Beyond The Lakes: The Saga of The Lakes, #4

By Juani Hernández

Infinity Award 2016 to the BEST MEDIEVAL NOVEL.

Book 4 of 4 - Saga Finished

Two years have passed since King Nicholas defeated Hrodgar and the Häe; two years since the Alliance was forged between all the kingdoms that united in the fight for their freedom.

However, a threat, which has lain dormant for thirty years, will resurface with force and fall upon them relentlessly, jeopardizing everything they have fought for.

Khawf of Väkh, known as the Tyrant King for being cruel and bloodthirsty, will launch a personal vendetta against King Trystan of Meissen to take from him what he loves most and destroy his entire world, in a war that will test love, loyalty and that Alliance that seemed indestructible.

"Beyond the Lakes", a fast-paced novel where love and passion, revenge and betrayal will keep a pulse to death.

Will the good triumph in this last conspiracy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Feb 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781667425740

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Chapter 1

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By the power vested in me by my crown, I bless your union as husband and wife. I urge you to be faithful to the vows you have taken and to guide your way to happiness.

And so, after Nicholas had blessed the couple, Bruc took the woman who had just become his wife, Ivette, by the waist and gave her a long, tender kiss. The audience, which occupied the entire square, soon cheered and burst into applause, although the first to come to congratulate them were Nigel and Erin. They had already got married a year after the threat of Häe was extinguished, since peace returned to those lands.

The memory of what happened, in spite of the two years that had passed, lasted in everyone's mind like an indelible scar, but it served not to forget how fragile the times of peace were and to learn to value that truce that destiny was granting them.

Already at the banquet, from his position at the main table, Nicholas watched his people enjoying the food, which had been prepared both in the castle and in the houses of many neighbors who wanted to entertain the bride and groom, as well as enjoying the music, dancing in the middle of the square to the sound of the happy toccatas. Harmony and happiness reigned, and he could not feel more satisfied as a king, as well as a man...

At his side, as three years ago, was Gabrielle, his beloved and sweet Gabrielle. In spite of the hard tests that life had forced them to overcome in their short marriage, they overcame the adversities, making their bond even closer. He loved her immensely... and, for his fortune, she loved him, and she spared no effort to show it to him, with her affection, her advice, her support... The gods could not have given him a more perfect woman than her, the best wife and queen he would ever have wished, because, besides, his people held her in great esteem and respected her as their sovereign.

Suddenly, he saw her clapping as she laughed, looking straight ahead, and as he too looked in the same direction, he noticed his sister Agatha pulling Jordan's arm to drag him into the center of the square and force him to dance. There was no room for formalism with them and the fact that the man had to invite the woman to dance did not enter into consideration for either of them, especially when the couple had swept away any prejudice by being married, she being a princess and he a commoner. However, this rough man, with an unyielding attitude, relentless, powerful and lethal as a warrior and with an unquestionable sense of honor, bowed to Agatha's love, becoming the joy of his sister and, moreover, the greatest support for the kingdom, being the one who led Asbath on her behalf.

On the other hand, they had given him three beautiful nephews. Frederick, who was already a boy of almost four, and the twins, Rürik and Edera, who were a year and a half old. Little Rürik had inherited the look of Jordan, who had only predicted that he would be an even better warrior than he was. However, Edera delighted his father with her blond ringlets and dimples on her cheeks. Because when it came to loving his family, that warrior became all heart.

The three children played near the table with their cousins, Ilsïk and Deanna, completing that bouquet that was the next generation of heirs, although Nicholas did not lose hope and trusted that the Divine Vetsa would bless them with another son. Not so Erick and Claire, who, after the hard labour their cousin's wife went through in which both she and the girl almost lost their lives, still had not found the spirit to try again. In addition, the fact that Erick's mother, Aunt Gladys, also had a similar experience when giving birth to him helped them to make that decision, especially on the part of their cousin. He adored his wife and would never dare to put her at risk again.

What a pity your uncles had to leave already, said Gabrielle, and he nodded, giving her a warm handshake.

The summer was almost over, and Trystan wanted to be present for the start of the census. What was common in Meissen, not in other kingdoms, was for parents to register their children at birth in the register that the sovereign himself supervised, but with the inhabitants of the villages and fiefdoms further away it was another chant. It should be the lords who would take care of it, but there was some discontent due to the new system of collection. For this reason, the king himself had summoned his subjects to come to the castle to register their children, personally ensuring that they received some sheep or goats to provide them with milk for the winter and thus make it easier for them to overcome the cold season. In addition, with the reports of the bailiffs and the goods that had been collected, Trystan made a kind of distribution to benefit the most disadvantaged.

That decision had raised blisters among their lords, despite the fact that it was a most appropriate solution given the great frost that hit the northern regions of Meissen, adjacent to the Gaynor Mountains, the previous winter. Unfortunately, many crops and livestock were lost. But the discomfort of a few did not prevail over the well-being of the majority of the people, and Trystan was inflexible in the face of the complaints and tantrums of his masters.

