The Exodus Sagas: Book II - Of Dragons And Crowns by Jason R Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

A slave freed a slave for this, and you will not take it. But t hank you for proving to me once again, B ishop, that human men are- C rack, caroom , thunder shook the tower from outside on a clear morning. As the minotaur’s hand touched the glowing blue parchment his words stopped. H e was knocked to his knees from the flash of light. Too bright to see anything but blue, with eyes open or shut, Saberrak shook and trembled, unable to rise to his feet. More thunder rose from the morning air, with no point of origin on any horizon. All was still, no one moved nor breathed. The horned warrior rose to his feet, using the table for support. Blue mist rising from his body, his ears ringing as if the thunder had issued from his own head. He turned to the left to see what had happened, slowly , as his body did not seem to have the ability to move quickly. He opened his eyes, and all was hued in a strange blue light. Saberrak looked at his friends, the wizard, the bishop, and the Lord, all of their mouths open and eyes wide. James, the Bishop , and Savanno dropped to their knees in silent prayer for something, while the unblinking eyes of the others remained focused on the blue glowing eyes of the minotaur, and the blue mist that still flowed from the scroll to his very breath. Like a stream on the air, noises snuffed out from existence, radiant energies swirled into Saberrak the gray.
    The light faded, perhaps minutes had passed, still no one dared move as the thunder fell quieter in the distance. Shinayne watched as the scroll lost its illuminations, as did the eyes of her horned friend. Azenairk reached out and touched Saberrak’s arm, now that the trembling had ceased, making sure he was still really there. James and Savanno rose to their feet, in wonder and fear of what had just occurred. The wizards felt the energies around them with their arcane senses, both glancing at one another in bewilderment, neither one saying anything.
    “Witchcraft and heathen rituals! ” Bishop Javiel whispered in fear , still unnerved and trembling himself. “King Richmond and Queen Rosana will here of this, I swear to you.” d own the stairs he ran, not sure if a curse of hell or a pagan miracle had just unleashed. His anger that it was a horned beast in Kalzarius’ tower that should be involved with such mystery sickened him. That scroll will be mine, and Kalzarius will burn for his treasons against the church and the king, he vowed.
    “What was that, old man?” Saberrak spoke quietly, squeezing his fists tight then releasing. His vision was normal again, yet his breathing felt tingly.
    “I do not know, Saberrak of Unlinn. However, it looks like the glow has gone from the scroll.” Kalzarius began to roll the parchment back on the stone. “I t was not anything of the arcane and I do not know how it triggered either. I assure you, it was not my doing , but what raw power just entered your body is nothing short of miraculous. The incantations were readied, but you did not speak one word in the Altestani tongue to release what we had thought lay inside. I have no answers, only concerns now, my horned aquaintence. ”
    “I will go to the king and meet the bishop there to try and discourage any inquisition.” Sir Savanno still stared at the minotaur, not sure what he had seen, but knowing what he had felt.
    “As will I.” the old arcane master agreed as he rolled then handed the scroll to Saberrak.
    “And what are we to do while you are away?” Shinayne spoke up, watching the two men hurry toward the stairs.
    Kalzarius stopped, and turned. “Pack your things Lady T’Sarrin, have everyone ready. We must get yo u to Ansharr.” h e proceeded down the stairs behind the Lord Knight Errant.
    “Wonderful! Well done, minotaur, now we have to leave.” Gwenneth sto mped out to get her belongings. “Nearly two months of work, ruined by your pride, my thanks!” s he had waited too many years to see her old master, and now her anger brewed at