that she might take her own life to save Avalyne.
Slipping into the passages that led away from the city, Melia suggested they retraced their steps into the city, in the hopes that it might provide them with some clue as to where Arianne had led. They made their way down the meandering cavern of rocks and twisting pathways when suddenly voices were heard from the further down the passageway. Voices in soft tones were echoing down the narrow confines of rock. Melia and Celene took cover immediately, not prepared to be discovered, at least not until they went after Arianne.
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‘
Something draws near,’ Aeron announced to the Circle as they made their way down a passage of rock they had discovered to be full of tracks. Whether or not they belonged to Arianne or Celene was difficult to say for there were many of them but at least they were fresh.
With Tamsyn’s guidance, they had left the Frozen Mountains and crossed the canyons known as Maelog’s Tears to reach the Pit. The city of Sanhael that was driven into the earth following the Last Battle between Maelog and the
Celestial Gods, lay waiting beneath it. Descending into its darkness with ropes, the journey down was perilous and Tamsyn had promised to summon the griffins when they were ready to leave. Dare had wanted to approach Sanhael without being seen and flock of griffins would not go unnoticed.
Once on the ground, they avoided entering the city proper, choosing to use it tunnels to make a stealthy approach as well as search to find Queen and her companions.
‘What?’ Dare asked, unsheathing his sword and looking ahead with deadly intent. Since descending into this stygian world, his fears for Arianne had increased a thousand fold and he was eager to find something so that he could flay its skin from its body to learn the whereabouts of his wife.
‘
I am not certain,’ the elf’s brow knotted in confusion as he replied in a puzzled voice, ‘I do not sense it as danger though.’
‘
Isn’t that a good thing?’ Kyou quipped.
‘
Could it be Arianne?’ Dare asked hopefully but knew it could not be that easy. Not after tracking all these weeks.