Erick and Claire were still in The Lakes. They had spent the whole summer there and would remain in the castle until the end of the season, taking advantage of the good weather and so that the children could enjoy more time together. They would then return to Meissen after visiting Richard in Breslau.

Jordan and Agatha's stay was also momentary. In Asbath, Francis and Griän were in charge, and Nicholas could rest assured that they were doing an excellent job of helping his brother-in-law. Both Griän and his sister Anyan adjusted very well to their new life, to their customs, and had finished filling the vast castle with children's laughter, as Selene gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and Anyan, soon after, made Francis the father of another child. Both he and Griän could not be happy with their sons, but Edera missed a playmate.

Nicholas sighed. All could be peace and joy around him if it were not for the discontent of the feudal lords. With the garrison that accompanied Jordan to The Lakes, Brandon arrived, carrying a report of some departures of sheriffs patrolling the border strip with Meissen, and they were not very favorable. There had been some riots, and some of the men had even refused to give an account of their property. It was understandable; they were digging where it hurt them most, in their coffers and, on the other hand, they blamed the descent of their patrimony on the construction of the new wall. They were so obstinate that did not understand that the costs were entirely from the royal coffers, both materials and salaries of workers hired for works.

However, Nicholas was careless about his tantrums. He still remembered the terrible event that took the lives of his nephew Frederick's biological parents. People were crowded into the suburbs, near the wall, seeking the protection of their king, and expanding the space within the walls was paramount, as his people had the right to live with dignity and not in houses that were crowded together.

What do you think, cousin? Erick's voice next to him took him out of his thoughts. You can't help being king from dawn to dusk.

How you know me. He laughed. Better pour me some wine, the party has just begun.

And besides, tomorrow's hunt is still on, isn't it? asked his cousin, to which he nodded.

Nigel still laughed when I referred to Bruc's surprised face when I told him that we were organizing it in his honor, on the occasion of his wedding. He smiled as he remembered.

Well, it's not every day you get a chance to do that kind of activity with your sovereign, Erick said, condescendingly.

They are faithful men, Nicholas decided, and you know better than anyone how much we owe them, he added, agreeing Erick with a nod. Besides, bonding with my people is no small thing; I know I can count on their respect and loyalty.

And they in turn know that their king will always defend them above all else, added the prince.

It is my duty, the sovereign stated emphatically, and although Erick agreed, he was well aware that not everyone felt the same way.

Once the festivities were over, everyone retired to their homes, and the royal family to the castle. Nicholas carried in his arms the little Ilsïk who, after a day full of games, had fallen into a state of exhaustion. Gabrielle was walking near him, hanging on his arm, and she looked tired too.

Go and make yourself more comfortable, he asked as he entered the room, I will take care of the little prince.

His wife did not beg and thanked him with a smile. In fact, Nicholas was worried because he had noticed Gabrielle's energy dwindling throughout the day as she arrived at bed exhausted.

He was so asleep that he didn't even flinch when I changed his clothes, he said, walking to the bed where his wife was already waiting.

He hastily removed his royal robes, leaving only his underwear, and went to bed. His wife hurried to settle in his lap, letting out a sigh when she found herself surrounded by him. He kissed her forehead, but was unable to let go of that concern.

My love?

Ummm? she moaned, feeling overcome by the dream.

Are you all right? he demanded, somewhat suspiciously.

In Kratvah itself, she whispered, pressing herself against him, and although Nicholas smiled, he wanted to keep on digging.

I mean, you've been feeling strange the last few days, he said. Have you been feeling bad?

And perhaps if his wife had assured him that nothing was wrong, he would have been convinced, but instead, the fact that she looked up at him, her cheeks burning, was a sign that something was wrong.

Gabrielle... he insisted, with a certain exigency in his voice.

It' s just that... I'm not sure, she titled.

You're not sure what? he questioned.

By now, Nicholas was sitting up in bed, trying to figure out what was happening to his wife's face, who was also sitting up.

I'd rather talk to your uncle first. It was her short answer.

And I would rather you referred it to your husband first, he objected, taking her by the cheeks and looking at him, full of concern. You know you can tell me anything.

Of course I can, she said, with her sweet tone of voice and a smile, I want to reassure him. I just don't want to give you false hope.

You scare me, Gabrielle, he spoke in fear.

No, no, she said, caressing his face. Just the opposite. If what I suspect is true, it would be wonderful.

By all the gods, my love, tell me what's wrong, he begged.

Well... she said, taking a breath, as if she wanted to take courage, I have been waiting for my period for three weeks.

Three weeks... he repeated, mentally counting. That's a long time for a simple delay... Gabrielle, are you...?

His wife's response was an intense, bright blush on her cheeks.

Divine Vetsa, he exclaimed, hugging her, unable to suppress his desire to do so. You are going to give me another child.

I don't know for sure, she called cautiously, but Nicholas continued to hold her tightly. With Ilsïk, I remember that I was terribly hungry. Now I tire quickly, and when night comes, I can barely keep my eyes open.

