Rejar (40 page)

“You have them and more. Would you yet risk the life of your wife and yourself again because you have abilities that you do not know how to use?” he slyly asked.

Rejar gave him a patented look out of the corner of his eye. “Very well. You have your wish; I will join you.”

Yaniff beamed; he clapped Rejar heartily on the back. “Finally! I vow, you have been a trial to me, Rejar. For a Familiar, you are an extremely stubborn man.”

At Rejar’s narrowed look, he quickly added, “However, this can be a good trait. I, myself, will guide you on your journey to find the knight within. Together we shall bring him forth.” His gaze went to Traed. “For both of you.” he murmured.

Rejar sat up straighter, astonishment showing on his face. “It is gone!”

“What is gone, Rejar?”

“The restlessness—it has completely left me. What was it, Yaniff?”

The wizard gazed at him speculatively. “Give me your hands.”

Rejar did. Yaniff clasped his hands, closing his eyes. When he opened them he was smiling.

“Yes ... I believe it does make sense.”

“What, Yaniff? Tell me.”

“Know you not that the restlessness was you, Rejar?”

“I do not understand.”

“The Charl part of you that you have always tried to suppress—it spoke to you and would not be silent until you recognized it.”

“I still do not understand, Yaniff.”

“You will in time.” “

Rejar furrowed his brow. “There is not much of my father’s line of power in me. I have no Charl abilities.”

“You think not?” The wizard smiled mysteriously. “Well, together we will seek this hidden side that speaks to you and see what we will find.”

“As you wish, Yaniff, but you waste your time.”

“A wizard never wastes his time. That is your first lesson, Rejar.”

The Familiar leaned back against the pillows, smiling. “Perhaps I shall be the exception,” he joked.

Yaniff seemed to find his own humor in Rejar’s words. He chuckled, his fingers going up to stroke his winged companion on his shoulder. “Your life will be one of many changes, my young friend. As you have the ability to transform yourself, so too, will the path of your life alter and change.”

“Can you see my future then, Yaniff?”

“Some.”

“What do you see?”

“I will only tell you this—you will become a man of legendary power both within and without. You will be a great leader of men. However, your revelation of power will cost you dearly.”

Rejar snorted. “You see wrong. I have no desire for power or greatness. I desire only to be with my wife and lead a quiet life—in love.”

“Such is not your destiny, Rejar. You have already learned that you cannot deny who you are. There is greatness in you; you will become a legend among our people.” He specifically gazed across the room at Traed when he said, “The time for avoidance is over. This is my prophecy.”

“It is not me you speak of! I am a man whose interests lie in other directions.”

Yaniff said nothing.

“Perhaps I should not return with you to Aviara after all.”

“You will come; for you have already sensed you cannot remain here. You could never be your true self in this world.”

Rejar inclined his head slightly, the truth of Yaniffs words evident.

“I must return now; word has been sent to me from the Familiar world that Gian Ren is missing.”

Rejar was shocked. “Taz Gian is missing?”

“Yes. As you can imagine, there is much unrest on M’yan.”

“I will not be long in coming, Yaniff. This news disturbs me.”

“It disturbs us all; however, you”—Yaniff shook his finger at him—”will be involved in your studies.”

Rejar frowned. He did not like this twist of events. “He is my blood relative, Yaniff.”

“And you now belong to me. You have agreed to be my student; your allegiance is to the Charl. In time you will get used to listening to your teacher. As for Gian, the High Guild will do everything in its power to help the Familiar people; you know that.”

Rejar exhaled slowly. He did not know if he was going to like this student business. He was used to making decisions solely on his own.

Yaniff approached Traed.

“Rejar has agreed to join the Charl; I have accepted his oath. You will bear witness to this. I am sure the Guild is waiting to speak with you as well.”

The green eyes narrowed as they contemplated the wizard.

It suddenly occurred to Traed just how Yaniff had manipulated the situation.

The old wizard had cornered him well.

He had played his game and set his trap, garnering both Rejar and him at once. By using his power to help Rejar, Traed was forced to release the power inside him; while Rejar was made to see how dangerous it was for him not to open himself to his Charl side.

