Darkstar Rising

By Susan K. Hamilton

Darkstar Rising

By Susan K. Hamilton

Live by the sword. Die by the sword.

Youngest daughter of the ruling house of Illauren, Princess Kiara - the Darkstar - has worked tirelessly to undermine the rule of the Pretender-Queen, Ushan, and restore her brother to his rightful place on the throne.

Now the time has come, and Darkstar is riding out to bring the people of Illauren to her brothers side. But an accident changes her plans.

Darkstar suddenly discovers secrets about herself that have been hidden since childhood. Secrets that will transform her from an "ordinary" princess into one of the most powerful women on the continent. And with that power comes choices. Choices that may change the course of history itself.

Choices that could destroy everyone and everything Darkstar is fighting to protect

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 29, 2003
• ISBN: 9781462823222

Susan K. Hamilton

Fantasy and fiction author Susan K. Hamilton lives near Boston, Massachusetts with her husband, Jeff, and their cat, Rio. Her other novels include Darkstar Rising and the soon to be published The Devil Inside.

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Chapter 1

A trickle of sweat rolled down the back of Cedd PalReece’s neck as he paused for a brief moment in the doorway. He was seventeen and he’d only been employed within the walls of the castle for a week. Seven whole days, and now he was about to interrupt some of the most important people in all of Novara. On the other side of the door was the man he was looking for: Merrick PalArthur, Captain of Novara’s esteemed Lion Guard, the youngest man to ever hold that position.

With a quick prayer to any God that would hear him, Cedd slipped into the room. Merrick saw him immediately and wasn’t pleased. It hadn’t been a good day and he had a sinking feeling it was going to get worse. He ran a hand through his thick, dark blond hair and waited while the other man hurried over.

Is there a problem, soldier? asked Merrick in a low voice.

Yes, sir … I mean, no sir … stammered Cedd as he leaned down.

Then just say it out, boy.

Master Sergeant PalHannar said to tell you only, and not to announce it, but she’s back … Darkstar, I mean the princess is back.

In this storm ? Merrick’s eyes slid to the window that was half covered by the sticky, wet snow that had been falling all day. It was one of those late spring storms that had caught everyone by surprise. Leal’s Sword, he cursed silently. What could have driven her out on a night like this?

His chair scraped as he pushed back quickly from the table. A few eyes glanced in his direction as he rose but he paid no attention to them. With a few long, easy strides he was out the door with Cedd nearly jogging to keep up with him.

Master Sergeant sent me to fetch you as soon as we knew who she was. I’m sorry to interrupt …

Never apologize for interrupting when it’s important, answered the Captain. As they rounded the corner they crossed paths with Gallan, one of Darkstar’s brothers. A quick motion of Merrick’s hand turned Gallan around and he fell into step with the tall Captain.

It looks like your sister’s back.

Tonight? Gallan’s face grew solemn. Darkstar riding out on a night like this could only bring ill tidings.

It took nearly ten minutes to reach the guard house where Cedd had been posted. The Master Sergeant had spread her cloaks out over a chair and was adding wood to the fire. Darkstar stood there shivering, her arms folded in front of her. She looked thin and her hair was tangled and wet, but her eyes brightened when she saw Merrick and Gallan.

You’re frozen, said Merrick. He pulled off his own cloak, threw it over her shoulders and she pulled it tight around herself. Cedd, who had disappeared into a small guards’ storage room, came back with some dry boots and a heavy wool shirt that fell almost to Darkstar’s knees when she put it on.

I need to talk to Brynlir, said Darkstar as they left the guard house. I need to talk to him right away. Where is he?

I’m not sure … Gallan searched his memory to see if Brynlir—their oldest brother and heir to the Illauren throne—had told him where he’d be.

I must find him. Darkstar tried to walk faster than the two men, but her vision blurred and she slowed, not trusting her own legs. She pulled away from Gallan’s supporting hand.

I don’t need help, she lied. I’m fine.

You’re stubborn and impulsive, he snapped. And for once you’ll do as I say and get some food and some rest before anything else.

She turned, angry at the countermand, and stared at her brother. For a moment, Gallan held the gaze in her stormy grey eyes.

Merrick decided it was time to intervene. Why don’t you find Brynlir and bring him to the dining room in the family wing. We’ll meet you there and while we’re waiting, I’m sure there will be some food left.

Fine, said Gallan. At least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that some food got into that scrawny little frame of yours.

I am not scrawny, retorted Darkstar as her brother turned down a different hall.

As she walked down the hall, Darkstar—born Princess Kiara Ceanna Albain—moved slowly, placing her steps deliberately, lest she stumble and reveal to Merrick how exhausted she truly was.

He gently took her hand and tucked her arm under his, knowing the princess would be too proud to ask for help. It was a gesture that few would have dared. Darkstar, however, offered him a small smile, knowing that sometimes Merrick knew her better than she knew herself, and she leaned on him a little, allowing the Captain to guide her towards the dining room.

It is good to see you again, she said. I’ve missed being among friends.

Surely your family has missed you as well, he answered. And I, too, have missed you sorely. More than you may guess.

Smokeless torches illuminated the walls. The dancing light made the silver roaning in Darkstar’s hair sparkle as it began to dry. Merrick dared a glance at the princess. He’d always found her hair to be the most beautiful he’d ever seen. Many, when they heard it described, thought she had gray in her hair, but that wasn’t true. Her hair was black, but each strand had small segments that were silver in color—it was a true silver, not white, not gray. And there was just enough of it to make her hair, on a sunny day, look as if it had been scattered with tiny diamonds.

Two guards in house-livery saluted sharply when they reached the door. Gallan’s twin brother, Caledon, leaped out of his chair when he saw Darkstar. Across from him, a regal if ordinary-looking young woman glanced over her shoulder and slowly put her spoon down.

Darkstar, Caledon said with surprise. You must be chilled to the bone. He gestured quickly at one of the kitchen servants. Andreanna, fetch my sister some stew. He pulled out the chair next to his own and Darkstar sat, relieved to be off her feet for a moment.