I noticed it, he assured her, watching her. And you had me so worried, he whispered.

I...

He kissed her before she could respond. He surrounded her completely with his arms and trapped her mouth to caress her with all the love and emotion that flooded his chest, trying to transmit with his kiss even a small part of the immense happiness he had just given her.

Right now I am the happiest man on the face of the earth, he muttered near her lips. He ran over them with his fingertips, caressing their softness and looking at himself in the violet glow of his wife's eyes. I love you, Gabrielle, I love you.

And I love you, Nicholas.

This time it was she who sought him out, and he did not hesitate to offer her the passion she demanded.

For a few seconds, the uneasiness that had kept his head busy all afternoon invaded his mind. But, after assuring himself that he would protect his wife, his family, with his own life, he abandoned himself to Gabrielle's arms and kisses.

Chapter 2

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It was a radiant summer morning, ideal to visit the lush forests of The Lakes and hunt some prey.

The group consisted of Nicholas, Erick, Jordan, Nigel and Bruc. The latter had not yet assimilated the fact of being a member of that hunting party, headed by his sovereign, to whom, from time to time, he would throw furtive looks.

If you keep on like this, you're not going to hit the target all day, joked the king, making the guard scratch his neck, embarrassed and smiling, but not losing sight of his masterful movements. At that moment, Nicholas was drawing his bow, aiming at a hare. He held his breath... Within seconds, he released the arrow and the animal's pitiful moan made it clear that it had been an accurate shot.

Unlike you, Erick said with a chuckle. You haven't failed once, he said, feigning annoyance.

You still doubt my aim? Asked his cousin with a sneer as he dismounted to pick up the downcast animal.

I would never dare, he answered with a certain exaggerated tone, making the others laugh. Especially today, when you seem to be touched by the gods.

And never better, he muttered softly, although not enough to make his comment go unnoticed.

Has anything in particular happened to make you feel so lucky? It was Jordan who asked this time, with great curiosity.

I won't say another word or my dear queen will have me beheaded, he said, riding again, but it was impossible to hide his smile, which everyone noticed. In fact, they shared confused looks, unable to decipher the mystery... until Jordan launched an exclamation.

Divina Vetsa! He shouted, alarming the group, even the horses that whinnied in alarm. Gabrielle is pregnant!

How did you...? Asked Erick, who barely understood anything. His eyes traveled back and forth from Jordan, who smiled satisfied that he had solved the riddle so quickly, to Nicholas, who scratched his neck like a naughty boy. So, is it true?

Gabrielle didn't want to tell me until she had no doubts, but I have no doubts, he confirmed. The symptoms are unmistakable, he added, recalling that the same morning his wife had begun to feel the unpleasant morning sickness.

Congratulations, Your Majesty, both Nigel and Bruc congratulated him almost in unison, Nicholas nodding, smiling and grateful.

Agatha will be crazy with happiness, said Jordan, bringing his horse closer to his brother-in-law's horse to give him a fraternal hug, which Erick imitated.

And I won't even tell you Claire, said the latter, this is something to celebrate!

God Kivhe, Jordan exhaled, rolling his eyes. My stomach still suffers from yesterday's feast.

Tragaldabas, Nigel sneered.

It's your wife's fault for cooking so well, the once-captain of Asbath pouted.

Well, today we're going to bring a nice deer to our dear Erin, decided Erick.

Everyone laughed, they didn't seem to take him very seriously.

Come on, I'm sure we'll find someone grazing in the clearing, he spurred them on. Whoever arrives last will help in the kitchen to cut up the animal.

What are you talking about? Exclaimed Nicholas, incredulously, though he laughed.

However, Erick didn't answer him, as he chopped off spurs and galloped away.

You rascal! He shouted at him, but that didn't stop his cousin. Let's go hunt that cheater! He encouraged the others to follow him.

He chased his horse, chasing Erick, who was running like hell.

«He is taking the race very seriously,» He thought, not without concern, because before reaching the clearing, they had to overcome a wild area, through a small path lined with very dense trees that barely let the sunlight pass, and with a very uneven road surface. Although Erick knew those woods, he was too fast to control the horse and the irregularities of the road.

And suddenly...

Erick!! Shouted the king, his voice breaking with shock.

He seemed to have attracted the bad Fates with his thoughts, since in front of his eyes he saw how his cousin's horse fell, throwing him several meters away, after which he hit the ground with his bones with disturbing violence.

Erick! He shouted again, pointing his mount at his battered, knocked-down body.

He dismounted quickly as the rest of the men did, and they soon caught up with him.

What has happened? Jordan asked, kneeling down next to Erick who, fortunately, was conscious.

Have you lost your mind? His cousin rebuked him, taking care of his head and shoulders, checking that he was all right.

Damn it! Shouted Erick, grimacing and asking him with a gesture not to move. My leg, he said, I think I broke it.

By all the gods, Nicholas mumbled, not hiding his anger. What I don't know is how you didn't break your head.

How is the horse? He asked, looking up, and Nicholas blasphemed.

