Resistance (Ilyon Chronicles Book 1) (44 page)

Saluting again, he backed out of the tent. When the flap had fallen into place, William sank into his chair and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Oh, Lord, thank You for sparing my daughter,” he breathed.

Not more than a few minutes later, footsteps approached the tent. Marcus ducked in first, Liam on his heels. Marcus’s brows
were furrowed, while Liam wore a wide-eyed look of worry as they faced their father.

“You have bad news?” Marcus asked.

“Yes.” Though Kyrin lived, it was hard news to deliver because, unlike him, they would not understand it, and they would surely have questions he could not easily answer. “I’ve just received word from Valcré. Apparently, Kyrin has renounced Aertus and Vilai and…” He hesitated. This part was all wrong. “She attacked the emperor.”

“What?” Marcus’s eyes grew wide as he glanced at Liam. “It can’t be.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

Marcus shook his head. “But
…how could she do that?”

William winced at the confusion in his son’s eyes.
Let this provide an opening for the truth.
“It’s what she believes.”

It’s what I believe
, wanted to come out with it, but he couldn’t shock them further. There were better times and ways.

Marcus stood processing it for a long moment. He shook his head and murmured, “I can’t believe she would do that.” Then something seemed to occur to him. When his eyes returned to his father, pain had taken the place of confusion, but his expression was one of acceptance. “What’s been done with her?”

William glanced at Liam. He had yet to say a word, but he didn’t appear nearly as accepting as his brother. Fear made him look more like an uncertain young boy than the tall man he’d grown to be.

“She was scheduled for execution,” he told them, “but managed to escape.”

He watched both their reactions. Liam didn’t hide his relief, letting go a pent-up breath, but Marcus hesitated. Certainly, there was relief, but his strong sense of duty was winning the struggle. This hurt William almost as much as Liam’s fear. He couldn’t be more proud of his son’s work and dedication, but why must it be so misplaced?

“I’m sure the emperor will do whatever he can to find her,” Marcus said, though his voice wasn’t as strong as usual.

Liam gave him a disbelieving look but said nothing. Marcus didn’t seem to notice, asking, “What about Kaden?”

William shook his head. “I didn’t hear anything about him.” But how he ached for his middle son. How was he coping with this? He’d never known closer siblings than Kyrin and Kaden. And how much longer until he too was found out? Surely, the emperor would have suspicions about him.

Marcus gave a slow nod. “Has word been sent to the General?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll go find out,” Marcus said in a calm and controlled voice.

William watched his son leave. He didn’t have to be there to know how his father-in-law would explode in fury and surely blame him for passing on the traitorous bloodline of his father.

Left alone, he and Liam just looked at each other. Oh, to know what his son was thinking. He appeared to be fighting for understanding, as William knew he would. He and Kyrin had always been close, too. Of everyone, it would probably be the hardest for him to accept.

“Do you really think she attacked the emperor?” Liam spoke at last.

The entire barracks might believe him to be slow, but Liam had plenty of smarts and knew his sister well enough to see the lie right in from of them. William glanced at the tent flap.

“No,” he murmured.

“Neither do I,” Liam said, bringing a hint of a smile to William’s lips. With hope in his eyes, he asked, “So…she’s safe?”

“As far as I know.”

Liam nodded with a glance over his shoulder. “Good.”

Kaden wouldn’t do it. He was done with Tarvin Hall. Done with the emperor. Done with everything. Now that Daican had nearly murdered his sister, he wanted nothing to do with anything the man stood for.

He’d refused to attend any of his classes since the day of Kyrin’s arrest. Hour after hour, he sat alone near the outer wall of Tarvin Hall. Sometimes he didn’t even come in for meals. Two guards stood nearby, always watching to make sure he didn’t do anything “foolish.” Different men rotated through this position, but Kaden never took much notice. Whatever happened now, he didn’t care.

Midday and lunch hour had already passed when he glanced up to see Sam crossing the courtyard. But even the sight of a friend couldn’t lift his dark mood. The talcrin paused to speak with the guards and then approached him, saying openly, “Kaden, it’s been five days. You’re just going to have to accept this and move on.”

Though said purely for the benefit of the guards, Kaden still didn’t like to hear it and scowled. Sam knelt in front of him.

“Listen to me,” he said in a much lower yet deathly serious tone. “You really do need to stop sulking around and get back to your studies.”

Kaden glared toward the Hall, but had enough sense to keep his voice down. “I won’t do anything that serves the emperor.”

“If you want to see Kyrin again, you’ll have to,” Sam said firmly. “Those guards over there are watching you for one reason—to see if you believe the same as your sister, and you’re well on your way to convincing them you do.”

“So why don’t they just arrest me?”

