Messenger in the Mist (3 page)

Star rushed to the door, her mind still muddled by the haziness of sleep. She opened the door to see a large platter of meats and roasted potatoes, apple cider and gingerbread. Hilda had cooked a feast.

“Hilda,” Star said, her voice husky with wonderment, “this is wonderful. Thank you!” Somehow, the opulence of the food made Star forget how long it had taken to arrive.

But Hilda paid her no heed. In fact, she almost tipped the tray and dropped the food right onto Star. In a swift move, Hilda fell back a step, stumbling into the narrow hallway.

Star reacted quickly, sliding her arms underneath the tray. Hilda stared wide-eyed into her room. If Star hadn’t reacted quickly, she would have been wearing her dinner instead of eating it. The innkeeper seemed like a hard woman to impress, but here she was, gaping like a schoolgirl watching soldiers march in a parade.

“What’s the matter?” Star wondered if she’d somehow damaged the interior of her lodgings. “Hilda, are you all right?”

“Why, I never…” Hilda mumbled. “That’s Nina’s pet.”

It took long moments for Star to realize Hilda stared at the bunnyfly. The animal looked up from the makeshift bed with large and vacant eyes, a piece of crumb bread stuck in its whiskers. It cooed softly, a polite noise sounding like a question.

Star’s memory referenced the entire catalog of names she had delivered letters to in Ravencliff, but could think of no one named Nina. The pairing was odd because someone wealthy enough to have a bunnyfly would obviously have enough money for regular correspondence. “I’m sorry, I do not know of a Nina.”

Hilda’s eyes never left the bunnyfly. “Nina’s just what we call her here at the tavern. That animal belongs to Bellanina, the king’s daughter.”

“Oh.” Star’s thoughts raced faster than Windracer could ever carry her. Suddenly the bunnyfly didn’t seem as ridiculous. “I found it on the moors. What should I do?”

“The poor thing’s been missin’ for three days now. The king ordered every soldier on duty to keep their eyes peeled. The promised reward is great. Why, you should deliver it to the castle first thing in the morning.”

“The castle.” Star tried not to smile as her heart basked in the thought. “Of course.”

Breach

The castle was the centerpiece of Ravencliff, like a dark cherry on a cream-frosted cake. Chipped from the onyx stone of the mountain, the walls were polished slates of ebony sprinkled with crevices of grainy gold, where black ravens pieced together their nests with hay. The marble hall towered above the other dwellings of the city. Framed by a stone fence high enough to shadow the sun in midday, it was a fortress within a fortress, the pinnacle of the city.

It was easy enough for Star to gain access. Instead of presenting the royal seal on a letter, Star reached into her shirt and displayed the glittering bunnyfly. The guards stopped chattering in mid-sentence and parted before her like sheep before a wolf, the whites of their eyes growing with newfound curiosity. The path cleared and Star encouraged Windracer on.

A guard broke the silence as Star rode past. “Where did you find it?”

“Where no one is allowed to go,” Star answered over her shoulder. She was feeling a bit mischievous, holding her key to the castle in both hands.

“Where’s that? The king’s brewery?” another guard quipped, igniting a series of rowdy laughter.

“No.” Star strode in an elegant ceremonial canter, her translucent cloak glimmering in her wake.

“Then where was the silly thing?”

Star pulled back on the reins, halting Windracer in mid-step. She turned in her saddle to face the speaker of the question. Although his tone was haughty, he was a young lad, barely graduated from the academy. Uneven stubble grew in patches on his face. “The moors.”

Silence followed as if her words turned them to stone. No one laughed any longer. Star nudged Windracer back into motion and continued along the way, passing them like she strode among statues. There were no further questions. As she left the brigade, she heard one of them mumble, “Poor Arwen, rest in peace.” Star no longer wondered about the truth of the stable hand’s story.

Star approached the marble hall and dismounted, leaving Windracer to rest in the shade of a Blackwood. The castle perched on the bald spot of a foothill, several feet from ground level. Here the mist was but a shady afterthought, and the sun warmed the earth and gilded the royal gardens. Star had entered the inner sanctuary, a palace reserved for Ravencliff’s elite.