It’s all right, damn it, he rebuked him, worry about yourself and leave the animal.

We must get him to the castle as soon as possible, said Jordan, although on horseback...

I'd better go and get a cart to move him, Bruc offered himself, who was riding again in a hurry.

Good thinking, Nicholas said, knowing that making the ride back could make the injury worse. We'll immobilize his leg in the meantime.

It wouldn't hurt to bring the old midwife who lives in the slum, too, Nigel proposed. She knows about broken bones.

Great, agreed the king.

We'll take as little time as possible, the captain assured him, before they both left.

We'll have to find a couple of branches that are as straight as possible, Jordan suggested, but Erick took them both up by the sleeve and stopped them.

Take off my boot very carefully, he asked. You may have to use the knife to cut it off.

Gods of the Kratvah, Jordan muttered, looking at Nicholas, who was clenching his fists, in a mixture of rage and helplessness. Through the tissue of the tights, one could see the fractured tibia protruding from the injured flesh.

I hope that midwife understands broken bones well, wanted to joke, Erick.

I hope so, Nicholas wished, given the gravity of the situation. For now, I won't touch you until she gets here.

And you'll be doing me a favor by bringing something smaller so I can bite it.

Erick...

I have seen my father do it many times, and believe me when I tell you that it is not pleasant.

Jordan looked at Nicholas with concern, but he nodded in agreement to do what he had asked.

It's not hard to imagine how painful it will be, the king assumed when they were alone, but you say it like it's a laughing matter.

As that midwife doesn't know what she's doing, I'll lose my leg, he cut off, his genuine concern now reflected in his voice and features. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, and Nicholas settled down behind him to hold him more comfortably.

Are you all right? He asked.

Yes, he nodded, but I think we'll have to postpone the celebration. He joked again, and the king could not help but laugh.

You are incorrigible.

That's what Claire says. He laughed too, although he grimaced. I'm really happy for you, cousin.

Well, maybe someday you and Claire will...

No, no, he interrupted him bluntly. Despite the time that has passed, I still have nightmares from time to time. I feel what happened again in my flesh, he confessed, and you know what it's like to be one step away from losing your wife.

Nicholas felt a desire to correct him, for if he were to lose Gabrielle, it would not only be her, but also his own heart and soul, his spirit. In any case, he could understand that she wouldn't want to take the risk, even if it was for something as sacred as fathering a child.

I hope this will help. Suddenly Jordan appeared, carrying several long branches and a shorter one, and Erick took it from his hands as soon as he knelt down beside him.

"Pedfedto," babbled with the stick in his mouth.

And he still wants to joke, he grumbled, looking at Nicholas.

I'll cry when the midwife comes, Erick assured him, shrugging his shoulders in resignation.

Luckily, it wasn't long they had to wait. Usually, when they went out hunting, they didn't go too far from the castle, especially after what happened to Hrodgar and his poisoned arrow and the disappearance of Nicholas, so it didn't take long to hear the hooves of a horse as they approached. Jordan stood up and took a few steps forward to greet him.

Brandon! He exclaimed as he saw that he was the rider and that the midwife was traveling with the young man.

Excellence, greeted the Asbath guard.

Without wasting any time, he dismounted and helped the midwife to do the same. She was a small, humble-looking woman of advanced years, and carried a rather worn backpack full of bandages, ointments and utensils. She respectfully greeted those present, imitating Brandon, and knelt down near Erick.

Brandon, the king called to him, How did you...?

Bruc is coming here with the cart, Your Majesty, he informed him. However, Nigel must have stayed to explain to your wife what happened, he now turned to Erick. He was surprised to see you arrive alone and in such a hurry.

She is waiting for me when we return, he whispered, joking, although he was watching the midwife's movements.

Your Highness...

I know, he nodded, giving her confidence to do whatever was necessary. In fact, he took the stick and put it in his mouth himself.

Please, Excellency, hold his arms, he asked Jordan, being the heaviest of the three. Don't let him move.

The young man obeyed, but signaled to Brandon, who was almost as large as he was, to help him, relying on the combined strength of both of them to keep Erick completely immobile. Once they had done so, the woman placed one of her hands above Erick's ankle and the other below his knee. She looked at the prince, expecting a gesture from him, and he, after taking a breath of air, nodded, at which point the midwife threw... Erick's teeth crushed the stick violently as a scream broke his throat, and tears streamed from his eyes from pain so intense that he almost lost consciousness.

The worst is over, she tried to encourage him, though her serious, thoughtful gesture worried Nicholas.

What's going on? He asked, kneeling beside her.

I will not deceive you, Your Majesty. It's serious, she confirmed. I will apply ointment and bandage your leg before splinting it, but I bring children into the world, I am not a healer.

I understand, replied the sovereign. Do what you can.

Everything in my power, she assured him.

While the woman continued with her task, Bruc arrived with the cart, provided with straw and soft blankets.

You must carry it with great care, she instructed them when she finished. And I would dare to suggest that you should call the Healing King, she added, though she lowered her head quickly. Excuse me... I meant...

