New and Improved Dream Peddler

[onlymystory]

hey gang, wow its been so long since I've chatted with any of you. Its horrible the way school takes up all your time anyways I'll be on more now to chat a bit. Here's the new first chapter and the second. A lot is still similar but I think I've changed enough that it will be much clearer and end more cleanly.


Chapter 1
“William, are you certain I’m the right choice for this?” Kieran sat on his horse, looking down at the young man who would one day be his king.
“I can’t think of a better messenger,” replied William.
“So I’ll see you in a few months, unless early winter storms keep me delayed somewhere.” Kieran was thrilled to be leaving but he couldn’t help feeling sorrow at leaving his best friend.
“Indeed.”
“You’ll be an excellent king, William.” Kieran smiled. “You can’t fix all that is wrong with our country.”
A shadow passed over William’s eyes. “Kieran, there’s…”
“What?” asked Kieran, noticing the other’s behaviour.
“Never mind,” answered William. “I just need to have as much faith in our success as you do.”
“You’ll be great,” promised Kieran. He hoped he was right.
William handed Kieran the reins. “Be sure to visit Darchmon. I need Lord Eriq for this rebellion. The Lady Ariella is also most vital and…” William stopped as the familiar sound of soldiers echoed in their ears. “Go Kieran! And be careful.”
Kieran responded by leaning over his horse’s neck and kicking hard with his heels. They galloped past the night patrol and managed to slip out the gates before the soldiers could follow. Within minutes Kieran could no longer see the capitol. Only a great looming shadow remained.
- - -
Several days later, Kieran was surprised by another patrol near the northern mountains.
“Gods above,” muttered Kieran, cursing his bad luck. He swung his mount to the side, hoping to escape into the woods but these soldiers were clearly better trained for they quickly surrounded him.
“I’ll need to see your permit,” stated the patrol’s captain.
The laws stated that no one could travel without papers. Unfortunately forgery was no longer an option as Costan placed his personal magical seal on each permit issued. Kieran felt the current king had altered the laws in order to increase his own wealth. Obtaining a permit of any sort cost a small fortune and fines for not providing one were nearly as bad.
“I’ll be needing to see a permit too if you continue to wear that outfit on patrols,” retorted Kieran.
“Do you know who I am?” demanded the man, face blushing pink. His uniform—orange with forest green trimmings and buttons—was truly frightening.
“You look a bit like a ferret,” answered Kieran. He wasn’t about to play nice. He had no intentions of being arrested but with no pass he would have to be creative about his escape.
“Dismount immediately and show me your papers,” demanded the captain, face now bright red.
Kieran sighed and swung his legs over to one side of his horse in preparation to dismount. He ran one hand through wavy auburn hair and reached the other into his belt. Kieran kicked off from the horse, using its back as a catapult. He flipped through the air sending two small but lethal daggers into the necks of soldiers before landing on the dirt road. Kieran’s hands flew to his belt, finding new blades to throw.
He attempted to attack several more soldiers before they recovered but found his knives could not be removed from his belt. Kieran glanced around to see the soldiers surging forward at him. As each reached an area within a foot of Kieran, they were thrown back. Kieran thought he saw several rainbow flashes of light but dismissed them as sunlight on steel.
Kieran moved to either side but hit an invisible wall all around him. After several frustrating attempts to escape he calmed down. I need to think rationally. Make a circle and see if there are any openings. He used his hand to feel the wall and found an opening. Kieran passed through intending to move around and fight again. The wall snapped into place once more, forcing Kieran to move deeper into the woods.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll just escape into the forest.” It seemed whoever his rescuers were, they weren’t letting him fight. Kieran had nothing of value on his horse and within minutes was running hard into the forest.
“Well, this is one way to take a scenic tour of Tiarjene,” he muttered to himself. Kieran ran until his legs grew weak and the sun sank low in the sky. He managed to drink a few sips of water from a small spring before collapsing beneath a large elm. Within minutes Kieran was fast asleep.

 

[onlymystory]

Chapter 2
A tiny sparrow landed softly on his shoulder. Echoes of the song he had been whistling could be heard in the bird’s chirping. Kieran grinned. He hadn’t realized his whistled tune carried so far. Kieran reached a cautious hand upward and stroked the little bird’s feathers. A few seconds later, the sparrow flew off, still singing the same song. Kieran continued walking along the forest road, his deep emerald eyes alert now. There was certainly nothing to fear from a tiny sparrow or any other woodland creature but Kieran wasn’t a fool. In these current times, one needed to be watchful. Enemies turned up in surprising places and Kieran was no stranger to enemies.
The sun began to make its usual descent into the west and Kieran quickened his step. He had just enough coin for a room and a hot meal. If he didn’t make it to the city of Darchmon before nightfall, he’d risk sleeping out of doors again. Kieran’s back and shoulder muscles were still reminding him of the last eight nights when he’d done just that. The quiet shade of the forest gave way to glaring sunlight as Kieran stepped towards the gates of Darchmon. Darchmon was unique in that its people were guarded by private militia rather than Costan’s men. William had explained once that Darchmon catered to a very large number of influential men and women. It was in Costan’s best interest to give Darchmon its space. Shielding his eyes briefly, he counted four guards at the gate. Two stood as sentries in the watchtower on the right of the gates. Another maintained his position at the gate, ready to open or close it upon his sergeant’s command. Kieran noted the sergeant as well. He wasn’t the same soldier as the last time Kieran had visited Darchmon but soldiers often changed posts. The sergeant paced along the open road no doubt anxious for his relief to arrive. There was nothing like a long day in the sun to make one crave good ale at the end of it. Kieran was pleased. Four guards was the right number for a town of Darchmon’s size. Any more guards and there would have been trouble. Heightened security meant more red tape and Kieran was too tired to jump through hoops.
“Ahoy! You there! What business have you in Darchmon this night?”
Kieran looked up to see that his musings had brought him up to the gate.
“I’m merely a traveler in the land of our noble and gracious king. I was hoping to find lodging in your fine town for a few nights. “
The sergeant scowled. “You’ll answer a few questions for me first, innocent as ye seem or not. We make it a point to know the business of visitors to our town. Then I’ll decide if you’ll be lodging with us.”
Kieran gave the tiniest of bows to the sergeant.
“Sure and I’m willing to answer most of your questions, sir. I’m no stranger to such a thing. And what is the world without a few questions? Why without a wee bit of curiosity, we’d surely all die of boredom.”
Kieran’s northern brogue leaked into his speech as it often did when he talked for more than a few words. He found it odd since he hadn’t lived in the north since childhood but the influence remained.
“Well, it’s obvious you’re from Seamaught or Connally or some such northern town,” said the sergeant gruffly. “I’ve not heard an accent like that in years. But tell me your trade and we can be done with this conversation.”
“Surely you, my good sergeant, are not saying you don’t wish to know of all me travels and my fascinating history?” Kieran grinned mischievously at the man.
The sergeant responded by spitting on the ground beside him. “Gossip is for the queen’s court and old women. I belong to neither group.”
“Point taken,” shrugged Kieran, hiding his laughter under the guise of a coughing fit.. “Very well. I’m a peddler of sorts and a bit of a bard.”
“What exactly do you sell then?”
“I sell my stories, good sir,” replied Kieran. “Or rather, I sell the beginnings of stories. For some say every true story begins with a dream.”
The sergeant furrowed his brow and stared at the wiry young redhead who stood before him.
“You’re telling me you sell stories?”
“Not stories, sir,” corrected Kieran. “Dreams.”
“Dreams?” asked the sergeant.
“Indeed. Everyone likes a dream to remember when life gets to be too heavy a burden. Others prefer a dream to push them along in life. I supply them with that dream.”
“And what do you ask in return for such a fine gift?”
“Merely their story. I want to know what they did with the dream. How it changed their life, if at all? As I told you, I am a bard as well.” Kieran mockingly assumed the pose of a traveling bard complete with imaginary lute.
The sergeant laughed and signaled the guard to open the gate. Whatever the young man thought himself to be he was clearly harmless.
“Go on with ye, then. I’m sure there are a few of the people of Darchmon who would be happy to hear your stories.”
Kieran thanked the sergeant and stepped through the gates. The last burnt orange rays of the sun were fading, leaving the horizon tinged with soft rosy hues and streaks of violet. The forest had fallen softly into shadow. The trees had begun to create a cloak of darkness over the road. Before him in the village, the signs of the impending night were clear as candles began to flicker in windows and travelers moved with lanterns towards home and supper. Kieran hurried along the road to the Inn of the Jackal. This was his favorite inn in Darchmon for rogues, merchants, soldiers, and nobles alike gathered under this roof.
Kieran was greeted by a servant and after giving the man several silver coins, was shown to a room on the third floor. Frequent visitor or not, Kieran was not of a high enough status to be greeted by the innkeeper. It was of no consequence. Kieran preferred only the attention he intentionally created for himself. Any more caused too many problems.
Kieran scanned his room as he sat on the edge of the bed. A small chair and a washbasin sat in the corner. Other than a bed the room was sparse. Kieran preferred it that way. He set his belt and jacket down on the chair. He slid his knee length boots from his feet and stood them below the chair. His black panther-skin vest he draped over the chair and neatly folded his white cotton shirt and black breeches. Kieran preferred to sleep bare, like most of the men in Tiarjene. His eyelids closed mere seconds after his head hit the pillow. Kieran realized briefly he’d forgotten to eat but he was too tired to care. He resolved to eat a hearty breakfast first thing tomorrow morning before searching for work and immediately drifted to sleep.
- - -

