Book 7: Chapter 2: A Short Goodbye

Book 7: Chapter 2: A Short Goodbye

Victor squatted down to better look into Deynis dark turquoise eyes. He remembered the first time he saw her; hed been behind bars, waiting for his big duel with Rellia. Hed noticed how her skin was more purple than red and how her hair and eyes were different from the Shadeni hed metmost of them had red-toned eyes from pink or magenta to deep crimson. He reached toward her, picked up one of her long, greenish-blue braids, and held it between his fingers. He knew now that her coloring had much to do with her father, an Ardeni man shed never met. You know what?

What, Victor? She always grinned when she spoke to him, like she was anticipating him teasing her or, at the very least, saying something silly.

I never put two and two together, but have you noticed how your hair and eyes are similar to Vallas?

Lady apYensha? Deynis eyes opened in wonder, and Victor knew she was picturing Valla as she looked now with her glorious wings and silver highlights.

Yeah. I wonder if maybe you two share a common ancestor. Im trying to remember, but I dont think Ive ever met another Ardeni with such a pretty color in their eyes.

Deynis skin was far too dark to show her blush, but her eyes squinted in a bashful smile as she looked away. Stop teasing me, Victor!

Im not, silly! They were outside of Victors old wagon, and he was waiting for Tellin and Thayla to come to see himChalla had run to fetch them when Victor approached. He gave Deynis braid a little tug and laughed. Sorry if I embarrassed you. Ive been thinking a lot about bloodlines lately, thats all.

I wish I could have your bloodline! Deyni puffed out her chest and began to stomp around, arms out to her sides, her hands balled up in fists. Id smash my enemies and throw the Ridonne off the nearest mountain!

Victor laughed and, tired of squatting, fell back onto the grass, folding his legs in front of himself. Youre still angry about the Ridonne?

Of course! They killed my friends!

Well, the ones who did that have been punished. Its not healthy to hold onto a grudge, but its probably smart to keep a wary eye on the North. We dont want them to surprise us someday.

Thats right! Ill help to guard the Free Marches!

Victor plucked a long blade of blue-green grass and stuck the stem in his mouth. When he chewed the juicy end, it was almost sweet. Mm! I can see why Thistle likes this stuff.

A new voice spoke up behind him, Ive seen you eat! You couldnt live off grass.

Victor turned toward the voice, squinting into the bright sun. Chandri stood there, the sunlight like a halo around her short, spiky hair. For the first time in quite a while, shed washed the warpaint from her face, but she bore some new tattoosa fanged skull on her throat and, along her jawline, a series of crossed bones. She had other, older tattoos to commemorate her hunts, but these were the first shed added since Victor had known her. Hi, Chandri.

Milord. She mock curtsied, and Deyni broke into a giggle.

Well, Im glad to see you smiling. I like your new tattoos. Victor pulled up the sleeve of his comfortable gray shirt, or tunic, as the people in this world kept calling it, and displayed the tattoo shed given him. You do good work; this ones lasted through quite a few racial advancements.

Deyni stepped closer and leaned in to look at the markings. What does it mean?

Chandri squatted beside her and pointed to the blade-tipped hand. This is the hand of the monster Victor slew. Her finger traced upward to the spears. These are the six hunters whose lives he saved. She touched the bright orange sun. This is the dawn that came, though wed all thought wed die before we saw it. Her voice was soft and her touch very gentle, and Victor was suddenly hit with a deep, gut-wrenching sense of wistful melancholy. Though it felt absurd, he couldnt help wondering what his life would be like if hed embraced his feelings for Chandri and never returned to Persi Gables. For the first time, he thought he understood the emotion that lurked behind Chandris outwardly smiling eyes.

I wonder if Ill earn a tattoo someday. Deynis innocent remark broke the spell, saving him from further contemplation.

Chandri sat down at his side and closed her eyes, lifting her face to soak in the sunlight. Without opening them, she said, Youll have to be choosy about what tattoos to put on yourself; otherwise, youll run out of room. Youll be a famous beast tamer and adventurer, right?

Thats right!

Victor laughed, reaching out to pluck another blade of grass. And you, Chandri? Do you still dream of exploring beyond the Silver Sea?

More than ever. I think my brush with death has only deepened my desire to see more of the world.

I get that.

I hate it! I want you to stay with us. Deyni stepped behind Chandri and began to pull her fingers through her hair. Id braid it for you, but its not long enough yet.

And youre certain this person will respect your wishes and the promises youve made to us and the Naghelli?

Of course, Ill be certain about that! More importantly, Rellia knows what Ive given you, and she supports it completely, Lam, too! He gestured to the wagons. The land grant Ive written for you is legally binding and endorsed by all the stakeholders in the Free Marches. Your lands are completely yours. Once the landholder republic is established, youll only have to pay taxes for services that benefit the whole of the Free Marchesgame wardens, roads, a standing military to protect the border, etcetera. Victor laughed and shook his head. I wouldnt know any of that if I hadnt had a dozen lectures from Rellia over the last couple of weeks. Anyway, the governor I put in place will have to abide by the rules. Your lands are yours. Ive relinquished all claims.