As she sat, Caledon leaned over, put his hand on her arm, and whispered, I‘m glad you‘re back; we were starting to fear for you. As always, his voice was as gentle as his touch, easing the strain of her travels as soon as he spoke.

Merrick took the seat across from Darkstar. You‘re lucky those guards heard you over the storm. You‘d not have fared well outside on a night like this … He let the rest of the thought go unspoken as the Princess nodded in agreement.

A few seats down, Darkstar‘s older sister, Tanith, was still watching. Her expression grew more sour by the moment. Slowly, she folded her napkin, placed it on the table and sighed loudly while she toyed with her elaborate hair style. She sighed again to put everyone on notice as to how displeased she was. Darkstar refused to acknowledge her.

Finally, Tanith broke the silence. Kiara! Where have you been these months? Do you have any idea how frantic people have been over your absence? Her voice went up an octave when Darkstar didn‘t respond instantly. You‘ve no consideration for anyone else!

Tanith drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the table and stared hard at Darkstar who was making a valiant effort to ignore her and eat the stew that had just been placed before her.

Tanith … said Caledon.

I‘m waiting for an answer, young lady.

The imperious tone finally proved too much for Darkstar. I am not some simple child who must answer to you! Her eyes flashed as she snapped back at her sister. You should not talk about being inconsiderate …

Darkstar! Tanith! This is no time to fight. Neither acknowledged Caledon‘s plea for peace.

Inconsiderate? shrilled Tanith. How dare you! You leave the castle with not a word of what you‘re up to. For all we knew you‘d been captured by Sillaren slave-traders and taken to some debauched harem!

Merrick almost allowed himself a smile, but was careful to hide it. The odds of a slaver getting his hands on Darkstar, let alone living to tell about it, were nearly non-existent.

Ah, perhaps that is the problem after all! Darkstar was close to shouting. You disapprove of my lifestyle, and the fact that I go where I want, when I want … and if I choose, I sleep with whomever I want. Her last comment had little to do with the argument at hand, but went back to a much older and deeper fracture in her relationship with Tanith. Darkstar threw it out knowing it would only make the storm worse.

As Tanith‘s cheeks flushed red, she raised her chin regally. I care not what common sots you choose to bed. I tried to raise you to have better taste and better manners. I am disappointed with your sense of responsibility to our family.

Is that what you really think? I‘ve got nothing better to do than wander the countryside and find someone to warm my bedroll? That I‘ve naught more important to do for Brynlir?

Well, what else could keep you from informing us where you are? You‘re supposed to be gathering information … do you actually have anything of use? Obviously you have no common sense riding out in a storm like this one.

Darkstar flung up her hands and stood up from the table so quickly that she knocked her chair back with a crash. Forgive me, your Royal Highness, she mocked. Forgive lowly me for thinking only of my own skin while being pursued by a pack of Bahzran instead of worrying about penning you a little note!

The silence in the room was instant and total. The Bahzran were a race of people, many called them beasts, that lived in the darker regions of the Valdosta Mountains. Legend held that a Bahzran shaman had once mocked Nahk, the Dark God. Angry with such impudence, Nahk cursed the shaman and his entire race, transforming them into monsters. Once a Bahzran had chosen its quarry, it would pursue its target until one or the other was dead, and killing a Bahzran was a gruesome and difficult task.

Oh Aer, whispered Tanith.

Why did they focus on you? Caledon asked. Did you disturb a camp?

Darkstar whirled around, still angry from her fight with Tanith and feeling aggressive. Of course! I went out of my way to find them in the mountains, mucked around, and made a lot of noise so I could irritate a whole bloody bunch of them! They found me, Caledon. They were hunting for me, and they found me.

Could the High Priestess be controlling them? interrupted Merrick. If she is, it speaks much for her powers. The Bahzran combined with her forces could be devastating.

Darkstar shook her head. I don’t know how … I don’t think she’s that powerful, but … She rubbed her eyes; all her thoughts were blending together.

You need to go to bed, said Caledon. I can tell Brynlir what you’ve told us. Fill in the details tomorrow when you’ve rested. You’re no use to anyone right now. You can hardly stand, let alone think straight. Go sleep, and let the world look after itself for tonight.

Deep down in her soul, Darkstar knew her brother was right. Very well, she conceded.

Without another word she turned on her heels and disappeared down the hall. Her feet carried her over the same floors and through the same hallways she’d walked since she was a little girl. The familiarity comforted her some, but still left a twinge of sadness. She shouldn’t be so familiar with the hallways of Shanbellow Castle; it was not her true home. Her home lay many miles away, across the Straights of Illean Donn.

She pushed open her bedroom door. Someone had turned down the bed and lit a small candle so she could see her way across the room. At the edge of the bed she paused for a moment and gazed past the window and into the darkness, letting her thoughts range. Somewhere out there was her true home. She’d promised Brynlir once that they would all go home to Illauren, and back to Caer Shonagh someday. She still intended to make good on that promise, but for now Caledon was right. The world would look after itself for one night.

As Darkstar drifted to sleep, Caledon found Brynlir and Gallan hurrying down a hall towards the dining room.

Don’t bother, poor thing could barely stand, said Caledon. She’s finally gone to bed.

Brynlir uttered a short curse.

Well, if you hadn’t decided to stroll around the entire bloody castle, I might have found you sooner, remarked Gallan.

You missed a lovely, sisterly reunion …

They’ve been fighting already? Brynlir, oldest of the siblings and true heir to the throne of Illauren, sighed heavily.

Tanith started this one, answered Caledon. She took Darkstar to task for gallivanting around the countryside without being considerate enough to let us know where she’s been or what she’s been up to.

Do you at least know why she rode out in this storm? asked Gallan.

She said she was being hunted by a pack of Bahzran.

Brynlir rubbed the bridge of his nose and gritted his teeth. Bahzran? This was not a good sign. All right, he said with a sigh. Make sure someone finds me as soon as she’s awake tomorrow. We all need to hear her news. I’ll find King Ellar and see if he can join us. If there are Bahzran roaming about, he‘ll need to know that too.