 

[onlymystory]

Kieran awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through his window. He groaned slightly as he stretched his arms, releasing the sleepy tension from them. He tried not to sleep late most mornings. It always left him feeling tired for most of the day. But there were times when he would have been happy to stay in bed and today was one of those times. Kieran splashed some water from the room’s basin on his face and reached for his clothes. He was pleased to see that they had been cleaned and pressed during the night. The Inn of the Jackal certainly did not cut corners when it came to the comfort of its guests. Kieran appreciated the extra effort. There were few things he detested more than putting on dirty clothes.
Kieran pulled most of his clothes on quickly, then he sat back on the bed to lace up his boots. Most men in Tiarjene preferred simple calf-skin boots that slid on. Kieran found over his travels that his own served him better. Made of deerskin and lacing from toes to just under the knee, Kieran felt his boots provided a greater support and mobility. To those who said that deerskin provided little protection, Kieran argued that most enemies did not attack one’s feet. Even if they did, it was hard to imagine dying from a stabbed foot. And of course if he was being honest his boots were different and Kieran had long ago learned to embrace that which made him unique.
He sighed briefly. Sometimes this traveling constantly wore on him. But someone had to get these reports. King Costan had been reigning for years but his methods of cruelty and heavy handedness grated against Kieran’s heart. He wasn’t the only one. Several nobles and merchants were tired of the King’s ill treatment of his subjects. And anyone forced to work hard for a living despised Costan’s heavy handed nature. Kieran intended to do what he could to put a new king on the throne. His childhood friend William came from a royal line older than Costan’s. If Kieran and others could get enough information for William they had a chance of restoring the empire. The key was in the support of the nobles and the actions of Tiarjene’s citizens.
Downstairs, Kieran found the dining room to be crowded with people. There was nothing surprising about this. Most inns stayed busy throughout the day. It was the best place to catch up on news of the town, the countryside, and even the kingdom as a whole. Kieran sat down next to a burly man in a back corner.
“Morning sir. Fine weather we’re having this fall wouldn’t you say?”
The man grunted at Kieran around a mouthful of porridge. He swallowed abruptly and turned to face Kieran.
“Fall seems to be alright. Trade is off though. Plenty of people with no money to spend.”
“Crops were bad this year I take it?” asked Kieran. He lifted a hand slightly and flagged down a serving-girl as he spoke. “I hadn’t realized Darchmon was doing so poorly.”
“Most of the eastern lands had a poor year. I take it you’re no farmer or merchant to be asking such questions.”
Kieran shook his head. “I’m visiting.” He leaned back slightly to give his order to the young woman behind him. “I’m Kieran by the way. So what of the crops outside of Darchmon? Have they been doing as badly?”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” said the man. “Folks call me Ian. From what I hear the whole country is doing poor. Course I don’t travel much,” he added as an afterthought.
Kieran handed a small copper coin to the woman who brought him his food and began to dig in. His plate was full of bacon, eggs, and potatoes. He heavily salted his food and started eating.
The man continued talking as Kieran ate. “It’s not much of a surprise that the kingdom is doing poor. Everyone’s taxed so much there’s no money for seed. Even if the rains had cooperated there’s not enough crop to cover a family’s needs. It’s not as if we have a…” Ian’s voice trailed off as he realized he didn’t know Kieran too well. “That is to say…I’m sure things will work out. Where did you say you were from again?”
“I didn’t.” answered Kieran, ignoring the question. “Would you care to learn a little about the goods I have to sell?”
“I suppose. What is it you sell?”
“Dreams.”
The man burst out laughing. It was clear he thought Kieran was eating out of the horse’s mash. “Gods above, lad! It sounded as though you said you sell dreams.”
“You didn’t miss hear me,” said Kieran. “I sell dreams.”
“And how do you make any money at such a living? Most folk can’t even feed themselves let alone pay for the nonsense of a dream.”
Ian glared a little at Kieran. Kieran took no offense. He was used to people’s anger at his trade. Indeed it did seem rather frivolous in these troubled times. But it made a convenient cover for his work. Kieran swallowed a hot gulp of coffee that was surprisingly rich in flavor before speaking.
“I give people a dream, an escape from the realities of the world. For a few moments folk can remember an easier time. All I require is a little back-story. Why do you want such a dream and what will you do with it?”
“What’s the use of knowing that? Seems like you’re losing out. Besides, how can anyone create a dream?”
Kieran smiled at the man. “I discovered when I was young that I had a gift for story-telling. My parents had me tested for magic but our local mage said I had so little I should stick to weaving yarns. So I worked at my story telling skill and found a way to capture the images I created and leave them for others. I ask for the stories of those who take my dreams so that I can someday tell their stories to others.” He didn’t mention some of his other aids. Even he wasn’t sure about that gift.
Ian sighed. “I suppose that makes sense. Seems a waste of time to me.”
“Perhaps,” answered Kieran. “But then a great many tasks can be a waste of time. I merely practice one of them.”
Ian set down his mug with a bang. “Well then, let’s see if this magic of yours works! Have ye got a moment to spare?”
“Not now. I have some other business to attend to. But I will be in Darchmon one more night before moving on. Perchance I could meet with you again. This evening would be a great deal more enjoyable if I had the chance to ply my trade.”
“Evening it is then. I’ll be seeing ye lad.” Ian walked out of the room still chuckling to himself as he left. Kieran wasn’t concerned. The man thought he was a fool. So much the better. If people thought Kieran was smart, he’d be watched closer. He set another copper on the table to pay for his meal and walked out the door. Kieran had several people to visit and the day only lasted so long.

