Justine
fell silently into contemplation. Alex stared into the dark night sky – it was
cloudless and the stars shone bright, clearly visible, but in spite of this,
the night was dark and deep, for there was no moon to brighten it with its
light.
The
road they were following lead them to a gate on the other side of the city
walls, where from beyond the pale stones one could see the black treetops
rising against the night sky. The gate was nowhere as fortified as the one that
barred entrance to the city – it seemed more of a formality than something
meant to provide defense against an enemy; or perhaps a decoration, for its
shape reflected great craftsmanship, its silver bars gnarled like branches of
an aged tree, metal vines curling around every one of them, dynamic and yet so
motionless, so dead, in their cold beauty. In the spaces between the bars, one
could see the forest that lay on the other side. A sign hung on the stones
above the peculiar gate, dark letters engraved on it forming the words DARK FOREST. Two guards in armour similar to the main gate’s guard’s bowed
their heads as the two girls rode past. The gate was big enough for three to
four shire horses to pass riding alongside each other, so Justine’s wyvern had
no trouble getting through, either.
Apart
from the two guards and themselves, there was no other living soul anywhere
nearby and the dark treetops rustled menacingly. The forest in front of them
was so dark that a few yards away from the torch-lit gates of the city it was
nearly impossible to see anything.
“Not
that I have something against the idea, but are you sure about this?...”
Justine asked without confidence.
“Of
course I am,” Alex replied without hesitation. “I thought you trusted me? I
know these woods as well as anyone, you should know that. As long as you are
with me, there’s nothing to worry about.”
That’s
what I’m worried about, Justine thought, what I will do if I lose sight of you
in this darkness.
The
gate closed behind them with a crank. As they entered the forest, the darkness
swallowed them whole like a wave in an ocean of shadows. There were no lanterns
along the forest path, only a distant flicker of the city lights behind them.
Alex
rode on without any pause and Justine wondered how she could discern anything
in this darkness. She was almost expecting her friend to reach for her silvery
wand, but instead, Alex simply snapped her fingers – immediately after she had
done it, a bright, pale-blue flame burst into existence above her fingertips.
It looked like fire at first sight, but its flames burned slower than a normal
fire and had the consistency and smoothness similar to that of smoke. And in
addition to that, it shone brightly and flickered like no other fire on earth.
Alex remained silent as the flame swelled and grew larger, forming a great
shining sphere, as if the flame of a torch separated from its handle, and a lot
bigger in size. With a gesture of her hand, she directed it to the side of her
horse so that it would illuminate the path before them.
“There’s
no need for bragging, you know,” Justine grimaced.
“If
I wanted to brag, I would’ve done something more spectacular.”
“Like
what, for example?”
“I
don’t know…” Alex thought for a moment. “For example, I would’ve lit the whole
forest up like a candle if I wanted to.”
Justine
laughed out loud.
“I’m
sure you wouldn’t be able to do that!”
Alex
was not amused.
“Oh,
and I’m sure you would?”
“Yes.”
She
knew she shouldn’t do that, but she was also tempted.
“Show
me, then. I want to see such a thing.”
Justine
seemed taken aback a little. She must have realized she had uttered a few more
words than she should have. Was she actually able to fulfil her side of the
wager and light up the whole forest? She had never before tried anything of the
kind, but it was too late for her to give up now and admit her bluff. Her
pride, the pride of the whole Order, would not let her. She focused her
thoughts as much as she could. If this was possible, it would take a lot of her
power to accomplish, for sure.
Alex
observed her golden-haired friend with visible curiosity. They halted,
forgetting for a moment that they were to hurry. After a minute or two of
silence, Justine flung her arms into the air, a wand of white gold in one of
her hands, closed her eyes shut and recited loudly:
“Swirl,
my stars, swirl at my plea; light up the darkness surrounding me!”
Nothing
was happening. Justine thought that it must have sounded a little silly even.
And then – with the suddenness of a missile golden star-like lights burst out
from the tip of the wand and flew up high towards the heavens. The poor girl
was thrown back in her saddle from the impact and she cried out in pain as it
dug painfully into her lower back. The two girls watched then as a pleiad of
golden stars hung high above the treetops, growing and swelling. When it
finally reached the shape and size that reminded of a great fiery bomb, it
exploded with a bang, scattering its pieces everywhere around the surrounding
forest, like a gigantic starry fountain of light. Every part of the forest,
every tree and every bush were lit and there was almost heavenly brightness
surrounding them. It looked as if they suddenly found themselves between the
branches of a Christmas tree.
