From Darkness Won Part 31

"Pleased to know you," Achan said. "I should like to meet all your family someday."

Manu bowed. "That would be an honor, Your Highness."

Clearly Manu had been taught every shred of decorum Achan lacked. Perhaps in time his cousin would become more friendly, like Shung.

The idea of friends made Achan think of Sparrow. He hoped that time would loosen Sparrow's knots as well. That she would not only remember, but that things might go back to the way they were before.

P A R T 4.

THE WAYS OF WAR.

16.

"But why would I run from the man I love?" The reason seemed obvious to Averella. "Perhaps I do not care for him as much as you say I do."

Gren shook her head. "Oh, no. On our trip from Carmine, you cried yourself to sleep each night thinking about him."

Averella sat up in the bed where she had awakened. Gren sat on the edge beside her. Though Averella's mind and body had reunited, her memory had not returned. Gren told her that she had spent nearly a year dressed as a stray boy, that she did indeed love the man called Achan Cham, who was the real Gidon Hadar, Crown Prince of all Er'Rets, and that-for some reason-she had run away from him.

And apparently cried herself to sleep over it. None of this made sense. "After having been away from home for so long, I would have been heartbroken to leave again."

Gren c.o.c.ked one eyebrow. "I saw you in his chambers after he'd been hurt. You held his hand. Sang to him."

The very idea tickled Averella. "There, you see? My voice is not equipped for song."

But Gren went on. "Something about pity for your heart from the day you saw his face. I can't remember the tune."

Averella stiffened at the words. It was the song Master Cham had sung at the Pearly Gate. "Regardless, until my memory returns, I must do what is best for my reputation, which is to return to Carmine. According to Lady Fallina, I have disgraced myself."

"But what of Achan?" Gren asked.

Averella could not imagine loving anyone but Bran. "You say that Master Cham does not know that I am me." She shrugged. "Let things be. If at some point he courts me the proper way, perhaps our relations.h.i.+p will... change."

"But you want to serve Prince Oren's army as a healer. You can't do that from Carmine."

"Gren, I know a great deal about plants, but not enough to be a healer. And an army is no place for a lady."

Gren frowned as if Averella was a child who misunderstood her. "I beg your pardon, my lady, but you simply don't remember. Just last week you set a broken arm, removed arrows, bandaged severe cuts. I was amazed at your skill. To be a healer in the war-this is what you wanted."

"Well, I want it no longer. We should set off for Carmine as soon as possible."

"No!" Gren jumped up. "I must go to Armonguard. Noam and Harnu agreed to see me safely there."

"And why must you go to Armonguard?"

Gren's cheeks flushed. "In light of the circ.u.mstances with your memory, my lady, I'd rather not say."

"Do not be difficult. Tell me the truth."

Gren swallowed. "I wish to be near Master Rennan once the war is ended."

"Bran Rennan?" Averella struggled to keep the emotion from her voice, but she recalled Gren telling Harnu about this. She glanced at Gren's stomach, recalling also that the girl was with child. "I am trying to be patient..." She took a deep breath and her voice quavered. "But in my mind, Master Rennan is betrothed to me."

Gren patted her hand. "You were away so long. Both of you... changed. Your parting was mutual."

Mutual? Averella could not imagine such a thing. "Did not Harnu's father say Achan once loved you?"

"He did."

"So we have exchanged suitors?"

"I suppose we have."

Averella rubbed her temples. "This discussion wearies me. Please go. I must attempt to bloodvoice my mother. She will advise me on what is best."

Tears pooled in Gren's eyes. "Very well, my lady. I'll go." She curtsied and left the room.

Remorse welled up inside Averella. She had not meant to be rude, but Gren was a peasant. Society dictated that Averella's conversations with Gren were already far too personal. They both needed to remember their place. And she was Lady Averella Amal, heir to Carm, not Vrell Sparrow, some ridiculous stray girl in hiding.

