Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Winner! - The Emperor's Heir




The Emperor’s Heir
Book One of;
The Emperor Series

By
SD Tracy Harper



Also by SD Tracy Harper

SHORT STORIES FROM THE HEART SERIES
Reality’s Exit


The Emperor’s Heir
By
SD Tracy Harper


  
Copyright © 2010, Steven D.T. Harper. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical except for the purpose of reviewing or promotion.  The Emperor’s Heir, Book One of The Emperor Series by: SD Tracy Harper is a work of fiction, any resemblance between the characters and actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover illustration by S.D. Tracy Harper
.



 Acknowledgement
      Frankie Baby!
For my reader group at General Services Administration who supported me in more ways than the obvious.
Dedication
This and all series under the Twin Hearts’ World are dedicated to Princess Kristina and Prince Steven the Second. The lights that shins brighter and gives clarity greater than any want, wish, or word.
                                                Love Dad, Emperor Steven the First.

Content


Prologue

1.          Earliest Memory                                          
2.          Day of Birth                                                 
3.          Response to the Call                                               
4.          The Unknown Call                                      
5.          A Plan, a Place, and a Pleasure                   
6.          No Ordinary Tree House                            
7.          A Taste of Blueberry                                               
8.          A Little Reminder                                        
9.          Wisdom to Fear                                             
10.        Given Honors Above All                             
11.        A Special Event                                            
12.        Our New Daughter                                     
13.        Your Eyes                                                     
14.        Sweet Cakes                                                  
15.        She Has Need of Me                                     
16.        The Perfect Opportunity                            
17.        A Friend True                                                           
18.        DEATH                                                          
19.        A Misunderstanding                                    
20.        Invitation to Tea                                          
21.        Better Surroundings                                   
22.        I am a Dead Man                                            
23.        Friend of My Friend                                     
24.        Little Monsters                                                       
25.        Deadly Errands
Glossary
Excerpt from Book 2:  The Emperor’s Heart



PROLOGUE


     

A child was made orphan because of one person’s wants, wishes, and words. This soulless monster had nearly caused the return of darkness long past and best forgotten. This blackness that once had ruled the land was conquered through the greatest of sacrifices forever remembered as the Cleansing. The final price paid to stop this vile pestilence’s return was just as great and because of the hearts of those who sat in rule for each kingdom were unfit that they gave aid than gave protection. Those who sat on thrones were selfish, spiteful, domineering, gluttonous, and corrupted beyond redemption, a choice for those who must take their place to honor, support, and obey the one this great sacrifice was its sole cause had to be made. This necessary action had to come to pass, or the sacrifice would be made in vain. Only one could be trusted for this task and they were chosen and thus it was called the Chosen. But, those willing to pay the cost showed much, the ring showed more, but the sunrise of the second cleansing showed all.

       Those who soul was not corrupted shed unashamed tears for the cost was that of the end of two mothers’ love, the removal of an fathers’ protection , and a loving family’s ties torn apart and never share what all families hold dear, (warmth, safety, and love of fellowship). Through the want of this single price, one would have reason to believe that the gods were cruel to allow this event to come to pass. Through the wishes of these gods to hold tight all of that was entrusted to this one line from the first up until this one small child, who each had given all of themselves for their pleasure was selfish. And above all, through the words of these gods had all from this single line had to prove their devotion were of a apprentice to their master and that through each generation of this one line hearts were each equal and pure. Oh, but with the price set and seasons can only change without stop or delay in the future from each dawn. The ultimate payment would soon be at hand. Oh, but these seven gods would not make the final payment they had demanded of this line easy or without great sadness. Oh, but it was too late for the ultimate gift, the last hope, and the final promise of redemption from the one promised now walked among their gift. And so it begins again, with the gift of one little boy.

     He paid close attention to his surroundings so that nothing would give him away. He kept to the shadows as his uncle had taught him during their hunts. He paid special attention to keeping his movement smooth as not to give away his location. He left his shoes, hose and a heavy doublet under the chair outside the room so he wouldn’t by chance wake his uncle gathering his things. Once he was dressed, it was of bell to make his way down the hall. He was no more than about ten steps away from their room when he suddenly felt his uncle presence nearby. But instead of stopping to be caught as was their routine, he ran as fast as he could down the hall, around a corner and into the main room. 