Quiet, good woman, groaned Erick, who had already thrown away the stick but was still clenching his teeth. My father is honored to be addressed in this way.

Brandon, help me, please, Jordan asked.

Between the two of them, and with the midwife at the bend of his leg, they put him on the cart. The woman offered to accompany him in order to watch over his wound during the journey, and Bruc, after hooking Erick's horse on the back of the cart, took the reins.

I'm going to go ahead and inform Princess Claire of the situation, Brandon said.

Thank you, Jordan replied just before the guard galloped off.

You know him well? Nicholas asked then, placing the horse beside him, both guarding the wagon on the devilishly long journey. I know he fought by our side at Adamon, he said, but I mean, did he ever come under your command?

Yes, he replied, unable to avoid remembering that, as his brother-in-law had pointed out, the last time he saw him in action was when he helped him enter the crypt to end the plague of Hrodgar and Moira. Brandon is in his early thirties, but he entered the guard at the age of nineteen.

Very young, muttered the king, somewhat astonished.

Actually, many do, he said. However, the sad thing about it is the reasons that drove him to it.

Nicholas looked at him intently, urging him to continue.

You know that in Asbath we suffered for years from Balkar's attacks, he began to say, to which the sovereign nodded. Brandon's father was a blacksmith in a village situated to the north and therefore exposed to Balkar's attacks...

Don't tell me more, lamented his brother-in-law.

He survived because he smeared himself with the blood of a cow and pretended to be dead, he said, And when those barbarians left, there was nothing left, and he lost his house, his family, and his fiancée.

Divine Bhut... Nicholas muttered. It was difficult for him to imagine his despair at the realization that everything had been taken away from him, and being so young.

He joined the guard with the sole aim of wiping out those damned, Jordan continued, And became one of our best warriors. With nerves of steel, he is lethal with the sword and in close quarters, and more than brave he is reckless; the typical recklessness of a man who thinks he has nothing to lose.

And his own life? Nicholas asked, unhappy.

Some people say that only restlessness runs through his veins, he said half jokingly.

He's your friend, the king assumed.

No, he denied. His treatment is cordial, as you have been able to verify, but, at the same time, he is cold, distant, solitary and a little distrustful. And he would be capable of giving his life for a companion, he did not doubt it, he could have been a great captain. However, I have never seen him share a glass of wine with the boys in the guardhouse. The absence of camaraderie with them would have been an inconvenience, lacking that necessary complicity for the men to follow you into battle, so I chose Francis as my replacement.

I understand, said Nicholas, not without regret.

Because it was a real pity that a man like him, with his whole life ahead of him, did not have greater expectation than to fight, without aspiring to something else. After this misfortune, he deserved that destiny and gods rewarded him with something more than the mere company of his sword.

Finally we arrived, announced Jordan as he approached the wall.

Erick, who had spent all the way with his eyes closed because of the pain, opened them. He lifted his head slightly, and sighed with relief that they were near.

The news of the prince's accident must have run at the speed of lightning, for many citizens left their homes with the only intention of wishing him a speedy improvement, which he thanked as much as he could.

When they arrived at the entrance to the castle, and as expected, both Claire and Agatha and Gabrielle were waiting for them.

My love! Exclaimed Erick's wife, going to meet him.

Calm down, He wanted to calm her down, although she was shaking her head in worry.

Brandon also waited to offer his help, and assisted Jordan in getting the prince off the wagon. Claire herself was holding his injured leg, leading them to his bedroom.

I have some tonics that might help with the pain, the midwife pointed out to Nicholas.

Yes, of course, come with us, he asked as he entered the castle, followed by his sister and his wife.

After making sure Erick was settled and his leg in the most convenient position, the midwife gave Claire the pain tonics, as well as ointments, which she greatly appreciated.

Today I would need you to do one more service for us, Nicholas said before he left.

Of course, Your Majesty, she replied in a slavish tone.

Nicholas gestured to his wife, who was with Agatha and Claire finishing putting pillows on Erick, and quickly approached her.

My life, I'd like the midwife to check you, he proposed quietly, to which Gabrielle nodded, suppressing a chuckle.

Oh, Your Majesty! Exclaimed the woman joyfully.

It is you who must tell us, he joked, although he asked for silence with a gesture. Let's go to the bedroom.

The three went to the royal quarters, and Nicholas, reluctantly following the midwife's orders, waited in the hall. It did not take long, however, for the door to open, allowing him to enter at last.

As she entered, Gabrielle was sitting on the bed, a radiant smile on her face, and he, knowing the answer, did not hesitate to sit beside her and give her a warm kiss on the lips.

My most sincere congratulations, said the woman, also smiling. Your young wife is in excellent health. I predict that your child will be born healthy and strong.

May the gods hear you, Nicholas wished. He stood up and approached her as he pulled a gold coin from a small bag hanging from his headband.

But... this is too much, Your Majesty, she exclaimed, looking at the coin the sovereign was forcing him to accept.