The brothers parted ways, each lost in his own thoughts. Across the castle compound another man was lost in thought as well. Merrick PalArthur lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He put both hands behind his head and sighed. Sleep would be long in coming tonight. As soon as Darkstar had finally gone off to bed, he‘d sent a message to Lady Alinda saying that official business would prevent him from visiting with her that night.

Liar, he accused himself. You’ve not an ounce of work to keep you from an evening with Alinda, and well you know it! It is the princess who occupies your thoughts. You’ll just lie here alone and think of Darkstar until sleep catches you and allows you to dream of her.

He turned on his side, still thinking of the princess with the silver-roaned hair who lay sleeping in another wing of the castle.

Chapter 2

Time for you to wake up, sleepy. Gallan gently shook Darkstar’s shoulder, keeping his voice soft. His sister made a small groaning noise and, for a moment, tried to work her way deeper into the down-filled pillow.

A moment later she was sitting upright in the bed, blinking, and thinking about the sinking feeling she had that somehow, she’d overslept for something very important.

Welcome back.

What time is it? She rubbed a sleepy eye.

You should start with what day it is.

What day … ? Darkstar’s head felt heavy and Gallan was making no sense with his riddles.

Day. You’ve slept for nearly a day and a half, my dear. Had the whole house throwing fits. Vanadra even had her own personal Healer come to see you. He said you were extraordinarily exhausted and we should let you sleep as long as you felt like sleeping.

You should have woken me before this!

Gallan watched as she threw back the covers. And risk the Wrath of Queen Vanadra? He laughed. Not a bloody chance. Our good foster-mother, the Queen, would have served my head on a platter. It was her direct orders that no one was to bother you.

Darkstar took a few steps from the bed and rubbed her head, unsure of what to do first.

I’d suggest, offered her brother, that you take a hot bath and have a good meal. And then we can take a ride into town. I have a new hunting bow that’s ready and I want to get it.

She shot him an incredulous look. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that I need to see Brynlir? Where is he? Does he know you’ve managed to rouse me?

Not yet and he won’t know until he’s back. He and King Ellar are off doing kingly things. Gallan waved his hand nonchalantly. You didn’t expect us all to wait around, hat in hand, until you decided to stop slumbering?

She didn’t miss the teasing tone of his voice.

Of course, Vallander probably would have done it, finished Gallan.

Darkstar rolled her eyes. Vallander was Ellar and Vanadra‘s oldest son and second in line to the Novaran throne after his sister, Ekoniar. When Darkstar and her siblings had arrived at Ellar‘s court seeking refuge and safety, Vallander had become infatuated with Darkstar. As they‘d grown older, Vallander‘s devotion became an obsession—and an annoyance. He was convinced Darkstar would someday be his wife despite the fact that she‘d told him numerous times—some more rudely than others—that it would never happen.

Rather than dwell on her unwelcome suitor, Darkstar took her brother‘s advice and indulged in a hot bath and a meal. When she was done, she went to the stable to have one of the saddle horses prepared.

I heard a mysterious stranger blew in with the storm, said a voice behind her.

Darkstar turned with a smile. Swordmaster! How have you been? She had always been fond of her former teacher.

I‘m well. Actually better than fine. He smiled. I‘m going to be a father.

Darkstar took the reins that a groom handed her and walked the bay gelding out of the barn. That‘s wonderful, she said. I‘m glad for you both.

Swordmaster Justin ran a critical eye over his former pupil. You‘ve lost weight, he critiqued. You‘d best not lose more or you‘ll have no endurance.

I‘m tougher than I look, she answered.

Well, then maybe you‘d be able to assist me. I know King Ellar and your brother are away for most of the day, and if I remember correctly, I nearly had to beat the virtue of patience into you. So I thought you may need something to occupy your afternoon.

What exactly did you have in mind?

I thought perhaps you‘d enjoy helping with a training session.

Recruits who want a spot on the Lion Guard?

Mostly.

A wicked grin passed over her face as she mounted her horse. I wouldn‘t miss it for the world. She leaned down and gave his hand a hearty shake. I‘ll see you on the lower practice field in a few hours, Swordmaster Justin.

The ride into town was short and uneventful. After Gallan had his bow, they headed back to the castle, electing to take a longer route that would take them through some of the low hills. On the way, they met up with one of King Ellar’s horse soldiers, a man by the name of Edlan. While Gallan and Edlan discussed the current crop of young horses that would be racing and auctioned later in the spring, Darkstar permitted her thoughts to drift. There had been few moments of late when she was left to her own thoughts.

The hills rolled along, covered with the tinge of new grass. Up ahead, the walls of the castle could be seen, and all traces of the storm that had brought Darkstar back had vanished. Gallan reined in his eager horse, teaching him the art of waiting while the others rode ahead. Unhappy, the gelding let out a plaintive whinny as his companions disappeared over a small hill.

But it was the answering whinny that startled everyone for it was deep and low, and obviously didn’t come from Darkstar or Edlan’s horses. As the neigh died away, two figures slid up out of the grass and one drew back on his bow. Gallan saw the arrow release even as he spurred his horse forward at a gallop.

On the other side of the hill, Edlan urged his mare forward, slamming her into Darkstar’s mount who slipped on the new grass and started to fall. As the princess threw herself off the side of the thrashing animal, she heard Edlan’s horse scream. The mare went down too, trapping Edlan’s leg underneath her barrel.

Darkstar turned her attention to a figure, clad in greens and browns, as it dashed down the hill. She lay still, faking injury. As Gallan appeared over the crest of the small hill, the assassin hesitated for a moment; it could only mean his partner was dead. Now there was only one chance to kill the princess.

He pulled his dagger out and turned back toward what he thought was her prone figure. He was wrong. In one fluid motion, Darkstar leaped up, driving her own dagger deep in his belly and jerking it upward.

The man made a gagging sound as blood poured from his mouth. She pulled the dagger out and pushed him away. Doubled over on the ground, a final groan escaped his lips before he died.

