The Awakened: Book One (15 page)

Kael showed no expression toward Lemus’ story and it angered the tall man.

“It is a practice I intend to continue and I am pleased that you have chosen to participate.”  A large smile spread across his face.  He was trying to scare Kael, but it wasn’t working.  Lemus rose to his feet, wincing slightly in the process and turned around.  Kael noticed his limp just as his features began to blur into a vaguely man-shaped blotch in his vision.  The loud metal clang of the door signaled the end of the one-sided conversation.

The next few days were much the same as the first—at least it seemed like days, though it was impossible to tell without seeing the sunlight.  Everything looked just the same to him.  The same stone walls, the same flickering torchlight from down the hallway.  Hunger gnawed at him like an insect buzzing in his ear.  He was uncomfortable no matter what he did.  Sitting, standing, pacing the floor; nothing seemed to help.

Mother’s probably worried.  I wonder if she even knows I’m here.  Poor Ajani.  He wasn’t moving and I can’t remember anything after Lemus hit me.
  Kael still remembered the first time he saw a dead rat.  It was just lying there on its side, its mouth open, like it died in pain.  He remembered the nightmares he used to have and how he would cry when he thought about how it used to be a live animal, and now it was just a lump of dead flesh. 
I hope Ajani’s not dead!  And Father too.  I hope he’s alive, out there somewhere on a secret mission that he has to do by himself. 
It was lonely in the cell.
  I wish Saba was here with me.  He always makes things fun and interesting.

The creaking sound of a metal door interrupted his thoughts.

It must be morning.
  There was always more movement and sounds right after Kael woke up, only this time, he hadn’t slept.

He heard footsteps coming down the hallway and the sound made his heart quicken.  He wasn’t sure why he was scared, maybe they were finally bringing some food.  Lemus was probably just trying to scare him for a few days, letting him think about what he had done.

The footsteps were getting louder and Kael instinctively backed away from the bars.  A large man appeared in front of his cell.  He was a jailer and it looked to Kael as if this man hadn’t seen the light of day in several years.  He was fat, with pale skin and uneven stubble that made him look like he was dead.  Kael had never seen a dead person before, but he imagined that they would look like this.  The man pulled a ring of keys from his belt and began to unlock the cell door.  Kael watched for several seconds before he noticed the piece of black fabric hanging from the jailer’s belt. 
A hood!

All at once, Lemus’ story came back to him.  He was coming to take Kael to the torture chamber.  Kael backed away, but there was nowhere to go.

The jailer hooked the key ring back on his belt and pushed open the door, stepping into the cell.  With one hand held out to the side of his overweight body to prevent the prisoner from escaping, he pulled out the black hood.

Kael saw an opening and ran toward the man, ducking under his legs.

The jailer was quicker than he looked.  He pulled his legs together just in time to catch Kael by the waist.  Kael tried to kick and wiggle his way out from the man’s legs, but the jailer dropped to the ground, pinning him in place.  It felt like a horse had fallen on top of him.  There was nothing he could do but wait and try to keep breathing.  The man slipped the hood over Kael’s head, then pulled his arms behind him and tied them with rope.

Then the man stood up and lifted Kael to his feet, shoving him down the hallway.  Kael stumbled along, not knowing which direction to go.  The sour smell of the hood made his head spin and combined with the inability to see, Kael lost all sense of direction.  The jailer’s heavy hand grabbed hold of his shoulder and pushed him along.

They walked in this manner for a short while before the jailer pulled Kael to a stop.  The jingling of keys could be heard as the man searched for the one to open the door that must be in front of them.

Kael could barely make out the orange glow of torches through the thick hood.  He waited until the man let go of his shoulder, then jumped away and ran down what he thought was the hallway.  He followed the line of the torches, keeping in between where he thought they were.  The laugh of the jailer was loud and unexpected.  Suddenly he hit a wall with full speed where one should not have been and slumped to the floor.  His head was ringing and he fought to stay conscious as the smell of the hood over his head made him want to vomit.

The jailer caught up with Kael and pulled him to his feet again.

It’s useless.  There’s no way to escape.

The jailer shoved him through the door that was now unlocked and immediately Kael felt a difference in the air.  They were outside.  The crunch of gravel under his feet was the only sound as the jailer pushed Kael’s shoulder, keeping him moving forward.  After a short distance, they stopped again.

“Put him in the back,” someone said.

Then, Kael was lifted off the ground and into the back of a covered wagon.  A harsh clank sounded as the iron gate was shut and locked. 
Is this the executioner?  Is he taking me away?

Outside the wagon, someone mumbled something.

“He’ll have a witness,” the jailer replied.  His voice was hushed, but Kael could still make out his words.

“I don’t like this,” the other man said.

“Just stick to the plan and keep your mouth shut.”

The carriage began to move.  Kael waited nervously, completely confused.  He expected to be taken to the executioner’s chamber to have his head cut off, but something else was happening. 

After a few minutes, the wagon stopped again and Kael was taken out and walked across a wooden dock.  He could hear the lapping of the water underneath him and the creak of the timbers that supported their weight.  They changed direction a few times, then walked across a plank and onto the deck of a ship.  His footsteps sounded more hollow than before, and the ship moved with the gentle motion of the water.