     He moved his tiny little legs as best he could without running into the wall before him and made a sharp turn straight for the front door.  Once he was outside, he ran down the stairs two at a time, but before he could turned the first corner that led around to the side of the cabin, he ran straight into one of the big men carrying a log across his shoulders.  He knew he was in trouble for true.  His uncle had warned him more than once about getting underfoot and now he had.  He expected the man to get angry, but he only laughed when he looked down at him.  The man he ran into turned towards the other big men and called them over.  That dawn he learned a new word and it would change his life forever.  KNIGHTS!


The Emperor’s Heir


CHAPTER 1

Earliest Memories


     

His earliest memories were that of snow and hard work.  All around him were the sounds of trees falling and its wood being cut into boards to replace rotten sections of floors, patch inner walls, and as for new strips to hold fresh thatch for the roof, or left whole for beams and outer walls.  Most of the structure was to be left undone until the spring thaw arrived. Throughout the winter, the trees surrounding their small cabin were cut down and the land was cleared of plants that cluttered the grounds. The cabin needed a large amount of work and he helped his uncle as best he could. 

     The first thing they did was to cover the hole in the roof with one of their waxed canvases they used as a tent when they had first arrived. Each sunrise they swept, washed, and piled up debris to burn. The fireplace had birds living in it and they made their feelings known that they didn’t appreciate losing their home. The noise they made had him gathering rocks to throw at them until his uncle gave him a more productive use for his rock gathering skills. 

     It was cold work mixing the mortar to repair the fireplace, but he quickly forgot about how he could no longer feel his fingers and toes when the blaze of warmth of their first fire filled the main room. Their first few meals were simple, warm, and filling, but not what they needed to last the cold winter in the mountains. His uncle woke him early one dawn and they got started preparing for his first Winter’s Hunt. He decided that to delay longer could see them caught when the harsh weather arrives and thought it would be for the best that they take their leave from their home the following sunrise.