As she knelt near Edlan, Darkstar glanced at Gallan. The other?

Dead, he answered.

Go for help, ordered Darkstar. Edlan needs a Healer.

Gallan hesitated, unwilling to leave his sister unprotected.

Go! she ordered in a tone that left no room for argument. If there are more of them out here, I’d rather face them knowing you’re bringing help. Besides, my horse has run home already.

He tossed Darkstar his quiver and new bow and galloped off.

My mare … groaned Edlan.

Rest easy, the Healer will be here soon.

My mare … he persisted.

She sighed. She’s gone Edlan, but it is just as well. Her ankle snapped when she fell. If the arrow hadn’t killed her, you would have had to do it anyway.

The young man turned his face away, trying to hide tears. Darkstar knew there was nothing else she could say. Edlan had always had a deep attachment to horses. He was particularly fond of this mare; she’d been orphaned as a foal and he’d hand-raised her.

The sound of hooves snapped her back to reality. She knocked an arrow, aimed, and waited, but before she could see anyone, she could hear Gallan shouting her name. Caledon was with him and they’d brought a Healer and several guards.

Attend to Edlan, she waved the Healer away. His leg may be broken.

By the time she reached the training fields to meet Swordmaster Justin, Darkstar was in a foul mood. She’d stopped long enough to change her clothes and now wore traditional Donain dress—she sported full pants with flat walking shoes and a tunic that fell to her knees that was split on the sides for free movement. Her hair was bound up in a wrapped headdress.

Donia—a country to the north of Novara—was small and rarely caused trouble, although in the past it had dabbled in a slave trade. Its standing army was small and had not been tested for many years. There were several well-respected universities in Donia, and the people were considered to mostly be pacifists.

The recruits were gathered on the practice field. They’d passed the academic requirements to enter Ellar’s service and these military tests would determine which area of the guard they would enter for full training. Only the best would have the opportunity to train with the Lion Guards someday.

She sat down on the grass while Justin addressed the group and remembered how formidable the Swordmaster had seemed when she began her own training.

For the fourth time, Darkstar was disarmed and a blow from the Swordmaster’s pommel knocked her to the ground again. The twelve-year-old princess glared up at him, frustration and embarrassment clear on her face.

This was the moment. This would make or break the cocky youngster.

Justin simply waited and was rewarded for his patience. She didn’t give up. She lunged for her blade again and was a fraction of a second faster than Justin. She turned and swung. It was awkward and unpolished and Justin deflected most of it. The very tip of Darkstar’s blade tore the sleeve of his shirt.

Excellent. You’re done for today, Princess. We’ll do more tomorrow.

Yes, sir!

King Ellar watched the exhausted girl head back to the castle. And? he asked, trying to read Justin‘s thoughtful face.

If I can get her to master some patience. Teach her some focus … She will be an outstanding swordswoman. One of the best I‘ll probably see in my lifetime …

Over the past weeks, Justin was saying as Darkstar ceased her reminiscing, you’ve all been taught a great deal about sword fighting techniques to prepare for this trial. And you’ve all practiced with each other and the officers. He looked around slowly.

But, he continued. that’s not enough. Not only must you learn how to fight, you need to learn how to think. How to size up your opponent. Discover a weak spot, and to capitalize on any—any—opportunity you’re given. In battle, your decisions must be instant and final; there are no second chances. No opportunities to cry ‘hold’ or ‘foul’ and try again.

He glanced at Darkstar, silently approving of the way she’d dressed.

When you are in the ring today, finished Justin. Fight as if your lives depended on it. There are no fouls and no rules, save that you may not follow through on a killing blow. You will not hold unless you hear the words from my lips and mine alone.

A knot of students stood together and whispered among themselves.

I’ve beaten all the officers, said one with a haughty snort. What’s the test in this?

Who is the one laughing? Darkstar asked as she came to stand next to Justin.

Drefan. A talented sword, but far too arrogant.

Him first, the princess said.

Justin smiled. Drefan! You’re first.

Who is my opponent, sir? answered the cocky young man.

Without a word, Darkstar stepped into the ring and folded her arms. Drefan glanced at her Donian dress and tried not to smile as he stepped in as well. He looked back at his friends.

Guess they don’t want to let this one win a round …

In an instant Darkstar’s sword was out of its sheath and slicing down at Drefan. He yelped and dodged. Yanking his own weapon out, he did his best to parry Darkstar’s attack. In a matter of moments, he was flat on his back with the point of the princess’ sword at his throat. He swallowed hard and his cheeks burned red with the humiliation of being beaten so easily.

Never underestimate the person you face in battle, said Darkstar sternly. Never assume you are invincible because you are not. You, Drefan, assumed from the very beginning I was no match for you because I was Donian. Had this been a real fight, you would be dead. I’d have cut your throat and your blood would have already soaked into the ground.

For emphasis, Darkstar let the sword point dig into Drefan’s skin slightly. Justin watched with some amusement. Drefan had this lesson coming for quite some time, and Darkstar was the perfect candidate to deliver it.

But as Drefan got to his feet, Justin saw there was going to be trouble. The boy lunged at Darkstar. With a quick pivot she grabbed Drefan’s arm and flipped him neatly over. He leaped to his feet again with a shout of rage. Darkstar landed on punch squarely in his stomach and as he doubled over, she brought her knee up, hard, knocking him onto his back again.

Hold, said Justin.

Beaten by a damnable Donian, muttered Drefan as he got to his knees.

Darkstar turned back towards him and smiled. Who said I was Donian?

Your dress … all your manners … Drefan stammered. Your headdress … I assumed …

You assumed incorrectly. Darkstar pulled the head dress off and shook her hair out of the knot it was in. Drefan paled, realizing at last who his opponent had been.

Never assume anything in a fight, she said.

Justin finally stepped in. May I present you with Princess Kiara. She graciously agreed to be part of your exam this afternoon. Cearo, you’re up next.

