"Go," Grice told him. "But make it look like you"re p.i.s.sed he"s still not able to work."
Brelan understood and left.
Xander looked up as Brelan entered the hut. He eyed the guard standing idly in the room, supposedly there to help care for the patient, but in actuality, there to report to the Commandant.
"If you"ve come to hara.s.s this boy, he"s still raving out of his mind," Xander said. He put on his most stern face. "He actually thinks you"re his friend, Lord Saur."
Brelan didn"t glance at the guard. He understood the message.
"What"s the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d been saying?" Brelan snapped, standing over his brother"s cot.
"Thinks you"re here to take him home," the guard snorted. "Do you fancy that, Lord Saur?"
Brelan laughed. "As if I ever would, eh?"
"Right as rain, sir!" The guard chuckled, scratching at his filthy crotch.
Brelan looked down at Conar, could see his brother looking at him, could sense the confusion. "Why would I want to takeyou home?" he asked, making his voice as hateful as he could. He winked.
"Brelan?" the ill man asked, his voice hurt, unsure. "I-"
"You know what?" Brelan snapped, turning to look at the guard. "I think the Commandant would be interested in hearing my little talk with him, don"t you?"
The guard grinned. "Bet he would!" He sauntered to the door.
Once the man was gone, Xander stood in the entrance as though blocking further visitors. Brelan knelt beside his brother"s cot. "Are you where you can understand me, Coni?"
Conar had been lapsing in and out of consciousness all morning. The Healer had said things that made no sense, warning him with words that had little meaning. He had begged to see Brelan, had told the Healer his brother was there to take him home. Now, hearing Brelan"s sharp, taunting words to the guard, he wasn"t sure anymore. Perhaps he had imagined a talk with Brelan; perhaps he had dreamed it.
"Conar? You can"t tell these people about our plans!"
Conar reached out a trembling hand and sighed with relief when Brelan took it in his own. His lips were blistered from the fever, but he managed to say what he had obviously needed to. Pulling his brother close, Conar whispered, "Don"t hurt me anymore, Brelan. Please don"t be the one to hurt me anymore." The lost little boy voice broke. "Please?"
Brelan drew in his breath. His grip on Conar"s hot hand tightened. "By Alel"s Grace, Conar McGregor, I won"t ever hurt you again!" He brought the dry, callused hand to his lips.
Conar tried to smile, but he couldn"t. His voice was a puff of air; Brelan had to lower his ear to Conar"s lips in order to hear the words.
"Tell me somebody loves me, Bre." Brelan flinched, almost unmanned by the pleading in Conar"s voice. He felt as though he had been sucked into a vacuum where only he and Conar existed. "Please tell me somebody still cares what happens to me."
A ragged sob burst from Brelan"s mouth. He gathered Conar in his arms, oblivious to anything else save the need to show this man a modic.u.m of protection. He gently rocked the burning, sweat-drenched body. "I love you, Conar!" he moaned, his voice cracking with pain. He swallowed hard to keep from keening aloud. "By all that is holy, I do love you!"
"Appolyon"s on his way," Xander warned.
"Don"t listen to what I say to you, Conar," Brelan said. "It"ll be a pack of lies."
Hesar stepped back from the door, glanced around to make sure Brelan no longer held Conar in his arms. The ravaged look on Brelan"s face might have been construed as primal fury by anyone who had not been privy to the scene, but Hesar knew better. The look was one of intense suffering.
"I see no reason for this!" Appolyon fumed, flinging aside the paper. "Why do you feel it necessary to tell His Holiness about this?"
Brelan smiled, indifferently splaying his hands. "I was given the task of making sure Tohre"s mandates were carried out to the letter. He a.s.sured me I would enjoy my stay here despite the King"s intention of punishing me for a few, well, ill-chosen words I might have uttered to my brother, uh, my king," Brelan stressed. He folded his arms across his chest. "Of course, I had no idea Conar would be here." He let his mouth twist into what he hoped was a diabolical grin. "I"m sure Tohre was laughing up his sleeve at Legion A"Lex the entire time knowing how I would truly enjoy my stay after finding McGregor prisoner here."
"But why do you think Tohre would want to be told about the sleeping arrangement I ordered?" the fat man sulked. "I did away with the cage when the first edict arrived." The ma.s.sive jowls wobbled with indignation. "I saw no need to lessen the severity of his punishment then and I certainly don"t see the need now!"
