Rise of the Sparrows (Relics of Ar'Zac #1) (17 page)

“I could have told you how much they knew already, but if I had done that you would have prepared excuses. This way, they saw you react. They saw what their words meant to you, and you saw how much they really believe in you.”

“I don't understand how they can do that, just because a prophecy makes me sound important. You could still have the wrong girl.”

Cale frowned. “We don't, trust me on this. But think of it this way—morale is a powerful thing. Even if it turns out that you're not the Sparrow, they believe that you are. They will fight harder and with more determination because of that belief. Many of them might live another day because of that belief. Would you take that away from them?”

If there was one thing she had learned about Cale and knew for certain it was that he was determined. There was no arguing that. “No, I suppose not.” Something else had been bothering her, and she couldn’t keep quiet any more. “Why did you ask me to be quiet?”

Cale didn't turn around to face her. “When?”

“When I mentioned Cephy. I was telling them that Cephy knows more about magic than I do and is better suited to this Sparrow role, and you gave me a nudge to be quiet.”

It wasn’t just that, either. He had promised Cephy that Ailis would be able to teach her before they had left Arlo's hut. She had been thrilled to learn more, yet all she had been able to do since coming here was help with the household chores. Rachael knew Cephy was bored and disappointed, even if she didn’t say so. She was eager to learn and would have made a better student, but it felt like he had forgotten all about it.

“Well?”

She nearly walked into him when he came to an abrupt stop.

“They can't know everything about Cephy.”

“Why not?”

“Because prophecy names her as the one to betray you. Or so they think.”

Rachael didn't know what to say. It was the most ridiculous thing she had heard all night. “That's nonsense, Cephy would never—”

“Maybe not, but they don't know her as you do. I wouldn’t have known her as the one either if Aeron hadn’t told me.”

More confused with every word, Rachael felt herself grow irritated. Cephy was only a child, and Aeron had made it clear that she wanted them out of her life. Why would she tell Cale something that could be useful to him?

“I don't understand. What did Aeron say?”

His expression grew grim as he looked into her eyes. “She named Cephy as the Fox.”

“So?”

“'Trust the Fox, and it will betray you.' According to Aeron Cephy is that fox. You have boosted their morale, but if they found out who came here with you that morale would be shattered in an instant. I'm sure you can see why I don't want that to happen.”

Rachael nodded without taking her eyes off Cale, looking for any signs that he had lost his mind but finding none. He was as determined as ever, but she didn’t believe any of it. She had seen how the Sparrows had been affected by her entering the room, and Cale knew more about morale than she did. Cephy would never betray her, but he was right—they didn’t know Cephy as well as she did, and they clearly placed a great amount of faith in prophecy.

“We should get going. It's cold outside and it will be morning before long.” It had been a long night, and Rachael was desperate to lie down and let everything sink in.

Cale held out his arm in front of her, signaling her to be quiet and get down into cover. She did as he asked, her heart hammering fast. Moments later, Cale jumped up.

“Ailis!”

Her curiosity piqued, Rachael got up after him. Ailis was standing not far from them, but it was too dark for Rachael to see what she was doing. The forest was thick this far in and the bright moonlight was not strong enough to penetrate the army of branches hanging over them.

“Cale! Oh, thank the Maker! Have you seen Cephy? Did she come after you?”

Rachael went cold.

“What? No. Why? Isn't she in her bed?”

“No. I went upstairs to check on her before going to bed myself, but she wasn't there.”

Rachael ran after them. “Why were you checking on her?” Had this prophecy clouded their judgment so much that they needed to make sure she was not planning her murder? Had they maybe checked on her, too, while she was asleep?

Now that Rachael had caught up with them, she saw the worry in Ailis' eyes. Even in the dim light she could tell her eyes were bloodshot. She'd been crying.

“Cephy likes a glass of milk overnight. She always takes one upstairs when she goes to bed but I always see if she needs more.” She sank into Cale who wrapped his arms around her for comfort. By the way she was shaking Rachael wasn’t convinced that it worked. “She wasn't there when I went into her room tonight. I've been out here nearly an hour looking for her, but I can't find any sign of her! It’s like she’s disappeared!”

