The King's Bastard - By Rowena Cory Daniells Page 0,176
poisoned, how will you find out who poisoned him? Search the mind of every monk?'
'I won't have to search every monk, will I, Fyn?' Catillum prodded.
Fyn swallowed. 'Master Hotpool told me that the boys master died of a heart attack, but this was before the healers had even examined him. Hotpool could only have known what the healers would say if he knew which poison killed Wintertide. And he would have got that poison from the healer, Springmelt.'
'And Springmelt is safe in the mystics' chamber, waiting to be called,' Catillum explained.
They all turned to Hotpool including Firefox, who took several steps back from him. Hotpool opened his mouth, appealing wordlessly to his partner.
Firefox shook his head sadly. 'I always knew you hated Wintertide, but poison?'
Hotpool looked so shocked by this betrayal that Fyn almost felt sorry for him.
But he recovered quickly, gesturing dismissively to the mystics master. 'Catillum may swear Springmelt was working under my orders but it is his word against mine. He'll lie to implicate me.'
Crack!
The weapons master slammed a paper weight on the desk top. 'Enough of this. Rolencia has been invaded!'
Fyn gasped.
The masters turned in stunned silence.
'A rider just delivered this.' The abbot pointed to a message cylinder which lay on his busy desk. Beside it was a roll of vellum which had been sealed with a red wax impressed with the royal foenix.
'Father's royal symbol,' Fyn whispered.
'King Rolen has called on us to defend Rolencia from the Merofynians,' the weapons master explained, then glared at Firefox and Hotpool. 'So your petty politics can wait!'
'But King Merofyn betrothed his daughter to my brother,' Fyn protested.
'What better way to buy time to prepare for an invasion?' Master Oakstand countered. 'Remember your tactics lessons, lad. Force wins battles, but so does guile and it costs less lives.'
Fyn shook his head. He'd had a vision of the king's daughter in Halcyon's Fate. If she was not going to become his brother's queen, why had he seen her? 'I -'
'I know what you're going to say. I must refuse, Fyn,' the abbot told him. 'Acolytes cannot take up arms.'
Fyn gulped.
'According to King Rolen,' the abbot continued, 'the Merofynians are commanded by an ambitious warlord, who has been named overlord of the army.'
'How did they get into the valley undetected?' Fyn asked.
'The traitorous warlord from Cockatrice Spar let them use his pass,' the abbot said. 'King Rolen is going to march out to deal with Rejulas. This will leave his castle defended only by a few old men and untrained boys.'
Fyn froze. His mother, old Seela and Piro were in danger. For a moment he heard nothing but the rushing of a stream running fast with spring melt.
'We must stop this overlord from marching across the valley and laying siege to Rolenhold.' Master Oakstand unhooked one hand from his belt to tap the map. 'We must hold him until King Rolen's dealt with Rejulas and can bring his warriors back.'
Fyn remembered convincing Piro not to go to the abbess. If he hadn't interfered she would be safe in Sylion Abbey now. What if the Merofynian overlord reached Rolenhold before the monks could stop him? 'Please, Abbot Halcyon, I must go home!'
'Well spoken, lad. But what can one acolyte do against a whole army?' the abbot asked. 'No, your place is here.'
Annoyance flooded Fyn, then relief. It was true, he was useless. Hot on the heels of this came shame.
He was a coward.
Even as he thought this, he could not stop himself imagining Piro in danger. 'My mother and sister need me, I have to -'
'Master Oakstand,' the abbot overrode him. 'Take every able-bodied monk. Only those over seventy will remain here. Overlord Palatyne must be stopped!'
The weapons master grinned. 'Six hundred abbey warriors should hold this Merofynian overlord long enough for King Rolen to return. Quality against quantity!'
Master Catillum rubbed his jaw with his good hand. 'The canals are still frozen. If we leave by mid-morning and skate all night we'll make good time. Time to find the best defensive spots, time to plan.'
'Good.' The abbot rolled up the king's message, nodding to the weapons master. 'Gather your warriors and supplies.'
As Fyn struggled to take this all in, Master Oakstand hurried out, closely followed by Firefox and Hotpool.
The room went very quiet and the door latch clicked behind them.
'If they are ready to murder Wintertide then they are ready to move against us, abbot,' Catillum said softly. 'You can't let them get away with this.'