A Realm of Shadows. Morgan Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ on in silence, Merk slowly regaining his feet and watching the horizon, sure to grip the rail tightly, with both hands this time. He examined the horizon, but as much as he watched it, he saw no sign of the Three Daggers. He looked down and studied the waters of the Bay of Death with a new respect and fear. He looked carefully, and saw swarms of small red sharks under the surface, barely visible, hidden mostly by the waves. He knew now that entering that water meant death – and he could not help but wonder what other creatures inhabited this body of water.

      The silence deepened, punctuated only by the howling of the wind, and after hours more passed, Merk, feeling desolate out here, needed to talk.

      “What you did what that staff,” Merk said, turning to Lorna. “I have never seen anything like it.”

      Lorna remained expressionless, still watching the horizon.

      “Tell me about you,” he pressed.

      She glanced at him, then looked back to the horizon.

      “What would you like to know?” she asked.

      “Anything,” he replied. “Everything.”

      She fell silent a long time, then finally, she said:

      “Start with you.”

      Merk stared back, surprised.

      “Me?” he asked. “What do you want to know?”

      “Tell me about your life,” she said. “Anything you want to tell me.”

      Merk took a deep breath as he turned and stared into the horizon. His life was the one thing he did not want to talk about.

      Finally, realizing they had a long journey ahead, he sighed. He knew he had to face himself at one time or another, even if he was not proud of it.

      “I’ve been an assassin most my life,” he said slowly, regretfully, staring into the horizon, his voice grave and filled with self-loathing. “I’m not proud of it. But I was the best at what I did. I was in demand by kings and queens. No one could rival my skills.”

      Merk fell into a long silence, trapped in memories of a life he regretted, memories he would rather not recall.

      “And now?” she asked softly.

      Merk was grateful to detect no judgment in her voice, as he usually did with others. He sighed.

      “Now,” he said, “it is not what I do anymore. It is not who I am anymore. I have vowed to renounce violence. To put my services to a cause. Yet, try as I do, I cannot seem to get away from it. Violence seems to find me. There is always, it seems, another cause.”

      “And what is your cause?” she asked.

      He thought about that.

      “My cause, initially, was to become a Watcher,” he replied. “To devote myself to service. To guard the Tower of Ur, to protect the Sword of Flames. When that fell, I felt my cause was to reach the Tower of Kos, to save the sword.”

      He sighed.

      “And yet now here we are, sailing through the Bay of Death, the Sword gone, the trolls following, and heading to a barren chain of islands,” Lorna replied with a smile.

      Merk frowned, unamused.

      “I have lost my cause,” he said. “I have lost my life’s purpose. I do not know myself anymore. I do not know my direction.”

      Lorna nodded.

      “That is a good place to be,” she said. “A place of uncertainty is also a place of possibility.”

      Merk studied her, wondering. He was touched by her lack of condemnation. Anyone else who had heard his tale would vilify him.

      “You do not judge me,” he observed, shocked, “for who I am.”

      Lorna stared at him, her eyes so intense it was like staring into the moon.

      “That was who you were,” she corrected. “Not who you are now. How can I judge you for who you once were? I only judge the man standing before me.”

      Merk felt restored by her answer.

      “And who am I now?” he asked, wanting to know the answer, unsure of it himself.

      She stared at him.

      “I see a fine warrior,” she replied. “A selfless man. A man who wants to help others. And a man full of longing. I see a man who is lost. A man who has never known himself.”

      Merk pondered her words, and they resonated deep within him. He felt them all to be true. Too true.

      A long silence fell between them, as their small ship bobbed up and down in the waters, slowly making its way west. Merk checked back and saw the troll fleet still on the horizon, still a good enough distance away.

      “And you?” he finally asked. “You are Tarnis’s daughter, are you not?”

      She searched the horizon, her eyes aglow, and finally, she nodded.

      “I am,” she replied.

      Merk was stunned to hear it.

      “Then why were you here?” he asked.

      She sighed.

      “I have been hidden here since I was a young girl.”

      “But why?” he pressed.

      She shrugged.

      “I suppose it was too dangerous to keep me in the capital. People could not know I was the King’s illegitimate daughter. It was safer here.”

      “Safer here?” he asked. “At the ends of the earth?”

      “I was left with a secret to guard,” she explained. “More important even than the kingdom of Escalon.”

      His heart pounded as he wondered what it could be.

      “Will you tell me?” he asked.

      But Lorna slowly turned and pointed ahead. Merk followed her gaze and there, on the horizon, the sun shone down on three barren islands, rising up from the ocean, the last one a fort of solid stone. It was the most desolate and yet beautiful place Merk had ever seen. A place distant enough to hold all the secrets of magic and power.

      “Welcome,” Lorna said, “to Knossos.”

      Chapter Nine

      Duncan, alone, hobbling from the pain in his ankles and wrists, ran through the streets of Andros, ignoring the pain, spurred on by adrenaline as he thought of only one thing: saving Kyra. Her cry for help echoed in his mind, his soul, made him forget his injuries as he sprinted through the streets, sweating, toward the sound.

      Duncan twisted and turned down Andros’ narrow alleyways, knowing Kyra lay just beyond those thick stone walls. All around him the dragons dove, setting fire to street after street, the tremendous heat radiating off the walls, so hot that Duncan could feel it even on the far side of the stone. He hoped СКАЧАТЬ