v   

     They had packed their things for a half moon away from their cabin and set out a bell before dawn the following sunrise. The pride in his uncle’s voice as he spoke on how this hunt would be the beginning of his journey to become a man had him both excited and frightened. Just a few moons ago, his uncle gave him one task he had to be able to accomplish on his own before he would agree to let him go on a hunt. He had wondered why his uncle wanted him to learn how to make sleds, and now he knew the answer to that one question. Of course he had more questions than the stars in the sky at night high and grains of sand in all of the Snake Kingdome, but the answer to this one was most important.
     Sleds were important because they were used to carry their supplies and as their beds to keep them off the cold ground. He learned to appreciate sleds even more when they had reached the snow. After each long march deeper into the mountains, they would set up camp a bell before there was very little light left in the sky.  Their camp’s preparations that were his responsibilities needed no explanation.
     His tasks consisted of gathering wood for a fire, digging holes, and collecting snow in buckets to put in pots that hung over their campfire. This may not sound like much, but gathering clean snow, and placing it into pots was a lot of work. It always surprised him how a bucket of snow barely made enough water to fill half a cup. Let’s not talk about how much clean snow is needed for the two of them to drink, cook stew for their sun low meals, and for porridge to break their fast with the dawn. He had learned so much that he knew he was going to forget that his head began to ache, but it was not bad enough to forget to pay close attention to one particular task his uncle had set for him.
     His uncle always had him prepare the sleds under their tent before their hunts began. He had learned all too quickly that it was necessary to make sure the sleds were in place and secure to the ground before his naps and at bed bell, and also for his bells in learning letters and counting. He dove into the tent without doing his task properly one sunrise and never did so again. Snow had a way of finding the most sensitive places to hide when you are not careful and a sled need very little for it to move or tip over.  He cared little for his school lessons each dawn and sun high, and would try as best he could to avoid them. However, he had no other choice but to complete each task if he wanted to learn woodcraft and that was that.
     Once his school lessons were done, he received his woodcraft instructions. He was taught how to set snares to catch rabbits, how to properly cut a hole in a frozen lake to catch fish, and how to track animals of all sizes. He learned what plants were to be used for food, which ones were to be used to heal and especially to avoid those that can cause you great harm. Once they had all they could carry from their hunts, they would head back to their cabin. Sometimes their hunts took less than a half a moon, but it only bothered him when his uncle kept him longer in the mountains so they could play one particular game.
     The game was simple. He was to use all his tracking skills to find where he hid. It was only a game, and it was never hard for him to find his uncle. All he had to do was look on the ground for footprints or his surroundings for things that were out of place. He would spend most of the next two bells traveling through a dense forest or climbing up a hill on his hands and knees until he found him sitting by a fire with a mug and dagger waiting for him. It was tiring, and his uncle made it harder for him to find him at each attempt, but not something that was completely without joy. Now that the winter was coming towards an end, it was of season to get back to work on their cabin.
     He watched his uncle make their beds out of small tree trunks and small saplings. He did like gathering thatch, laying them out before the fireplace to dry, and then stuff them into large pouches they used as bedding. The new thatch smelled wonderful and it also kept him warmer than sleeping on the bare floor. It was also his job to throw out the old straw every moon and refill the pouches with new. He remembered getting excited when a wagon arrived at their cabin, but that soon turned to anger when he learns the woman who drove the wagon would stay with him so his uncle could go for more supplies. He wanted to go with his uncle told true, but it was only proper that someone stays with their visitor.
     She was nice enough, he guessed, but it wasn’t the same as having his uncle near. She was pretty though and would some sunrises let him sleep with his head in her lap. She always had a wonderful story to tell him at bed bell and would hold him close when there were flashes of light in the sky and the frightening sound that was heard afterwards. Well, she did. That was until she asked him, after a fierce storm had passed, if he thought it was alright if he would let her be frightened and not hold her in protection. He saw no problem with doing this if it would make her feel better.
      From then on, he only stood near, as if protecting her from the storm. Once the storm had passed and he was sure she no longer had fear, he would then go back to his studies. She was always grateful and to thank him for watching over her, she would make him some sweet cakes with the little seeds he liked. He still missed his uncle, but she was nice and pretty told true.
     When his uncle finally returned to their cabin, they now had real beds. He still preferred to stuff his pillow with straw. All his uncle did was laughed when he asked if it was alright to use his straw pillow in place of the one he had bought for him. For some reason he did feel better that the woman now had room to sleep in his uncle’s bed, but for some reason she wasn’t happy about it. She must have changed her mind after a good bed bell because the following sunrise she was all smiles.
     The pretty woman stayed with us for a few more sunrises after my uncle’s return, and even thanked him for offering to share his bed and not his uncles. He hoped she would not get angry again because his uncle’s bed was not to her liking. It wasn’t a truly sad sunrise the pretty woman took her leave, but close enough. She had to do something that was very important, but she said she would return to see him once again. His uncle was angry for a few sunrises after the pretty woman took her leave, but things soon went back to the way they were with just the two of them. That was until the big men came during a terrible snowstorm the following winter.
     He felt deep down that something really important was about to happen, and it both excited him and frightened him at the same time.
v   