Sam shook his head. “Either you’re fortunate enough for them to think Kyrin’s beliefs were exclusively her own, or they’re biding their time. Kyrin’s near execution was a turning point in this country. Things are beginning to happen that I’ve feared for years. The emperor
is focused on his plans, but don’t think he won’t eventually remember you exist. That’s why your situation is so dangerous. You’re running out of time. You must convince them, Kaden. Convince them you don’t need to be watched so closely. We can’t get you out of here unless the emperor calls off his men. Do you understand that?”

Still stewing over Goler’s visit to Marlton and his own inability to prevent such visits, Trask returned home to the castle in Landale and went straight for his father’s office. He acknowledged Morris with a friendly greeting and then stepped inside.

“Trask,” Grey said as he rose from his desk. “Goler was here to see you this morning. He brought word of a young woman who escaped execution in Valcré after refusing to worship the emperor’s gods.”

“I heard. I was at Marlton Hall when he showed up there looking for me. I hid in the kitchen while he talked with Anne.” He scowled at the memory. He should have just faced the man there.

“He mentioned stopping by again this evening. You should go before he returns.”

Trask shook his head. “I’m not going to hide from him. This is my home, and I have a thing or two to say to him anyway.”

Grey sighed and rubbed his red-rimmed eyes with his fingers. “I just think it would be better to avoid the confrontation. I don’t want to see you arrested.”

“He doesn’t have anything on me
…yet. Nothing he can prove.”

Grey put his hands out, his voice strained. “But how long until he does?”

Trask released a sigh of his own. He did hate to cause his father such concern and didn’t like the way it weighed on his health, but he felt too strongly about his work to back out now. Before he could reassure him, Morris’s gray head poked into the room.

“Excuse me, my lords. One of the servants has just informed me that Captain Goler is here to see Lord Trask.”

“Guess that settles it,” Trask muttered. He cast a glance at his father’s tense face and strode out of the room. His father followed just behind. When they stepped into the grand parlor, Goler stood in the center of the room with his hands clasped behind his back and his jutting chin tipped up as if he were the baron. It was tempting to punch it back into place. Trask flexed his fist.

“Captain Goler, what a surprise,” he said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Goler snorted. “I stopped by earlier.”

“So I heard.”

“Where were you this morning?”

Trask folded his arms and leaned casually against an armchair near the giant stone fireplace. “Out.”

“Obviously, since you weren’t here when I called,” Goler replied tightly. “So again, I ask, where were you?”

Trask shrugged and studied the designs in the rug. “I have people to see, places to be.” A cold smile grew on his face as he lifted his gaze. “Running Landale takes work, after all.”

Goler’s eyes darkened, matching the walls. “You’re avoiding the question. I want to know specifics.”

“And I,
Captain
, have no obligation to report my activities to you.”

At this reminder of his low status compared to Trask’s, Goler’s face turned as red as an ember. Catching the way he gripped his sword scabbard with whitened knuckles, Trask had no doubt the man wished to run him through where he stood. He almost dared him to try.

His voice taut, Goler said, “You won’t tell me because you’re hiding something.”

“What, pray tell, might I be hiding?”

A little of Goler’s fury finally slipped, and he snapped, “An escaped prisoner, for one thing!”

Trask straightened. He was quite tired of this captain coming onto his father’s estate and accusing him, whether or not the accusations held any truth.
Like he’d told his father, the man had no proof to base such accusations on. “What would make you think I’d hide an escaped prisoner?”

Goler stepped up to Trask, their faces only inches apart. Trask’s fist closed again. Any closer and he’d hit him.

“Because that’s just the sort of thing you would do.”

“And you know me that well, do you?”

“Well enough.”

“You’re wrong,” Trask responded evenly. “
I
am not hiding any escaped prisoner.”
Yet
.

Goler scowled. “I don’t believe you.”

Trask leaned a little closer. “Suit yourself.”

The tension built between them, but Trask wouldn’t back down. Not here
in his own castle. Fortunately, his father stepped in before things could escalate to the point of violence.

“Captain Goler, I’m quite certain my son isn’t hiding the girl. I would be aware of such a thing.”

Goler just glared past the baron at Trask with a look that clearly spelled murder. One of these days, they’d have it out, and it would probably end with one or both of them in the ground.

“Very well,” Goler conceded through clenched teeth. “I’ll expect you to report any information or suspicious activity you might come across.”

“Of course,” Baron Grey said, and Goler took his leave, stomping out of the room.

Silence settled, and Grey turned. “You shouldn’t provoke him.”

Trask frowned deeply. “He shouldn’t be coming in here making accusations. He’s a despicable individual.”

Baron Grey just shook his head and released a wearied breath, but his eyes sparked keenly. “You’re not hiding the girl, are you?”

“No,” Trask answered. “Not yet anyway. She’s in Marlton with Anne. She’s going to stay there a couple of days before coming out to camp.”