 

[AslanFollower]

I love the changes! The background really helps understanding, especially showing William earlier.

 

[Elendil]

WOOT! IT's amazing!

 

[Lost Dreamer]

Yes, alot better than last time, alot clearer. One bit about the added scene on the beginning; for us that already know about Keran it was a nice addition. But for a chapter 1 I can't help but think it wa a bit out of place. Its informative, to be sure, but you jump right in without any description on Keran, or William; so it feels like we missed something.

Phew. theres my say.

 

[onlymystory]

ok then now having read that new bit would you think it was better with some more background details or better as an epilogue which would eliminate the need for quite as much extra info?


and i'll post the next bit in a new post so it doesn't get mixed up

 

[Rhyanidd]

Personally, I like the chapter one. And, when I studied Epic stories, they said that to 'jump in the middle' is actually good, and then to add bits and pieces of the characters here and there is best. Its like you meet the characters and then you get to KNOW them as time goes on, as you would with a REAL person. You don't meet people already knowing everything about them. Am I being clear?

I like that you have William in the beginning. In the original you knew that Kieran and William were best friends, but you didn't see it. So I think showing William at the beginning will make Kieran's feeling betrayed at the end a lot keener for the reader. (Again, am I making sense?)

“You can’t fix all that is wrong with our country.”

Do you really want to use 'can't' hear?

“I’ll be needing to see a permit too if you continue to wear that outfit on patrols,” retorted Kieran.

“Do you know who I am?” demanded the man, face blushing pink. His uniform—orange with forest green trimmings and buttons—was truly frightening.


“Well, this is one way to take a scenic tour of Tiarjene,”

haha *snort!*I love that part

And what is the world without a few questions? Why without a wee bit of curiosity, we’d surely all die of boredom.”

Tis true, tis true.

For some say every true story begins with a dream.”

I like this line very much.

How it changed their life, if at all?

Um, I think that should be a period, maybe? Because he's not really asking a question, he's making a statement. I don't know, you're the smart collEge kid.

Kieran had long ago learned to embrace that which made him unique.

Here. Here.

“But then a great many tasks can be a waste of time. I merely practice one of them.”

I should try that on my mom. Maybe she'll let me waste more time.

 

[Lost Dreamer]

Personally, I like the chapter one. And, when I studied Epic stories, they said that to 'jump in the middle' is actually good, and then to add bits and pieces of the characters here and there is best. Its like you meet the characters and then you get to KNOW them as time goes on, as you would with a REAL person. You don't meet people already knowing everything about them. Am I being clear?

Crystal clear. You are right, fantasy storys are supossed to start with a big bang. The first scene in the first post gives us that; two strangers with names doing something drastic. (I would like to know what they look like, though)
But then the post goes on to scene two and ruins the drastic big-bang atmosphere by a funny but rather insignifigant scuffle. I think the hint of the fairy is a good hook, but just in the wrong place. the second scene just feels odd to me.

ok then now having read that new bit would you think it was better with some more background details or better as an epilogue which would eliminate the need for quite as much extra info?

Now, Ryhannid and I are debating over this so take my advice with a grain of salt; but i think you should delete scene 2 of the first post entierly. Instead, in scene 1, give us a bit more of a description of Keran and William with dramatic details--'his blue eyes never stopped scanning the trees for danger'--something like that.
I think you should be good then. Because, I dont know, the extra scene just sounds extra. Unessacary, and clogging.

Did any of that make sense?

 

[Rhyanidd]

Now, Ryhannid and I are debating over this so take my advice with a grain of salt; but i think you should delete scene 2 of the first post entierly. Instead, in scene 1, give us a bit more of a description of Keran and William with dramatic details--'his blue eyes never stopped scanning the trees for danger'--something like that.
I think you should be good then. Because, I dont know, the extra scene just sounds extra. Unessacary, and clogging.

Did any of that make sense?

Umm..I think I understand. I happen to be cracked up by that second scene, and I tend to judge things by how they speak to me, or how they affect me in other ways so that may be clouding my judgement.

So take my advice with some salt, too. (A bit more than a grain)
1). The scene does seem a bit extra. But I think it is also good, because Kieran shouldn't have the entire trip easy (aside from the inevitable discomforts of traveling). So, to me, an escape from a patrol is awesome. However, he seems to get out of it very easily.
2). If you decide to get rid of that scene keep the banter between the patrol leader and Kieran and add it somewhere where it won't be clutter. It was HILARIOUS, and deserves to be seen by the general public. (I think Kieran's line about how the patrol leader needs a permit to wear that would also be a good Ariella line...maybe).

 

[onlymystory]

so I have to say I definitely understand both sides of what ya'll are saying. i kind of agree that the second part feels superfluous where it is but I do still want to keep it. I may have to do some adjusting and figure out where to put that piece while not making it feel like such a leftover section

 

[onlymystory]