Cearo, a lean woman with short brown hair, stepped into the ring. Darkstar was the only student to ever defeat Swordmaster Justin during an exam. She glanced at the princess, who was testing the weight of her sword on the other side of the ring. Cearo sighed. It was going to be a very, very long afternoon.

Darkstar completed three more tests before Merrick’s arrival took her out of the ring.

Your brother and the King have returned and would like you to join them within the hour. They’d like you to attend as well, Swordmaster.

Finally, she snapped, pushing her way past both of them.

Merrick raised an eyebrow at Justin, questioning the short answer. Oh, you know how she is, the older man replied. being ambushed by mercenaries tends to make her irritable. He detailed what had befallen Darkstar, Edlan, and Gallan during the morning.

Near the stables, as King Ellar’s older son, Vallander, stalked towards the castle, he passed his sister, Crown Princess Ekoniar.

And what has you tied in knots today? she asked, noting his foul expression.

She was almost killed today, he nearly shouted. Assassins.

Ekoniar kept herself from rolling her eyes at his dramatic antics. She’d been informed about the attempt on Darkstar’s life nearly as quickly as her father had been.

First, Vallander continued to rant. First they deny me the right to sit with my beloved … my intended … while she is ill. Then they allow her out, knowing there is a price on her head, and make her a target for a killer! They are all idiots!

You’d best not let Darkstar hear you call her ‘your intended’ or you’ll catch a lambasting from her the likes of which you’ve never heard, remarked Ekoniar. On top of that, no one has the right to confine her to the castle or anywhere she doesn’t wish to be. Darkstar is well aware of the danger that surrounds her life. And take care how you speak of our foster-brothers. They love their sister more than you know, and they have always done right by us!

You wouldn’t understand. Vallander’s tone was snide. While Brynlir rules your heart, you’ll believe anything he says.

Ekoniar’s jaw set in an unhappy line as she gave her brother a cold look.

Gods! he continued. Why wasn’t I born first? Why did the Four put the future of this nation into the hands of such a weak creature? Does Brynlir tell you all the plans he has for Novara when you inherit the throne, you foolish girl? For surely you’ll give in to his every desire!

Ekoniar took a long, deep breath and held her temper in check. No small feat considering she was the daughter of Vanadra NeSunniva. I see, she said slowly and coldly. Foolish girl is it? Remember well then, Vallander, that this foolish girl is the Crown Princess of Novara, a Captain in the cavalry, and an honors graduate of the Academy at Carin-on-Champani. It must be hard for you to know this foolish woman is already twice the man you can ever hope to be.

Vallander flared red as his lack of accomplishment was thrown in his face. As he passed his sister, she grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear.

Take care, brother, she said. For I watch how you treat others. You will be held accountable someday, do not soon forget that.

Do not threaten me, Ekoniar. I am more than a match for you.

Chapter 3

Darkstar started up the polished marble stairs that led to King Ellar’s private suites. The family used this suite as their main living area. Other parts of the castle were dedicated to housing foreign dignitaries, envoys, and others of note. There were also ballrooms and banquet rooms, and several meeting rooms. Merrick bounded up the stairs two at a time to catch up with her.

Good day, Captain, she said with a small smile.

Good day, Princess, he answered carefully.

Her smile got wider. You’re a wise man, Merrick PalArthur. Waiting to see what my mood is before baiting me.

I would never, he replied.

She arched an eyebrow at him and refused to take the bait. Rather, she changed the subject. The youngsters in training are a good group.

They’ll do. There are a few who need to have their lofty ambitions tempered.

Such as Drefan?

He nodded. The son of a minor lord who’s found success a little to easy. But I hear you gave him a few things to think about.

I would hope so. He does have the ability to succeed, but that ego will eventually get him killed. She paused. Watch Cearo.

Something wrong? He paused with Darkstar outside Ellar’s private conference room.

No. She’s just quite talented; more so than she realizes. I think she’ll go far in Ellar’s service, perhaps even move to your position someday.

You have an excellent eye, he replied. I have thought the same and so has the Swordmaster. I’m sure you’ll hear her name again in the future.

Merrick opened the door for her and they stepped inside. King Ellar’s conference room was large and circular. One window let the morning sun in, but smokeless torches made the room as bright as day. On the north side of the room, a fire blazed on a raised hearth, taking the spring chill from the air.

Darkstar glanced around the table—all the familiar faces were there. Her twin brothers, Gallan and Caledon, winked at her in unison, and her sister, Tanith, sat quietly talking with Ellar’s Queen, Vanadra. Ellar was also there, along with Ekoniar and Brynlir. Vallander was there too.

When the prince saw Darkstar he jumped up from his chair. Darling! he called out.

She inclined her head stiffly. Vallander, she said in acknowledgment. He quickly walked over to her and kissed her hand with a flourish. Merrick‘s smile slowly faded away as he watched the prince fawn over her. Given some time in the field, Vallander would probably turn into a ruggedly handsome man, but right now he brought nothing more to mind than a pampered, perfumed court dandy.

It is a delight to see you again, Vallander was saying. I feared when you took sick after such a troubling journey. This has been a dismal fort without your beauty to light its hallways. I wished to sit at your bedside while you were infirm …

Darkstar pulled her hand away abruptly. I was not infirm,

she told him. I was merely exhausted and needed to sleep.

As she took a seat—deliberately away from Vallander‘s chair—King Ellar folded his hands in front of him. His sandy blond hair was showing some flecks of grey. He ran a finger along his circlet—the only symbol of royalty he wore other than a signet ring unless there were dignitaries to be greeted. There were thin lines at the corners of his eyes, a sure sign that Ellar loved to laugh and did so often.

He was, however, not laughing now. Darkstar, he said firmly. You left our company in late summer season. You were not exactly consistent with your messages. Do tell us where your travels have taken you. He steepled his fingers and watched his foster daughter. The King was not completely unpleased to note that she did not squirm under his gaze.

