Deltora Quest #1: The Forests of Silence by Emily Rodda Read Free Book Online Page B

asked about the rope he carried. With luck, though, his mother and father would be so relieved to see him that they would forgive him quickly.
    They cannot send me to bed without food, at least, Lief thought with satisfaction, scuttling across the roadand plunging on towards the forge. They said they wanted to talk to me about something tonight.
    Briefly he wondered what that something was, and smiled at the memory of how serious his parents had looked when they had spoken of it.
    He loved them both very much, but no two people could be more ordinary, timid, and quiet than Jarred and Anna of the forge. Jarred had limped badly ever since he was injured by a falling tree when Lief was ten. But even before that, he and Anna had kept very much to themselves. They seemed content to listen to the tales of wandering travelers who stopped at the forge, rather than seeing life for themselves.
    Lief had not been born until after the time of darkness and terror that had marked the coming of the Shadow Lord. But he knew that many in the city had fought and died and many others had fled in terror.
    Jarred and Anna had done neither of these things. While all around them confusion and panic reigned, they stayed in their cottage, obeying every order given to them, doing nothing to attract the anger of the enemy. And when the panic was ended and dull misery had taken its place in the city, they reopened the forge gates and began work again, struggling only to survive in their new, ruined world.
    It was something that Lief himself could never have done. He could not understand it. He was convinced that all his parents had ever wanted in their lives was to stay out of trouble, whatever the cost. He wascertain, absolutely certain, that nothing they had to say could surprise him.
    So it was only with relief that he ran through the forge gates, dodged the beggar Barda, who was making his slow way to his shelter in the corner of the yard, and rushed through the cottage door. Excuses were ready on his tongue and thoughts of dinner were filling his head.
    Little did he know that before another hour had passed everything was going to change for him.
    Little did he know that he was about to receive the shock of his life.

S tunned by what he had just heard, Lief stared at his father. It was as if he were seeing him with new eyes. “ You once lived in the palace? You were the king’s friend? You — I cannot believe this! I will not believe it!”
    His father smiled grimly. “You must believe it, my son.” His fists clenched. “Why else do you think we have lived so quietly all these years, tamely obeying every order given to us, never rebelling? Many, many times I have been tempted to do otherwise. But I knew that we had to avoid drawing the enemy’s attention to us.”
    “But — but why have you never told me before?” Lief stammered.
    “We thought it best to keep silent until now, Lief.” It was his mother who had spoken. She stood by the fire looking at him gravely.
    “It was so important, you see, that no word reached the ears of the Shadow Lord,” she went on. “And until you were ten your father believed that he himself would be the one who would go to seek the gems of Deltora, when the time came. But then —”
    She broke off, glancing at her husband sitting in his armchair, his injured leg stuck stiffly out in front of him.
    He smiled grimly. “Then the tree fell, and I had to accept that this could not be,” he finished for her. “I can still work in the forge — enough to earn our bread — but I cannot travel. And so, Lief, the task is left to you. If you are willing.”
    Lief’s head was spinning. So much that he had believed had been overturned in one short hour.
    “The king was not killed after all,” he mumbled, trying to take it in. “He escaped, with the queen. But why did the Shadow Lord not find them?”
    “When we reached the forge the king and queen made themselves look like ordinary working people,” his