“An hour! Maker, she could be anywhere!”

Rachael's fear rose. What if Cephy had come after them? The White City had a confusing layout if you weren’t familiar with it. Rachael would have gotten lost easily if it had not been for Cale's guidance. What if Cephy had run into guards?

She turned on her heel to run back but a strong hand closed around her wrist before she could get anywhere.

“You stay here!”

“I have to look for her! There are guards in the city, what if she—”

“I know, and that's exactly why you're not going. Ailis, take Rachael back to the house and stay with her. I will search the city, and if I can't find any sign of her there I will search this forest.” She had never heard him like this before. He sounded like a commander. The leader of the Sparrows, taking charge of another rescue mission.

“But what if you—”

“Rachael, I appreciate that you want to help, but you don't know this city. I know it inside out. If you come with me now you will only create a larger risk for me. Stay here—Ailis will be with you.”

He ran off, not waiting for a reply or her promise to stay, but she couldn’t let him go just yet. “Cale!”

He stopped, a determined look in his eyes—the sort of look which told her that whatever she had to say, it had better be important.

It was. “Promise you'll find her.”

“I'm sorry, Rachael. I can't.”

By the time Cale came back the sun had begun to rise and a soft pink glow illuminated the waking forest. Pressure hung in the air as thick as Rachael's worry for Cephy, promising more heavy rain later on to wash away the last of the snow.

He was alone.

It had been a long night. Rachael hadn’t been able to get to sleep, and had sat in the kitchen instead. Once she had sat down for a while with some piping hot tea to calm her nerves, she had to admit that Cale was right. She hated him a little for not promising her what she wanted to hear, but she couldn’t blame him for not making a promise he possibly couldn’t keep. He had fought this war before. He knew when to make promises and when to be honest.

“It took a while to track her foot prints in the dark, but she went straight to the stables. I think she left the White City.”

“Did you follow her?”

He shook his head. “There were too many hoof prints in the road. Any of them could have been her. I could have followed any track for hours without finding her, or getting any closer to her. I'm sorry, Rachael. She's gone.”

“Do you know why she left? Is there any family she might have missed?” Ailis' voice was soothing, but her words cut nonetheless.

“I don't know. She didn't say that she wanted to leave. I thought she was happy here.” The second the words were out she regretted them, and scowled. Cephy had likely felt like the third wheel. “It's your fault she's gone!”

“Rachael, I—” Ailis started, but Cale motioned for her to let Rachael speak. She wanted to punch him for it. Who was he to allow her to speak? When had she given him so much power over her?

“If you'd taught her, she'd still be here!
You
!” She turned to Cale. “She asked you if your sister could train her, back in Arlo's hut, and you said she could! You didn’t let her do anything once we got here, you only taught me and I still can't find the source of my gift! Cephy could—you should have taught her! You should—” The words choked her. Angry that he had allowed this to happen she got up and ran upstairs, locking the door behind her. She didn’t want to see either of them. She wanted to see Cephy.

By the time Rachael came out of her room, the gentle drumming of rain had comforted her and numbed the screaming accusations in her head. Ailis had left her a warm breakfast outside the door, but it was cold and unappealing when she found it.

She was ashamed of how she'd reacted. True as her words might have been, Cale and Ailis had been good to them. They shouldn’t have neglected Cephy, but judging by Ailis' bloodshot eyes, she already knew that. Rachael didn’t want to make her feel any worse.

Cale was nowhere to be seen when Rachael entered the kitchen. Ailis was cooking a stew over the fire and looked up when she heard Rachael enter. To Rachael's surprise, she smiled.

“Just in time! Come here. Taste this for me, please? I can't decide if it needs more ground pepper.”

Knowing that she was in no position to argue after her outburst, Rachael stepped up to the hot cauldron and took the ladle from Ailis. The stew smelled delicious, its scents warming Rachael and comforting her. The wonderful fragrances worked their way into her mind, and soothed any remaining anger.

