The Unwilling Apprentice (Book 2) (11 page)

The first servant to scream managed to duck, dive, dodge, and outmaneuver long enough to make it to the entrance and out into the hall. The others followed suit, and the stampede of servants nearly ran over the stunned pair beside the doorway. The silverware made to follow, but Ned pointed his staff at the utensils and negated the magic. They dropped harmlessly in the hall, and the only sound was the retreating screams and footsteps of the servants.

Fred stared down the hall, but turned his head when Ned passed in front of him and walked into the room. He took a slice of cake off the unharmed and ummoved platter and bit into the sweet dessert. When he spoke crumbs splattered out of his mouth. "That wasn't quite how we were to get the cake, but I must applaud your effort."

"Yeah, effort," Fred shakily replied. He kept one eye on the dropped silverware and slid around the corner into the room.

Ned frowned and tapped his beard with the piece of cake. Crumbs peppered the snow-white hair. "But perhaps for the rest of the night we should not attract so much attention. Pat may become angry with us."

Fred came up behind him and did likewise with the cake. "Yeah, good idea," he mumbled through a mouthful of the dessert.

CHAPTER 10

They ate their fill, and when they returned to their bedroom hallway Ned stopped and nodded toward Pat's room. "Perhaps you should tell our friends that the way is safe for Ruth to return to her father," he reminded the boy.

Fred sighed and shuffled off to Pat's room. He reached the door and quietly knocked on the entrance. "Who is it?" Pat called out.

"It's Fred, can I come in?" he whispered.

He heard noises and in a few moments the door swung open. Pat grabbed Fred by the collar and dragged him inside. He tripped on the stone tiles and fell hard on his butt while she shut the door behind him. Fred rubbed his derriere and scowled at her. "What did you do that for?" he complained.

Pat quickly knelt beside him and clapped her hand over his mouth. She put a finger to her lips and her eyes darted over to the door. Fred stiffened and listened, but he didn't hear anything and tore her hand from his mouth. "I don't hear anything," he told her.

He expected their usual banter, but she only furrowed her brow. "Did you see anyone out there?" Fred shook his head. "Someone walked along the hallway a few minutes ago, and stopped at our door."

Fred looked around the room and was relieved to see Ruth seated on the bed. She was in her human form and Pat had given her a clean dress to wear. "Did it sound like a man or a woman?" Fred asked Pat.

She pursed her lips together and shook her head. "I couldn't tell, but they tried the knob. Fortunately for us I had locked it for it discouraged them enough to leave."

Fred got a chill from her story, but he had a reason for coming to the room. "Ned and I were just down at the kitchen. There's nobody there now, so if you two are ready we can take Ruth to her father."

"We're ready. Come on, Ruth," Pat softly commanded.

Pat took Ruth's hands and looked expectantly at Fred. He blinked. "What?" he asked them.

Pat sighed and rolled her eyes. "Lead the way," she told him in an exasperated tone.

Fred cringed. "Why me?"

"Because if something goes wrong I don't want you holding that staff behind me," she replied.

The boy's face drooped, but after what happened in the kitchen he couldn't blame her. Fred peeked his head out the door and saw the hall was empty. He led the pair down the stairs, but they made it only as far as the entrance hall when a voice spoke up from the shadows. "Good evening, Lady Lamakin."

All three of them jumped and their heads snapped toward one of the tall columns. Percy stepped out of the shadows with a smooth smile on his face. Pat clutched at her heart and handed Ruth's hand to Fred. "You startled us, Percy," she scolded.

"And why would I do that? Surely you're not sneaking around the castle this late at night to cause mischief?" he teased.

Pat blushed and glanced back at her companions. Fred rolled his eyes, and Ruth glanced nervously between them. "Well, no, we're just, well, just out for a snack. We missed dinner enjoying the fireworks."

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Oh? I hope you weren't caught up in the chaos outside."

