Fire Study
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“How did you get the horses out then? A secret spy maneuver?” Leif asked.
“No. A distraction at the Keep’s gate, and I bribed the guards at the Citadel’s south entrance.”
Leif groaned. “Now they’ll know where we are.”
“I want them to think you went south. But you should get as far away from here as possible.”
“And go where?” Leif asked.
“Ixia.”
“Why would we do that?” Leif s jaw set into a stubborn line.
Danger flashed in Valek’s eyes, but he bit back a sarcastic reply. “Things are happening too fast right now. We need to regroup and plan. We need reinforcements.”
Valek made sense. Ixia was the only place where we would be safe.
“We should go now,” I said.
“I’ll meet you at the Commander’s castle.” Valek handed me Kiki’s reins.
She nudged my arm, but I ignored her. “You’re not coming with us?”
“No. I still have a few of my corps inside the Citadel. They need to be informed about what’s happening. I’ll join you at the castle afterward.”
Before he could go, I pulled him aside. We embraced.
“Stay safe,” I ordered.
He smiled. “I’m not the one getting pulled into fires, love.”
“How did you know I was in trouble?”
“After I heard the Council agree to your execution, I had an odd notion the Council was the least of your worries.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“You keep things interesting, love. It would be boring without you.”
“Is that all I am to you? An amusement?”
“If only it was that simple.”
“I guess I’m no longer retired.” I managed a tired smile.
Valek kissed me goodbye. “Take a roundabout route to Ixia. The borders north of the Citadel will probably be watched.”
“Yes, sir.”
Valek left and the air turned cold. I shivered. Kiki nipped at my sleeve and I opened my mind to her.
I stay with Lavender Lady. Keep warm.
I’m glad you’re here, I said. I checked my pockets for a treat. No luck.
Ghost put peppermints in bag.
I laughed. Kiki always knew where to find the mints. I marveled that Valek had taken the time to include treats in his packing. The horses’ name for him was perfect, though. He appeared and disappeared as if he were a true ghost.
“Which way?” Leif asked.
Good question. Valek said to go around. The best direction would be to head northwest through the fields of the Stormdance Clan’s lands. Then head north toward Ixia, skirting the Featherstone lands surrounding the Citadel. I outlined my plan to Leif.
“Lead on.” Leif’s resignation tainted his voice. “I’ve never been to Ixia.”
Throughout the day, our passage through the fields hadn’t drawn any notice, but we still felt exposed by the daylight. Leif and I decided to do the bulk of our traveling during the night. After a short break for dinner, we rode through the dark hours. Between galloping, walking and resting, the horses made progress toward our goal.
We found an apple orchard as the sun dawned. Kiki sniffed around the neat rows of trees, but they had been picked clean of apples. Nothing grew in this area during the cold season. Deciding to camp within the shelter of the orchard, we found a site hidden from the few surrounding farmsteads.
“Have we crossed into Stormdance lands?” I asked Leif as I pulled Kiki’s saddle off her back.
“Not yet. See that ridge?” He pointed to the northwest.
“Yes.”
“That’s their border. Stormdance lands are mostly shale. They have a few farms in the eastern portion of their territory, but the west side is just sheets of shale on top of rock. The storms blown in from the Jade Sea have carved fantastic sculptures along their coast, but no one lives there. They only go to the coast to dance.” Leif sat down and assembled sticks for a fire.
I plopped next to him. Saddle sore and drained of energy, I delayed grooming the horses. “Why do they dance?”
“It’s how they harness the power from the storms. They capture the storm’s force in glass orbs. It’s a dangerous dance, but the risk is worth it. If they’re successful, they protect our land. Instead of being lashed with gale-force winds and soaked with heavy rains, Sitia receives a mild rain. The added benefit is the Stormdancers can use those orbs to fuel their factories.”
I gestured for more information.
“Haven’t you paid attention in class?”
“My lessons kept getting interrupted by mundane things like chasing after a Soulstealer. I’ll try harder in the future to ignore such events.”
“Boy, you’re grumpy when you’re tired.” Leif started a small fire and poured water into his cooking pot. “This container was made by the Stormdance Clan. They smelt ore to manufacture different metal items, including Sitian coins. They also produce parchment and make ink from indigo plants they grow on their eastern farms.”
I mulled over Leif’s lecture. Buying goods at the market, I hadn’t stopped to consider who might have made them. In Ixia, every Military District had a particular product or service contributing to the Territory which could be used for barter and trade. It appeared Sitia worked the same way, although the Stormdancers were a new twist. I wondered if they could harness the power of the blizzards blowing down from the northern ice pack. Life in MD-1, MD-2 and MD-3 turned into a struggle for survival during the cold season.