The old wizard had played each off the other, using one to bend the other. Traed had to admit it was clever of him. Clever and insidious.

“Think you I know not what you are about, Yaniff?” Traed said in a harsh tone.

Yaniff had expected this reaction from him. “It was out of love, Traed; I hope in time you realize that. You could not hide forever.”

“No, I suppose not. It was a fantasy of mine, you see, which required true magic.”

Yaniff nodded poignantly. He understood Traed’s dilemma well. “I go now; stay with him. He will need you to open the Tunnel.”

“Are you so sure I can?”

Yaniff raised one eyebrow. “Yes.” He called forth the Tunnel.

The pulsating circle grew and grew until a maw large enough for him to enter opened in the room.

“My word!” Agatha stuttered.

Before he entered the Tunnel, Yaniff boldly eyed the elderly woman. Letting his gaze run the length of her, he winked saucily.

Then he was gone.

Agatha began fanning herself. Apparently Yaniffs brazen action was enough to snap her out of her stupor. “Did you see that? What impertinence!”

At least her aunt was speaking again. Lilac crawled back onto the bed feeling terribly downhearted. Sitting back on her haunches, her white lawn nightgown billowing around her, she suddenly looked very young.

“You are leaving us to go to your home in the pool, Rejar?” Her eyes filled with tears.

She still didn’t quite understand, but she was trying. He smiled gently, thinking that she looked adorable. Especially since her lower lip couldn’t decide whether to quiver or pout.

“Yes.” His fingers brushed that delectable lip. “You and Agatha are coming with me.”

Her mouth parted in surprise.

“Did you think I would leave you, souk-souk?”

“But—but I can’t swim!”

Rejar roared with laughter. “You do not have to swim. Lilac. You will love Aviara! There are pretty gardens for you to enjoy, the weather is not damp or chilly like here, and everywhere it is green with many, many flowers. The air is sweet and clean. Moreover, there will not be the confines placed upon you that you have had to endure here in Ree Gen Cee Ing Land.” His hand cradled her lovely face. “I think this Lilac will bloom there.”

“It sounds lovely.” She nuzzled against his caress.

“It is a beautiful place where you will never have to suffer something like this again.” His thumb traced the dark circle under her eye, evidence of her recent illness. “Ah, and I have a special little pet for you. Her name is Sookah. She is very sweet and affectionate—or she will be once she gets over her jealously of you.”

“What kind of pet is it?” she asked warily.

His eyes twinkled. “A souk-souk.”

Lilac hit him with a pillow.

Rejar gave her The Smile, looking much like a cat with tail feathers around his mouth.

“Agatha, when I mated with Lilac I promised you I would take care of you both. Will it upset you to leave this home?”

“I should say not! I detest the strictures that I have been forced to live under my entire life. Just think of it... I shall be able to explore the mysterious unknown! It is my life’s dream! I am quite excited by the prospect; why, I can hardly wait!”

Rejar’s blue/gold eyes flashed with humor and a good dose of Aviaran male arrogance. “That is fortunate since you are going.” He would never leave the old woman behind.

Agatha viewed him obliquely. “I shall have to work on you, young man. I can see by that rapscallion who was here before where it is you get your arrogance.”

“We shall not be returning,” he added gently, letting her know all that the voyage entailed.

Agatha placed her hands on her hips. “Good. I shall simply have to decide what to take with me.” No matter what the circumstances, she would be with Lilac.

“Nothing,” Rejar said softly. “We should take nothing.”

“I see.” That made Agatha pause for a moment. She rallied quickly. “I may take my mother’s locket, of course?” She fingered the one possession around her neck she truly could not bear to leave behind.

Rejar smiled. “Of course.”

“What shall happen to all of this?” She gestured with her hand, indicating the property and possessions.

There was a tap at the door.

Emmy stuck her head in, eyes going wide at the broken windows and fallen chandelier. “I was just wanting to check on her Highness’s health. Lady Agatha. I had to see for myself that the poor dear was all right. I hope I’m not intruding?”

Rejar eyes locked with Agatha’s.