And if you dont return? Thayla frowned and leaned forward to grasp Victors hand. Im not trying to be a problem, but this is the sort of argument were hearing from our people, the ones reluctant to build a permanent settlement.

Thayla, you have your deed, in writing, sealed by me, Rellia, and Lam. No matter how land is split down the road, your deed was written and approved by one hundred percent of the landholders in the Free Marches. I know youre worried that something will happen, but if, for some reason, I die or get captured, your rights wont go away. Valla says I should set up a trust or something so that, even if I never returned, my share of the Free Marches will continue to be governed the way I would like.

Thank you, Victor. Thayla nodded. That will help with our arguments, to know that even if you disappear, things will continue as youve promised. I know our deed entitles us to the lands, but well be surrounded by yours. Regardless, I pray that you wont disappear. Do you think we could share a Farscribe book?

Yeah, definitely! Well do that, and Ill also give one to my governor. Well make sure things continue smoothly here whenever Im away. Victor was glad to see the conversation moving along; he felt like they were going in circles, but he supposed it made sense considering the history of the Shadeni Clan with the Ridonne. Theyd been displaced many times and often despite promises to the contrary. He offered Thayla another smile and looked past her to the largest cluster of Shadeni, imagining Tellen at the center, busily trying to calm peoples worries. Do you think hell be able to break free?

Tellen? Hell say goodbye before we roll out, but hes going to be with those elders for a while. Im sorry, Victor.

Nah, its no problem. Id offer to speak with them, but I doubt it would help. Would it?

No, they trust you. Its just a general distrust of circumstances that has everyone worried. Its no secret that you plan to leave soon. Hows Edeya, by the way?

The same. I wish I could do something for her. As Im sure you know, it's frustrating not having someone here whos more knowledgeable about the subject. I mean, as little as I know, Im finding that I know more than most when it comes to spirits and spirit Cores.

Believe me, I know. Old Mother used to talk about how she wished she could offer you more guidance, but its an affinity type thats been greatly maligned in this world. Most of what she knew, she taught herself. I hope that youll be able to learn more when you travel, and ancestors willing, bring that knowledge home to us.

Please, Victor! Deyni said, scooting closer to Thayla so her mother could wrap an arm over her shoulders.

You better believe I will, Deyni. Well give you everything you need to grow your Core into something special. He glanced at the sky, judged the sun to be just a bit past its midpoint, and said, Since Tellens tied up, I think Ill run a different errand. I left an artifact in Sea Keep and want to pick it up. If I cant figure it out here, Ill bring it with me when we travel.

Chandri perked up at Victors words, sitting up straight and blinking her eyes against the sun's glare. What sort of artifact?

Its a crown made of dark stone with weird runes all over it. Dunstan, the wampyr lord, was wearing it when I killed him. I didnt want to put it in my storage ring because it felt powerful and, Im not sure why, but I had a feeling that it might be, you know, conscious.

Thayla nodded, distracted while she worked on fixing one of Deynis braids. So you hid it in the keep before you left?

Yeah.

Chandri jumped up. Ill go with you!

Thayla frowned and opened her mouth, but Victor could almost see the second thought cross her mind as she reconsidered what shed been about to say. Thats up to Victor. We can spare you for now.

Yeah, sure. Victor clambered to his feet as Deyni also jumped up.

What about me?

Oh no, sweetie! I need your help with Starlight and Thistle. We must brush and feed them before we harness them to the wagon for days and days. Thayla snatched Deynis hand and pulled on her to help herself stand.

Victor squatted down and held out his arms. Give me a hug, you little huntress. Ill surely see you again before you leave, but I can never get too many hugs.

Deyni didnt need to be asked twiceshe crashed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. While he squeezed her, she whispered in his ear, Promise this isnt a forever goodbye.

Victor felt that familiar lump in his throat and the sting in his eyes as tears tried to fight free. He wasnt sad or upset; he was just happy to have such an innocent, sweet person giving him her love. He hadnt been lying when he said he felt like his home was there with the people he cared about. No, mija, its not forever. I promise. This is just a short goodbye. He didnt hesitate at all to break his earlier commitment about making promises.

As he realized how much he wanted to return, how much he cared about Deyni and so many others, another realization hit himthe reason he hadnt been very excited about the news from Olivia that an ambassador and a portal stone to First Landing would be on the way, was because, to him, they were just strangers, regardless of their origin. He was more eager to see how the Naghelli made out than he was with First Landings prospects. He supposed that would change as he came to know them. He hoped he might make friends there and figured he ought to work to build a relationship with Olivia.

Sighing, he gave Deyni one last squeeze, then stood up and pulled some Energy out of his Core to summon Guapo. As the Mustang burst out of the pool of sparkling glory-attuned Energy, he turned to Chandri and grinned. Ready to see how fast this guy can run? Guapo interrupted her answer by rearing onto his hind legs and whinnying mightily. Victor laughed and slapped his rump. You big showoff!