kiss
, âI have been so worried about you,â
kiss, kiss, kiss
.
âHi Graysea,â I garbled between smooches, âhave you met Essa?â
The introduction had the desired effect of getting Graysea to let up on my face.
âI remember Essa,â Graysea said in a tone I had never heard from her before. âThe first time I saw her she hit you in the head with a stick.â
I expected Essa to storm off, hopefully without hitting me in the head, but instead she stood her ground. âWhat are you still doing here?â
Oh my, I thought to myself, this has the potential to turn into a serious cat fight â or a cat and fish fight and they usually donât turn out very well for the fish. I know it was cowardly of me â I reached for the bedside table but, damn it, there wasnât any of that knock-out medicine there.
âWhere else should I be but by my beloved Conorâs side?â
To be perfectly honest I wasnât the only reason she was still here â Graysea had nowhere else to go. When the Mertain King found out that she had stolen his dragonâs blood to give to me, he banished her.
Essa was close to snarling when she said, âI can think of several places I would rather you to be.â
âEssa,â I said as gingerly as I could, âGraysea helped me escape from a very difficult situation.â
âOh, did she?â the Princess said. âAnd what other situations did she help you in or out of?â
âI donât understand you,â my mermaid said with her usual tilt of the head. âWhy are you here? Shouldnât you be mourning the loss of your fiancé?â
I instantly popped up on my knees on the mattress between them. Essa had stepped back in what I recognised as a preparation to spring. I really didnât want to be in the middle of this and suspected that any second I was going to get the worst of it.
âEveryone out,â came a command from the doorway. Dad was standing there in his drill suit. He wore that kingly face that made the two women snap to attention and then quickly leave. Neither said goodbye to me as they never really took their eyes off each other for the entire exit.
âThank you,â I said when the Princess and the mermaid were out of earshot.
âDonât thank me too soon,â Dad said, throwing me the clothes that he had been carrying. âYour mother and Fand have given you a clean bill of health, so come with me â itâs time for some training.â
âTraining for what?â
âWeâre going to launch an assault on the Oracle of Mount Cas.â
I thought about the prospect of going into battle again and then thought about the skirmish that Dad had just saved me from. War didnât seem that bad at all.
Chapter Five
Graysea and Essa
I was back in Dahyâs boot camp. This time it was worse than the first time. The first time I knew I didnât know anything. This time I thought I knew everything and Dahy proved to me that I once again knew nothing. We were learning a new technique. The master didnât have a name for it so I called it ninja school â âcause thatâs what it felt like. None of us were allowed to execute any of our showy spins or flip manoeuvres. Every movement had to be minimal. All over the armoury, where we practised, were wooden dowels balanced upright with feathers perched on top. Every time one of us disturbed a feather, or worse, knocked over a dowel, Dahy would shoot us in the legs with a crossbow bolt that had a woollen ball stuck on the end. If you think that doesnât sound like it would hurt â then think again.
Araf was really good at it. It wasnât until I saw him in a room full of feathers did I realise just how economical a fighting style he had. Except for his figure of eight propeller-like stick move, Araf hardly had to change his technique at all. Essa was lucky she didnât have to
Carole E. Barrowman, John Barrowman