“Malcolm! Sure and you’ve grown outward in recent years.” Kieran stepped through the doorway of the home of his good friend. The blacksmith had lived in Darchmon his entire life and was one of the members of the plot to place William on the throne. He kept track of a steady stream of information and sent it to the leaders through various messengers. Kieran hadn’t been able to send someone to him for several months and he was curious as to what sort of information Malcolm would have. Living on the Eastern coastline as he did, Malcolm was one of the best sources for information about both Tiarjene and the neighboring nation across the sea of Camris. He wanted to find out about the nobility’s stance as well.
Malcolm, a large, round man with curly black hair and closely trimmed black beard came out of the darkness of the blacksmith’s shop. Like most commoners, he wore simple breeches and a loose cotton shirt. The shirt, where once a cream color was streaked with black and several holes showed the evidence of many burns from the smith. His brown leather boots were scuffed and worn with age. He nearly smothered Kieran in a giant bear hug before releasing him.
“Kieran! Its been far too long since you last graced Darchmon with that sharp tongue of yours.”
The man led Kieran indoors past the shop in front of the house. Kieran noted a great deal more tools than the last time he had visited. The crops may have been poor in recent years but clearly Malcolm’s blacksmithing talents were still in high demand. Kieran wasn’t surprised. The worse the crops were the further farmers had to travel to sell them. No doubt many horses needed re-shod with all the travel. Without a royal blacksmith as was standard in most Tiarjenean towns, Malcolm had a monopoly on blacksmithing needs.
“Indeed, I’ve been gone for some time. A lot’s been happening.”
Malcolm directed Kieran towards a long dining table and a wooden bench. “Cider be a decent enough drink?”
“Of course. Cider sounds perfect. Today’s a bit warm for autumn.”
Kieran sat down and accepted the mug from his friend. The cool cider slid down his throat, quenching his thirst perfectly. Malcolm set his own mug on the table and sat down across from him.
“So tell me, what’s the news from the capital? Is everything…”
“Careful,” Kieran said, cutting him off. “Our plans are still too fragile to risk by talking openly. Is your home secure?”
“It is,” replied Malcolm. “When business picked up a couple years ago, I had one of the local mages put a few security spells on the place. No one thought anything of it since I bought a new forge the same day. We’re safe to talk here.”
“Perfect,” answered Kieran. He shoved his mug to the side and leaned forward. “The rebellion has grown in recent months but we still are not quite strong enough to stage a coup. That’s why I’ve been traveling again. William wants to know who our allies and who our enemies are. This plot is rests on too precarious an edge to leave anything to chance. Now then, how do we look along the eastern coastline?”
Malcolm’s face grew intense. It was clear to Kieran that this was no game to him either. Malcolm would see William to the throne or die trying just as the rest of the rebellion would.
“As far as noblemen, we’re fairly even. Lord Antonio of Cornwall has been expressing doubts about His Majesty as of late. We have a few people in his household. If he’s serious about this we’ll know.”
Kieran clenched his fists and nodded. “That’s excellent news!” This was better than Kieran had hoped for. Lord Antonio was one of the most influential nobles in Tiarjene. He would be a powerful ally if these rumors were true. Kieran frowned slightly and looked back up at Malcolm.
“What about Camris? I know their support of our cause is unlikely but how do they feel towards Costan?” The kingdom across the sea was a strong country but loyalties to allies tended to shift with those in power. Yet the current emperor’s adopted daughter was rumored to be merciful and compassionate in a way that no one could rival.
Malcolm shook his head. “Camris is no ally of ours. Haven’t you heard? Camris had one of the best harvests in years. Word has it they’re still working in the fields to bring it in.”
Kieran groaned. They needed trouble in the neighboring nations. Countries that were happy were far too willing to help their allies. They needed Camris to ignore their rebellion for it to succeed.
Malcolm continued, “With the surplus, Costan’s going to be emptying his coffers to buy food for his court.” Malcolm amended his statement. “Well, Costan will be taxing and emptying his subjects’ coffers to buy food for the nobility. Its common knowledge he won’t be buying for any commoners.”
Kieran’s fist sent cider sloshing out of both mugs.
“If Costan has to buy food, Camris will never ally with us! No country wants to help another’s rebellion when the current king is keeping them rich.”
Wiping a rag across the now sticky table, Malcolm stood up.
“We’ll just have to think a bit harder. There has to be a way to get Camris on our side. Or at the very least a little angry with Costan. Calm down and be rational Kieran.”
Kieran sighed. “I suppose so. I’ll work on it and send you word of any changes to our current plans.” He stood and moved towards the door. “I do appreciate your efforts Malcolm. I’ve a few more people to see before departing tomorrow but coming here provides me with comfort and reassurance. May the gods bless you and your household for your work.”
Kieran grasped Malcolm’s forearms with his hands and squeezed. He had missed Malcolm over the last few months. It could easily be many more months before he saw him again. Kieran made to leave, remembered something he wanted to tell Malcolm and turned back with a grin.
“I may gain a chance to peddle my wares this evening. Therefore the coming months might provide a few more people of Darchmon with some curious thoughts about the future.”
Malcolm looked warily at Kieran.
“Kieran you wouldn’t…” his voice trailed off.
“What?” shrugged Kieran innocently, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know perfectly well that people love to dream of their king. My dreams just don’t include the current king.”
“Ach well, just be careful lad. William would have my head if you got into trouble.”
“Of course. I won’t do anything rash.” Kieran assured the older man. “Farewell, old friend. May the next time we meet be at the crowning of the true king. Long live William!”
Malcolm raised a fist in salute. “Long live William.”
The rest of Kieran’s day filled quickly as he met with other members of the rebellion. Cierdre, a young maid in Lord Eriq of Panais’ home reported that her master was still very much in support of William’s bid for the throne. Kieran was thrilled to discover a well-equipped armory beneath the tanner’s shop. The support in Darchmon was small but they certainly made use of what was at hand. Kieran made a mental note to keep a close eye on Darchmon in the future. He had the feeling between Lord Antonio and Malcolm, Darchmon would grow quicly in its support of the rebellion. Finishing his tasks and after assuring himself that his leaders were well-informed of the rebellion’s current situation, Kieran returned to the Inn of the Jackal.

 

[onlymystory]