“No, it's fine.”

“Thank you, I'm glad you think so.”

No longer having the ladle to hold on to, Rachael intertwined her fingers and hugged herself. She had come down to apologise, but now that she was here the words wouldn't come. After a few moments of awkward silence she decided to speak up, no matter how clumsy her words would sound.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, Rachael, please. You were right.” Ailis’ voice shook. “Cale asked me to teach Cephy, did you know? He asked me shortly after you had arrived together. I wanted to, I really did, but teaching you seemed more important. Cephy already had a good grip on her magic. I could only have taught her so much, but you- We need you. The prophecy named you. I know this doesn't excuse the way I treated her, but it's the only reason I can give.”

They looked at each other, Rachael nodding in understanding. Ailis regretted what she had done. That was all Rachael needed to know. There was more she wanted to say but she didn’t know how.

“Where is Cale? Is he outside?”

Ailis shook her head. “He is, but not near the house. He has taken Barnaby and Shelbie to look for Cephy. Last night he decided on the three main roads she could have taken. He rode out early this morning to search all three of them.”

Rachael knew that Cale wasn’t going to find her. She felt guilty. If she hadn’t said those things the night before, Cale might have stayed. She still didn’t trust him, but she was starting to. And now he had left without saying a word, because of how she had reacted. Even Cephy had left her.

It was only a matter of time before Ailis left her, too.

Arlo turned around, inspecting every last corner of his house one last time before leaving. He had not packed much, but he hated being under-prepared. 

He'd received disturbing news from the capital. King Aeric was up to something, he was sure of it. To make matters worse, his spies had told him about a woman with raven dark hair and an aura as evil as the Dark One himself close to the White City. There was only one person it could be, but he didn’t want to worry the lad. Maker knew the boy had enough to worry about already, and if he was correct... Well, if he was, then the Maker help them all.

Cale had his own spies all over the White City. If Aeron really were nearby someone would have spotted her days ago. There was no point in telling the lad something he already knew.

Satisfied that he had packed everything he needed—a sword, his axe, medicinal herbs, bandages and some spices for cooking—he closed the door to his house with a grunt, tempted to throw the key away. He had a feeling he would not be returning to see the leaves change colour again.

After saddling his horse, he mounted the great beast with ease, comforting its complaints by scratching its right ear. Even his animal knew that something was wrong. It was clever like that—a trait Arlo had counted on many times over the years. It was an old horse now, nearly as old in horse years as Arlo was himself, but he still trusted its instincts.

He hoped they still had time. If his gut was right then things would be heating up in the city soon, and he didn’t want to be away from the lad or the Sparrows when it happened. He’d be able to gather information along the way, and information was not something to be dismissed easily. It could turn the tide of a losing battle, he knew. He had seen it before, and he didn’t want to rob them of that chance now. It would cost him several days, but it was too important not to take the chance.

Arlo grunted, a command his horse understood well after many years together. Without another complaint the beast turned around smoothly, and began its long journey to the White City.

Arlo thought about his house and everything he was leaving behind. His chest ached. Would the critters be well without him? Would the wolves have the rabbits for supper now that he was gone?

“Look at me, growing soft at my old age.” His  horse whinnied at his mumbling. “Are you up for one last battle, old friend?” Louder this time his strong beast agreed, standing on its hind legs briefly before falling into a fast trot.

“What can I gecha, sugar?”

Apologetically, Cephy shook her head. “Nothing, thank you.”

The waitress scowled. “Are ya sure? Ya look frozen right to the bone, ya do!”

That she was, but it didn’t change the facts—she had nothing of value, no way to pay for food or a room, and she wasn’t going to steal from anyone. “I have no money.”

Again, the girl scowled, clearly displeased at losing a seat without gaining profit. “Suit yaself.” She was about to dance off to take the order of a wealthier patron, when Cephy remembered the reason she had come.

“I'm looking for someone.”

“Aren't we all, sugar.” The waitress didn’t even turn around to reply. She was busy flirting with a man twice her age, who was shaking a heavy-looking money bag at her.