Hessan
reared, neighing wildly, forcing his mistress to desperately try to calm him
down. They could both feel the stir that this all caused to the forest’s
inhabitants, and Alex did not like it. Nevertheless, she could not help but
open her mouth in amazement when she finally managed to retake control of her
horse. Justine, who had been hiding her face behind her forearms since the
starry ball’s explosion, now lowered them a little and was staring at the
changed landscape around her. Everywhere in sight, golden flame-like spheres
hung in the air, like some kind of Jack-o-lanterns on moors where unfortunate
travellers met their miserable end.
“Beautiful!
Splendid! I wouldn’t have done it better myself!” Alex in vain tried to keep
her cool.
“T-thank
you… I had no idea I could do something like this…” Justine was still
dumbstruck and was looking around in disbelief.
A
few memorable moments later, the stars began to fade and darken, and soon
disappeared completely. Darkness retook the forest again. Once more, the only
source of light was the silvery-blue flaming sphere that Alex had conjured
earlier.
“That
was amazing,” Alex praised Justine as they resumed their ride. “You’ve given me
much to think about, Justine. I won’t be able to rest until I’m able to top
what you have just done, you know.”
“Just…
promise me that you will know what you’re doing.”
Because
I didn’t, Justine thought.
“Don’t
worry about it, it’ll surely take a long consideration. So, anyway,” she
changed the subject, “what did you want to ask me about back there?”
“Oh,
yes. Those two vaimares standing guard. What are their names?”
“This
time the guard duty falls on Flier and Scalewing. Flier was the one to our
right, Scalewing to the left.”
“So,
the time for Flier has come finally? I’ve heard so much about him from you over
time and the last time I was here he was but a pup. No wonder I didn’t
recognize him.”
“The
time comes for every vaimare to serve as guardians and, believe me, they really
grow fast. But yes, this term the visitors to the city have a chance to see the
Superior’s own vaimare.” Alex smiled.
“He
looks very dignified,” Justine complimented.
The
forest path wound its way among the trees, illuminated by the silvery sphere of
flames casting a glow on the grim trunks the riders were passing. The
silhouette of the Silver Castle drew nearer and nearer – they were not far from
the entrance gate now. The terrain rose steadily under their mounts’ feet,
leading them to the plateau on which the great structure was standing.
Chatting
about the great welcome feast that was to come, the girls did not even notice
when something black cut through the air above their heads. Only loud cawing
that followed made them realize they were not alone. When the cawing sounded
again, Alex directed the sphere of light in its direction.
A
great black raven, almost undistinguishable among the darkness, swayed on one
of the branches of an old, fallen tree, some few feet above the ground. Alex
goggled her eyes, but Justine remained baffled by the sight. The raven flew
from the branch and onto a large rock by the side of the road. A moment later,
a tall, slim, black-haired man stood before the two girls. He bowed in front of
them, but before he was able to say anything, Alex spoke instead:
“Did
I not write that we do not require any escort?”
The
young man appeared a little confused, but quickly regained his composure.
“Indeed,
but the Highest Priest sent me nevertheless to inquire as to the nature of the
fireworks from not long ago,” he answered. “Now, I would greet our
distinguished guest. In the name of all members of the Order of the Half-Moon
Servants it would be my honour to welcome you, my lady, at our humble
doorstep,” he added, bowing before the representative of the Star Prophets.
“Justine,
let me introduce to you Armand,” Alex broke in. “I assume we are to hurry
then?”
“Yes,
of course. I will not delay you and your noble guest any longer, my lady,”
Armand said, glancing at Justine from time to time. “It is a great honour to
have met you, my lady,” he added towards her.
“The
pleasure is all mine,” Justine smiled back. In times like these, you could
truly see the grace and majesty of her grandfather shine through her seemingly
fragile disposition. “However, I must agree with my friend here – the forest is
making me feel uncomfortable and I would much like to have this journey over
and done with as soon as possible.”
“You
can tell my father and the rest of the council that there is nothing to be
worried about in what you saw. During our travel we had to entertain ourselves
in some way and at one point mere words turned out insufficient in our debates,
so a little magic had to be used. We are safe and sound, however, so deliver
our apologies to whoever it might have been of annoyance to.”
“As
you command, my lady.” Armand bowed before them once again and in the blink of
an eye the sleeves of his coat darkened and became wings as his form shifted
into that of a raven. Flapping his wings nervously, the bird took flight and
soared above the trees and towards the castle, disappearing from the girls’
sight.
“A
charming fellow. Is he French by origin?”