The inn was a good deal more inviting now that Kieran could see it in the light. The owner had clearly made some changes in the last few years. The inn rose three stories high and ran long enough to hold twelve rooms on either side. The innkeeper had erected a fence of wooden states from the edges of the inn and stretching around behind to enclose the property. Several smaller buildings dotted the remainder of the property. Kieran noted with approval the stables. Sturdy, but with plenty of open space to insure the horses’ comfort. Kieran had found that those who cared for animals usually cared well for humans. A recently harvested garden extended from the back of the servants’ quarters.
The inn was packed with people and Kieran was growing frustrated as he tried to find a seat. Scanning the dining room, he saw Ian, the farmer he had met earlier in a back corner. Kieran meandered his way through the crowd, shoving aside a few who hadn’t grasped the meaning of the words “pardon me”.
“Ian,” said Kieran. “Good to see you again.” He reached to shake the man’s hand. “One would think a festival was going on with all these people.”
“Just a few hungry folk,” said Ian cheerfully. “Have a seat lad. Let’s get some grub in ye and ye can tell me of this dream business of yours.”
“An excellent idea. I’m starving.” Kieran sat down and within a few minutes had ordered from the girl who came to the table. He made casual small talk with Ian while eating his food and was soon finished with his meal. “Well then,” sighed Kieran in contentment. “I suppose I’d best begin creating a dream for you.”
“Remind me again how this works?” asked Ian. “I tell you my story…”
“Sort of,” said Kieran. “I don’t need a life history or any such drawn out story. Just a glimpse into your life as it stands.”
“Sounds easy enough,” said Ian. “I’ve been a farmer most of my life. Parents farmed and I just followed in my pa’s footsteps. It’s a rough life. Up at dawn and ye can’t sleep until after dark. If the animals are giving birth a man’s up even later. The missus helps as much as she can. She’s been a mite sickly since the last child was born. It’s a rough life for a family but a good ‘un at that.” The man paused and looked at Kieran skeptically. “And out of that you’re going to create a dream to cheer the nights?”
“I am indeed. Allow me a brief moment if you will.” Kieran stretched his hand out in front of his chest. He blew softly into his palm and whispered a few words in Echrna, an older language used by only one mage in the kingdom so far as Kieran was aware. A marble-sized ball of golden light appeared in the air. It floated just over Kieran’s palm, shimmering with the light. A flick of his wrist and the ball moved to float over the table between Kieran and Ian.
Ian sat mesmerized as the tiny orb began to spin slowly. “What is that?” he whispered.
“Now? It’s a ball of light.” Kieran turned slightly away from the ball. “In a few moments it will be that dream I promised you.” Kieran thought for a few moments and then began to speak. As he spoke, the golden orb grew in size and images started to appear. Kieran created a story of a successful farmer. The ball showed images of green fertile fields and three men working in them. One could almost smell the freshly tilled dirt with the less than pleasant aroma of the cow dung typically used as fertilizer. A closer view showed the men to be Ian and two others. Kieran told a story of growth and prosperity. He was careful to keep his story believable. A few extra workers to help in the fields rather than a fairy-tale promotion to a fiefdom. Kieran flicked a finger and the images changed. A woman stood over a kettle bubbling on the hearth inside a cozy cottage.
“That’s Maire!” gasped Ian. “How in the name of Mithra did you do that?! Ye’ve never seen my wife.”
“Ssh,” Kieran pressed a finger against his lips. His eyes twinkled. Kieran continued to tell of a woman who grew healthy and strong. With the addition of an extra worker, Ian’s wife was no longer forced to work and her health had begun to improve.
“But how? I don’t understand…” Ian’s voice trailed off.
Kieran had not created a mere farm. He had recreated Ian’s own farm. A thriving home perfect in its every detail. Even the animals in the stable Ian recognized as being his own. Kieran was spinning a story of happiness and hope. Kieran spun the orb again. In the distance was a view of a castle. A figure walked among the tower walls. Kieran was careful to keep the man hidden. The dream wouldn’t change to show the face of the man for a long time. When it did, the dream would reveal the figure to be William. For now, Ian would only recognize the man as a king.
Kieran reached his palm out and caught the glowing orb in his hand. He squeezed and the orb diminished to its original marble size.
“Ian,” said Kieran, handing him the orb. “Keep this with you. When you want to experience the dream, you need only touch the orb and say “bheith ag aislingeacht”. The dream will begin when you fall asleep. And here,” Kieran blew on the orb sending a few silver streaks rippling through it. “Now Maire can share the dream with you.”
Kieran sat back in his seat, feeling quite pleased with himself. As he had spoken the area around their table had grown. A large crowd gathered in awe and perhaps a little fear of Kieran’s talent. Kieran smiled at the crowd. Now was his chance to make a little money. He just needed the right person. Then from behind him came the innkeeper’s voice.
“So lad, can you make a dream out of any story or simply farmers and other tradesmen?”
“I can create any dream you like, good sir. For a price.”
The man eyed Kieran carefully. “I’d love a dream where my inn was one of the most prosperous in the land. If you can do that, your meals and room are free. I’ll even return the money you paid last night. Do we have a deal?’
Kieran shook the man’s hand firmly. “Certainly. Have a seat.” Kieran once again whispered a few words in Echrna and began spinning a new orb. This dream was one he had created many times before. Nearly every innkeeper wanted to have a thriving and popular inn. Kieran had only to tweak the dream so it carried the details of each individual inn. His attention was barely needed.
As he created the dream, Kieran’s eyes darted about the room. He needed an idea of the men in the room before he left the next morning. Kieran was in no mood to be stopped along the road by a potential enemy. Costan hadn’t made a habit yet of maintaining multiple patrols but there were plenty of people willing to make a little extra coin by turning in vagabonds, a description Kieran usually filled. His eyes noted several noblemen in the corner. One glanced towards the orb a few times in idle curiosity but no more. Merchants and traders were scattered throughout making deals both legal and otherwise. Kieran was certain he glimpsed a pirate or two lurking in the corner but they appeared harmless enough. A few young men of about his age bantered near the door. Kieran guessed them to be squires judging by their clothing. He hid a snort of disgust. Knights were rarely useful in his opinion. Knights tended to work alone and rarely operated well as members of an army. Jousting at tournaments did little to help the rebellion and Kieran knew of no generals who wanted to waste time training knights. And at sixteen years old, he had more to worry about than knocking people off a horse with a stick. Kieran’s last scan of the room showed only one thing noticeably odd. A young girl who looked perhaps eight or nine perched on a chair back staring intently. Unlike most of the people, she stared at Kieran. Not at the orb. The girl’s eyes were an intense sapphire blue that seemed to sparkle. Kieran tore his own eyes away after several long moments. He finished the dream and handed it to the innkeeper giving him the same instructions he’d given to Ian.
Several others put in their requests and he was kept busy for several hours. Eventually Kieran stood, thanked his host and retired, his purse once again jingling with coin. In the back of his mind lingered the image of the little girl who had watched him so intently.

 

