Chapter 17
The mental fog clears, but my hands won’t stop shaking. Miko does a headcount. Turning back to me, he notices my state and tells the men to make camp. I was able to guide us to the outskirts of the North Kingdom; close, but not close enough to be seen, heard, or noticed by the Northern scouts as they busily prepare for the Festival of Woods. Leaning against a tree, I take deep breaths to slow down my heart rate. The sounds of men making camp reaches my ears as Miko brings water from my bag. He’s witnessed the toll it takes on me to use the Gifts. I’m sure Joycelyn has told him how much of a toll it really takes even when I have tried to conceal it.
He wets a cloth and places it on my head, knowing the fever will come on soon. I inwardly curse. I don’t want to appear weak in front of my men. Since I received the Elder’s Gifts, my men look up to me more. They know what a high honor it is to receive, although they don’t fully understand the cost.
I lay my head back and try to rest. What my people wouldn’t give to see more children running around. Had my father not destroyed our kingdom before I took over, things could have been different. Instead, my people are cursed with lives filled with endless, thankless work, driven by the need to ration our food.
What would it be like to have my kingdom finally thrive? Heck, to have the whole realm thrive once again?I convince myself I am right in undertaking this mission, though it may bring war.
“We’re nearly there, Sire. King Forrest suspects nothing,” my scout tells me.
Forcing my voice to be strong, I call out, “Remember, men, be on alert. We will go tonight, while they celebrate their Festival of Woods.”