Brelan wanted to lunge across the corpulent man"s desk and fasten his hands around the jelly-like throat, squeeze until the beady eyes popped out of the marshmallow face. Instead, he lifted one disdainful shoulder. "McGregor must be integrated with his fellow inmates."
"But they"ll talk to him."
"Let them."
"Absolutely not!" The man shook a pudgy fist at Brelan. "I want no one to speak to him. I don"t want his existence acknowledged in any way."
Brelan"s smile faded. He bore his dark brown gaze into Appolyon"s. "I must report what I find here. If you insist on continuing as you have, I am sure His Holiness will issue another edict and that will be sent as soon as my report arrives in his hands. Now, what that edict will require may be even less to your liking."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning he could issue a mandate that will see you promoted to another post."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Of course not, sir." Brelan smiled. "I"m merely stating that if you keep disagreeing with the Arch-Prelates wishes concerning his prisoner, and we both know McGregor is just that, then he is likely to appoint someone who will carry out his desires."
Appolyon"s fingers drummed the desktop. He couldn"t afford to loose this position. He didn"t dare return to Serenia, or any of the other Seven Kingdoms where a bounty had been placed on his head long ago by returning prisoners. "Where do you intend to put him?"
Brelan wanted to laugh with relief. "I"ll keep him where he is for now. I"ll just change his work schedule to coincide with the others."
The Commandant waved a sausage-like hand. "Whatever." His rubbery lips formed a pout.
Walking back to Du Mer"s hut, Brelan had a hard time keeping the smile from his face. He saw Grice and Chand watching him; he winked as he brushed past them.
"You men listen up!" he said loudly. "From today on, the Traitor will be working the same schedule as you. Sleeping in here at the same time, leaving to work when you do."
"Working alongside us?" Grice asked as he and his brother came through the door.
"No, and you aren"t to talk to him. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly," Roget answered.
Brelan turned to du Mer. "He"s just another piece of furniture. Understood?" Brelan pushed Grice aside as he started to leave. "He"s n.o.body."
"Thank you," Chand whispered as Brelan moved past him.
"Get your a.s.s to the showers, Wynth! You smell to high heaven and back!"
* * * Conar went back to work in the rock field behind the huts the following week at the same time the men in his hut trudged wearily to the mines. He had been given a fair bill of health by Xander that morning and was told to report to the du Mer hut that evening. "You"re going to be allowed to live with the men from now on," Xander explained in as gruff a voice as he could muster. "Some new kind of torment, I suppose." He understood all too well Brelan"s hand in this new living arrangement. He was sick at heart, worried that Brelan had overstepped, but too overjoyed to think too clearly about it. He walked to the rock field with a heart lighter than it had been in years and began his work with more hope than he had ever had. He was weak, his legs a might unsteady, but he managed to heft the smaller rocks out of the new drainage ditch without too much effort. For the most part, the guards a.s.signed to him looked the other way when he frequently stopped to rest. They had obviously been chosen by Brelan. Also, his hand was healed well enough, but he grimaced when the pain grew too intense.
"That"s enough for today," one of the guards snarled.
Conar was astonished. It wasn"t anywhere near dark. The others hadn"t started coming from the mines. He recognized Brelan"s hand in this, too, and would have smiled if he could have. Instead, he nodded, turning to go back to the hut. He had taken only three steps before someone caught his arm and spun him around.
"Where the h.e.l.l do you think you"re going?"
Conar didn"t need to look up to know who had spoken. He simply let himself be shaken so hard his teeth rattled.
"I asked you a question!"
"To my hut, sir," he forced himself to reply.
"Not at this time of day, you ain"t!"
"Drake!" a guard warned, "if he gets sick again, Saur will nail you to the cross ties."
"But it ain"t time!" He shook Conar again. "Get your a.s.s back to that rock pile before I take my strap to your-"
"Drake!"
Lydon clenched his teeth, but turned to see Brelan Saur. He glared at the approaching man. "It ain"t time for him-"
"Get your hand off him!"
Lydon"s hand tightened on Conar. "The Commandant don"t want him mollycoddled..."
Brelan jabbed a hard hand into Lydon"s thick shoulder. "I said to get your hands off my-"
"Your what?" Drake interrupted with a belligerent smirk, fusing his furious gaze with Brelan"s raging brown stare.
"My property!" Brelan shot a hard fist into Drake"s jaw. The man landed on his backside and sat staring into a face blazing with rage. He flinched as Brelan leaned over and growled. "He"s my property, Drake. Don"t think for one minute I don"t know what you"d like to do to him!" Brelan let his dark gaze shift insultingly to Drake"s crotch. "That is, if you could!"