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The next morning he rose quickly and after a brief farewell to the innkeeper was on his way. The town was quiet as the night gave way to the fall day. Kieran had just stepped out of sight of the gate’s guards when he felt a tug at his sleeve and a small voice whispered softly in his ear.
“I’m going with you.”
Kieran whipped around wondering how he had missed being followed. He hated when he got complacent and sloppy. That was when trouble happened. His hand slipped into his sleeve and came out a second later, dagger in hand. There was no one there. Kieran again felt the tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see the blue-eyed girl from the inn.
“Gods above…” Kieran gaped at the girl. “Look lass, I don’t know what happened but if I gave the impression that I travel with people I apologize. You’re not coming with me.”
The girl smiled sweetly at Kieran. “I didn’t ask for permission. I’m going with you. It’s not a question.”
Kieran slid his dagger back into his sheath figuring the girl wasn’t too much of a threat. He remained wary and alert though. No sense in being stupid. “You’re not joining me lass. I travel alone. These roads are far too dangerous for a young girl. Ye can’t be more than eight or nine?”
The girl just stared at Kieran. Stared with blue eyes that never blinked. She spoke again. “I’m not offering you a choice Kieran. I’m just giving you time to accept a choice that was made for you long ago.” She paused. “One more thing, don’t judge by appearances.”
Kieran stood transfixed by her gaze. She seemed to look into him rather than at him. Kieran tore his eyes away from the girl. His magic may have been focused on creating dreams but he had learned a few practical tools as well. He used them so rarely he always had a large enough supply of magic for special spells.
“Dearmad a dhéanamh ar dhuine” he said. It was a spell to erase the memory of a person. She would instantly forget ever having met him and Kieran would be able to leave the girl behind without concern. A wisp of golden light formed in the air between them. Kieran’s hand sent the spell towards the girl.
“As I told you lass, I travel alone.”
The girl stared at Kieran and swished her hand lightly through the air. Kieran’s spell vanished as quickly as it had begun. She never blinked. Kieran turned away from the girl to cover his shock. He had never seen anyone do that. It was easy enough to make his spell disappear. But it always took a spell or an object to repel the magic. He had never seen a spell of any size reversed wordlessly. And that a little slip of a girl could repel it was very unnerving. There was something odd about this girl. Kieran thought about trying a different spell then gave an inward shrug. Clearly the girl was different but he didn’t have time to dawdle. He was taller and stronger. No doubt he would be able to outdistance her easily. She’d get tired and turn back. He started walking down the road. He had gotten just a short distance when the girl spoke again.
“I hope you don’t mind, Kieran, but I changed your spell. Maire will see William on the tower wall in a little over two months rather than six or seven. I just thought it would be better if the transition happens a little sooner. And you really should tell William to change that jacket of his. A deep russet would suit his coloring better.”
Kieran’s jaw dropped. No one knew that he put William into his dreams. At least not to that much detail. Malcolm knew a little but he too had thought Kieran only included the outline of William. William rarely wore a jacket and he had certainly not been wearing one in the dream. He turned back to the girl. She stood in the same place. The smile she wore no longer seemed so sweet and innocent.
“If you’re coming with me, hurry up. I want you where I can keep an eye on you.”
The girl ran to Kieran. “I am no danger to your cause. My people support William’s bid for the throne. I was sent to help you.”
Kieran looked at her. “Are you of the gods? Because I’m sorry to be disrespectful but I don’t have a great deal of faith in the gods.”
“I’m not a goddess,” said the girl. “I hold a power the gods cannot have for they practice only the power they are given. The gods cannot create power. You may call me Tatyna. Do hurry. I don’t care to sleep in the open fields. We’ll need to make it to the forest sometime today and it’s a rather long distance.”
Tatyna hurried along the road. Kieran paused for a moment then followed the girl down the road. She had some secrets but Kieran was intelligent enough to realize that he needed to keep track of her. Besides, he reasoned, to himself. It was only a matter of time before he unveiled her true nature.
Several hours later Kieran and Tatyna stopped near a small grove.
“I need to eat,” said Kieran as he sat down. “That innkeeper gave me a few provisions. It’s not much but at least it will keep the hunger off.”
“I’m used to simple fare,” said Tatyna.
“Well this is simple enough. Just a few rolls and a couple of hard-boiled eggs. I’ll hunt when we camp for the night.” He handed Tatyna a roll and an egg.
Tatyna smiled at Kieran as she accepted the food. She then reached her other hand out for Kieran’s portion.
“May I?” she asked.
Kieran started. “Isn’t that enough? I can’t create more food and I’m hungry too.”
“You will get it back. Please?” she asked again.
“Here,” said Kieran. “Take it. Troublesome child!”
“Such trust, Kieran,” mocked Tatyna. “It might behoove you to give someone a little courtesy and have a bit of faith.” She blew softly on the food and handed Kieran’s portion back to him. The air had shimmered with a rainbow of light when she blew and then vanished instantly. Kieran took the food back from her quickly. He didn’t want her changing her mind and asking for it back again. He had meant what he said about being hungry.
“Only a fool puts their trust in someone else,” he growled. Kieran turned his back to Tatyna and finished his meal in silence. Tatyna stared thoughtfully at Kieran’s back. Something else had triggered that outburst but she wasn’t quite sure what. Still, she knew better than to push a person into speaking.
They ate quietly and resumed their journey. Kieran didn’t speak again until they had reached the forest and settled on a home for the night. “Was your magic rainbow colored?” he asked, remembering the magic that had allowed his escape several weeks earlier.
“It was,” answered Tatyna. “All of my people use rainbow magic.”
“I think more helped me earlier. I escaped from several soldiers and saw the same light.”
“I suppose that is possible. If you were near the northern mountains we have several sentries posted within them.” Tatyna smiled. “You and William need to realize there is a great deal of support for this rebellion.”
“Apparently. So what did you do to the food?”
Tatyna looked up at Kieran. “Are you hungry?”
Kieran didn’t understand. “That’s not what I’m asking. The air changed when you took the food but it didn’t taste any different. Did your magic not work?”
“My magic worked perfectly well,” she answered. “But you neglected to answer. Are you hungry?”
“No,” said Kieran looking puzzled.
“We ate over seven hours ago,” said Tatyna. “The spell is there to stave off hunger. I didn’t want us wasting time on hunting in the woods tonight.” She leaned against a nearby boulder and hugged her knees to her chest as she spoke. Her curly raven locks covered her eyes and hid her thoughts from Kieran.
Kieran nodded. “That makes sense. Good idea. And thank you.” He pulled his jacket off and folded it into a square. “Here,” he said, handing it to Tatyna. “You can use it for a pillow. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow is important.”
Tatyna gratefully accepted the jacket. “What happens tomorrow?”
“Lord Venror lives in these woods. He’s been a firm supporter of our cause. I need to discuss a few details with him.” Kieran pulled his vest off and made his own pillow. He then curled his body into a ball and promptly fell asleep. A few moments later, so did Tatyna.

 

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“Tatyna. Tatyna, wake up.” Kieran gently shook the young girl’s shoulder. She was so much more peaceful when she was asleep. He shook her again.
“Tatyna.”
Tatyna’s eyes flew open.
“Kieran!” She rubbed her eyes with closed fists. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to oversleep.”
“It’s okay lass,” said Kieran. He slipped his jacket on as she sat up. “We just have to hurry to get to Lord Venror’s by nightfall. I overslept too.”
Tatyna got up quickly, furious with herself. She was supposed to be helping Kieran not hindering his journey.
“Don’t you need breakfast?” she asked.
“We’ll look for berries or something along the way.” Kieran smiled at the girl.
“I could make breakfast,” she offered.
“With what? I didn’t see you bring any supplies.”
“My magic will let me make food.” Tatyna looked pleadingly at Kieran. “Please. I’m hungry.”
Kieran sighed. “Lass, I’d love to see you create food out of thin air but we have to keep moving. I’m sorry.”
Tatyna looked up at Kieran’s serious face.
“You could carry me until I’m done. Then we can eat without stopping.”
“Alright then. If you want food that bad. Come on.” Kieran gripped Tatyna’s upper arms and swung her to his shoulders in one fluid motion. Tatyna laughed, a sound of pure glee, and then quickly clamped her hands over her mouth.
“It’s okay to laugh lass,” said Kieran, laughing himself at her reaction. “It won’t hurt you.”
Tatyna leaned down so she was near Kieran’s ear. “My people don’t usually laugh. The council says there’s nothing to laugh about or enjoy what with all our problems. Your people have even more problems than we do.
Kieran twisted his neck to try and see Tatyna’s face. “Where are you from to have such ideas put in your head? The world can always use more laughter.”
Tatyna gently turned Kieran’s head towards the road. “You don’t need to know that yet. Now shush so I can make breakfast.”
She cupped her hands together and whispered over them. Kieran tried to catch the words but he didn’t recognize any of them. Once again, the air shimmered with a rainbow of light. Several minutes passed before the light vanished. In Tatyna’s hands were several warm sausages and two rolls. She balanced the food in one hand and tore the rolls in half, placing the sausages in between the rolls.
“Here Kieran. This should help.”
Kieran bit into the hot food with pleasure. “This is delicious lass. If you ever feel like sharing your secrets, this is definitely one I want to know. This talent could come in handy.”
“I’m sure it would,” said Tatyna, happily swallowing a bite of her own breakfast. “But I’m not sharing.”
A few minutes later, Kieran felt a shift in the weight on his shoulders. Tatyna’s head slumped forward and she started to slide off Kieran’s shoulders. He reached up and caught her, swinging her forward into his arms. He thought she had fallen asleep again but a second look changed his mind. She was limp in his arms and breathing very shallow. Her eyes were open but the rich blue color had faded to a pale pastel. Kieran was worried. This was no normal sleep. He wanted to stop but was worried about being on the open road. Bandits were a constant problem and he didn’t want to get into trouble. He adjusted his grip and slid Tatyna into a more secure position.
Three hours later, Tatyna’s eyes began to regain their color. After several long moments she woke up. “What happened?”
Kieran stared. “I don’t know. You had just finished creating our breakfast when you passed out or something. You don’t know?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve done that plenty of times and nothing’s happened.”
“Have you ever tried that magic away from your home?”
“No. This is the first time I’ve left home. We don’t leave unless we’re assigned to someone. Why would that change anything?”
“Sometimes different places affect people differently. Tiarjene may cause you to lose strength when you do magic. You’ll need to be careful about using your magic from here on out until we can figure this out.” Kieran wasn’t about to let her know it but he had started to like his tagalong. He didn’t want something happening to her.
“Oh,” said Tatyna. “I’ll be careful then. I’m the first person to leave in centuries so I guess no one knew.” She squirmed in Kieran’s arms. “You can let me down now. I think I’m able to walk on my own.”
Kieran eased her to the ground carefully. “Alright. Let’s go. Please tell me if you feel sick or tired again.”
“I will,” she said. “I don’t like that feeling. How far is Lord Venror’s?”
“About twelve miles. It’s a long walk lass. Best to keep moving.”
The remainder of the day passed uneventfully for the two travelers. Kieran watched Tatyna closely in case she collapsed again but she seemed to have no problem. She actually surprised Kieran with her resilience. They arrived at Lord Venror’s estate just as dusk fell.

