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Authors: Linda Mooney

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One Battle Lord’s Fate

 

One Battle Lord’s Fate

 

(Book Four of The Battle Lord Saga)

 

by

 

Linda Mooney

 

 

Copyright
©
2012 by
Linda Mooney
ISBN
978-0-9859300-1-1

 

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The Battle Lord Saga

 

The Battle Lord's Lady

Her Battle Lord's Desire

A Battle Lord's Heart

One Battle Lord's Fate

 

 

Chapter One

Decision

 

 

Even with the thick planking and insulation between the rooms, Tory Kalich could hear the baby crying. Or maybe it was just her own natural mothering instinct that caused her ears to pick up on the muffled, tiny wailing that was almost too soft to be heard at this distance.

She listened as hard as she could. It wasn’t long before the crying stopped. Atty had gone to care for her son.

Silence returned to the bedroom like an unobtrusive guest. Tory continued to lie by her husband’s solid warmth, and listened to the night sounds. Through the partially open window on the other side of the room, she could hear an owl screech as it hunted. Crickets chirped in rhythm. Every now and then, a firefly blinked for his mate, and she replied. Otherwise it was totally still. Quiet in that soothing, comfortable way.

Fortune snorted softly and rolled onto his back. Tory reached over and gently put her hand on his shoulder. She didn’t want to think back on the agony of the past few months when she had thought he was dead, killed by the Bloods at Bearinger. The memory was still too recent and too damn painful.

Which was why she guessed she was awake. Shreds of those nightmarish days and nights sometimes crept back into her subconscious, and she would wake up shivering, panting from the crushing weight on her chest, her nose running and her eyes puffy from crying.

Tonight she’d had another one of those moments. She couldn’t remember exactly what she had been dreaming, but she knew it had to be one of the bad ones. And when she’d jerked up into a sitting position in bed, that was when she’d heard little Mattox’s wail of hunger.

“Fortune?” She gave his arm a nudge.

“Mmm?”

“Wake up, Fortune.”

She was rewarded with one open eye. She knew he was using his hunter’s instincts to see if there was any potential danger, but since nothing appeared to be amiss, he fluffed his pillow and shoved it under his cheek, closing the eye. “What?”

“It’s time we went home,” she announced.

The one eye reopened. “Right now?”

“No, silly.” She grinned, giving him another playful nudge. “On the next caravan. I think one’s leaving day after tomorrow.”

Slowly, her husband rose up on one elbow and propped his head in his head. “Why this sudden decision? I thought you were happy here.”

“I am, but we need to move out of this lodge and let Yulen and Atty have it back. They need their privacy.”

“Have either of them said something to you?”

“No.” She shook her head. Her long, dark brown tresses flowed over her arms. “But it won’t be long before Atty’s body will begin responding to him again. And when she does, they’re going to want to be alone.”

She gathered her hair in her hands and pulled it to one side before lying back down. Fortune scooted closer and drew an arm around her waist. “Homesick?” he whispered.

“Kind of. I miss my friends, but I’ve made friends here, too. I know you miss the caste.”

“Actually, I don’t. I mean, there’s Bertrand and Zephyr. And Immons. But ever since Dayman passed away, I really haven’t had a close, close friend. There are a couple of the soldiers here I’ve gone out on hunt with, and we had a great time. We have great rapport. I don’t know, Tor. I’m hung both ways.”

Nodding, Tory concurred. “Memnor seems to be doing well. At least, there’s been nothing in his letters that makes me think otherwise.” A small smile came over her. “He’s smitten with Corianne Deanders.”

“Corianne is a handful. He’ll be a busy boy.” Fortune chuckled. He suddenly lifted his face toward the ceiling.

“What? Hear something?” Tory asked.

“A little squeak. Coming from the nursery.” He pointed above them. “I think Atty’s up.”

“The baby needed feeding.” A yawn caught her unaware. “So, I guess I’ll break the news to them tomorrow about us going back to Wallis.”

“You sure you want to do this, honey?”

“Why? What do you have in mind?”

“Like, maybe moving to Alta Novis?”

Tory blinked at him, totally speechless for the moment. “Fortune.”

“It’s just something to think about,” he said, giving her a quick kiss and rolling back over onto his other side. “G’night, honey.”

The Mutah woman watched her husband slowly sink back into sleep. Placing her hand on his strong back, she let herself drift away as well.