Kael was taken below deck and stopped in front of an open door.  Suddenly, the hood was pulled from his head and he was shoved from behind.  With his hands still tied behind him, he fell to the floor in the middle of a small room.  The door slammed behind him.  Kael lifted his head and saw that his room was completely bare.  No furniture and no windows except for a small peep hole in the middle of the door.  It was another jail cell.

The ship began to move and Kael crawled to the corner of the room, leaning against the wall for support.

Where are they taking me?

* * * *

The sound of retching echoed down the hallway and Zula quickened her pace toward the noise.  Patches of sunlight dappled the steps leading up to the master’s chambers and Zula rushed past, wondering what horrible thing was happening now.  At the top of the stairs, she pushed open the bedroom doors and turned toward the bathing room, relieved that Lemus had left the house early in the morning.  There, hunched over in the corner, was Maeryn, unaware that anyone else was in the room.

It took Zula only a second to realize what was happening.  “Whose child is it in your womb?”

Maeryn lifted her head, startled, but didn’t turn to face the slave woman.  “What are you talking about?” she mumbled, still facing the wall.

“Don’t bother trying to hide it from me,” countered Zula.  “It is going to be obvious in a few months anyway.”

Maeryn turned around.  Her eyes were red with tears and her skin was a few shades paler than usual.  “It’s Adair’s.”

“Are you sure?” the slave woman asked, not wholly believing her answer.

“Yes I’m sure.”  Maeryn stared at the ground and began to cry again.

Zula resisted the urge to hug the other woman.  Maeryn would need to toughen up quickly if she hoped to survive now, although, it was becoming obvious that she didn’t care either way.

“You’re worried about the safety of this child because of what happened to Kael.”

Maeryn replied only with a nod.

“How will my new master know that it is not his child?”

Zula’s question hung in the air as Maeryn considered the words.  After a long silence, she lifted her head.  “You’re right.  He would have no idea that it’s not his child.”  The tears had stopped, replaced by a gleam of hope in her eyes.

Zula pushed on, hoping to further encourage the lady.  “It would be the safest way to bring this child into the world.  Men like him think nothing of hurting other people, but are protective of their own children.”

Maeryn’s face turned from one of anguish to one of restrained happiness in a matter of seconds.  “Thank you.”

“M’lady, might I make a suggestion?” the dark-skinned woman asked, fully intending to give her opinion anyway.  When Maeryn didn’t object, she continued.  “Your life may have changed for the worse, but you have many opportunities around you.  You must choose to see them.”

Maeryn nodded her head, considering the words.

Even Zula had to admit the oddity of giving advice to her master, but something told her that this woman was different.  This woman would listen and not be offended.

“Zula, would you please fetch me some water to clean this up?”

“I’ll clean it, Miss.”

“No.  I couldn’t let you do that,” Maeryn objected, repulsed by the thought.

“I don’t mind.  You need to get some rest.”  Zula turned around and walked away, not leaving any more room for discussion.

Chapter 10

The passage aboard the prison ship had taken days. 
How many?  It must be five or six.
  Kael was never allowed out of his cell, so he couldn’t be sure.  But now it was evening.  The stars were out as they led him from the docks into a stone fortress in the side of a mountain.  There was no hood over his head this time as the Orud soldiers prodded him down a hallway.  On both sides were cells.  Some were empty, but most contained at least one person, huddled in the corner.  They quickly left the cells behind and continued down a corridor that seemed to stretch on forever.  Kael shuddered at the thought of going so deep into the mountain.

Finally, at the end of the hall were two torches flanking an iron gate.  One guard lowered his spear toward Kael’s chest, while the other pulled out a knife and grabbed hold of his tunic.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up,” the guard said.

He began to cut Kael’s tunic from his body, while Kael held as still as he could, helpless with his hands tied behind his back.  When the tunic was gone, the guard grabbed Kael’s loincloth and cut one side, nicking the skin.

Kael flinched, then felt a trickle of blood move down his thigh.

“Hold still,” the guard snapped.

Tears of shame began to roll down his face and he shut his eyes to make them stop.  He was completely naked now.

“Go,” the soldier ordered.

Kael slowly walked through the unlocked gate, fearing what he would find inside.  As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the harsh sound of the slamming gate rang out among the stone walls and floor, making him jump.  In the darkness he could see movement.  There were other people in the cell, lots of them.  And the cell was big.  But it was too dark to see clearly.

Moving to his right, Kael felt for the wall, then slid down and huddled on the floor.  He pulled his knees up to his chin and waited.  For what, he didn’t know.  He wasn’t about to sleep, so he just stared into the darkness and waited.

Hours later, a guard lit torches along a hallway outside the chamber opposite from Kael.  With the illumination, Kael could begin to make out the features of his surroundings.  It was a circular chamber, a hundred feet across.  The only way in or out was the gate that Kael came through, behind and to his left.  On the opposite wall were three barred windows showing a view of the hallway outside their cell.  It was like a pen used to corral animals.  Only there were no animals.  There were children, dozens of them, all boys like himself.  None of them had clothing.