“Please, I was told that she came this way. She's got dark hair, dark eyes, and—” She stopped herself just in time. How could she describe to someone who had never met Aeron the way the woman made people feel? She didn’t dare mention her gift.

Annoyed, the waitress turned around. “Who's she to ya? Lost ya mother or something?”

Relieved at the implications, Cephy nodded. “We got separated yesterday. I've been looking for her ever since.”

“Well, sugar, if ya mother isn't looking for ya then maybe she doesn't want—” Her wealthy customer gave her a pat on the back.

“Come now, Lin, the girl is looking for her Mum! Be nice to her, will ya? And get her a pie on me. She looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks!”

“Fine. But I ain't seen ya mother, girl. Don't forget to thank Thomas here.” With a sour scowl Lin turned around and hurried off to the kitchen.

“Don't take her personally, eh, girl? Lin's job's a hard one, it is.”

Cephy nodded, grateful he interfered. “Thank you, sir, for the pie. I appreciate it.” She hadn’t seen her parents in a long time, but she hadn’t forgotten the manners her mother had taught her, either.
Always be kind to the people who are kind to you
, she used to say. Cephy was not about to forget it.

Sudden guilt washed over and her she looked the other way, pretending to see whether her pie was on its way yet. Rachael and Cale and Ailis had been real kind to her, and she had repaid them by running away—to
Aeron
, no less. Knowing Rachael she was likely worried real sick for her. But it couldn’t be helped. She hadn’t been learning anything with them. Aeron was not a kind person, like Rachael, but at least she would be able to learn a thing or two with her. And she was not planning on staying away forever. She would learn everything Aeron could teach her, maybe stay a month—or two, at the most—and then she would go back. Maybe she would even be able to help in the war. If she could do that, she would be real happy that she had repaid Rachael and Cale and Ailis. And Arlo, too—kind Arlo who had fixed her hands for her.

Feeling her throat tighten, she wiped her eyes dry and swallowed. She couldn’t be seen crying in a place like this. Her mother had often warned her about places like these—taverns and bars and worse. She knew what the men in these places were like. Thomas had bought her a pie, but she didn’t believe that he wanted nothing in return. Rachael had taught her that people always wanted something in return, and Cephy trusted her with her life.

“Everythin' alright, girl?” She turned around to see Thomas watching her.

“Yes. I'm just missing my mother, is all.” It was close enough to the truth, she thought, and fit the story she had told them.

“Say, what did ya say she looked like?”

Hopeful, Cephy repeated herself. “She has long dark hair, dark eyes.”

Thomas frowned. “And a personality to freeze ya to ya core?”

“That's her! Have you seen her? Is she here?”

“I've seen her, all right. I know where she's gone off to, but why you would want to go back to someone like that- Well, I suppose it's ya mother, after all.”

“Where is she?”

“She rode North, only five hours ago. She left just as I arrived. Gave me a right cold stare, she did! Thought she'd kill me where I was standin'!”

Her heart sank. North could mean any number of places. Aeron's house was that way, but so were two busy main roads and several towns.

“Did she say anything?”

Thomas laughed. “Say anything? No, girl, that she didn't! Had no reason to, did she? She doesn't know me, and I ain't knowing her, despite how she glared at me. Sorry, girl, that's all I know. Ya mother went north 'bout five hours ago. But listen. Lin o'er there is right—your mother ain't looking for ya. You din't get separated—she left ya. May be that it's better to stay here, start over, rather than chase after her.”

No longer listening, Cephy got up and tied her coat around her until it wouldn’t go any tighter. It wasn’t much, but it was better than what she used to have. In this cold she was grateful to have it.

“Ya pie, miss. On Thomas, as promised.” She didn’t turn to see the disapproving scowl on the waitress' face. Satisfied that she had what little she had taken with her, she turned on her heels and headed for the door.

“Ungrateful little bitch! Well, Lin, if she won't have it I'll have it. Paid for it already, haven't I?”

Cephy was too busy planning her next move to pay any attention to them. The laughter and voices from inside the tavern filled the night around her, but she was alone again.