     There were tents everywhere and fires burned both through the dawn and well pass night high. The big men took over the task he and his uncle had started with making their home bigger. More trees were cut down. More of the land around their cabin was cleared. And, more big men had arrived with more supplies and tools. In a matter of a few sunrises, the big men had turned their small cabin much larger then what he had ever expected. Somehow he knew it was all for him and the sight of it all had struck him fence post stupid as he watched as each board or whole tree trunk was set into place for the new additions to their small cabin.
     He marveled at how the big men placed log after log, one on top the other in quick succession to form the corners and the outer walls of the new rooms. The cabin started with one small room and an even smaller one that they used to store their supplies. Both were enlarged and several other rooms were now taking shape. The last piece of this puzzle was the roof of cut boards and the thatch to cover it. That confused him because the old roof was not made of boards, but thin strips of wood and thatch tied to them. He gave up on that thought as quickly as it came for a new one.
     Throughout the many sunrises of the building, laughter was heard and some strange thing the big men would say that had him mesmerized. It must have been something important because it was the only words spoken while they worked, he would hear them say.  He recited the strange words they said so much that he had found himself saying them unnoticed. Whatever it was must be something important because when his uncle caught him saying it he received a wide grin and a wink of his eye. Just to see his uncle happy was enough for him to remember those strange words so if he gets into trouble again, maybe it will stop his uncles blood from heating.
     He knew it would take more than mere words to do that, it was worth hoping. One thing it did do that was unexpected. After he would say those words, he would always hear some strange sound that would turn his attention from his uncle. When he turned back to him, he was gone. He knew what he had to do next. It was like the game he and his uncle would play at the end of their Winter’s Hunt, but indoors.  Also, his uncle wasn’t the hunted, he was.
     As soon as he was on the verge of running from the old part of the cabin to the new, he always felt a hand pull him back from the area the big men were working in.  This became a new game and both he and his uncle would laugh whenever he would attempt his exploration of the new rooms ending with his capture. He had an idea and woke especially early one sunrise to see if he could make it across the invisible barrier separating old from new.  He really wanted to see what was going on in the area the big men had task, and this was the only way he could think to do just that. 
     He crawled off of his bed and onto the floor. He then moved slowly on his belly until he was out of the new room he shared with his uncle. Once outside their bed chamber, he stood slowly as not to make a sound on the soft wooden floorboards, which always made too much noise for his liking, and moved away with as little sound as possible. He crept on tiny feet, hoping his uncle would not see or hear him like he had during his latest attempt and stop him once again from seeing where the big men had task. 
     He paid close attention to his surroundings so that nothing would give him away. He kept to the shadows as his uncle had taught him during their hunts. He paid special attention to keeping his movement smooth as not to give away his location. He left his boots, hose and a heavy doublet under the chair outside the room so he wouldn’t by chance wake his uncle gathering his things. Once he was dressed fully, it was of bell to make his way down the hall. He was no more than about ten steps away from their bedchamber when he suddenly felt his uncle presence nearby. But, instead of stopping to be caught as was their routine, he ran as fast as he could down the hall, around a corner and into the main room. 
     He moved his tiny little legs as best he could without running into the walls before him and made a sharp turn straight for the main door.  Once he was outside, he ran down the stairs two at a time, but before he could turned the first corner that led around to the side of the cabin where the big men had task that sunrise, he ran straight into one of the big men carrying a log across his shoulders.  He knew he was in trouble for true. 
     His uncle had warned him more than once about getting underfoot and now he had.  He expected the big man to get angry that he had bumped into him as he was carrying such a heavy burden, but all he did was laughed when he looked down at him.  The big man he had ran into turned towards the other big men nearby and called them to him.  That dawn he learned a new word and that single word would change his life forever.  KNIGHTS!