Drake"s beefy face flooded with color. His lips drew back with a feral grimace. "There"s more than one way to take him, you know!" His fingers went to the handle of his whip.
Brelan jerked the bigger man to his feet, pulling Drake so close he could feel the man"s body heat against him. "You better mean the business end of that whip. If you try doing something else to this man, you"ll be on the receiving end of whatever you had planned!"
Drake wrenched free and backed away, his eyes full of spite. "You poking him, are you?" His lips twisted with malice. "He"s a good lay, ain"t he?"
Again, if Drake had seen the fist coming, he might have ducked. He didn"t have time. He was out cold before he heard Brelan"s grunt of animal fury.
Conar stared down at his tormentor. He was aware of his brother standing, trembling beside him, but he didn"t need to look into Brelan"s face to know the extent of his outrage.
"Get to your hut," Brelan hissed through clenched teeth. "And for the love of Alel, stay clear of this madman!"
PART II:.
Chapter 1.
"What"s wrong, dearling," King Legion A"Lex asked his wife as he sat beside her on the fountain"s rim. He put his arm around her and brought her close to him. "I"m worried about them, Milord," Liza told him. "Nothing can go wrong. Nothing. Brelan has to bring them home." He smiled. "Did I ever tell you about the time Galen hung Conar upside down out in the forest and no one knew where he was?" A hesitant laugh broke through the worry on Liza"s lovely face. "Galen?" "Aye." He took one of her hands and brought her wrist to his lips, placed a light, feathery kiss on her flesh, then laid her hand on his thigh, entwining his fingers with hers. "How did he manage that?" she asked, intrigued. "Galen wasn"t as ineffectual as most people would have thought." Legion chuckled. "Especially Conar. He always thought Galen was a sissy."
"He never trusted him." "And with good reason." Legion laughed. It was a mark of the pa.s.sing of time that they could speak of Conar without sadness and the grief that had once surrounded them when his name was spoken.
"What happened?"
Legion grinned. "They might have been all of four, five years old, I think. Anyway, they sneaked out of the keep, alluded their nanny and set out for Lake Myria to gather blueberries for their mama. There used to be this old gamekeeper"s shack near the road leading to Activa. It was torn down not long afterward, but the two of them decided to snoop inside the place." He looked over the garden, the smile lingering on his face. "Conar wasn"t afraid of anything, but Galen wouldn"t go pa.s.s the doorway after he heard some hissing sounds."
"Snakes?"
"Rodents, more than likely. At any rate, Conar, probably wanting to show off, went inside. While he was in there, a section of the wall caved in, it was in terrible shape anyway, and he got a conk on the noggin" that knocked him out."
"Was he hurt?"
Legion shrugged. "I would imagine he had a pretty fair headache when he woke up, but considering where he was when he did, I think he was more angry than hurt."
"What did Galen do?"
The smile left Legion"s face. "You remember Galen. He never really had the same feelings for Conar the rest of us did. I believe he thought Conar was either dead or dying; he couldn"t wake him, you see. He told Cayn later that Conar was as white as a sheet. But he managed to drag Conar part way out of the cottage, no small feat for a little boy."
"Why didn"t he just run for help?"
"Who knows? Maybe he thought Papa would think he"d been responsible. So, instead of going back to the keep, he found a rope and tied Conar"s feet, looped the rope over a timber of the roof and pulled Conar off the ground."
Liza"s mouth dropped. "How did he manage? Conar would have been dead weight."
Legion chuckled. "Desperation can make you do many things; he thought he was helping."
"How?" she asked, her tone incredulous.
"When you hang upside down, the blood rushes to your head, right? Conar was white as a sheet, so I guess Glane thought if he got the blood flowing in Conar"s face, he"d wake up."
Liza shook her head. "Childlike thinking, I suppose."
"Galen still couldn"t wake Conar so he decided he"d get help. The trouble was, Hern caught him coming back and turned him over to his nanny. You can imagine what Hern probably said to the brat. Galen went stubborn on them. When Hern asked him where Conar was, Galen said he didn"t know. Papa sent out a search party, but no one thought to look in the old gamekeeper"s cottage." A glimmer of amus.e.m.e.nt lit Legion"s blue eyes. "No one, that is, except Brelan."
"But he couldn"t have been more than six or seven!"