You have been a great help to us, he insisted.

I, on the other hand, fear for Her Highness, she admitted. The ointments will prevent infection, and I have done my best to place the broken bone so that it will weld correctly, she narrated.

However, I should warn my uncle, snorted Nicholas in meditation.

If something goes wrong, Prince Erick could lose his leg, she lamented.

That being the case, let's not talk about it anymore, she decided.

If you'll allow me, I'd like to come and see him every day until the king arrives, she offered, with a humble gesture.

I would be grateful to you, he agreed. I will call a girl to accompany you to the exit.

Don't worry, Majesty, she refused, I'm sure I'll find my way. See you tomorrow, she said.

Once he closed the door, Nicholas turned to his wife. With a smile, he opened his arms to her, and she rushed to meet him, taking refuge in them.

I was sure of it, but now that we have confirmation, I'm even happier, he muttered, kissing her forehead.

And I, she sighed.

I would like her to be a girl, he wished, and to be just like you, he added, tapping her on the nose.

Gabrielle lifted her face and gave him a sweet kiss.

Let it be what the gods will, he said, smiling. It is enough for me that he is born healthy.

You're right, he nodded, and although Gabrielle knew of his happiness, she could also read in his face the concern for Erick.

You should warn Trystan, she reminded him, and her husband exhaled mortified.

Will you come with me? He asked, to which she agreed.

Holding hands, they went to one of the towers at the top of the castle. There, in a large cage, majestic despite its metal prison, was the raven of Moira.

Nicholas still remembered the skepticism everyone showed when Trystan insisted on taking it with him and healing it. And not only did he succeed in healing it... Despite the passage of time, they still had not been able to discover what the mystery was so that the bird would understand the wishes of the one who sent it as a messenger, but it always arrived at its destination. His uncle carried it on all his trips although, on this occasion and for his fortune, he left it with Erick, in case something happened...

Near the large cage where the bird was housed was a desk. Nicholas quickly wrote a small note which he then tied to the animal's leg. Then, with Gabrielle by his side, they went outside and released the raven in a westerly direction... towards the distant lands of Meissen.

Chapter 3

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The Meissen throne room was overflowing, although not because of one of the usual audiences. Trystan had ordered the seats he and his wife used to occupy to be removed, and in their place a large table with two armchairs was placed.

Gladys insisted on accompanying him, and he gladly accepted her help, especially her presence. It was easier for him to cope with the long hours that he consumed at the end of the day in carrying out his task.

Despite the fact that those present gathered in the room, a corridor was left free in the center through which, at that moment, a young and humble couple approached. The man was carrying a baby in one arm, and the other was passing over the shoulders of his wife, with a protective gesture.

Good afternoon, Your Majesties, he said when they stopped in front of them, although both bowed.

Welcome, said both sovereigns, after which Gladys, with a certain prudence, extended her hands to the man, asking him in silence for permission to take the baby, to which he agreed very honestly.

How precious he is, she whispered, showing him to a smiling Trystan.

When was he born? He asked them, then.

Today, just a month ago, the young man informed her, and Gladys addressed his wife while Trystan made a note of the facts in his book.

You look very recovered, he said.

Thank you, Your Majesty. The woman smiled flatly. The delivery went very well, added her husband, making her red.

What is the name of the child? The king wanted to know now.

Thomas, Your Majesty, he replied.

Okay, he muttered and began to write. Thomas, son of...

Samuel and Adele, he told her their names. We come from the Taunton village. And hearing that made Trystan's countenance change instantly, as well as Gladys'.

The usual thing after registering a baby was for Trystan to check if the person appearing had any assets, but that village was one of those affected by the previous winter's frost. Even so, the king extracted a map of the place, which had been so efficiently drawn up by his bailiffs, where the different properties could be located, in addition to the punished areas.

Are these your lands? He asked the young man with a grave expression, pointing to an area on the map near a stream.

Yes, Your Majesty, he replied, grieving.

Did the sheriff give you any documents? He demanded, and the boy rummaged through his clothes, taking out a piece of paper which he handed to him.

Little by little we are recovering, he said, although Trystan sighed heavily.

No doubt, and it is worthy of admiration, he admitted, returning what was in fact a title deed, but this will make it easier for you.

He quickly wrote a few lines on a small sheet of paper, which he then extended.

Forgive me, Your Majesty. I don't know how to read, he muttered, crestfallen, and the sovereign looked at him with an apologetic gesture.

Don't worry. With this they will give you two sheep, two goats, a cow and thirty gold coins, he pointed out, gesturing to a guard to come closer.

By all the gods! Exclaimed the marriage in unison. It is too much, he added. Now I understand the people of the village when they refer to your generosity. But... this...

Samuel was speechless, and Adele covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing a sob full of gratitude and emotion. Gladys grabbed the other one, giving it a warm squeeze, after which she returned the child.

I cannot prevent misfortune from falling upon my people, recited the king in a solemn tone. However, I can assist it to make it easier for them to get up.

