The Unwilling Apprentice (Book 2) (7 page)

Ned vehemently shook his head and returned to pacing the room. "No, I would rather not risk Lady Martley learning of my suspicions through them." Ned halted when a memory flashed through his mind, and he snapped his head over to Hawkins. "Have you any idea what this surprise betrothal is about?"

"Again I can't answer that, but I can say I believe that that woman was as surprised as anyone to learn about it," Hawkins replied. The captain leaned over the table and narrowed his eyes. "Do you believe it's trouble for the girl?"

Ned snorted. "Trouble follows her like a shadow, and King Stephen's plans are no exception."

Hawkins pressed his lips together and shook his head. "This feels like more trouble than one of the king's ideas. Something is in the wind."

Ned paused and leaned heavily on his staff. His face held a weary expression, and his thick brows came together. "I fear you may be right, and we must stay alert for whatever befalls us." Ned turned to the door and Hawkins stood from his seat

"Are you going out to enjoy the fireworks?" Hawkins asked him.

Ned half turned to the young man, and there was a bitter smile on his lips. "These merriments are best left to the young while the old sit inside remembering fireworks long past."

Hawkins silently watched Ned leave the room, and not long after he heard an explosion far above them. The celebrations had begun.

Pat and Fred exited the subterranean world when the first fireworks lit up the sky. They stood in the disused cistern, a round mud-brick hut dug into the ground with steep, tall walls, and through the broken roof they watched as another flash of light screeched across the sky and exploded in bits of sparkling dust.

Sampson stood in the doorway of the secret entrance, a false door in one of the walls, and breathed in the fresh night air. "It has been so many years since I was outside that I had forgotten the smell." He turned and nodded at them. "If we never meet again, fare well in your lives."

"Farewell," they replied. Sampson vanished into the tunnel and closed the door behind himself.

Fred was uneasy about leaving the gargoyles. "Shouldn't we try to do something?"

"What do you suggest?" she asked him.

The boy shrugged. "Maybe try to tell the king or somebody about them? We can't just leave them down there to die."

Pat sighed and shook her head. "We took an oath to keep their secret, and I won't break mine." She scowled and leaned forward to shove her fist into his nostrils. "And if you are any man then you will keep yours."

Fred stepped back and held up his hands; his broken stick was safely tucked against his waist. "I will, I will, I was just, I don't know, just thinking-"

"-and that's where you started going wrong," Pat interrupted. She grabbed one of his raised hands and dragged him toward a flight of stairs that led up to the streets. When the cistern was still in use they were used as maintenance stairs to reach the bottom. "Now we should stop thinking and start having fun. This is my last night before my betrothal dinner, after all."

Fred paled; he'd forgotten that part of the dinner tomorrow night. Pat didn't let him mull over it. She whisked them out of the cistern and into the middle of a grand parade. Everyone was clothed in their best dresses and suits, and they all laughed and cheered with each new explosion high above them.

The youngsters dove into the revelry and enjoyed the sights big and small. From the jugglers and fire-breathers to the food vendors and dancers, nothing escaped their delight. The fireworks kept going even after they were exhausted, and the pair found themselves on the peak of a roof over a small shop close to the main square where they shot off the fireworks. Hundreds of people likewise sat on roofs and enjoyed the dazzling sight of gunpowder and lights.

Fred heard Pat sigh beside him, and looked over to see her eyes pointed up at the sky. There was a small, sad smile on her face, and tears glistened in her eyes. They sparkled when another firework went off. "You okay?" he whispered to her.

She flinched back. "What? Oh, yeah, fine." She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and snorted to clear her nose. "Just thinking about tomorrow."

"You said we weren't supposed to be thinking," he teasingly pointed out.

Pat tilted her head toward him and grinned. "I said you shouldn't be thinking. I'm wise enough my thoughts won't hurt me, nor anyone else."

"Uh-huh, so why were you crying just now? Thinking about your precious Percy back in Tramadore?" he shot back.

Pat's face flushed and she glared at Fred. "That is the complete opposite of what I was thinking!"

Fred blinked. "What's the complete opposite of him?" he asked her. She jerked her head away and mumbled something beneath her breath. He leaned in and strained his ears. "What was that?"

"I said it was..." She cut out again.

Fred teasingly raised his voice and cupped a hand to his ear. "You'll have to speak up!"

She glared and leaned into his ear. "I said I was thinking about you!"

Fred flinched back and his ears rang with her voice. His mind rang with her words. "Me?" he squeaked out.

Pat rolled her eyes. "Yes, you. You're the complete opposite of Percy. Rude, unrefined, illiterate, idiotic-"

He held up a hand. "I get it, I get it." She shut her mouth and sullenly looked away. "So why were you thinking about me?"

"I-I'm just worried about you, that's all. After this whole birthday party is over I don't know what you're going to do with yourself, and that thought scares me. With you bored some innocent people could get hurt," she replied.

Fred's face drooped. "Hey, I try not to hurt anyone else, they just jump out in front of me, like that chicken vendor and-" Fred froze and Pat whipped her face back to him.

"Chicken vendor?" she repeated.

He nervously laughed and inched away from her. She crawled after him. "Did I say that?"

Her voice was low and growling. "What did you do to a poor chicken vendor?"

Fred vehemently shook his head. "It's not what I did, it's what Fluffy did!"

One of her eyes twitched. Fred moved back and felt his fingers slip off the edge of the roof. He had no more room to run, and she slowly kept coming. She set her hands down on either side of his legs. "You let that cantankus of yours torture a chicken vendor today, didn't you?"

"Um, maybe?" he squeaked out.