They both grinned.

Emmy was soon to become the richest maid in all of England.

“Come, Lady Agatha, Emmy,” Traed took the two women’s arms, “Let us leave these two to... recuperate.” Traed walked them to the door.

{Thank you, brother. For everything. I know what this has cost you. Once again you have stood for the family of Krue.}

Traed hesitated at the door. He looked back at Rejar. “Am I not a part of this family?” his tone was very quiet.

{Yes.}

“And the elder brother as well?”

Rejar was slower responding this time. {Yes ...}

“And you must pay heed to an elder brother, must you not?”

Rejar sulked, dreading what was coming. His experience with Lorgin told him it could be anything. Anything at all.

“Good, then stay out of my head!” A huge smile broke across Traed’s face.

Rejar looked at him, shocked. Traed was grinning? Mayhap I am still delirious! The Familiar’s lips twitched.

Raising that one mocking eyebrow, Traed closed the door behind him.

* * *

Aviara

Lorgin stood in the Hall of Tunnels, waiting.

Abruptly a portal opened and Yaniff stepped through. Alone.

Lorgin looked behind the mystic to see if the others were following, but there was no one.

The Tunnel sealed.

“Where are Rejar and Traed?” He was not a little concerned. It was past time his brothers came home. Suleila was beside herself, having not seen Rejar for so long, and Krue was threatening to go after his errant son himself.

Rejar would not be a happy Familiar if that were to occur.

“They will be along shortly.”

“But who will open the Tunnel for them?”

“Traed will open the Tunnel.”

Lorgin wasn’t sure he had heard him correctly. “Traed? How can he ... ?”

“I will tell you everything in good time. Ah, yes! Rejar will have a surprise for everyone, I think.”

Lorgin did not like surprises. Especially from his Familiar brother. Experience had taught him that with Rejar it could be anything. Anything at all. “What kind of surprise?” he asked warily.

Yaniff’s eyes glittered. “You will see when they get here.”

“They?”

Yaniff chuckled. “And how are Adeeann and Melody?”

Lorgin instantly beamed like the proud father he was. “Fine. I vow she is the smartest babe! I think she will be a ruling council member.”

“You can tell this?” Yaniff chided. “Truly, Lorgin, it is you who is the great seer!”

Lorgin grinned sheepishly.

“Here—a gift for Adeeann. A momento from her home world.” Yaniff tossed him a curved object.

Catching it, Lorgin examined it curiously. “What is it?”

“It is called a pipe.”

“What do you do with it?”

“There are those who smoke it, but I have found it works best unlit.” The wizard’s cryptic laughter echoed off the walls as they made their way back to the home of Krue.

* * *

“I did not tell you the rest of the story, souk-souk...”

Rejar and Lilac lay curled together on their sides, closely embracing each other. They had been through a life-affirming ordeal of discovery and were not about to let go of each other any time soon.

“Tell me how it ends, Rejar.” Lilac rested her cheek against his chest.

“Well, the old wizard sends his brother to watch over him because he is concerned. You see, the Familiar would not leave this new world he had come to, even though he knew he did not belong there.”

“Why wouldn’t he leave?” She kissed the golden hollow at the base of his throat. Cinnamon and bayberry teased her.

“Because he had found something that was more important to him than life itself. It had come to him that the ‘whirlpool’ must have brought him here especially to be with his Prunella. So he could not return with his brother; for how could he go and leave his heart behind?”

“Rejar.” Lilac gazed up at him, eyes shining with all the love she felt for this exceptional man. Her own sweet Rejar.

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips. Staring deeply into her eyes, he placed her palm over his heart. {It beats for you.}

“I love you so, Rejar.”

A long, mellow purr of contentment followed the tender touch of his lips to hers.

* * *

The day Rejar agreed to join the Charl marked a day of awakening for him.

All that Yaniff prophesied would come to pass. The second son of Krue would go on to become a champion of extraordinary power and strength among his people.

In the passing of time, the name Rejar, or “the Gifted,” would become legend. Such a transcendent destiny, however, would demand its own price.

So begins the story of Rejar ta’al Krue.