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Inside the castle, Emmaris hurried down the halls to the main audience chamber. He paused at the door and waited for the servant to announce him, then was ushered in and greeted with his first few of his King in months.
Issavan looked thinner. He hadn’t thought it was possible, but the King had lost weight. It seemed not even he was immune to the famine. The Emperor’s face was lined and there were deep black circles under his eyes. His hair was tousled and he slumped in the throne, rubbing at his temples. When Emmaris had traversed the long carpet and knelt by the steps, Issavan straightened his bulk in the chair and demanded, “What took you so long, Emmaris?”
When Emmaris first entered, he had felt worry for his King, worry that seemed entirely natural. Back here, in clean court clothes, in this throne room, he had reverted back to his old self. His travels of the past weeks seemed distant, and now what mattered was serving his King. However, upon encountering that contemptuous tone, there was a brief flash of anger, somewhere distant, in the part of him that had learned to rebel. He forced it down and kept his tone even. Soon the mask felt as though it fit again. “Forgive, your Highness. I thought it most wise to wash away the dirt of the road before presenting myself to you. I had no wish to offend, only to honor you.”
Issavan nodded to himself. “I suppose, but you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“I pray you can forgive me, your Majesty,” he murmured.
“Perhaps.” Issavan steepled his thick fingers, and Emmaris could see them twitch toward his face, almost as if he expected there to be a glass of wine between them. He looked odd without his usual golden cup that he kept handy to throw during upsetting meetings. “I was surprised to hear of your return,” he began softly. “It was supposed to end on the island.”

13-Jul-2008 03:40:37

Crystal Smee

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Emmaris kept his head bowed, trying to read the King’s mood from his tone. He sounded dangerous, and seemed to be in a foul temper. In his most humble tone, he answered, “Permission to tell all that has passed, your Majesty?”
Issavan grunted and twirled his hand in a gesture for Emmaris to continue.
“All went as planned, your Majesty. After we passed Karamja, well, first, we encountered some pirates. I made a deal with them and used the battle to eliminate a few of the warriors. Then, Amodiel called the storm. There was a brief struggle, when some of the warriors put a few of the pieces together –“
“I know that,” Issavan whined. “Amodiel told me.”
“He made it back? Good,” Emmaris mused. “Is he still here?”
Issavan’s face darkened; Emmaris could see from his slanted upwards view. There was a cramp beginning in his knees from kneeling in this position. Days on the road had made him stiff and sore. “He was taken by the plague,” the Emperor admitted after a brief pause. He sounded gloomy and sad. Amodiel had been one of his most loyal servants.
“I am sorry to hear that. Where would you have me begin, your Highness?”
“When the boat crashed.”
“Of course. I was pulled from the wreckage by the remaining survivors—“
“Which ones survived the crash?”
Emmaris hesitated. “There were a few. Ah, Maston, I think one of them was called. The singer – Bond…A girl named Krystal…the giant one – Adrian, I think. A redhead whose name I never quite found out. She was the first to go. We were set upon by a few of the savages on the beach.”
“What about the Duke?”
“Lost in the crash, your Majesty.”

13-Jul-2008 03:41:03

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Issavan pounded his fist into the throne and cursed loudly. He had to have known that Regis was gone, but hearing it truly confirmed it. The man had been a good ruler, Emmaris had to agree. It was a great loss to the Empire. “The survivors looked to me to know what to do. I admitted I’d been here before, and that I knew there was an outpost at the other side that might have a boat. We began to cross the island. I assumed they, and likely I as well, would be killed by the savages long before. We fought them many times…” The lies snagged in his throat, and he paused, looking up at his King. Issavan was hanging his head, massaging his temples, swearing viciously under his breath. Could he possibly be having regrets about any of this?
Emmaris found it hard to go on. Suddenly it wasn’t so easy to lie to his King. Seeing him like this, for once truly conflicted over a problem, the image tangled with everything else: being here, back, seeing Issavan again, and all those loyalties came flooding back. He couldn’t lie to the Emperor. It wasn’t right. Issavan had done horrible things, but even he could feel remorse. Emmaris had been trained to be loyal and serve the Empire. Was he truly serving the Empire by helping plot the murder of the Emperor? Loyalty to the Empire had always meant to the Emperor as well; they were one and the same.
“How did you get off the island?” asked Issavan, in that same soft and dangerous tone.
“We made it to the other side…we found a boat at the outpost…”
“How many of you came back?”
His voice deserted him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lie. All of his old instincts screamed for him to warn the Emperor of this threat, while everything he had learned and become since he crashed on the island screamed to lie, to tell Issavan what they had planned, and help end this mess. It was the only way to end the plague, he knew, but it still felt horribly wrong.

13-Jul-2008 03:41:18

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“How many came back, Emmaris?” hissed Issavan, angered by the scholar’s silence.
“Ah…only one. Myself, and the singer. Bond.”
“Liar!” Issavan stood now, towering over Emmaris’ cowering form. “How many did you bring back, Emmaris?”
“Just the one. We were the only ones who survived!”
“You were supposed to kill them all!”
“I saw no harm in letting only one live!”
“Do not lie to me, Emmaris. Bond Cornerstone is not the only one you brought back here. How many survived?”
“I swear, your Majesty, just the one!” Emmaris’ voice had taken on a hysterical tone. How could this have gone wrong? How could Issavan see through his lies so easily?
Issavan raised his voice. “Servant!” The servant stepped quickly inside the doors, bowing to the King. “Send for the guard. Tell them there are traitors in the castle. I want this scholar arrested for treason!” The servant bowed his way from the room and the Emperor turned his burning gaze on the prostrate scholar. “You dared lie to me, Emmaris? I would not have expected it. But I suppose people can change. You have failed me, and you have committed treason. Now you will see what becomes of traitors to the Empire.”

13-Jul-2008 03:41:29

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