She concentrated on her mother's face, uncertain how she knew bloodvoicing was done this way. Mother? Can you hear me? This is Averella. I am attempting to message you by means of bloodvoicing, though I feel slightly mad to even attempt it. How does one know if they have succeeded in making contact or are merely talking to themselves?

Averella! Praise Arman you are back!

Tears stung Averella's eyes. Mother! What a relief to finally speak with you. Yet praise is debatable.

What do you mean? Have you returned to your body?

I have, though it seems that part of my memory is gone.

Mother's voice softened. How much have you forgotten?

How could one know what one has forgotten, Mother? Last I recall it was early winter. Master Rennan and I had approached you about our engagement.

Oh, dearest! That was over a year ago! So much has happened since then.

Averella sighed. So people have been telling me. Is it true? Have Master Rennan and I broken our engagement?

I am afraid so.

The words caused Averella's heart to crack. And I am in love with this mystery prince? And he whom we both believed to be Prince Gidon was an imposter all these years? How could any of this have possibly come to pa.s.s?

Mother explained what she knew of the past year, but Averella could scarcely believe it, for it sounded like a long tale penned by a minstrel. She did not realize she had been weeping until her nose dripped liquid onto her lap.

She sniffled and looked for a handkerchief. To think I have become so deceitful. I hardly know what to do.

Dearest, I do believe you kept the truth from the prince too long, but you have grown in many ways since you left for Walden's Watch. I am very proud of you.

But I have forgotten all of this growth. Gren tells me I am a healer. Master Cham tells me he loves none but me, that he is to be king and wishes me to be his queen, yet he knows me only as a stray named Vrell Sparrow. You tell me my father is not Duke Amal but a prisoner from Ice Island. And no one is here to tell me how I feel about any of this, so I must discover it all again, if such is even possible.

It will take time, my dear, but most people's memories return eventually. Come home, and I will help you.

I would like to, but it seems I promised to take Gren to Armonguard. She hopes to be there for Master Rennan once the war is over. She thinks they are to be... married.

Really, Averella. How do you expect to make such a journey? Especially now that Darkness has spread so far? Besides, Master Rennan is imprisoned in Allowntown with Sir Rigil and Sir Jax. You told me yourself.

I did? Averella must not have mentioned this to Gren. I need time to think this over. I will let you know when I have determined my next course of action.

My thoughts and prayers are with you, dearest.

Averella did want to go home, but she doubted being there would help her memory return. She must have had good reason for going to Armonguard, no matter how awkward the idea of Gren and Bran being together made her feel. She could not trust her emotions for Bran. They were based on a past reality, apparently. Mother had confirmed it. But if Bran were imprisoned in Allowntown, going to Armonguard would not help him.

Averella bit her bottom lip. She needed to look through his eyes and see for herself where he was.

How did she know to do such a thing? Yet, instinctually, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Bran's face. A line of men appeared before her. Dozens, perhaps hundreds. Distant torchlight made them look like an army of shadows. Chains rattled and clanked.

She gasped in a breath of rancid air. This was a prisoner escort. Such parties had come through Carmine many times during her life, transporting men to Ice Island.

Bran's feelings pressed in on her. Fatigue. The tightness of shackles on his wrists and ankles. Soreness in his feet. Master Rennan. This is Lady Averella. Can you hear me?

Bran's familiar voice squeezed her chest. I can, my lady. Are you well?

She forced her words to sound calm. Your well-being is the concern at the moment. Where are you being taken?

They are moving us to Mahanaim, though it seems a waste. Please tell me you are still in Carmine?

I wish I could, Master Rennan. I am, instead, in a cottage outside Sitna.

Averella could feel annoyance rush through Bran's body. I should have known you would refuse reason.

There is no cause to be rude, Master Rennan. Much has happened in the past days.

I have time, should you wish to tell the tale, my lady, but know in advance I will speak my mind.