She walked through rows of columns. The royal emblem of Ravencliff decorated the sandstone: a single bird flying free from a high perch on a sharp crag. Secretly, Star scoffed at the symbol. The rulers had improperly attributed such an image of freedom to a fortress where the inhabitants remained locked away. Perhaps it was a distant hope, a future they strived for to no avail.

The doors to the marble hall were propped open, allowing Star to enter the main antechamber. Lined with dramatic tapestries, velvet curtains and cushioned chairs, the hall was a regal testament to Ravencliff’s exquisite grandeur. Dignitaries formed circles of gregarious speech, council ambassadors strolled with servants in tow and members of the extended royal family lounged, creating a sea of voices where laughter and whispers rode the waves in tides.

Star picked her way through the mingling crowd. She had the privilege of stepping into the inner sanctuary many times before to deliver correspondence and knew exactly whom to speak to regarding the matter of the bunnyfly. A desk raised on a pedestal stood at the far end of the great hall, where the chief of acquisitions sat, smug as a judge, in a leather studded chair.

Star frowned impatiently when she saw the line. The trail of people stretched halfway across the grand room, weaving in between the columns like a snake. She had not come at the best time. Scratching the bunnyfly’s head, Star took her place at the end of the line behind a scrawny man carrying a long box in the shape of a fiddle.

The man looked back at her with a cursory glance under unruly curls of chestnut locks. When he recognized her garb, he turned full around. “So, a messenger, heh?”

Star sighed. This question also followed her in both kingdoms and she was tired of answering. “That’s right.”

“Delivering something important to the king?”

Although his tone was playful, Star was not amused. “You could say that, yes.” In her arms, she hid the bunnyfly in a blanket borrowed from the inn. She didn’t need to draw more attention to herself.

“I sent a letter out a fortnight hence, you see, and I still haven’t gotten a reply.”

Star stifled the urge to roll her eyes. It was going to turn into one of
those
conversations. “Sir, messengers don’t keep track of who sends what to whom. We merely deliver the letters that fall into our safekeeping. I can assure you letters are seldom lost or misplaced. If you haven’t heard back, then the recipient hasn’t written a reply.”

Again she had succeeded in dissatisfying another customer. The man glowered, shifting the weight of his fiddle box to the other shoulder. “I’m just a musician searching for a decent job, you know. I’ve applied to the minstrels at Evenspark several times and haven’t heard back.”

Star knew getting into the grid was difficult, especially if one was born in the outskirts. Both cities had population surges and little housing available. He had a better chance of finding a pot of gold under a gutter.

“Perhaps you can find a job here. That’s why you’re in line, right?”

“Certainly. The prices of living in the inner district of either kingdom are so high nowadays, and more and more go missing from the outskirts. They just don’t have the proper defenses.”

These issues stood at the forefront of Star’s thoughts. Every penny she saved from her messenger’s stipend brought her closer to buying her parents a new home in Evenspark’s inner district. It would take several more years, but at least she would sleep soundly at night knowing they were finally safe.

The line moved quicker than Star expected, and the man’s turn came before she could respond further.

“Godspeed, my friend,” Star said. “I pray you do get a reply from Evenspark.”

“With one three-year-old and a baby on the way, let’s hope so.”

* * * *

It didn’t take long for Star to convince the chief of acquisitions to allow entry into the inner sanctuary. Dressed in their formal clothes of office, no one wanted to carry a sloppy bunnyfly, glitter and fur shedding on everything it touched. Soon, a snobby-nosed attendant, who obviously had better things to do, escorted her down a narrow hallway.

“Right this way.” The attendant sprinted ahead, leading Star through a series of rooms and great mahogany doorways. Her tired feet left cushioned imprints in a thick, floral rug lining the walkway in elegant luxury. They exited the castle and entered the inner gardens, a labyrinth of hedges surrounding an atrium at the center. Made entirely of glass, the room was a humid greenhouse, its roof covering brightly feathered birds and large palmed ferns in a verdant array. A fountain in the center gurgled lazily, the waters rippling with streams of golden fish.

“This is her favorite place to study.” He gestured with his hand, encouraging Star to enter. She stepped by him as he stood by the door, impatiently waiting for her to present the animal. With one uneasy look at the attendant, Star entered the atrium. Rounding the fountain, she could hear voices above the splashing water.