Suddenly the young man knelt, lowering his face, and took Trystan's hand. Without hesitation, he brought the knuckles of the sovereign to his forehead, in a gesture of humility and deep respect.

Stand up, he asked with kindness and gratitude. I trust you will arrive home safely.

And may that child grow up healthy and strong, added Gladys, smiling.

May the gods of Kratvah guide you always, Samuel replied with a trembling voice as a farewell.

Both sovereigns nodded their heads, and the guard indicated the couple to accompany him to give them what the king had dictated.

I do not understand how my lords can consume the hours counting their gold coins, rejoicing, while the people hardly survive so many hardships, mumbled Trystan, watching the couple leave.

Fortunately, you are there to make amends, his wife said, squeezing his arm lovingly.

He took her hand and kissed her back, smiling, but with a hint of sadness. Then he looked to the front, ready to call the next villagers. However, a strange sound coming from the back of the room's door caught his attention. It was not long before it became a fluttering sound, accompanied by a dark shadow that was approaching. Trystan couldn't help but tense up, so much so that he even alerted Gladys.

What...?

But her husband's answer was to stretch out his arm and, under the exclamation of those present, a raven black as night fell on him.

Darling...

Trystan put it on the table carefully and looked at it; both knew that it could only mean one thing: something had happened. And a bad omen made his blood run cold...

He took the small rolled scroll that hung from his leg and, upon opening it, instantly recognized Nicholas' writing.

Divine Bhut... he muttered underneath, passing the tiny sheet to his wife, who looked at it uneasily.

Gods... Trystan, she exclaimed in a lament, quickly covering her mouth. You must leave for The Lakes at once.

He nodded several times, though his pursed mouth denoted displeasure. He exhaled deeply, looking at the book open in front of him.

I will continue with the census, Gladys assured him, with visible concern.

But...

Do you think I'm not dying to see our son and to know if Nicholas hasn't hidden information from us in his short message, she said, between grief and resignation. And yes, Erick needs us, but so do our people. I know well that, in addition to being a mother, I am a queen, she said. As soon as I finish my work here, I will join you in The Lakes.

My dear, I cannot leave you alone in the face of such a difficult task, he denied. Not because I think you are not qualified for it...

Of course I am, she reaffirmed with full confidence. I have been helping you for several days, she reminded him, and one of your bailiffs can assist me in case of trouble.

Trystan shook his head, though he could not help but look at all the people waiting to be received, their eyes full of hope. He could not disappoint them as their lords had done and, as his wife said, they were parents, but sovereign.

Without wanting to think about it any more, he took his pen and the small parchment and began to write on the back.

I'm going to ask Jordan to come, he answered Gladys' mute question as she looked at him expectantly. Understand, my love, that this way I will be more calm.

As you wish, she agreed. Jordan was more than instructed in these matters and, with his willingness, he would gladly agree to help her and accompany her back to The Lakes. So, when will you leave?

The sovereign finished rolling up the parchment and tied it to the crow's leg. He took the bird carefully, raising it between his hands, and closed his eyes for a few moments, concentrating, to release it later.

Once he saw it disappear through the same door through which he had entered, he turned toward his wife and kissed her forehead, sighing with sorrow.

At dawn.

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Before dinner was served, Gabrielle went in search of Agatha. They knew that Claire would not leave her bedroom to go down to the dining room, so they both decided to stop by the kitchen and bring her something to eat. Neither of the maids was surprised by her presence in the kitchen or her attitude, knowing her sovereign well, so Erin hurriedly prepared dinner trays for the couple.

However, when they arrived at the bedroom, they found that Erick was sleeping, presumably because of the tonic provided by Grunilda, the midwife.

I almost prefer him to be asleep, confessed Claire as the other two young women left the trays on a piece of furniture and settled down in a couple of chairs placed near the bed. She sat down at the foot of the bed. At least he is not suffering so much.

I imagine that the pain must be unbearable, said Gabrielle, looking at him in sorrow.

I only pray to the gods that he does not go lame, Claire confessed in a voice.

Divina Vetsa! Exclaimed Agatha. Don't even think about it! She pointed at her with one finger, in an accusatory gesture.

If something like that happened, I couldn't forgive myself, Gabrielle muttered, surprising her cousin.

What do you mean by that?

However, before she answered, Agatha snorted loudly.

It's time for the stupid stuff, she told her sister-in-law, and Claire understood that there were certain details in that conversation she didn't know.

What do you mean? she asked Agatha directly.

Your cousin feels responsible for what has happened to Erick, she replied with a dissatisfied pout.

What kind of nonsense is that? The princess was alarmed. Did you throw him off his horse? She added with an exaggerated tone.

Of course not, she sighed, clicking her tongue. But maybe Erick wouldn't have had that accident if he hadn't been hell-bent on hunting a deer to celebrate.

Celebrate what? Claire asked impatiently, tired of receiving half-hearted information. Finish talking, she demanded.

I'm pregnant, she finally said, and all the discomfort on Claire's face instantly faded, giving way to a big, genuine smile.