Speak his mind? Mercy! What an icy att.i.tude he held toward her already. Very well. Days ago, I lost my memory whilst in the Veil. Mother tells me horrors of how I have spent this past year. But none have distressed me as much as what a peasant woman named Gren has said. Master Rennan, please tell me it is false. Tell me we are still in love and that you have not deserted me for this peasant girl.

Heat swirled inside Bran's chest. Averella, you go too far. I can no longer stomach your manipulation.

How dare you accuse me of manipulation! All I have confessed is truth. Ask my Mother if you do not believe.

I have no method of speaking to your Mother at present.

Well... ask the real Prince Gidon, then. For he is the one who rescued me from the Veil.

I have no method of speaking with the prince, either. I cannot bloodvoice, Averella.

Forgive me, Master Rennan. I did not know that I could bloodvoice until hours ago.

Why is Madam Hoff with you?

The name snagged in Averella's mind. Madam Hoff?

Gren. The "peasant woman." What are you doing together?

Madam? Gren is married?

Averella, please. You know fully well the details of Riga Hoff's death and how his widow came to be in Carmine.

I do? She suddenly recalled that Harnu had called Gren a widow. She squeezed her hands in frustration. According to Gren, we left Carmine together. We went to Sitna to meet up with some of her old friends. That is where I was caught. Reggio Levy had me thrown in the dungeon, so Gren says. And Mother says I was stormed, which is to have the soul parted from the body. Lord Nathak planned to take my body to Mahanaim in a coffin. And Lady Fallina made horrible accusations of me. Prince Gidon was finally able to bring me back to myself. Yet they tell me that I- No. She could not bear to tell Bran that she supposedly loved Prince Gidon.

The heat in Bran's chest melted. Averella, I am sorry I spoke harshly. You have gone through a terrible ordeal. And if you have truly lost your memory, I had no cause to speak to you so. But you must turn back. A war is brewing in the south. It is not a safe place for two women to travel.

There are four in our party, Master Rennan. Gren's friends from Sitna. A blacksmith named Harnu Poe and a stableman named Noam Fox.

I know these men from my time in Sitna. They are not soldiers.

Bran's voice soothed her. She found it familiar and comfortable, no matter what he said. Is there no chance of you and I reconciling?

She could feel Bran's stomach tighten. If I believed you loved me... Yes, I would try again. But, Averella, give it time. Your memory will return, and when it does, you'll know that the prince is the man for you. I only hope, for your sake, that he is a more patient man than I.

"We must help them, naturally," Gren said. "Achan needs men of such quality. Sir Jax, Sir Rigil, and Bran can do him no good in prison."

Averella and Gren now sat on one side of the table, across from Noam and Harnu, in the main room of the cabin.

"I do not doubt Sir Rigil or Master Rennan's experience with a sword," Averella said, "nor their loyalty to the rightful king. I do not know Sir Jax. Which house does he serve?"

Gren put a hand on Averella's back. "You know Sir Jax well, my lady. He escorted you from Walden's Watch to Mahanaim. He's a dear friend to you, so you said."

Averella wished she could remember. Not knowing the past was giving her a headache. Her left side ached, as well. And her dress had so little structure she felt indecent before these men. If only she had changed into her own dress before leaving her room. "We must do what we can. Perhaps someone loyal to Prince Oren's cause could a.s.sist us."

"Achan's cause," Gren said. "For Prince Oren swore fealty to him. Achan showed me Prince Oren's ring."

My, how much had happened in so short a time.

Harnu crossed his arms across his chest. "If we can't find anyone to help, how will we get to the dungeon?"

"In all the times I have visited, I have never seen the dungeons," Averella said.

Gren took Averella's hand and squeezed. "But you have, my lady! It's where you nursed Achan back to life."

Of course. Averella had forgotten that part of the story. "Well, I remember nothing of that time."

"Servants might talk," Harnu suggested. "I bet they don't like what's happening with the change of leaders.h.i.+p."