     “Knights!” the big man’s voice rumbled deeply. “It would seem we have one who wishes to be one of us.  What say you all? Does he have what it takes to be a knight or should we warm his bottom for getting under foot?”
     The big man tossed the log he was carrying to the side as if it was but a stick and grabbed him by his little shoulders.  He tried to shake loose so he could run back into the old part of the house to safety, but it was of no use.  As he turned his head towards the way he had come, he saw his uncle looking back at him. He knew by the look on his face that he was in for a bottom warming like no other and harsh words they would stop him from sleeping without a candle.
     “Knights,” called out his uncle with a snap of his voice. “A question has been asked and I shall allow either choice to be made.”
     (How could his uncle do this to him!), his thoughts screamed in panic.  (These big men were going to beat him badly for bothering them.)  He had no other option then to allow them their choice in this matter, he was clearly in error. His shoulders slumped as he bowed his head defeated. He heard a voice in his mind chastise him harshly for forgetting he was not weak! He agreed with the voice and turned back to the big men with dignity.
     He quickly raised his head, squared his shoulders and stood as tall as his little frame could. He looked the big men straight in their eyes and awaited his fate proudly. Right at that moment and before these knights, he had made his decision, he had chosen his road, he had set his course to sail, and no one was ever going to take his heart from him for the rest of his life. He was going to stand his ground from that sunrise forward at all cost and be the best knight in all the Five Kingdoms.
     He was never going to let anyone take away his pride for himself ever again as this big man almost had. The smiles on each of the big men faces abruptly disappeared as they looked upon him and stood tall and proud as well. There was a man bigger than the rest, not actually, but he was no one to act a fool around. He was standing with his uncle looking like a thundercloud come to visit and it wasn’t to have sweet cakes with the small seeds on them. He carried a strange looking ax in his hand and his voice was as rough as two coarse rocks rubbing together when he spoke.
     “A question has been asked, you bunch of lay abouts. Well, this isn’t a tea party ladies. What say you all?”
     From that sunrise on, Will found himself running from one place to another around where the big men had task. Pulling thatch from a large pile for the roof, fetching pail after pail of water from the stream, removing wood chips surrounding the cabin for the burn pile, and also bring food and drink to the big men and their mounts.  With so many men around, his hardest task was to turn the numerous spits that held all types of meat from deer, pigs, cows, chickens, rabbits and his favorite, fish.  Although he was not allowed to cut the meat, he did receive the best cuts and that gave him a sense of pride that he was doing well.  These were his duties and he did each to the best of his abilities without complaint. 
     Each dawn and sun high was a special time for him. The knights took turns teaching him how to fight with hands, feet and wooden swords. He enjoyed that part of, what they called, his watch. Although, his arms and legs hurt at bed bell after his watch, he felt that he was one of these knights or at the least, some sunrise would be one of them. He felt sadden the dawn these knights took their leave. He felt he would no longer be one of their numbers, but they gave him a sendoff that he would always remember.
     As the knights rode past him, as he stood on the new porch, he helped build, each of them place their sword in front of their face. He thought it was a strange thing to do until his uncle told him that they were saluting him for all his good work. Will pulled his dagger the big men gave him the sun low before, after his final watch was over, and saluted them in the same manner. The last in line was the man with the strange ax and the knight who caught him sneaking around. It was the man with the ax who spoke.
     “Will!” his voice called out with a snap, as if he was truly one of his numbers. “One sunrise I expect to call you knight.  You are without leave until then.  Your duties are to take care of your uncle, learn what he can teach you and work hard for one sunrise the knights will need you.  Be ready when they call for your aid.  Have I made my commands known boy?”
     He didn’t know why these big men call this one man this funny name, but he felt it was proper to do the same.  He stood tall, held his head high, and spoke strongly.
     “Aye, Commander Guardian!”
     The man smiled for the first time Will had ever seen him do so and he felt proud of that fact.  The Commander Guardian bowed to him from his saddle, then he and all the knights galloped away. He saw a blue flash of light when they were just out of sight, but it must have been something shiny like a sword or the Commander Guardian’s ax.