Tomorrow would be a busy day.

 

 

Chapter Two

Kiss

 

 

Yulen stopped at the threshold of his lodge and glanced over the interior of the compound. Hooded blue-gray eyes scanned the sea of faces coming and going before him as he searched for the flash of dark blue that would let him know where Atty was.

Initially, he had thought she would still be in bed. The baby had been cranky most of the night, giving them little rest as they took turns rocking the infant when Atty wasn’t feeding him. This morning when he had climbed out of bed, she had been sound asleep, unaware of his rising.

Now she was gone from the lodge. Mattox as well. Even Tory and Fortune were not there, which could mean anything. Atty could be on a hunt, leaving their son with Tory. Or his wife could have Mattox, and the Mutah couple from Wallis could be out and about on their own.

Sighing loudly, Yulen wondered where to begin. His best bet would probably be the main lodge. Atty’s appetite knew no limits. And now that she was breast-feeding, she was a frequent visitor to the kitchen for in-between-meals snacks. If she’d gotten up too late for breakfast, that would be the first place she’d go.

He stepped away from the lodge and began heading for the large building in the center of the compound. He was barely a dozen yards away from the side door when Berta came around the corner with her small entourage of people to do their daily cleaning of the Battle Lord’s home. Seeing him coming her way, she stopped and flashed a smile.

“Is Atty in the kitchen?” he asked curtly, not caring to mask the slightly irritated expression on his face.

“No, Sir. She was earlier, but she’s already gone.” The woman cocked her head. “Can’t find her, Sir?”

He shook his head. Sudden inspiration made him ask, “Did she have her longbow with her?”

Berta nodded. “Yes, Sir. And the little one in his carrier.”

She’s at the archery field.

Yulen thanked the woman and turned on his heel to head for the practice fields at the rear of the compound. Within ten minutes he’d spotted her. She was sitting under a tree some distance away from where his soldiers were taking in their own practice. She seemed to be bent over something as she lifted an object to her mouth every few seconds. Beside her, Mattox lay asleep on his back on a small, folded blanket, one corner draped over him for protection.

The Battle Lord paused, watching her and taking advantage of the rare opportunity he had to study his wife unobserved. Atty was such an ephemeral creature. She was like the air, never staying too long in one place. She was a wood sprite, melting into the forest and becoming one with all around her when she hunted. She was fire, quick tempered when angry, but also like fire, burning with unquenchable passion when aroused. Just the sight of her was enough to get the blood rushing to his head. Yulen gripped the pommel of his sword. God, he loved the woman with every fiber of his being.

As he drew closer, he finally was able to notice she was reading a book, and the realization surprised him. Atty reading a book? With her head down, she had no sense of him approaching until she turned a page and caught his approach from the corner of her eye. The smile she gave him was warmer than the spring sun. “Good morning!” she chirped as she watched her husband lower himself down to the grass to sit in front of her. She moved aside a small napkin containing a nearly empty stem of grapes.

“Morning. What is this you’re reading?” Curious, he lifted the book slightly as she still grasped it in her hands. On the cover was the title
The Battle Lord and Lady of Alta Novis
. Yulen raised astonished eyebrows at her. “Is this what I think it is?”

Atty snickered. “It’s a book about us. Or, about some of the stuff we’ve done. It’s quite interesting, but kind of spooky, reading what other people say about you.”

“Where’d you get this?”

“It came yesterday. Corianne sent it to me. It’s going around the Mutah compounds.”

“Who wrote it?”

She gave him a slight shrug as he popped a grape into his mouth. “Somebody I’ve never heard of, but my guess he’s Mutah.” She held it out to him. “Most of it is pretty much correct. There’s even some stuff in here
I
didn’t know about.”

“Like what?” Curious, Yulen took the book from her and ruffled through a few pages. His eye caught the words “bull ferret” a couple of times.

“Like the fact that Madigan came from another compound. That her family isn’t originally from here. Is that true?”

“Yep. They aren’t. I wonder how they found that out?”

A butterfly landed on Mattox’s tummy and gently flapped its yellow and black wings. Yulen backhanded it away with the book.

“The story ends with me coming back to Alta Novis and killing Karv,” she told him.

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“Knew you were the type to read the last chapter before you’d gone through the entire book,” he teased, glancing up at her.