Darkstar began after a deep breath. When I left, I traveled to Rivervale, at the fork of the Aru and Champani rivers. I stayed there for a week, listening to the traders talk. More and more brought stories of what was going on within Illauren. A few of them had been in contact with the resistance although it is dangerous for them. Ushan‘s grip grows tighter and it has become worse for our people. Even traders run enormous risks to trade with the resistance, but most are willing to try for the money they can make.

The High Priestess makes examples of those who are not loyal to her. Darkstar‘s face darkened and she stared at the table a moment before she continued. There have been beatings and executions. I‘ve seen entire families, including elders and infants, hung from trees along the road as a warning to others …

She paused for a moment and glanced at the faces around the table, seeing the anger, revulsion, and distaste on most of them, and noting the indifference on Vallander‘s.

Ushan has also brought two ten-sets of Faltessa warriors down from Morindue.

That news made Ekoniar‘s expression turn angry. The Faltessas were the best warriors in all Morindue: an elite force that led other troops and carried out very special missions for the Emperor or the High Priestess. If there were more Faltessas in Illauren, it was likely that the High Priestess had intentions of expanding her empire.

As her news so far registered with the others, Darkstar stood and went over to the window. I have also discovered that I am wanted as a traitor, a rebel, and a robber. Ushan claims I am trying to force Father to give up the throne. She turned back to the table and waited for a reaction.

Father? said Caledon. Surely the people know that he‘s dead …

Darkstar sighed heavily, knowing how upset everyone would be at the next words out of her mouth.

Caledon, he‘s not dead. I saw him. I saw Father, and I saw Coltiar.

For a moment, a perfect silence hung in the room and then bedlam erupted with every voice asking a different question.

You what? Brynlir exploded up out of his chair. How could you have seen them? How can they even be alive? Ushan would be insane to parade them about; it would give the people a rallying point!

Caledon‘s smooth and quiet voice cut through the other buzzing voices. Little sister, he said. You went back to Shonagh, didn‘t you? You went back to the Caer … That’s where you saw them …

Leave it to Caledon, thought Darkstar, to look past the shock of the news and discover where it came from.

Yes, I went to Caer Shonagh. She raised her chin defiantly as the room exploded into an even greater uproar.

Finally Brynlir’s voice rose over the others. You shouldn’t have gone there alone! he nearly shouted. What if you had been captured? He pounded a fist on the table and then mastered his outrage. But, he continued, what’s done is done and we cannot undo it now … Father is alive?

Aye, alive, but if I could have killed him to end his suffering, I would have. Darkstar turned back to the window as she spoke, so no one would see the tears that threatened to spill over.

Before she could say more, King Ellar stood up. What were you thinking? His stern voice made everyone shift uneasily. You were reckless and stupid. Leal’s Sword … ! Ushan could have found you and spellbound you like the others. The goal is to put your brother—or your father, if the Gods will allow that—back on the throne of Illauren, not getting yourself killed!

Not get me killed? Darkstar’s eyes flashed as she turned to face her foster-father. Are you blind to what is coming? I matter very little in all this … If Brynlir continues his quest for the throne, there will be a war. There could even be a civil war in Illauren. We will fight our own people, our own friends, and perhaps our own kin. There will be more blood and death than anyone has the stomach for. And if I can find information that will help Brynlir win, then it is well worth my blood and my life for I would give both to see Ushan dragged from Caer Shonagh in chains!

Ellar’s face had turned an unpleasant shade of red as Darkstar spoke, but Ekoniar interjected before the King could respond.

Enough shouting, she said. Her voice was soft, but there was a note of command in it. This will get us nowhere. As Brynlir has said, what is done is done. I, for one, would like to hear how Darkstar found this information.

She looked straight into Darkstar’s eyes. I agree with my father. You were unduly reckless. But tell us what you’ve seen so we may all gain some good knowledge from what you’ve done. Let us not waste your efforts.

Order restored itself to the table quickly as all eyes turned toward Darkstar.

I was riding with Donel, son of Lord Arran, and Merin. We were in the area of Shonagh and heading north to their camp in the Mossan Forest …

We’ll leave just after sunrise, Merin told the group. If you have any business in town, do it now and get yourselves back here quickly. If soldiers are on your trail,, we can’t stay to help.

The group broke up and Darkstar fished something out of her horse’s saddlebag. It was a head wrap and she quickly bound her thick hair up inside it. A lock of blond hair, the ends sealed in a leather sheath, was artfully stitched inside the wrap, providing the illusion that she was blond.

Going to town? asked Merin with a bit of incredulity in his voice. Near him, Donel just shook his head.

Not a good idea, Donel said. Too many people are looking for you, Lady.

I have to see for myself, Darkstar replied. It is not that I don’t trust your intelligence and your reports, but if I have to report to Brynlir, I want to tell him what I saw with my own eyes. She slung a pack over her shoulder and added in a silent thought to herself: ‘And it has been far too long since I’ve seen my childhood home.’

She took a few steps and looked back. "Come with me if it will make you feel better.

I’ll go, said Donel. Not that I’ll be much help if some overzealous guard discovers you.

The market was quiet when they arrived. Not many people wanted to be out. Ushan had executed four Illaurens earlier in the day and left their bodies hanging from the scaffold. In the afternoon sun, ravens were gathering near the bodies. Darkstar averted her eyes, sickened by the grotesque sight. She turned a corner and headed up the main road towards the Caer. Stopping for a moment, she studied a notice on a wall.

She’s upped the price again.

Donel looked over her shoulder. It was another reward poster declaring that the High Priestess would richly reward anyone who captured Darkstar or any of the rebel cell leaders and brought them to her. A guard slowed as he passed and cast a wary eye on them, but the two Illaurens picked up their packs and moved quietly along, so he paid them no more mind.

How she found the old door, Darkstar would never know. But there were still a few old corridors, unused for years, that Gallan and Caledon had told her about. As small boys they’d spent hours in them, playing soldier and pretending they were great war heroes. As Darkstar had suspected, either Ushan did not know about them or felt they weren’t a threat. The corridors were too small for large groups of people, only one or two people could fit down them.