“No. A distraction at the Keep’s gate, and I bribed the guards at the Citadel’s south entrance.”
Leif groaned. “Now they’ll know where we are.”
“I want them to think you went south. But you should get as far away from here as possible.”
“And go where?” Leif asked.
“Ixia.”
“Why would we do that?” Leif s jaw set into a stubborn line.
Danger flashed in Valek’s eyes, but he bit back a sarcastic reply. “Things are happening too fast right now. We need to regroup and plan. We need reinforcements.”
Valek made sense. Ixia was the only place where we would be safe.
“We should go now,” I said.
“I’ll meet you at the Commander’s castle.” Valek handed me Kiki’s reins.
She nudged my arm, but I ignored her. “You’re not coming with us?”
“No. I still have a few of my corps inside the Citadel. They need to be informed about what’s happening. I’ll join you at the castle afterward.”
Before he could go, I pulled him aside. We embraced.
“Stay safe,” I ordered.
He smiled. “I’m not the one getting pulled into fires, love.”
“How did you know I was in trouble?”
“After I heard the Council agree to your execution, I had an odd notion the Council was the least of your worries.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“You keep things interesting, love. It would be boring without you.”
“Is that all I am to you? An amusement?”
“If only it was that simple.”
“I guess I’m no longer retired.” I managed a tired smile.
Valek kissed me goodbye. “Take a roundabout route to Ixia. The borders north of the Citadel will probably be watched.”
“Yes, sir.”
Valek left and the air turned cold. I shivered. Kiki nipped at my sleeve and I opened my mind to her.
I stay with Lavender Lady. Keep warm.
I’m glad you’re here, I said. I checked my pockets for a treat. No luck.
Ghost put peppermints in bag.
I laughed. Kiki always knew where to find the mints. I marveled that Valek had taken the time to include treats in his packing. The horses’ name for him was perfect, though. He appeared and disappeared as if he were a true ghost.
“Which way?” Leif asked.
Good question. Valek said to go around. The best direction would be to head northwest through the fields of the Stormdance Clan’s lands. Then head north toward Ixia, skirting the Featherstone lands surrounding the Citadel. I outlined my plan to Leif.
“Lead on.” Leif’s resignation tainted his voice. “I’ve never been to Ixia.”
Throughout the day, our passage through the fields hadn’t drawn any notice, but we still felt exposed by the daylight. Leif and I decided to do the bulk of our traveling during the night. After a short break for dinner, we rode through the dark hours. Between galloping, walking and resting, the horses made progress toward our goal.
We found an apple orchard as the sun dawned. Kiki sniffed around the neat rows of trees, but they had been picked clean of apples. Nothing grew in this area during the cold season. Deciding to camp within the shelter of the orchard, we found a site hidden from the few surrounding farmsteads.
“Have we crossed into Stormdance lands?” I asked Leif as I pulled Kiki’s saddle off her back.
“Not yet. See that ridge?” He pointed to the northwest.
“Yes.”
“That’s their border. Stormdance lands are mostly shale. They have a few farms in the eastern portion of their territory, but the west side is just sheets of shale on top of rock. The storms blown in from the Jade Sea have carved fantastic sculptures along their coast, but no one lives there. They only go to the coast to dance.” Leif sat down and assembled sticks for a fire.
I plopped next to him. Saddle sore and drained of energy, I delayed grooming the horses. “Why do they dance?”
“It’s how they harness the power from the storms. They capture the storm’s force in glass orbs. It’s a dangerous dance, but the risk is worth it. If they’re successful, they protect our land. Instead of being lashed with gale-force winds and soaked with heavy rains, Sitia receives a mild rain. The added benefit is the Stormdancers can use those orbs to fuel their factories.”
I gestured for more information.
“Haven’t you paid attention in class?”
“My lessons kept getting interrupted by mundane things like chasing after a Soulstealer. I’ll try harder in the future to ignore such events.”
“Boy, you’re grumpy when you’re tired.” Leif started a small fire and poured water into his cooking pot. “This container was made by the Stormdance Clan. They smelt ore to manufacture different metal items, including Sitian coins. They also produce parchment and make ink from indigo plants they grow on their eastern farms.”
I mulled over Leif’s lecture. Buying goods at the market, I hadn’t stopped to consider who might have made them. In Ixia, every Military District had a particular product or service contributing to the Territory which could be used for barter and trade. It appeared Sitia worked the same way, although the Stormdancers were a new twist. I wondered if they could harness the power of the blizzards blowing down from the northern ice pack. Life in MD-1, MD-2 and MD-3 turned into a struggle for survival during the cold season.