Atty stuck her tongue out at him. “Anyway, what I was going to tell you was that rumor says there’s going to be a second book coming out, telling about the Massacre at Bearinger.” Her expression became sober, and she dropped her gaze.

They had only been back less than a month, yet memories of that experience evoked a pain still too fresh to recall. Both of them had suffered physically, mentally, and emotionally. It would take many more months before they could think back on what they had been forced to endure without remnants of the fear and terror washing over them.

Yulen leaned over so that he was closer to her, and whispered, “Hey. Forget the book. That’s not why I came looking for you.”

She looked up at him with a small smile. “Okay. I’ll bite. What did you need me for?” She reared back a bit. “I thought you told me last night you were going to spend the morning inspecting the new wall.”

“I did,” he nodded. “Work is going better than I’d anticipated. No need hanging around there if it’s up to my specs. So I thought about wandering over to the practice field and getting in a few jousts before tackling the paperwork.” He sighed loudly and reached behind his head to knead the back of his neck.

Atty watched him for a few seconds. “You keep putting that paperwork off. Yulen, you really need to hire someone to do it. This place is getting bigger. It’s not the little compound it used to be when your great-great-grandfather built it.”

“I need someone I can trust, Atty. And we both know there’s not that many people with good, solid mathematical skills. Yes, our little school is adequate to teach the fundamentals and all, but with the acquisition of West Crestin, besides having Wallis now, plus my plans to rebuild Bearinger...” He left the sentence hanging. It was all beginning to be too much to handle, much less think about. “Forget about it. I need some time on the field to get my muscles limber again.”

“Are you sure, my love?” she asked worriedly. It would take a few more weeks, perhaps months, before all the wounds he’d suffered under the Blood Leader’s hands were sufficiently healed.

He flashed her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. Want to come and watch?”

“Okay. But first you owe me.”

“Owe you? Now what?”

“You snuck out this morning without giving me my good morning kiss.”

“No, I didn’t forget.” He smiled. “I gave you one on your forehead.”

“Doesn’t count if I’m not awake to enjoy it.” Atty pouted prettily. “Double doesn’t count if it’s not on the lips.”

Chuckling, Yulen closed the short distance between them and gently pressed his lips to hers. It was a chaste kiss, and the only kind they had been able to share these past four months.

The Massacre at Bearinger had been devastating to everyone living within a week’s journey from the compound. A small garrison of soldiers, most of them from Alta Novis, and led by Yulen, had tried to defend the compound from an ever-enlarging army of Bloods. Eventually the mutant army, numbering well over a thousand, had eventually overrun the fortress, overwhelming soldiers and citizens by sheer numbers and viciousness.

The resulting wholesale slaughter was beyond description.

Somehow, Atty had known when the Bloods had taken the compound. The mind-numbing horror she’d felt was still there, buried under layers of relative calm. Once in a while, her screams would find their way to the surface, and she’d awaken trembling and crying, until she was able to find surcease in her husband’s arms.

Yulen had fared worse. One of the less than a hundred survivors, he and the others had been dragged back into the woods by the Bloods, who used them as a food source for the winter. Knowing Yulen was the Battle Lord and the man responsible for all their troubles, the creatures had taken special delight in torturing him every night after they’d made camp. They had intended on breaking the man and utterly destroying his mind, body, spirit, and soul.

Problem was, the Bloods had never counted on Atty.

Through some miraculous connection with her husband, she had managed to lead a rescue force to where the unsuspecting creatures were camped for the night. The battle to retrieve the survivors had been fierce, but the outcome was not unexpected. In the end, every Blood who had participated in the massacre at Bearinger was dead, but not before Atty had enacted her own method of revenge on the creature who had tortured Yulen. She had killed the Blood Leader with three calmly-placed arrows that took out half his brain, and made sure the creature writhed in agony until he’d bled out every drop of blood. But the agony was not over.

It was winter, and the weather was fast becoming another enemy to the struggling, suffering remnants of the battalion. Yulen was dying. Atty had no choice but to take him to a Mutah compound and pray they could save him.

They had, but Yulen remained comatose for another two months. Eventually he regained consciousness and his strength, while Atty’s condition worsened as her pregnancy advanced. Six weeks shy of her due date, she went into premature labor and ruptured a blood vessel before delivery. It was a miracle she survived, as well as the tiny but healthy little boy she gave birth to. Afterwards, it was only a matter of waiting for them both to gain enough strength so they could return to Alta Novis, which had taken another month.

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