“I’m
afraid not. Though his name is Armand, he does not have the same origins as
you, Justine. If I remember, his mother was deeply interested in France and its
magical orders, hence she named her son the way she did.”
“It’s
a nice thing to hear. Maybe my grandfather has heard of her.”
“I
doubt it, to be honest.”
In
the light of the flaming sphere leading them, Justine looked at her friend’s
face. The girl’s eyes blinked with a reflection of gold, as if reflecting the
light, but before Justine could ponder this occurrence any longer, it was gone,
as quick as it appeared. Seeing her friend’s facial expression, Alex turned her
head to look for whatever surprised Justine so much, then turned back to her.
The golden shine came back for a second, again, and then it was gone. Justine
opened her mouth to speak, but Alex was faster.
“Are
you okay, Justine?”
The
golden-haired girl snapped out of her surprise.
“Yes,
I’m fine. Tell me,” she hesitated. “You know, never mind.”
“You
can ask about anything, it’s not a problem.”
Justine
was silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Somehow, she didn’t
feel like asking about something that might have been just a trick of her own
mind. After all, she was tired from the long ride and in this light her eyes
may have well been playing games with her.
“So
that boy, Armand,” she said instead. “Is he a theriomorph?”
“Indeed.
It’s not an easy thing to learn to become one,” Alex replied, “but once you do,
it means you have a lot of potential.” The golden reflection, there it was
again.
Justine
decided to ignore it and not ask about it, but somewhere in her heart some kind
of unnamed doubt appeared. What was that supposed to mean?
The
line of trees was becoming scarcer by the minute. The road they were following
had become wider and more suited for travel. They were approaching the castle
walls. After one more turn the edge of the Dark Forest appeared. The wooden
path shifted to a straight, cobblestone road leading up to a silvery entrance
gate. Engraved with many elegant ornaments, the gate was tall and wide,
suitable for any kind of creature, Justine thought, from a horse to a dragon.
Seeing
the lights in the castle windows brought Justine relief; they had finally
reached their destination. She was weary of riding in the saddle atop the
wyvern’s back already, she wanted to feel the earth under her feet again. A
welcome feast awaited her now – an astounding thought which she always relished
in, whenever she visited this place, for she knew that there were few places in
the world where there would be a greater feast prepared for her than here. She
was a member of a great French order, more importantly yet, the granddaughter
of its Superior, an esteemed guest by all means, so she deserved nothing less.
Pride was an inherent trait of the Star Prophets.
They
rode up to the gate. Alex knocked on it with the heavy rapper that hung from
the jaws of a carved wolf head with sapphire crystal eyes. In the flickering
light of the torches on either side of the gate it almost seemed as though the
wolf’s head had moved in response. The gate opened with heavy, metallic creaks
– and yet another sound, as if under the first layer of sounds, deep, as if
muffled, and dark reached their ears. The two of them rode into a square with a
fountain in the centre – three wolves that sat on their hind legs, jets of
crystal-clear water flowing in three arches from their mouths.
In
the corner of her eye, Justine noticed large, burly shapes moving slowly in the
darkness, but before she could take a good look at what they were, a number of
stable hands jumped to the girls’ sides, which distracted her. Bowing, they
helped Justine dismount from her wyvern, while Alex swiftly hopped off Hessan
and passed his reigns into the hands of one of the boys. The others tended to
René and they all took their leave soon after to accommodate both animals. When
Justine looked back, there was no sign anywhere of the shapes she had seen, or
thought she had seen, before.
In
silence, the two girls made their way towards the entrance. From between the
open doors warm, golden light flooded onto the steps outside. Accompanied by
the mages waiting for them outside, Alex and Justine entered the spacious Main
Hall. Its size always amazed Justine, ever since she had come to the Silver
Castle for the first time so many years ago. A wide, sapphire carpet covered
the great stairs rising up at the back, while big and tall as trees stone
pillars ran on both sides of the room, silently supporting the weight of the
castle. Atop the wide stairway, five narrow-shaped stained-glass windows stood,
each with a star above it. Justine knew these windows – they were the Windows
of the Five Stars, whose beautiful stained-glass was known all over the magical
societies. Now, however, there was nothing to be seen in their glass but for
the darkness of the deep autumn night. To the left and to the right of the
windows, there was another pair of stairways, leading to the upper floors.
On
the walls of the Main Hall there hung numerous old paintings in thick frames
that showed famous members of the Order of the Half-Moon Servants, and scenes
of some great battles of legend where wolves mingled with silver-clad warhorses
and swords shone with the power of magical spells; great sapphire banners with
silver wolves and crescents hung from the pillars on each side, majestic and
proud, all in the light of dozens of magical torches.