I'm so happy to hear the news! She exclaimed, getting up to go and hug her. And forget that nonsense, she asked her. Erick's fall was an accident, although I wouldn't rule out that it had to do with his penchant for unnecessary risks. «Crazy head» is his middle name, she joked, even without concealing her affliction when she sat up in bed again and her eyes stopped on her husband's pale complexion. I can't understand it, she said, and both Agatha and Gabrielle looked at each other, not knowing what she meant.

What don't you understand? Agatha decided to ask.

Well, he's going out of his way for me, for my welfare, for my safety, she said. You haven't forgotten what happened when I was in Deanna's state, she barely approached me for fear of harming me. And she doesn't want to hear about having another child either, she reminded them, nodding.

And you do? Demands Gabrielle cautiously.

No, she replied in a firm tone. Today the fear is stronger than the desire to beget another child, she admitted. But you know that his attitude has not always been justified.

And you must recognize that he is overprotective, defended Agatha.

Yes, with me, she said angrily, and yet when it comes to him...

Then you will have no doubt that I love you more than my own life. Suddenly Erick's voice echoed in the chamber, and the three women turned to look at him.

My love, how do you feel? Claire approached, her head down and her cheeks rosy from his statement.

Trying to make her predicament go unnoticed, she set out to touch his forehead to check for fever, and was so focused on it that she did not notice the way her husband was observing her: devotion intermingled with guilt.

Instead, both Gabrielle and Agatha were instantly aware of that detail, so they stood up, ready to leave.

Have dinner before it gets cold, said the latter as a farewell.

Thank you, said Claire just before the door was closed. And she was on her way to the dresser to get the trays when her husband grabbed her arm. She looked at his hand in surprise.

Erick...

I'm sorry, he muttered, pulling gently to bring her as close as possible. He even forced her to sit down and lean over him, their faces very close together.

But... what...?

Erick released her, though he held her cheeks between both palms, not wanting her to move away.

It's not my intention to make you suffer. It hurts me, he confessed, taking one hand to his chest, over his heart.

My love...

It's quite possible that «Crazy head» defines me perfectly, he admitted. She looked away when she realized she had heard his complaints, which Erick did not allow, holding her chin. And, instead, in everything that refers to you, he continued. I can't help it, it's superior to me, I need to protect you. But I am so foolish that I cannot stop myself from bringing you suffering.

Don't say that, he asked tenderly, caressing her face. Your love fills me with joy, you should know that by now.

Claire was sure that her husband would reply, and she kissed him, the best way to silence his protests. Erick, for his part, didn't hesitate to put them aside in order to correspond with his wife. He pressed her against him and intensified that kiss which was more powerful than any tonic, for it was a balm that gave a certain peace to his soul.

Understand that just as you love me, I love you, Claire muttered over his lips, and I need you by my side in the same way. May that thought be engraved in your mind and call for prudence when you are tempted to commit one of your mischief, she said, not wanting to sound too serious.

Or do you intend to ask me to compensate you in some way for the bad time I am giving you?

I think you know me perfectly, my husband, she laughed, resting her hands on her chest and her chin on them.

Expose your demands, he challenged her. I am willing to meet all of them.

And I'm waiting for you to get over it, she replied mischievously, and a laugh erupted from Erick's throat.

Father, by all the gods... he looked up to the sky, come quickly!

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Perhaps he was in the right place at the right time, or had the gift of opportunity, but that information was what he needed, what Tyrant King expected in return for a good deal of gold.

He looked up and down the dark corridor in which he was hiding and tuned his ear to make sure that no one who might discover him was approaching, and to hear better what was going on behind that door. Inside were the captain of the guard of Meissen and King Trystan, agreeing on the preparations for the journey he was to undertake the next day... and of which Queen Gladys would not be a part.

Undoubtedly, something so atypical must have been the result of a serious or, at the very least, important event. He brought his ear to the door... he had to be able to hear something else.

I will ask a group of men to accompany you, Your Majesty, said the captain at that moment. They will be ready to leave at dawn, just as you wish, he assured him.

Jordan of Asbath will come to assist the queen with the census and accompany her when they finish to meet me at The Lakes, said King Trystan, so I will need another garrison to guard them there. And, for that purpose, I would like you to choose your best warriors.

Do you fear...?

But he could no longer listen. He heard footsteps approaching from afar, and that piece of information was worth more than finding his bones in the dungeon.

He went in the opposite direction to the sound that was approaching more and more and, without stopping, he left the castle and went to the stables.

It was very probable that more than one would notice his absence, and he would think of something during the long journey that awaited him, some credible excuse that would justify it... For now, he mounted his horse, chopped spurs and set out for The Lakes, to Lord Durstan's fiefdom, where he knew that the information he carried would be well received... or so he hoped.

No one was wasting Khawf's time, the Tyrant King, and he lived to tell the tale...

Chapter 4

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The radiant morning sunshine made her skin, pearly in sweat, glow, as if the tiny droplets were tiny gemstones.