“And what is the capitol of Ravencliff?” A woman questioned with an authoritative air.

A young girl responded, “This castle, of course!”

“And who rules this castle?”

A shrill squeal erupted. “Valen does!”

“No, my dear,” the woman corrected. “The King of Ravencliff, your papa.” She whispered something under her breath, and Star thought she heard, “Although sometimes I think you’re right.”

Star spotted the pair at the opposite end of the room, sitting on twisted wicker chairs on a patio, books spread out everywhere. The girl wore a pink camisole with puffy sleeves, her hair braided in intertwined ribbons. An older woman, likely the tutor, with thinning gray hair spun up in a bun, sat opposite the girl. She wore a dress rigidly buttoned all the way up to a collar, which brushed the bottom of her pointy chin.

“Ravencliff is the ultimate power in the kingdom, controlling the entire realm of humanity. Now write the word
Ravencliff
in your letters.”

Princess Bellanina’s wandering gaze spotted Star. In an instant, her violet eyes gleamed. “Flopsy! Oh, my dear Flopsy!” The princess rushed over to Star in a flurry of satin and lace. Star handed her the bunnyfly and the girl cradled it like a baby, twirling around in whimsical delight.

The tutor’s mouth pursed in slight annoyance. The unexpected reunion overshadowed the lesson. Star knew any further teaching might be difficult for the remainder of the morning and perhaps the rest of the day. She gave the tutor a sympathetic smile, feeling a bit guilty for interrupting the princess’s studies.

“Look, Madame Erlene!” the princess exclaimed. “This messenger has found Flopsy.”

“Rightly she has,” Madame Erlene responded, albeit not as enthusiastically as Bellanina. She rounded the fountain to meet Star. “And what do you say to the young lady?”

“Thank you, madam.” Princess Bellanina curtsied, picking up the corner of her pink dress in her hand.

Star bowed in return. “My pleasure.”

“Would you care to join us this morning for tea?” Madame Erlene asked Star. “Perhaps share a story of your adventures in Evenspark?”

“I’m sorry.” Star looked at her heavy shoulder bag. “I cannot. I have many letters to deliver and a schedule to keep.”

The tutor nodded, a practiced gesture of acquiescence. “Of course.”

Star looked to the small princess and bent to meet her eyes. “Keep a close watch over Flopsy. Don’t let her wander far.” Despite the seriousness of her warning, she couldn’t help but smile. The girl was even more adorable than the bunnyfly.

The princess put the bunnyfly down by her feet. “It’s a he.”

“Oh my.”

Madame Erlene’s mouth twitched into a smile.

Star stifled a laugh and tried to keep her voice even and professional. “Please forgive me, Your Highness.”

The princess followed the bunnyfly as it chewed an exotic fern, creating a scene that would upturn the garden keeper’s stomach. She called over her shoulder, “That’s all right. He gets mistaken all the time.”

Madame Erlene stepped toward Star. “There are a lot of misplaced identities here at Ravencliff.” Before Star could ask her to elaborate, the tutor skipped ahead to tend to the princess and her pet. “Princess Bellanina, control your bunnyfly!”

The scurrying attendant escorted Star back to the main antechamber. To her dismay, he ushered her forward too fast for any close examination of the inner rooms. Nevertheless, Star peered around every corner whenever the corridor opened. The castle halls bustled with people, but none of them were Prince Valen.

Star left empty handed. Not only did she use her only ticket, but the task of delivering all of the city’s letters loomed before her with no prize to be won at the other end. As Star mounted Windracer, she shuffled through her carrier’s bag in resignation, picking out the letters addressed to the guards at the castle. At least she could deliver some of the letters while she was here.

The guards looked up expectantly as Star approached the main gate. Searching through the pile, Star read each name in turn, handing the letters out like they were candy.

“Bradford Diln, Raymond Rue, Ernest Myer and Lyton Maxx.” Each man came beside her, showing proof of identification, and claimed his prize. When she was finished, there were still several faces turned up, a glinting hope dwindling in each man’s eye. “That’s it. The rest of you will have to wait until the next messenger arrives in a few days.”

There was a collective sigh of disappointment Star identified with. She, herself, felt the heavy weight of dejection clinging to her spirits. But it was her own fault. Her expectations were set too high. What had she actually hoped to accomplish?