Many
members of the Order had already gathered in the room to greet them. A sea of
shiny, sapphire-and-silver coats waved and stirred around them as the younger wizards
tried to get at least a glimpse of the long-awaited guest from behind the backs
of their elders. Alex lead her friend all the way to the foot of the stairway,
every pair of eyes following their every step, where the Superior of the Order
stood waiting to address them.
He
himself and the two of his most trusted guards looked just as Justine
remembered them, though many years had passed since the last time she saw them.
Clad in silver armour over dark garment, the two guards wore helmets that
resembled menacing wolf heads, with two smaller lupine heads serving as
pauldrons, their sapphire cloaks attached to their shoulders, falling loosely
behind their backs, their hands in clawed gauntlets resting on the hilts of
their sheathed swords, ready to defend their master at any moment. Battle mages,
Justine thought, one of the fiercest and best warriors there were – able to
wield both white weapons and magic, a deadly and extremely useful combination. By
custom, the Superior of the Order of the Half-Moon servants had his own private
guard of battlemages, ready to serve him in any way at his command.
The
Superior stood in-between them, proud and tall as always, almost unchanged by
the passage of time, only a few greying hairs on his temples, a confident and
stern look on his face. Ezekiel Arian, who served as the Order’s Superior since
the coming of age, was a warrior only when he was required to, however he still
donned his masterwork armour on special occasions – similar to that of the
guards beside him, plated silver, with snarling wolf heads as pauldrons, but
much more beautifully ornamented, with jewels for the wolves’ eyes, his
magnificently embroidered cloak attached to his shoulders, but in a way that it
freely encircled his collar at the front, with additional two pieces of
material hanging loosely from the brooches, the embroidery glistening in the
light of the torches. Unlike his two guards, he did not have his wolf helmet
with him.
Though
he did not change much on the outside, the tragic death of his beloved wife had
caused him to change greatly inside. He sealed his former self off from the
outside world and, people said, didn’t talk longer than needed and on informal
subjects with anyone but his daughter. Some claimed he had become very
eccentric, some claimed he had gone completely mad, but neither was fully true.
Even consumed by the desire for vengeance as he was, he acted consciously, with
characteristic deliberation and meticulous planning, and was still a greater
mind when it came to ruling his Order than many that would take up arms to try
to overthrow him. But one thing, above all else, was certain for the entirety
of the Order – the Superior did not smile as often anymore as he had used to.
Having
approached the three, Alex bowed and Justine followed in suit. With a nod of
her head, she left Justine with the Superior and she herself stepped aside and
joined the crowd’s first row where other prominent members of the order were
standing. With a gesture of his hand, Zeke, as he was more commonly known,
ordered all those gathered to be quiet. Immediately, far and wide across the
room there was silence, every rustle and cough clearly audible.
“On
behalf of the entirety of the Order of the Half-Moon Servants, it is my great
honour to welcome our long-awaited guest – the envoy of the Order of the Star
Prophets, an order which we had waged war with for many years in the past, and
whose member we now have the privilege to host in an atmosphere of peace and
joyfulness!” Zeke spoke, his voice echoing among the walls of the Main Hall. “Thus
I greet you, lady Justine Maud Artois, granddaughter of Victor Artois, the Superior!
I wish you a pleasant stay within the walls of the Silver Castle, as well as
beyond them. Welcome!”
The
crowd exploded with applause and cheers when he was finished, while Justine
thanked everyone with a smile on her face. Noticing that it was her now who
wanted to speak, the Superior raised his hand again, silencing the gathering.
“Your
Excellency, lords and ladies of the Order, all Servants of the Half-Moon who
have gathered here today – please accept my deepest gratitude for such a warm
welcome as this. I wholeheartedly believe that my stay in your hospitality will
be splendid, as long as I am surrounded by such wonderful people as you,” she
replied and her words were also rewarded with cheers of applause, even longer
than before.
The
Superior spoke once more.
“Now
then, there remains nothing more for me to do than invite you to our great
welcome feast which will be held in your homage when the bells strike eight in
the Feast Hall. You must be tired from your journey; I will appoint you your
handmaidens immediately, so that you can go and refresh yourself before the
festivities,” he spoke to Justine. “To all others I extend my gratitude for coming
to greet our esteemed guest and ask that you make room for the preparations.”