CHAPTER 2

Day of Birth


     

One sunrise his uncle brought to the table milk and sweet cakes with the little seeds on them that he liked. Fall was coming to an end and winter was fast approaching. The sun still shone bright, but the leaves were turning bright oranges and dark browns. The food they had gathered filled the storerooms to its fullest it had ever been in the three full seasons they had lived in the cabin. The last moon of the fall had them salting, smoking, and cooking meats of all kinds for their winter’s stores and to take with them for the Winter’s Hunt soon to follow once the snow arrived. Their cabin had changed drastically from the one large room and small store room.

     He marveled at how much larger their main room at their home was compared to what it once was. This wasn’t the only major change. They now had a dining room with several chairs and benches, a kitchen with a real iron stove, baking ovens, and even a spit for roasting meats. There was also a bathhouse connected to the rear of their cabin, and four bedrooms to go along with the two rooms for each of them. Although, this sunrise he was to move out of his uncle’s room to one of his very own, the one thing that totally had his attention at that very moment was the tray full of sweet cakes with the little seeds on them that he liked. That changed when he glanced out the window. The first snow of the winter season had just arrived.

     Well, to tell true, he really liked the sweet cakes with the little seeds more than the snow. However, what had him excited even more was the reason for the sweet cakes and milk. His uncle made this special treat to celebrate his day of birth. This sunrise was his twelfth day of birth.  This should’ve been a special and happy occasion for the both of them, but it was not to be. They had received word that the boys who were to come to share in this Winter’s Hunt would not be able to join them for various reasons.

     One boy had broken his arm, another boy had an accident and fell into some poison oak, one boy was too sick to travel and had been that way from birth, and one did not receive his invite correctly. The last of the five boys who was invited mother had outright forbid her son to attend. It was a quiet and a sad celebration until they heard several wagons and happy voices coming up the road leading to their lodge. 

