Blood of the King - Khirro's Journey Book 1 Page 0,54
A tall man clad in Erechanian leathers stepped into the light cast by the guard’s torch. His hand didn’t linger near the sword hanging at his side.
“What are you doing here?” the border guard asked derisively, his threatening stance relaxing at the sight of the other man.
“Patrol,” the second man replied. “Go back to your merry-making. I’ll protect the border for you.”
The man’s foot came to rest inches from the vial. Another step and he might shatter it. Part of Khirro hoped he did.
“Go back where you belong, Shyn. The border is no place for the likes of you.” The guard spit in the dirt, a line of saliva trailing down his chin. “Go back to Tasgarad and concern yourself with drunks and thieves and whores. Leave the soldiering to real soldiers.” He retreated, slamming the door behind him, giving the other man no opportunity to reply.
Shyn stood his ground, fists clenched, fierce gaze burning into the closed door. To Khirro it felt a long time he lay on his belly unmoving, breath shallow as he waited for the man’s next action. After a time he crouched, wrapped his fingers around the vial and stood again. Khirro’s heart jumped into his throat. The man strode to where Khirro lay struggling not to squirm at his approach.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
Khirro looked up at the man, blinking. No anger or threat showed on his face, his hand held no weapon. Still, Khirro neither moved nor spoke. Shyn knelt before him, offering him the vessel.
If he knew I was here, why didn’t he give me away?
“I don’t know what this contains, but it must be important for five of you to risk your lives like this.”
Khirro took the vial from the man’s big hand. Calm flowed into him, down his arm and into his chest. He wanted to thank the man, but fear and confusion kept him from speaking.
“Where are your friends?”
Khirro gestured toward the forest with his chin. The soldier nodded without looking.
“I’ll take you to them. Stay behind me and no one will see you.”
He offered Khirro his hand, helping him to his feet. The man stood a head taller than Khirro, making it easy to hide behind him. Carefully matching stride, they passed the tower without challenge but, when they reached the tree line, Ghaul stepped from behind a high bush, an arrow aimed at Shyn.
“Let him go,” he ordered, voice low and dripping with threat. Ghaul wouldn’t hesitate to kill his rescuer.
“I’m not his captive.” Khirro put himself between the two men
“Move, Khirro. Don’t get between my bow and an enemy. You’ll not like the outcome.”
“He saved me when I was sure to be discovered.”
Ghaul pulled the arrow back further, the bowstring creaking. Athryn emerged from cover and rested his hand on Ghaul’s shoulder.
“Come,” he whispered gesturing for them to follow.
Khirro led Shyn warily past Ghaul who stepped away to keep his arrow trained on the big man. Athryn led them deeper into the forest, Maes and Elyea hand-in-hand behind the others as they picked their way through fallen trees and tangled brush in the dim moonlight. Ghaul’s bow didn’t waver from Shyn’s back. With the magician satisfied they had put enough distance between themselves and the guard post, he spoke again.
“Who are you? Why did you save Khirro?”
Shyn looked from Athryn to Ghaul. “Tell him to lower his bow. I’ll harm no one. You can have my sword as proof, if you like.”
“Don’t trust him,” Ghaul said through gritted teeth.
Athryn ignored him and nodded to Maes. The small man went to their captive and took his sword. Shyn looked a giant beside the jester.
“Lower your bow,” Athryn said. Ghaul acquiesced reluctantly. “Who are you?”
“Shyn,” he replied with a short bow. “A soldier of King Braymon’s army.”
“But why did you help Khirro?” Elyea asked. “Doesn’t the border guard keep people from crossing without permission?”
“Aye, but the guard has been turned into a collection of fools and jackasses of late, with all the officers and good soldiers taken north to bolster the Isthmus.”
“It doesn’t explain why you helped Khirro.” Elyea shot Ghaul an angry look.
“I saw what happened in Tasgarad.” He glanced from one companion to the next, his eyes shining an unusual shade of yellow, his complexion ashen in the wan light. “I would be no servant of the king if I let a magician, two fighters, a woman and a midget go on their way without