Pat laughed a little too loudly, and shook her head. "Oh no, of course not. We try to avoid such trouble."

The young man smiled. Fred didn't like that smile. "I seem to recall you had quite a bit of trouble with the assassin Deadly Sins while you stayed at Tramadore."

The girl waved off his words. "Oh, yes, that. I'm sure he made a mistake and attacked the wrong room."

Percy's good humor slipped and he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I'm afraid I may have some information that would say otherwise." Pat flinched and frowned at him, but he shook his head. "I can't say any more, not here, but I would worry about your stay here."

"Worry about what?" she asked him.

"About whom," he corrected her. Percy glanced up at the balconies, and though he saw no one he ushered them into the passage that led to the kitchen. "King Stephen invited my father and me here to attend your coronation as the captain of his guard, but I fear my father my have other, less sincere intentions for coming here. He speaks of an errand we are to perform here, but will not confide in me the details."

Fred wasn't surprised, but Pat was aghast. "But what could he want here?"

Percy shook his head. "I do not know, but I noticed my father outside your door a few minutes ago. He seemed interested in entering, but when he found his way barred he left."

Pat paled. "What could this mean?"

"I wish I could answer that for you, Lady Lamakin, but I have only questions myself," Percy replied. There was a noise above them and he ducked behind the passage wall. Footsteps moved along the balcony and down the stairs to the landing in front of the throne room. Percy frowned.

"Who is it?" Pat asked him.

"That strange woman who King Stephen consults so often," he informed her. "What could she be doing here?" Lady Martley slipped into the throne room and closed the door behind her. Percy whipped his head around to his companions. "Perhaps you had better forsake your stomachs and return to your rooms."

"We'll be sure to grab only what we need and return to our rooms," Pat promised. "Thank you for the warning about your father, though I hope it proves to be false."

Percy grimly smiled and bowed at the waist. "I am forever at your service, Lady Lamakin."

Pat smiled back and pushed her companions down the hall. Percy slipped out of the hall and upstairs, though he paused at the throne doors and frowned. Not a sound drifted out of the throne room, and he hurried on.

As for the three companions, they rushed into the abandoned kitchen, pried open the hatch and slipped down into the tunnel. Ruth reverted back to her gargoyle form to avoid complicated questions. Fred led the way with his lit staff, but the farther they traveled the slower he walked until Pat, who walked behind him, prodded his back. "Why are you so slow?" she questioned him.

"I was just wondering how mad Sampson might be when he sees us with Ruth," Fred pointed out.

Pat thought over his words and paled. "You mean you worry he might blame us for her disappearance?"

"But that isn't true!" Ruth insisted.

"If it had been true I would have killed them both where they stand now, castor or no castor," a voice spoke up. Fred and Pat screamed and jumped into each other's arms when a figure dropped from a near-invisible hole in the ceiling of the tunnel. In the staff's light Sampson arose from his landing and scowled past them at his daughter. "We heard the city in chaos and smelled the smoke. What have you done?"

Ruth cringed back. "I-I'm sorry, father, I only meant to see the fireworks."

He shook his head. "That is not a reason for leaving and endangering all of us."Sampson nodded over his shoulder. "Return to the cavern. I will deal with your punishment later."

Ruth blushed and shook her head. "I can't, father. I owe these two a life-debt."

Sampson stiffened, and his fists clenched at his sides. He whipped his eyes over to the two humans, who nervously grinned back. "Is this true?"

Pat stepped forward. "It's true that we saved her life, but she doesn't owe us-"

"By our custom she owes you a life-debt," Sampson insisted. "Only through dishonor or fulfillment can the debt be wiped clean, and I will not have her dishonor us further by forsaking her duty."

Pat and Fred's shoulders slumped; they hoped for another outcome than the stress of a gargoyle on their hands. Ruth was too ashamed to do much more than bow her head. "I will do as you command me, father, but I will make you proud."