     He grinned broadly for someone did make the journey, and it being his day of birth and all, made this unexpected surprise all the more perfect.  His uncle had warned him when he first had the idea to request the boys come to their home for this Winter’s Hunt that these boys grew up in castles where they were accustomed to nicer things.  Not better his uncle insured him, but nicer.  They had people who taught them many things and his uncle also made it clear to him that he was just as smart as each of them and could show these particular boys a thing or two. 
     Will wasn’t going to take that chance and decided to make sure he could do one thing better than all of them. He practiced the bow at every opportunity from the moment his uncle told him of the invitations he had sent out. He practiced before dawn, after his chores, before and after each meal, after his sun high nap and before bed bell. All summer and fall, long after his uncle told him about this Winter’s Hunt Will practiced. With all this practicing the bow, it would have led you to believe he clearly had one thing over the other boys. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t turn out that way. 
     Most of Will’s attempts to use the bow, he would be lucky if the staff did not hit him in the face or choked himself. His left hand he held his bow with would slip often, and if he didn’t pay close attention when he attached a new line on each end he would find his head caught in between the staff and new line. He was grateful when his uncle decided to give aid before he did some permanent damage other than a few scrapes, cuts, bumps, bruises, and a blackened eye. Things went along allot better after his uncle gave him a few lessons, much better. 
     After half a moon under his uncle’s guidance, Will could now hit the target’s center at fifty paces more often than not. He was much better with the bow now, but felt that he did all that hard work for nothing once the messages started arriving saying that the boys were not coming. That sadness had all changed now with the sound of people coming up the road to their home. He could not wait to show his winter guest how good he truly was. Will looked expectant at his uncle for permission to leave the table. With his eyes wide and his attention no longer on his special treat before him, he looked to go craze at any moment.
     His uncle chuckled, looking at the expression on his face, “Go on boy. They’re probably just as excited to be here as you are that they have come.”
     Will took off running to the front porch and stood tall and silent.  It was all he could do to stop himself from jumping up and down eagerly that he was actually going to have boys around his own term to play with for the entire winter.  When the first sign of the visitor’s wagon came within sight, he looked on in awe.  But, that was for only a moment.  There were more wagons after the first that crested the hill and there were others as well. 
     It became the longest procession of wagons and men on horses, he had ever seen before. It was as if the fair was coming to his house. The people in the wagons and those walking the horses up the gravel path wore brightly colored clothes and furs he knew were the best. His uncle had taught him quality from all the pelts they trapped from as far back as he could remember. It was yet another thing he prides himself on knowing whether it came from his want to learn or his uncle’s assistance.
     They would fish and hunt for sunrises on end for short stretches.  Sometimes he didn’t like it when they went during the hot summer season, but his uncle insisted he knew how to live off the land in all seasons if need be.  Will now knew how to lay snares all each types of animals, and not just the kind they track during the Winter’s Hunt.  His weapon for most of these hunts was the sling because he didn’t have the eye with the bow then.  Now he knew he could be of real aid to his uncle this Winter’s Hunt.  He always wanted to try his best for his uncle and now he was going to have his chance. 
     This Winter’s Hunt would be his first he would use the bow and he was ready to show that he could do his part. Will didn’t consider fishing as praiseworthy, although he always caught more fish than his uncle. He liked fishing and eating it freshly cooked over a fire. The knights who had helped enlarge their home had taught him what spices to use on the fish that taste best. The smells from the fish after the spices were applied made his mouth water and made their meal an extra special treat. Most importantly, fishing was the one task that would allow him a few bells to relax and dream.
     He always dreamed of some sunrise riding high upon a noble steed before all the kings and queens of the Five Kingdoms and having them announce that he was the best knight in all the land. He prayed at every bed bell that when that happy sunrise happened, he hoped he would hear one voice sing his name out in praise above all, (That is my nephew Will, the best knight in all the land!) He would then do the knight’s bow to his uncle on horse and salute him proper. He would work as hard as he could to make that sunrise possible for his uncle. But, for now, all that had his attention was the long line of wagons, men on horses, and people on foot and riding that were coming up the trail to their house. Will woke from his daydream of being the best knight in all the land by a stern little girl’s voice.
     Standing before him was a tall skinny girl in pigtails with tiny gold ribbons tied to the ends and wearing a scowl.  The girl was almost a head taller and was looking down her nose at him as if she was a grown woman and he a child.  She was saying something to him harshly, it was more like screaming something at him harshly, and she wanted an answer smartly.
     “Boy!”  She exhaled a deep breath.  “Are you cousin to a goat?  You are supposed to bow to me.  You are probably too slow of thought to know how.”
     “I know how, but I will not!” Will yells just as harshly. “Why would I waste my bells on a dumb girl?”
v   
     The explosion was spectacular. Mouths fell open and eyes widened from all around. Some moved closer to hear what was going on, but several times that number moved away with frightened expressions on their faces. When the young girl spoke, even those who curiosity had a tight hold on them now moved away in fear.
     “I am not a dumb girl!” she screeched. “I am a princess, and you are a goat brain fool. You have insulted my royal person!”
     Before Will knew what was happening, a large man rushed up to where he was standing with the yelling princess.
     “You will obey boy!” the man growled hotly.  “The princess has ordered you to bow to her.  You will do as she commands or die!”
     Will smiled up at the man as his uncle has taught him what he must do when threatened.  His eyes widen when he felt a familiar presence behind the man.  He was not surprised to see his uncle place his dagger to the man’s throat.
     “I wonder why that fool of a king would let a dog like you out of its cage,” said his uncle in a tight hush of anger.  “I think I may have to pay him a visit after I have you fixed.”
     The man slowly removed his hand from his sword.
     “I thought you would see things my way,” his uncle continued, but did not lower his dagger from the man’s throat.
     Will chuckled when his uncle winked at him.  His uncle chuckled himself when he saw Will slide his dagger back into its sheath at his side.  The man didn’t see a thing, but the little princess had.  She nodded her head at him as if given her approval, and now wore a small smirk on her face.
     “Boy,” called the princess abruptly, as she started walking away. “you can play with me now.” She stopped when she noticed he was not following behind her. “Obey me boy, and come play with me.”
     “My name is Will, not boy,” he growled. “You should also know that I only play with friends and not dumb girls!”
     The screaming began anew and no one was immune to its piercing sound. It quickly came to an end when Will sternly pointed to the road where the wagons had arrived and simply said, “Go!”
     The little princess turned away from him, as if he no longer existed, and walked up to his uncle. She looked to one of the young ladies with her and held out her hand. The girl quickly placed a scroll in her outstretched hand and the princess handed it over to Will’s uncle with a sweet innocent expression on her face. She spoke softly and profoundly respectful as she curtsied, “Uncle.”
     Will’s uncle was angry about this turn of events, but knew it wasn’t the child’s fault. He cracked the seal of the King of the Eagle Kingdom and unrolled the scroll slowly. The more he read, the angrier he became.

