With that Lukien felt the hot flare of his amulet beneath his riding coat. He had yet to show the relic to Breck, and wasn’t at all sure that he would. They were old comrades, he and Breck, Royal Chargers from the glory days of the outfit. But Breck’s disdain for Grimhold was plain enough. There even seemed to be resentment in him over Lukien’s long absence.
That will have to be remedied, thought Lukien sadly. He owed a lot to Breck.
‘You’re punishing yourself,’ said Lukien. ‘Don’t. Thorin knew what he was doing. And I know Jazana Carr — she’s not a madwoman. She’s probably holding Thorin, trying to win back his love.’ Lukien laughed at the ridiculous notion. ‘She’s desperate. Sometimes when a woman loves a man. .’
Next to him he felt Mirage bristle. She looked away. Catching himself, Lukien cleared his throat.
‘Anyway, the armour will protect him. Have no doubt about its power, Breck. It is what Thorin claimed. It’s invincible.’
Both Breck and Aric seemed unconvinced. Lukien saw in both of them the same slight bitterness at being abandoned.
‘You don’t believe me,’ Lukien said. ‘I shouldn’t expect you to. But we have both been to Grimhold, Mirage and I. We’ve spent enough time there to know about their magics.’
‘It’s true,’ Mirage offered. ‘Sir Breck, you should believe Lukien. The magic of Grimhold is very real. I have experienced it myself.’ Her eyes flicked momentarily toward Lukien, as if warning him not to reveal her secret. ‘The armour Thorin wears is very powerful.’
‘Yes, so he told us,’ said Breck. He pushed aside his own tankard crankily. ‘It doesn’t seem to have done him much good, though.’
‘He told you we’d be coming,’ said Lukien, reminded of what Breck had said earlier. ‘What did he say exactly?’
‘Just that you didn’t want him having the armour. He was very closemouthed about the whole thing.’
‘He said he could help us,’ added Aric. The young man looked crestfallen. ‘With his armour, he said we could defeat Jazana Carr. Sir Lukien, if what you’re saying is true than maybe Jazana Carr has taken the armour from him. Maybe we don’t have a chance at all now.’
‘Easy, Aric,’ Breck warned. ‘We don’t know what’s happened to your father. He might even be on his way back here as we speak. And even if you’re right, one bit of armour couldn’t possibly make that much difference.’ His gaze fixed on Lukien. ‘Could it?’
It was a dreadful question, and Lukien didn’t know how to respond. How could he answer without imparting aeons of Akari history? He himself was still mostly in the dark about Akari magic, mostly because his own damned Akari chose not to speak to him.
‘Breck, there’s so much to tell you,’ he said finally. ‘We should talk.’
Always sharp enough to take a hint, Breck turned to Aric and said, ‘Aric, I think the lady looks tired. Be kind to her and find her a place to rest.’
Aric rose quickly and offered a hand to Mirage, but Mirage shot daggers at Lukien.
‘I want to stay,’ she rumbled.
‘And I want to talk to Breck alone,’ replied Lukien. ‘Go and rest. Breck’s right — we both need it. I’ll see you soon enough.’
‘Lukien. .’
‘Just go.’
The harshness of his tone sent her off in a huff. Not waiting for Aric Glass, she was out of the room in an instant. Young Aric apologised to his commander and hurried after her. Breck watched them go, clearly amused.
‘Your woman, she’s a hot-headed one.’
‘She’s not my woman,’ Lukien corrected him. ‘She’s just someone I’m travelling with who wanted to leave Grim-hold.’
The answer only piqued Breck’s interest. His grin reminded Lukien of the old days, and what a rascal he could be.
‘Pretty though, isn’t she? And she has an eye for you, Lukien. Are you sure you’re telling me everything?’
‘There’s so much to tell, Breck.’ Lukien wrapped his hands around his mug and stared down into the beer. ‘It feels like forever since I’ve been here, like I don’t belong here any more. And the things I’ve seen! You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.’