Sampson sighed and looked over his daughter. "It would have been well that you could fly, but I fear you must learn under your servitude."

Pat frowned and held up her hands. "Wait a moment. I won't have her be a servant to me."

"But that is my debt to you, and what other disguise can I use?" Ruth pointed out.

Sampson uneasily shifted on his feet. "Disguise is indeed a problem. Your oath risks us again as surely as your wish to see the fireworks. You cannot hide what you are from the eyes of the humans."

Ruth smirked and rubbed the trinket around her neck. She morphed into her human disguise, and her father's eyes bulged. "This necklace was given to me by a castor named Ned to protect me from the humans," she told him.

Sampson blinked. "Ned?"

Fred saw the name wasn't familiar to him. "He used to use the name Edwin," the boy recalled.

"Edwin still lives, and he is with you?" he asked the humans. They nodded, and the pair could see there was relief in his eyes. "That is well. Unless he is greatly changed, Edwin is a valuable ally, and I am glad to hear he is still alive after so long."

"Then I have your permission to go with them and fulfill my debt?" Ruth asked him.

Sampson gave a nod. "Yes, I give my blessing."

Ruth beamed at the honor, and Fred wasn't sure to be merry or wonder what new trouble they were given. Pat rubbed her temple and sighed. She had a new lady-in-waiting to deal with.

CHAPTER 11

Ruth was installed in Pat's room, but there was the question of a bed.

"Gargoyles do not sleep at night," Ruth informed them when the topic was brought up. "We turn to stone and rest during the day."

Pat cringed. "So you're going to be a statue in here? I don't know how I'm going to explain a moving statue to the other ladies who dress me."

"Maybe the necklace works so she doesn't have to sleep," Fred suggested.

All three of them looked down at the trinket. The glass glistened in the light of the room's candles. Pat frowned. "Maybe you'd better go ask Ned. It's still a few hours until sunrise, and I would like to know now."

Fred slunk out of the room and down the hall. He jumped when Lady Martley rounded the corner of the connected hall and they nearly collided. She smiled at him. "Greetings, young sir. What has you up at such an hour?"

"Oh, um, just, well, just helping Ned," he replied.

Lady Martley smirked and leaned down. Her breasts swayed in her loose-fitting dress, and he watched them swing back and forth like a child watches the swinging of a swing in a breeze. "You are a terrible liar, young sir." She gently clasped his chin in her fingers and pulled his face up so he stared into her eyes. "I won't ask why you truly walk these halls, but try be more careful in the future. There are others here who would not be so kind as I."

"Like Sturgeon?" he guessed.

Her eyes crinkled up with her smile. "Clever boy, so you know of his wanderings?" Fred tried to nod, but she had a strong grasp and sharp nails. Her expression lost her humor and for the first time Fred witnessed her concern. "Be mindful of him. I believe he means to do you and your friends a great deal of harm." Fred frowned. That was the same warning Percy had given them. Martley released him and stood straight; her smile returned. "Until we see each other again, be in good health, young castor."

Fred blinked and watched the woman retreat down the hall. He'd never showed her his abilities as a castor. When she disappeared into her room, Fred hurried to his. He found Ned standing at the window with his gaze on the stars in the bright sky.

Ned turned at his entrance, and smiled. "Was your mission a success?" he asked the young lad.

"What? Oh, yeah, we took her back," Fred answered.

The old man frowned. "You're distracted. What have you seen?"

"That Martley lady and Percy both told us to beware of Sturgeon," Fred told him.

Ned raised an eyebrow. "You've spoken to both?" Fred nodded, and Ned leaned heavily on his staff in thought. "It seems the troubles in Tramadore have followed us here as surely as Canavar's influence."

Fred blinked. "What about Canavar? Didn't we escape him when we crossed the bridge?"

Ned closed his eyes and shook his head. "The Priests of Phaeton hoped his influence was weak enough he wouldn't dare cross into the Sterning region, but we find him here in Galaron."