Mageborn The Line of Illeniel by Michael Manning (top novels of all time TXT) 📗

was already getting worked up. I tried to head her off before she got too far into it.

“I feel sure that it is just a formality. He has to present his case before the king and the council of lords. We will probably have to testify on his behalf as well. The other reason we have to go is that his majesty wants my oath of fealty.”

She pursed her lips, “I thought we would have more time. I don’t even have anything to wear.” Trust a woman to think of that first. I almost smiled.

“What are you smiling at?” she growled. Damn, I thought I had hidden it better than that.

“You,” I replied simply. “Start packing, I’ll go write a response for James and another for the king.”

We got busy after that, I talked to my father to make sure he wouldn’t mind us borrowing his horses. Then I went to see Dorian and Joe, they would have to handle things by themselves for at least a few weeks. They seemed a lot less nervous about my trip than I was.

“Don’t worry so much,” said Dorian, “This place will still be here when you get back.” The irony of Dorian telling me not to worry struck me as funny. He was generally the most anxious one of all my friends; usually I was the easy going one.

“I know, I know…,” I replied, “I’ve just never had this many people depending on me before. It’s not something I’m used to dealing with.”

“Just take care of your business with the king and return as soon as you can. We’ll make sure there’s still something to return to.” Dorian clapped me on the back. I was expecting it so I braced myself, sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength.

Penny and I left an hour later. Frankly I was amazed at her speed in packing. As lovely as she was it was easy to forget she wasn’t some fragile flower raised in a nobleman’s home. She had lived a hard life for all her youth and she knew how to get things done when she needed to. We rode two solid palfreys and carried our luggage on a sturdy packhorse.

For the journey we wore plain traveling clothes and I convinced Penny to wear her chain shirt as well. “I still don’t see why you want me wearing this smelly thing. It’s hot enough already without wearing a lot of heavy metal on top of it all,” she complained.

“It isn’t that heavy anymore and you know it,” I countered. Part of the enchantment I had placed on her armor reduced the weight by half. The shirt had weighed over thirty pounds before, now it was closer to fifteen.

“Why aren’t you wearing armor then?” she arched an eyebrow at me.

“You’re my guard, I’m just a traveling nobleman,” I smirked at her. “Besides, do you honestly think anyone could hurt me?” I said a word and my shield glowed visibly for a moment.

“That didn’t work so well the other night with that creature,” she pointed out.

“That’s why I have my stalwart companion to protect me,” I declared loudly.

She snorted, “And here I thought I was your fiancée, so much for my gallant knight!” That remark annoyed me and she knew it. Still I didn’t let her take off the chain byrnie. I worried she might need its protection at some moment when I couldn’t protect her.

I need not have worried. Our trip passed uneventfully, but the first night we discovered how cold the evenings could be. We were eating cold rations so we hadn’t bothered with a fire. Lying on a lumpy bedroll and wrapped in a simple wool blanket we huddled together for warmth.

“It’s awfully cold. Couldn’t you just ‘bippity boppity boo’ up a fire for warmth?” she suggested.

“Then we wouldn’t have an excuse to snuggle!”

“As if you ever needed an excuse!” she replied mockingly, but her eyes were smiling.

Overall it was a pleasant trip. Rather like a camping vacation. We rode, we ate, we camped and within a span of six days we arrived at Albamarl. We had passed through several villages on the way but we declined to stay in them. Something about the novelty of being on our own, alone for the first time; appealed to both of us. I think we were both a bit regretful that the trip was over when we reached the city gates.

Neither of us had ever been outside of the area of Lancaster or Washbrook, so the sight of the great city was a shock. The pictures and drawings I had seen in books just didn’t do it justice. It was so big. The road was paved the last few miles before we reached the massive gates. At the entrance the road expanded until it was over thirty feet wide, flanked on either side by two massive towers of stone.

There was a famous quarry near the capital, which produced a lot of rose granite, so everything had been faced with it. This had the effect of making the entire city sort of pink. For that reason Albamarl was sometimes called the ‘Rose of Lothion’.

The guards took no notice of us as we entered. I suppose so many people went through the gates each day they couldn’t question them all. I stopped to ask one how to reach the royal palace and he looked at me oddly, “Just follow the main street. You’ll know it when you see it.” He turned away, without waiting to see if I had any more questions. I decided if I ever had guards they’d be trained to be more polite.

His directions turned out to be more than adequate though. The main road was straight, heading directly into the heart of the city. Various winding streets led away from it, probably circling the great city, but this street went straight to the center, like the spoke of a wheel. We passed stone buildings and houses, shops and businesses, till at last we reached