     It read;
     Huntsman, I thought it would be for the best if my daughter participates in your Winter’s Hunt.  I believe it would do us all well if she got to know others of her kind.  Royals, nobles, and Most Royals all should fellowship together to get to know one another before the sunrise they have the responsibility of rule.  Besides, with her mother in the gods care, I wish her to be a child as long as possible instead of her believing she must take her mother’s place and be responsible for her younger sisters. 
     Please accept her in this fellowship and let her have some memories of a happy childhood before she is forced into being Empress Royal. Huntsmen, please forgive me if I have overstepped my rights as king, but please believe that I do this in the best interests as a father. As one of the royal families of the Five Kingdoms, we were all told by our Master you will have final say in our children's lives. When word of your outing was brought to my attention, Victoria was in the throne room. Needless to say, she made her mind known clearly. I have tried to explain to her this was not meant for the princesses, but for the princes alone. One thing led to something else and she wishes to ask you in person. I leave this decision in your capable hands.
King Drake of the Eagle Kingdom.

     “Light skirt,” he growled, under his breath.  He straightened his expression quickly as he noticed his little niece’s distressed face.  “Victoria, I am sorry, but this fellowship was for boys only.”
     “But, the boys are not coming.  I have come to stay with you because they cannot.  I hope I have not disappointed you by not being a boy.  I thought it would be good to be with you and make you happy.  I am sorry I have made you angry,” she spoke softly with tears in her eyes.  “I will go home at once uncle.”
     The Huntsman opened his arms to the little princes and she came to him as bid.  He picked her up and wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks.
     “Victoria, you do know tears are not going to sway me like your father.  That was the worst lie you have told yet.  You knew this was for boys only and you forced your father in sending you here anyway.  I should put you over my knee and spank you.”
     Will smiled happily at his uncle words, but was surprised that the girl laughed.
     “Uncle, it worked with father and I am here. You still love me, do you not?”
     “Of course I do, but you should never lie to me.  It will only get you into trouble.  What if some of the boys come later?  Are you going to behave yourself little girl?”
     “I will try my best, but the other boys are no fun. They cannot climb trees, fish, run fast or even use a bow.  No one can best me at home and I was hoping that the princes would be better.  Uncle, can that boy do anything, but act the fool?”
     “That boy is my nephew and his name is Will. This is his home and he answers to no one but me, so stop treating him as a servant. It is he who must decide if he wants to play with you and when. This is his home, not yours. If you are going to stay, you best understand that.”
     “I do uncle.  Can I stay?”
     “One more thing before you receive an answer.  All these people must go.”
     “Sir,” the knight who almost got his throat cut chimed in.  “The Princess must be protected always.  Surely you do not mean to strip her of her protection.”
     “You, protection,” he laughed. “Have you ever tested to be called Guardian?”
     “Not yet Sir, but I am sure I will measure up.”
     “You best go home and practice your woodcraft for you are without sight.”
     “Sir, I do not follow,” he said confused.
     “Will, how many men do you see?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “Over there,” he pointed to a clump of trees to his left.
“I say six, no seven, Uncle.  One of them is hiding in the tree.  I almost missed him.”
     “Good, but you missed the one behind him. You are getting better, but you should wait to see if there is one behind the other. The second man always wants to see what the first man sees with his own eyes. That usually gets the both of them into trouble. Remember you must always trust the man before you or you will be the cause of getting the both of you removed.”
     The knight looked at the two of them as if they went addle until the Huntsman lowered the princess and made a bird call.  All around them the forest came alive with Guardian Knights dressed in forest colors.
     “Knight, I think the princess is in good hands and if you did not figure it out by now, if I would have allowed you to pull your sword on my nephew you would have looked the porcupine with as many arrows that were pointed at you.” 
     He whistled two short bursts and pointed to the roof. Over a score of men rose from the thatch roof with bows pointed at him. The thatch was attached to their backs and they also wore colors to match their surroundings.
     “No one will get within a league in all directions of my lodge without me knowing about it.  You can have your people set up camp for this sun low and be prepared to leave at dawn.”
     Will thought this was the perfect opportunity to add the princess to the list of people going.
     “Uncle the girl can have my bed for this sun low, so she will not have to sleep on the ground.  I am sure it would be good for her before she takes her leave at dawn with the others.”
     “Who told you I was going?” the princess screeched.
     “You are going.”
     “No I am not!”
     “Yes you are!”
     They went at one another again.  The Huntsman was about to throw himself on his own sword until one of Victoria’s ladies interrupted them.
     “Princess,” call an older servant. “it is almost of bell for your sun high meal. Young man, if you would please show the princess where she may wash before the two of you have your meal, I would be thankful.”
     “She can jump in the lake and drown for all I care,” Will growled.
     “Maybe you should join me,” Victoria returned the comment with fire of her own.  “Then it would be you who drowned unless I save you.  You probably cannot swim.”
     “I can too, and better than a girl.”
     “No you cannot. I am probably better with the bow than you too. That is the reason you want me to go. You cannot best me at anything.”
     “Not true!” spat Will.
     “Then let us have a contest. If you best me in the bow than I will leave. If I best you, I stay. Agree?”
     “Agreed!”
     “I do Not until the both of you have your sun high meal and take your nap,” the Huntsman chuckled.  “I will not have you shoot some poor unsuspecting bird because of a yawn.  Will, show the princess and these ladies where they can go out back to wash.”
     Will was not happy, but he did as he was told.
     “Come on Vicky, I will show you where you can drown yourself.”
     “Young man,” the much older servant was about to chastise him before Victoria stopped her.
     “Vicky, I like that boy.  You shall call me Vicky from now on.”
     “My name is Will, not boy, and you shall not call me at all.”
     “Find by me, Not At All. You can now show me where I can wash.  After my nap, I shall teach you a lesson you will not soon forget!”
     As both children stormed off, everyone laughed.  This included the Guardians from all around.  Only one person was not happy, but the Huntsman was glad that no bloodshed was forthcoming from both of these strong willed children.  At the least, not until they had their naps.
And they were men.
- End of Sample Chapter -


The Emperor’s Heir is YOUR choice as the next Book to be published by SD Tracy Harper?
Leave a comment or use the form below to send an Email to let your thoughts on this Epic Adventure.
Don't miss out on the latest news by Subscribing, Following, and Joining me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and this Site directly or get Email Notifications!
It's easier now more than ever to be heard by SD Tracy Harper.

SD Tracy Harper Contact Form

Your Name :
Your Email: (required)
Your Message: (required)

0 comments:

Post a Comment