Darkstar found one of the doors Gallan had told her about. With some effort she managed to get the door open wide enough for herself and Donel to slip in. Once the door was shut, the were engulfed in darkness until their eyes adjusted. Donel noticed a dim light suffused parts of the corridor.

Where does the light come from? he whispered.

There used to be small mage torches in here, but they’ve long since burnt out, Darkstar answered softly. But there are small holes in the walls, made within the carved decorations that line the rooms, and that lets a small bit of light in.

They moved along silently, stopping once to glance out of one of the holes. It looked out onto one of the many corridors in Caer Shonagh. Finally, they bumped into a dead end. Darkstar felt along the wall, searching—and ignoring Donal’s hushed request that they get out of the castle quickly—for the door catch she knew should be there. As she grasped it, she said a silent prayer to the Goddess Faer, asking for luck. She took a deep breath and opened the door. There was a small squeak that sounded like a crack of thunder and Donel’s heart leaped into his throat.

But Faer must have heard the princess for the tiny balcony was empty. There were no guards and no servants, so Darkstar motioned for Donel to come out with her. Below them was the main hall that lead to the throne room. This balcony should have probably housed an archer-guard. She glanced up the narrow staircase to her right which rose up and away to the next floor of the castle.

Suddenly, the door to the throne room was thrown open and both Darkstar and Donel crouched down as far as they could. The afternoon shadows in the room gave them some small amount of cover. Two guards came out of the room dragging a raggedly dressed man.

Please, he wailed. It was an accident. I swear…

A guard hit him in the back of the head with the pommel of his sword, knocking the man unconscious. Take him to the pits, he barked at the other. He’ll await his execution with the rest of the traitors.

Darkstar bit her lip. Everywhere she’d been in Illauren during this trip, she’d seen the same thing. People imprisoned and executed on the flimsiest of charges. There was another small commotion at the door and guards appeared with another prisoner. This time Darkstar’s face went ashen.

No, she whispered as the color drained from her face. It cannot be. It cannot!

Donel, who was a few years younger than the princess, peered down at this next poor soul.

Who …

That is my father, she replied. The King.

I thought he was dead, said Donel.

Darkstar didn’t answer him. Berylan, her father and rightful King of Illauren, stumbled between two guards. He pulled back in a feeble attempt to rebel, but one guard yanked him forward and knocked him to the ground.

Berylan looked up from where he lay and stared into the space near where Darkstar lay hidden, as if he could see her through the shadows. Instinctively, she and Donel shrank back in to the greyness. She stared at the matted, wild hair and the waxy pallor of sickness. She could hardly recognize him, but for his unmistakable hazel eyes. They were the same as she remembered, except they were now filled with fear, anger, and madness.

Get up you fool, snapped a guard as he hauled Brynlir roughly to his feet. Time to visit your new home.

They were taking him to the tower. Darkstar flinched, starting to rise but Donel grabbed her arm and yanked her down. She turned a baleful stare at him and opened her mouth, but Donel put a finger to his lips, silently begging her not to give away their hiding place.

They’re taking him to the tower. Her soft voice shook. He’s too sick; he’ll not last long there.

Any response Donel considered was forgotten as the High Priestess—and self-proclaimed Queen of Illauren—swept out of the throne room with her retinue of guards and several Hand Maidens.

The guard who’d struck Berylan bowed deeply. It is as you have commanded, Great Mistress. The prisoner has been removed to the tower.

And what of the other? Ushan asked in a silky voice. He has become dangerous to himself and to others.

The guard that Lord Coltiar attacked will recover; his wounds are minor. But the Lord himself grows more recalcitrant.

Ushan frowned. Take him to the tower as well, but make sure he is in a cell far from his brother. I do not want them to interact.

I will see to it, Mighty One.

Ushan and her Hand Maidens disappeared down the hall in a swirl of silk. Donel still had his hand on Darkstar’s arm and could feel her trembling.

Easy now, he tried to soothe. You’ll only get us killed if you go after her now.

I want her head on a spike, Donel. Nothing less will satisfy me. Her head on a spike above the main gate to the city, Darkstar’s voice was no more than a low growl. I want to see her dragged through the streets and send what is left of her body back to the Temple of Nahk!

Donel let her fume for a few minutes more. Come then, Lady. He tugged at her sleeve. We must tell the others what we’ve seen here. We will do yourfather more good out there than we will in here, and I fear our good luck will soon run out.. You will have your revenge on the White Witch soon enough.

They slipped down the corridor and through another part of the castle. As they emerged a group of Illaurens who had been pressed into working in the castle were shuffling out of the gate. Darkstar jerked her head towards them and they trotted over to join the group.

One guard noticed them. You in the back, he barked. Keep up with the group or you’ll be the High Priestess’ house guests tonight. And she doesn’t appreciate uninvited guests!

They bowed their heads and pretended to cower and the guard ignored them. Shouts from within Caer Shonagh made the entire group freeze. Darkstar and Donel glanced at each other: had someone noticed them? A shrieking voice rose above the shouting.

Look! someone shouted. Up on the wall!

It is Lord Coltiar! another cried.

More than 20 feet above them, Coltiar teetered precariously on the ledge. This is my fault! he shouted. I brought her here! I’ve destroyed everything! He started to sob. Forgive me, Aer! I married the woman who murdered the Queen and torments all of Illauren.

Some guards appeared on each side of him. He looked at them, wild-eyed. Tell Nahk’s whore that I wish her a slow death and an eternity in his Hell-fires, and that I will see her there. Forgive me, Berylan!

With that, he leaped from the wall’. Darkstar’s scream was lost among the others as they watched Coltiar plunge to earth. She was the first to his side after he landed.

Forgive, forgive, he murmured. Tears ran down his cheeks.

Forgiveness is hard for people, but Aer and Her Children are more merciful than we. Good journey to you Uncle Coltiar.

His eyes opened wide when she called him uncle and for a brief moment he knew that he stared into his niece’s storm grey eyes. His mouth twisted, but Darkstar couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a grimace of pain. Then he went limp, passing to shadow without another word.