 

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As noble estates went, Lord Venror’s was fairly modest. On the outside it was protected by a large wooden wall, no doubt built from trees within the forest. Kieran noted with approval the glossy sheen of magic on the wood. Isolated nobles often forgot to protect themselves from fires and other natural dangers. Stone slabs formed the walls of the main building. One lone watchtower had been built on the structure. In all else the house was clearly built for comfort and efficiency. Wood cabins dotted the inner courtyard in which dwelled the various servants of the manor.
Kieran took hold of Tatyna’s hand.
“Stay close with me lass. Venror is a new addition to our cause. I’ll need to get an idea of his overall stance and I don’t want you getting lost.”
Tatyna nodded solemnly. “I understand. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. I assume no magic either?”
Kieran spun Tatyna around to face him. He bent down to stare into those mesmerizing eyes of hers.
“Not a bit of magic lass. Even I won’t be creating any magic. Venror may be on our side but its best if he thinks I’m just a messenger until I’m sure of his loyalties.”
She gazed at his serious face, “I understand.” Tatyna freed one hand from Kieran’s grip and placed it gently on Kieran’s forehead. She whispered quietly in that odd language of before and stepped back.
“I can hide my magic but you needed a little help.”
“What did you do?” asked Kieran.
“Those without magical gifts have only a haze in the back of their eyes. The strong color you and I have comes from the strength of our magic. I just created a haze in yours.”
Kieran was amazed. What a blessing this young girl was. If he could get her to share a few secrets he would do well in his mission.
“You are certain this will work?”
Tatyna nodded. “Most people see what they want to. If you refrain from suspicious behavior he’ll never know of your magic.”
“Perfect. You’re a wonder lass. The gods themselves must have blessed you.”
Tatyna smirked. “Thank you for the compliment Kieran but I assure you no god has blessed me. Indeed if you could find one who wanted to I’d be truly amazed.” She turned away from him then and walked towards the manor entrance.
Kieran followed shaking his head. What a strange lass she was. Acting as if she held a power that frightened the gods. Tatyna may have been talented but no one beat the gods for power. Even a small god had great gifts.
The rest of the evening passed smoothly. Kieran’s worries were soon put to rest. Lord Venror was quite clearly in support of William’s bid for the throne. He informed Kieran that he and his home’s army would fight when the time came. The entire estate was being trained for a time of war. Venror had forgotten no one. Even the smallest child was being taught a talent. Kieran was very pleased, particularly with the army. Venror’s personal army numbered nearly thirty, all well-trained soldiers plus another sixty from the surrounding area. That Venror had weaponry and supplies as well were merely an added bonus. Kieran and Venror talked long into the night.
Tatyna had kept busy while Kieran spoke with Venror. She meandered through the manor, chatting quite cheerfully with the servants. Tatyna was careful to make no mention of William or rebellion but she soon learned that the entire manor was in support of their cause. Down in the stables, Tatyna spent a good hour talking to the head hostler and feeding the horses. Kieran had said they would need a horse eventually. She returned to her room an hour or two before Kieran retired and was fast asleep within minutes.

 

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Once Kieran had finished speaking with Lord Venror he knew he had to get an update to William. When the two of them were children they had discovered a unique way of communicating. Kieran could use his dream magic to create images of both his location and William’s and somehow the two of them were able to speak to each other. Kieran hadn’t been sure of how this happened but the two of them had gotten into a good deal of mischief because of it. Unfortunately Kieran wasn’t able to use this method of communication with anyone but William. He spun the images of his room and William’s bedroom in the capitol quickly. Due to the late hour, William was sleeping already and had to be woken up.
“Kieran. What news do you have?”
“Good evening William,” he replied. Kieran told William of the training in process at both Darchmon and the manor. William was thrilled to learn of Antonio and Venror’s support but expressed his concern for Kieran’s safety particularly in light of his narrow escape from Costan’s men.
“Should we be more concerned over Costan’s patrols?” asked Kieran.
“I don’t think so,” answered William. “Costan is cruel and merciless and treats his subjects with no compassion but he lacks the ability to discipline. His patrols are sloppy and they are under his control. My concern would be if he gave his captains freedom to do as they choose. There are some men under Costan’s command who find no act too depraved.”
“Then I’ll just keep an eye out but not stress over it.”
“I think that would be best.” William yawned. “Thank you for the update Kieran but I need to retire. There’s a great deal of training going on here as well as preparation for the day the rebellion does finally begin.”
“Night William,” said Kieran. He broke off the communication and went to bed himself.
Kieran awoke the next morning to a light pounding—if such a thing were possible—on his door. As he awoke enough to become quite of his surroundings he found the noise was accompanied by a familiar voice.
“Kieran! Kieran! Wake up!” clamored Tatyna. “You’ll never guess what has happened?”
Kieran hurriedly pulled on his breeches and opened the door. “Gods above lass, I was sleeping.”
“But the sun’s been up for hours! You mustn’t sleep all day!”
Kieran groaned. The lass had far too much energy even if she was still young. He didn’t think he could keep up with her forever. For now though, some agreement had to be reached. Tatyna did not belong in his room.
Kieran shooed her away gently. It took several assurances that he was only going to finish dressing and would join her for breakfast before Tatyna left him alone. His familiar boots he laced up quickly. Lord Venror had insisted Kieran borrow several long-sleeve tunics as the weather was colder in the forest. Kieran chose a rich green tunic. He fastened his belt with his purse and dagger sheaths and with a last cursory glance, hurried downstairs.
Breakfast was fairly simple. Eggs, potatoes, a hasher of bacon. Kieran relished every bite. Tatyna was perched on the chair across from him. She was quiet as he filled his plate and dumped salt in everything but couldn’t help fidgeting.
“Tell me your news while I eat lass,” said Kieran. He grinned at Tatyna’s excited face. “You look as though you’ll burst if ye wait much longer.”
“We get a horse!” exclaimed Tatyna. “A beautiful chestnut horse! And we can take it with us back to the capital!”
“Slow down a moment,” said Kieran around a mouthful of potatoes. He swallowed and continued. “What’s all this about a horse?”
“Just what she said,” answered Lord Venror as he walked into the room.
Kieran stood quickly and bowed to him as proper courtesy dictate. Lord Venror waved him back to his meal and sat down across from him.
“I’ve been thinking this morning that if you continue on foot it will take forever for you to finish your journey. Therefore I am providing a horse for you. He is strong and can carry both of you.”
“Milord I don’t…I mean this is very…” Kieran stammered through an attempt at gratitude. He was overwhelmed by the generosity of Lord Venror.
Venror smiled. “There is a catch to my offer. I’m afraid this horse is one I have only recently acquired. The two of you would be obliged to remain as my guests for a few weeks while we train him.”
“Please Kieran,” begged Tatyna. “A real horse!”
“I’m quite happy to stay for a fortnight or so,” said Kieran. “There’s plenty to keep one busy and of course I am very grateful to you milord for this gift.” He paused as Venror shrugged as though the gift was miniscule. Tatyna’s eyes sparkled with glee. “Tatyna, why are you so excited? It’s just a horse.”
“We don’t have horses in my country,” came the reply. “I’ve heard stories though and I’ve always wanted to ride one.”
Kieran and Lord Venror both struggled to control their laughter. Tatyna’s face had lit up and she was practically dancing in her seat.
Venror stood up. “If you are this excited, you had best not waste any time.” He beckoned to a young maid in the corner. “Molly will find you some riding clothes and take you to the stable. We’ll have you looking like a natural in no time.”
Tatyna clambered out of her chair and eagerly followed Molly. The men remained to finish breakfast. Later that day Kieran visited the stables himself. He was very impressed with the horse Venror had chosen.