She glared at him. Their faces almost touched. That's when they heard screams, and something whizzed a few inches over their heads. They yelped and ducked in time to avoid a collision with another errant firework, and Pat shot a glare over to the square. "What are those idiots down there doing?" she exclaimed.

"Monster! Monster!" came a voice from the crowd. The shouts were followed by more screams and a stampede out of the square.

"Monster?" Pat repeated. Her eyes widened the same time Fred's did, and she turned to him. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked him.

He winced. "That maybe we should get out of here?" he guessed.

Pat rolled her eyes and grabbed his sleeve. She yanked him down the roof and onto the ground. "No, that one of the gargoyles followed us out and is scaring everyone. If the others are found there's no telling what the king will do." She sprinted down the street toward the square.

"I've got a pretty good idea..." Fred mumbled as he followed her.

CHAPTER 7

The pair hurried to the square and found themselves on the upstream in a downstream of panicked people. Fred couldn't keep up with Pat as she wound her way through the crowds, and they became separated. He was pushed into a nearby alley and leaned against a wall to catch his breath. It wasn't easy pushing against a living wave of fear. He stood with his back turned to the alley and watched the wave thin until a group of palace guards waded through the citizens. They pushed and shoved with the best of them, and he was disgusted with the way they pushed aside young and old alike.

"What rude humans," a voice behind him spoke up.

"You're telling me," he agreed.

"Indeed, I am telling you," the voice, a girl, replied. Fred frowned. That voice sounded very familiar. He slowly turned around and his face paled when he found himself nose-to-nose with Sampson's daughter. She grinned and rubbed his nose with hers. "Hello there," she greeted.

Fred yelped and jumped back into a pair of strong arms. He was relieved until he glanced up and saw Hawkins' tense face staring at the gargoyle girl. "What are you doing here, demon?" Hawkins harshly questioned her.

She flinched at his tone and shuffled back. "I-I wanted to see the fireworks," she replied.

Hawkins scowled and opened his mouth to call his men. Fred jumped up and slapped his hand over the man's mouth. The boy couldn't tell who was more surprised, him or Hawkins, but Fred didn't have time for a laugh at the captain's expense. "I know we only just met, but you have to trust me. This girl isn't here to harm anyone any more than Fluffy was out to eat your men." Hawkins' scowl deepened. "Okay, bad analogy, but she still isn't going to hurt anyone."

"Indeed, I'm not," the girl spoke up.

Hawkins ripped Fred's hand off his face and sneered at the gargoyle. "How do I know you won't carry one of my people off?"

The girl blushed and pushed the tip of one of her bare, clawed feet into the street. The stones broke beneath her thick toes. "I...I can't fly."

Hawkins and Fred stared at her and blinked. Their surprise was interrupted by shouts behind them as several in the crowd spotted the gargoyle in front of the pair. "Monster!" shouted someone in the herd of people.

Fred rolled his eyes. Didn't they have any other word for a gargoyle? Hawkins grabbed the boy's shoulders and pushed them up to the gargoyle. He turned the boy around and looked him square in the eyes. "Do you swear this creature means the city no harm?"

Fred pursed his lips together and gave a firm nod. "I swear it."

Hawkins glanced between the boy and the beast. "All right, I will give you what time I can but my men are as thick as thieves in the streets. If you want any chance to get this-this girl away to safety, and if she can't fly, then you must jump the roofs." Fred gulped, but nodded his head. Hawkins turned and raced back to the street, but glanced over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. "And be mindful you don't get yourselves killed!"

Fred's shoulders slumped and he jutted his chin out in a pout. A shaky hand tugged on his sleeve, and he turned to find the gargoyle girl close beside him. Her eyes flitted between him and the noisy street; she was scared. He sighed and patted her hand. "It'll be all right."

A troupe of soldiers appeared at the front of the alley and the leader, Fred's old friend from the city gate, pointed his spear at them. "Get them!" he shouted.

Fred paled. "Or maybe not." He turned and shoved the gargoyle girl ahead of him down the alley. "Run!"

She stumbled along and Fred slowed down their perusers by toppling every trash can and stack of boxes he could find. The soldiers toppled like metal dominoes and the pair broke from the alley with three options to go. Left or right would take them down a street, and forward would lead down another alley. The way forward looked vaguely familiar to Fred, but he couldn't be sure. The street was filled with people running to and fro. Some were curious to see the monster and others ran away to hide in their houses. A few glimpsed the gargoyle, and the screaming and pointing started all over again.

"Monster!"

"Demon!"

"At least they're using another word," Fred mumbled before he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward into the opposite alley. They'd traveled halfway down the alley when a hand reached out from behind a pile of crates and grabbed his shoulder. He yelped and a small hand clapped over his mouth.

Pat emerged from the shadows and scowled at him. "I'm getting really tired of people yelling," she scolded him.

He ripped her hand off his mouth and frowned back. "And I'm really tired of getting snuck up on."

Pat nodded at the gargoyle girl. "With her around you had better become accustomed to it."

"I'm trying to get her back home," Fred pointed out.

"Then you're going the wrong way. The castle is that direction," she told him as she jerked her thumb to Fred's left.

He sulked. "I was getting there, I just couldn't make a straight shot because I can't find a ladder to get onto the roof."

Pat looked past him at the gargoyle. "Why doesn't she just fly away?"

"I-I can't fly," she informed her. "The cave isn't large enough to allow us to practice gliding, and I was very small when we hid ourselves in the cavern."

"Just our luck..." she mumbled.

"And that's why we need a ladder," Fred repeated.

Pat turned him around and pointed at a dark object against the wall of a nearby building; it was a narrow ladder that reached up to the tall roof. "That what you need?" she asked him.

He slumped over and glumly nodded his head. "Yeah, that's what I need..." he muttered.