Darkstar fell silent and looked around the room. In her seat, Tanith dabbed the corner of her eye with a silk handkerchief. Oh, Father! she sobbed. It must be terrible for him. And poor Coltiar …

Darkstar turned a cool eye on her sister. Poor Coltiar? Perhaps Tanith had forgiven their uncle for bringing Ushan to the court at Shonagh, but Darkstar hadn’t. He’d helped destroy their family and their country. But she decided to keep her opinions about Coltiar to herself; there would be enough fighting without that.

There is no more time left, said Brynlir. I must … we must … move to take our home back. If I never tried, I will have betrayed everything and everyone. The time is here. Now. If I do not seize the moment, one may never come again. He looked at Darkstar with a serious, thoughtful expression. What else do you know?

When I traveled with Merin and Donel we stayed with the Paemeri. I am now considered a good friend to the pack of K’stas and we are welcome there.

You stayed with the Paemeri? sniffed Tanith. They are wild, nomadic barbarians who act more like wolves than they do people. Why do you waste your time with them when Brynlir needs information? She wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if she smelled something sour, and Darkstar’s well-kept check on her temper finally slipped.

You are such a fool! She glared at Tanith. Have you ever spent time with the Paemeri? Have you ever even seen one? Or do you rely on wild tales from petty little Lords who seek to impress you with their wide travels and exciting adventures?

She put her hands on the table and leaned towards Tanith. "They are not some shaggy coated beasts who run on all fours.

They are a sophisticated and ancient people with a great deal of tradition and pride. They have roamed these lands since time began, and are more complex than you could ever hope to imagine in that narrow, intolerant mind of yours. Stop measuring worth by clothes and jewels and titles, Tanith."

Tanith turned up her nose and looked away, but her cheeks were red. Darkstar offered her one more cold stare and turned back to face her brother.

When I was with K’stas, I often went scouting with my friend, M’ari. Much of the information I gained was due to her.

She is the one who first noticed the Bahzran, is she not? asked Gallan.

His sister nodded. True. I believe Ushan controls some of them now, a testament to her powers as an enchantress. But as we all know, magic is not a limitless well of power, so from what I can tell, she only uses the Bahzran when needed. We can only hope that she has taxed herself too much. If she has, that can definitely be turned to our advantage.

Brynlir nodded in agreement. But now we must utilize our information and decide how to chase Ushan from the throne.

Gather your rebels together and march on the capital, said Vallander. A host marching on Shonagh may rattle the High Priestess into making an error in judgment.

That won’t work, said Merrick absently, paying more attention to the merits of the suggestion than who offered it. Vallander stared at him angrily. How dare the Captain discount my idea? But the Captain of the Lion Guard was looking at Brynlir not at Vallander.

Much as I hate to say it, said Merrick, your rebels aren’t much of a host, Prince Brynlir. They are scattered over the land, and many of them are common folk, not soldiers. They’re going to need to learn a little about fighting … at least about a style other than guerrilla. They may do fine in raids right now, but a pitched battle against the Morindan army would do most of them in.

And even if you did have a small army, Ushan didn’t become High Priestess by getting easily rattled, added Justin.

We must consider also that some of our people may be under her control through magic or other means. What happens to our band of rebels when they must cross swords with a brother or a lover? The question came from Caledon. I surely would hesitate before I ran Gallan through if I suspected he was being forced to fight me.

I think most would rather kill a familiar face than let them live under her control, commented Ekoniar.

Even if it was your own brother? questioned Caledon softly. His green eyes clouded. If Gallan fell under Ushan’s control, would I be able to kill him?

Ekoniar shot Vallander a sideways look that he returned with as much hostility. I’d have no trouble making that choice, she said softly to herself.

Darkstar redirected the conversation. Brynlir, what of our last discussion in the field? Have you given any further thought to utilizing Selivana?

I have, he responded. Enough food for an army could be stored there, and the spring within the mountain would supply ample fresh water. But it would be simple enough for Ushan to lay siege to the mountain and wait us out.

You wouldn’t have to wait for that, sneered Vallander. She’d use her magic to bring the mountain down on your head.

Selivana was carved out of the very mountain and created to withstand magical attack. That’s why she’s never occupied it, and she’d not be able to harm those inside through otherworldly magic, countered Caledon.

There is enough room inside to house an army, encouraged Darkstar. And they could get more training there once some more seasoned leaders were in place. It’s not a perfect solution, but I haven’t been able to find a better alternative.

And when under siege, said Gallan, it is the people who are besieged who have the advantage … at least for a time.

Brynlir was silent for a few moments.

The High Priestess is bringing troops from the north, it would be difficult for her to get ahead of any of your people heading south. They’d only have to avoid any garrisons. She would need to decide where to commit her forces … south of the capital to deal with Selivana, or keep them further north …

… To counter the effects of other enemies nipping at her heels, finished Ekoniar. She glanced at her father who nodded slightly. The Princess continued. Bring your people to Selivana, Brynlir, and draw the High Priestess out onto the flats before the mountain. The Novaran cavalry will harry them from behind. She will have to fight on two fronts rather than one, and that will force her to split her forces.

Brynlir smiled at Ellar and his daughter gratefully. He’d never pressed Ellar for assistance … but his smile was erased by a rancorous outburst from Vallander.

You have no right to demand aid of Novara! he nearly shouted. Have you conspired so boldly with my sister to take the King’s power while he is still on the throne? He glared accusingly at Ekoniar. You have no right to command the King’s troops! Have you bothered to consult the King with this foolhardy endeavor?

The others at the table drew in a collective breath at his outburst.

Vallander ignored them and stood up from the table. There is no way that one as powerful as the High Priestess can be unseated by your band of rag-tag rebels. End this foolishness at once before you are killed, or go your own way and fight your war; cease your demands here!

Ekoniar turned on her brother immediately. "You speak of abandoning an ancient ally of our nation, Vallander! Their fight has become ours—if Ushan succeeds in taking the throne of Illauren permanently, she will surely turn to Novara next. One so ambitious is not