 

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Over the next couple weeks Kieran and Tatyna settled into a familiar routine. They got up each morning and ate breakfast together. Tatyna spent her mornings learning to ride while Kieran worked with the soldiers of the manor on weapons practice. During the afternoon, Kieran joined Tatyna on long horseback rides through the forest surrounding the manor. They were often joined by other residents of the manor who pointed out unique sights about the land. At night, Kieran and Lord Venror discussed various battle strategies and ways to improve methods of communication between members of the rebellion. They also worked hard to come up with ideas to bring about the rebellion faster. Once the servants finished the night’s cleaning, Lord Venror invited them to join them in the common room. Kieran cheerfully created various dreams every night. They ranged from simple dreams of fledging romance to healthy babies and a hilarious one involving a dancing mug of ale for the manor cook.
On the fifteenth night of their stay, Tatyna and Kieran were discussing rebellion plans with Lord Venror. Actually, Tatyna was rather intrigued with a book from Lord Venror’s library entitled “The History of Faeries”. She kept breaking out in laughter as she read.
Kieran desperately needed to gain the support of Camris. So far he had been unsuccessful and his nerves were starting to wear on the others. They were working hard to find a solution. Tatyna had been quiet about plans but she now leaned forward to enter the conversation.
“Pardon me Kieran, Lord Venror, but I think I might have an idea.”
“Well it can’t hurt,” said Kieran. “What were you thinking lass?”
“Pirates,” answered Tatyna.
“Pirates?” queried Kieran. “What can pirates do?”
Tatyna fidgeted a bit as she tried to work out her idea. “Well, if pirates from Tiarjene are raiding the coast, wouldn’t Camris be upset and angry with Costan?”
“Yes, but I just don’t see it working very…”
“Actually,” interrupted Lord Venror, “that might not be a bad idea.”
Kieran turned to look at the man. “How would pirate raids help us? Pirates can’t be trusted.”
“Real pirates can’t be trusted. But we wouldn’t have to use regular pirates,” explained Venror. “Kieran, you said most of Darchmon and other coastal towns are angry with Costan and that many supporters of the rebellion are there.”
“True,” said Kieran.
“I’ll send a message to Lord Antonio. “If he’ll support this venture financially, it could work. I’ll speak with Lord Eriq of Panais as well.”
Kieran sighed, exasperated. “I still don’t understand what we’re doing.”
“We use our own people as pirates,” said Venror. “They can raid the ships coming from Camris before they ever reach Tiarjenean waters.”
Kieran grinned. This was a good idea. “So Costan won’t pay for the food since it didn’t arrive. And Luke, the current king of Camris, will grow angry at Costan for refusing to pay.”
“Exactly,” said Venror, rubbing his hands together with glee.
“If the supplies happened to make it to Tiarjene after all and were given to the people in the name of a true king, so much the better,” added Tatyna. “No sense in wasting good food on fish and kraken.”
“Brilliant,” breathed Kieran, shaking his head at Tatyna’s cleverness. “Lass, you are a wonder.”
Kieran and Venror continued to discuss the plans, creating crews of rebellion members. They used a set of maps to plot raiding routes as well as places where their ships could safely dock. After about an hour, Lord Venror retired leaving Kieran and Tatyna sitting by the fire.
“Kieran,” asked Tatyna tentatively. “Why don’t you believe in the gods? Or trust people?”
“I trust people,” said Kieran shortly. “Otherwise it would be hard to be a messenger for a rebellion. That is, a successful rebellion.”
“But you don’t let people trust you and you don’t tell anyone about yourself” she answered. “You don’t believe in your own dreams. And that doesn’t explain why you don’t believe in the gods. Everyone believes in the gods here in Tiarjene. At least everyone that I’ve met.”
Kieran stood up and paced the room, hand fingering the hilt of his dagger in frustration. “I don’t believe in the gods because I see no point. The gods are supposed to help us mortals. I’ve yet to see the gods help anyone.”
“Why do you say the gods don’t care? Just because your life isn’t perfect doesn’t mean the gods aren’t helping you in some way.”
Kieran glared at Tatyna. “I watched as one by one my entire village died from fever. The gods didn’t care then and they haven’t yet.”
“But…” Tatyna’s voice trailed off as Kieran’s eyes deepened to an almost black with anger.
“This conversation is over Tatyna!” Kieran snapped at the young girl. He hated discussing any aspect of his past. The memories ran too deep. “I don’t want to talk about what happened then!” He stormed out of the common room and went to bed still angry.

 

[Lost Dreamer]

Wow OMS, you posted alot. Im still trying to catch up. More to say then...

 

[Rhyanidd]

Kieran meandered his way through the crowd, shoving aside a few who hadn’t grasped the meaning of the words “pardon me”.


“Gods above…” Kieran gaped at the girl. “Look lass, I don’t know what happened but if I gave the impression that I travel with people I apologize. You’re not coming with me.”

Nice.

I love the updates.