The
younger and less-prominent members of the Order were then shooed away, while
some of the more important ones and officials lingered in order to exchange at
least a few words with the granddaughter of the French order’s leader. More
guards like the two that had stood with Zeke appeared and surrounded Justine,
reminding the other wizards that there would be time to talk later and that the
lady needed rest.
Alex
approached her father and bowed her head slightly.
“Go
on with her, make sure that everything is done properly,” he told her. “I will
see you later at the feast.”
The
girl nodded in acknowledgement and watched for a moment as her father turned
around and began climbing the great stairs. Unexpectedly, a guard approached
her, which made her attention shift to him instead.
“My
lady, it is said that Vincent was looking for you,” the guard said.
Alex
appeared confused.
“I
thought he knew that I’d gone to escort Justine?” she asked rhetorically. “Do
you know what he wants from me?” she asked, but the guard shook his head
hopelessly.
“I
do not, my lady, but it is advisable that you seek him out. The maids have
reported that he had torn the curtains in the Sapphire Chamber from his anger.”
With a meaningful look the guard bowed and hastily took his leave of her.
Alex
frowned and then rubbed her temples with her fingers. As if she wasn’t tired
already, there always had to be more trouble. Standing at the foot of the
stairway, she didn’t notice Justine had approached her.
“So,
you’re one of my handmaidens then?” she asked in jest.
“Don’t
be silly,” Alex snorted. “There they are,” she pointed at three women walking
quickly towards them. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a matter to see to. I’ll
join up with you as soon as I’m done, alright?”
“I
don’t know who this Vincent is, but don’t hurt him,” Justine answered with a
wink as she too began walking up the stairs, escorted by her three maids.
“Don’t
worry, we’re pretty much immune to each other after all those years!” she said
in a louder voice so that Justine’s ears would reach her and the golden-haired
girl got the impression that her friend regretted a little that it wasn’t
otherwise.
Justine,
led by her maids, took the stairs to the right, which lead to the part of the
castle called the Eastern Towers. Having climbed to the top and having passed a
spiralling staircase to the side, they found themselves at the beginning of a
long corridor of chambers. The first floor was taken up mostly by chambers for
visitors. Hers was the largest and most luxurious one of all, situated at the
end of the corridor, she was told. When they reached the window next to the
chamber’s doors, one of the maids took out a key, but Justine’s attention was
focused on a painting illuminated by the light of a torch of white flame that
hung next to it. Like many other paintings found in the castle, it pictured an
elderly man with a cautious look and white, unkempt hair. But what drew Justine’s
attention most was that next to his silhouette there was the emblem of the Star
Prophets – a golden star weaved in among violet petals.
“My
lady?” one of the maids asked when Justine did not move even though the doors
to her chambers were now open.
“What
is the emblem of my order doing in such a painting?”
The
maid who spoke earlier approached the canvas herself.
“It
is one of the former Superiors of the Order, my lady,” she replied shortly
after. “Aureus Arian. During his leadership, the great war with your noble
order had ended, which is why he is usually depicted with your emblem by his
side to commemorate his contribution to bringing peace between the two orders,”
she explained.
“You
know a lot,” Justine complimented.
“Thank
you, my lady. It is a virtue of our Order that even the lowest-ranked members
know who they serve.”
I
wouldn’t be so sure of that, Justine thought, recalling what Alex had told her
earlier. She smiled and entered the chamber without a word. Immediately, she felt
the warmth emanating from a large fireplace on the wall to the right. The room was
spacious, blue carpets covering the floor, a large wooden table with a silvery cloth
and freshly prepared cutlery and fruit standing next to four slim windows with
dark-blue curtains, and three big and comfortable sofas to relax on. On the far
side of the chamber, stood a large canopy bed with pelts (Justine somehow
doubted they were wolf pelts) and fresh linen. Next to it stood the few luggage
chests brought in by the servants after they had been unfastened from René’s
back. The Guest Chamber hadn’t changed a bit in its splendour over the years,
she thought. This was where the Order accommodated its most prestigious guests.
“That
will be all for now,” Justine said with relief. She wanted to rest alone. “I
will call on you should I need anything.”
When,
bowing, the maids left the chamber and closed the doors, Justine took one more
look at her surroundings and fell onto the great bed. She wondered about where
her friend was right now and about the mysterious man by the name of Vincent –
was he her friend’s secret flame that she hadn’t told Justine about earlier? Her
eyelids felt heavy from the fatigue. She mustn’t fall asleep lest she missed
the feast, but a little comfort of lying her head down for a while wouldn’t
hurt, she concluded.
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