‘All right, no more joking. Seriously now, Lukien. You’ve come back just to find Baron Glass?’
‘Aye, that, and maybe to see the city again.’ Lukien shrugged. It all sounded silly suddenly. ‘You’ve done a fine job here, Breck. You should be proud of yourself.’
‘I am proud, Lukien. I didn’t have much help, you know.’
The dig didn’t bother Lukien. ‘I know. I was off with other things. But I never forgot about you, Breck. I always asked what was happening in Liiria whenever anyone from these parts came across the desert. I kept my tabs on you.’
‘So you knew we were in trouble. You knew we needed help. Still you didn’t come?’ There was real pain in Breck’s voice. ‘You know, I thought you would come. I thought once all those people started flooding into Jador that you’d hear about us and you’d come to help. But you never did, Lukien. Not until now. I’m not even sure why you’re here. Let Baron Glass have his bloody armour. That’s enough to rouse you all the way back here?’
Stung by the words, Lukien didn’t know how he could possibly apologise. ‘I’m here now,’ he offered. ‘I’ve come to bring Thorin back, it’s true. But if you need another sword against Jazana Carr. .’ He smiled. ‘I mean, if you’ll have me.’
Breck rubbed his stubbly chin. ‘My wife asks about you sometimes, Lukien. She’s here in the library with me. She’s always wondering if you’ll ever come back to help us. Now I’m going to tell her you’re back, but what else should I say? You see what I’m saying, Lukien? It’s hard to trust you.’
‘I brought my armour with me,’ said Lukien. ‘I’m prepared to fight.’
‘You were always prepared to fight, Lukien. I’m asking you what I ask all my men — I’m asking if you’re prepared to stay.’
Lukien blinked hopelessly at Breck. Didn’t this man understand? He had commitments back in Grimhold. Jador was in peril. He had a new life across the desert, new friends. And all of them — old friends and new — wanted something from him. He was being pulled in a hundred directions, and not sure which way to go.
But in Breck he saw something he couldn’t ignore, a kind of haunted expression he had never expected to see in a man that had once been so jovial. A hardness forged by duty had rubbed off his cheery veneer. To say it simply, Breck had grown up.
‘I came to bring Thorin back,’ said Lukien. ‘I came to help him, and I will if I can.’
Breck looked at him, wanting more.
‘But I’m still a Liirian,’ he continued. ‘Koth is still my home. If Jazana Carr comes to take it, you won’t see me running back to Grimhold, Breck. I’ll be here with the rest of you. And I’ll take down as many of her mercenary horde as I can.’
43
Grimhold was more than a mountain keep. It was also a village, tucked happily into a mountain valley, basking safely in the shadow of its ancient namesake. While the Akari had built the first Grimhold, it was the Inhumans who had built the village, escaping from the confines of the dark keep to enjoy the warmth of the desert and its surprising bounty. They had thrived in their village, too, building homes and digging wells and birthing healthy children who did not require the aid of Akari spirits to see or walk. For all Inhumans save one, the sunny village was a welcome oasis. Only White-Eye with her aversion to the sun could not fully appreciate the joys of the place.
Still, White-Eye did venture to the village on occasion, travelling with Minikin under the safety of darkness to avoid the great pains to her blind eyes. Since the devastating battle in Jador, Minikin had kept mostly to herself. It was White-Eye who had finally convinced her to leave behind her lonely chambers and venture to the village. Under the pretence of visiting old friends, White-Eye had gone along with Minikin and together they had stayed for two days in the home of an Inhuman named Longshort. As his name implied, Longshort had one leg longer than the other and a predominant limp that made walking painful for him. He also had a brood of children so lively that visiting with them took Minikin’s troubles away. The medicine had worked as White-Eye had hoped, and although she could not play outside with the children in daylight she could nevertheless hear their happy cries through the windows, which were all shuttered tight to keep her safe from the sun.