Sea of Shadows (Age of Legends 1) - Page 56

As Ashyn settled, though, she noticed Gregor standing in front of Beatrix and Wenda, motioning frantically, saying something she couldn't hear over the girl's sobs.

Ashyn pushed up again. Wenda raced over and threw herself into Ashyn's arms, head buried against her as she cried.

"What happened?" Ashyn asked.

Gregor turned to her. "The girl had a nightmare. She dreamed--"

"It was not a nightmare!" Wenda pushed from Ashyn's arms and swiped at her tears. "You touched me."

"Touched . . . ?" Ashyn began.

"He came into my sleeping blanket. I felt someone there, and I forgot where I was and thought it was my sister. I moved closer to get warm, and then I felt his hand on my leg. It was moving toward my . . ." She leaned and whispered the rest to Ashyn.

Ashyn sprang up. "Gregor!"

"No!" His face filled with what looked like genuine horror. "I swear on my ancestors I did not do this, Seeker. I could . . . I could not imagine such a thing. The girl is mistaken. She's had a nightmare. I swear--"

Wenda howled and ran at him. Ashyn grabbed her, and the girl sobbed that she had not dreamed it. Beatrix took her, and she collapsed against the older woman.

"I did not do this," Gregor said. "I am not saying the child is telling tales, only that she is mistaken."

"How would she even imagine such a thing?" Beatrix said.

As Ashyn thought it through, the arguing and accusations gradually ceased, and she glanced up to see everyone looking at her. Waiting for her to give her opinion.

No, they don't await your opinion. They await your verdict.

With neither the commander nor the governor in their party, the weight of authority fell to her.

She looked from Gregor's horror to Wenda's anguish, both seeming equally certain of what had--or had not--occurred here. Then to Beatrix, her glower and stiff back placing her firmly on Wenda's side.

Ashyn was not qualified to make this decision. Yet they expected it of her. They needed it.

I can do this.

I must do this.

"Wenda," she said. "I need you to tell me again what happened. Gregor? Please don't interrupt her. You'll have your turn."

And so she proceeded, exactly as she'd seen the governor conduct trials. Each party told their story. The witness--Beatrix--told hers.

Wenda's story did not change. She'd awoken to find Gregor in her sleeping blankets, his hand moving up her leg. Gregor simply said it did not happen. He was asleep in his own blankets. He awoke to Wenda striking him with her fists. Beatrix woke to see the two of them on their feet. She said they were nearer Wenda's blankets than Gregor's, but the two were separated by only a few paces.

There was, then, no easy answer. Gregor looked genuinely horrified; the girl genuinely traumatized. Could it have been a misunderstanding? Gregor rolling in his sleep, thinking it was a woman by his side? Or Wenda having a nightmare that seemed real?

Ashyn carefully suggested the possibility of an accident or misunderstanding, avoiding blame, but they vehemently denied it. Wenda said it happened; Gregor said it did not. Beatrix could add no evidence. The decision rested on her.

If she had any personal feelings on the matter, they sided with Wenda. She knew the girl to be good and honest. She barely knew Gregor at all, even after four days together. Yet that did not seem a valid criterion for such a judgment. Even were she to find Gregor guilty, his punishment would be imprisonment in the town where they now headed. She could insist he wait until the sun was high, then follow the same road, but if they were to encounter trouble, they would have no warriors to aid them. To punish Gregor could punish them all.

"I am not qualified to preside in a court of legal matters," she said finally. "I must commend Gregor to the court in Fairview, where we now head. He will accompany us, but staying in the lead to scout our path. Wenda will sleep in Beatrix's blankets. And Gregor shall give the child his dagger."

The last part was, as she expected, the most contentious. Wenda was thrilled to have the blade. Beatrix was concerned and offered to hold on to it for her, but Ashyn said she'd show her how to carry it properly.

As they prepared to set out early, Ashyn excused herself to tell Ronan that they would not be leaving together.

The next morning Ashyn woke to Ronan's voice whispering her name. She opened her eyes to see his face over hers, his eyes looking into hers, his lips over hers. She thought . . . Well, she supposed it was obvious what she thought. Not, she corrected later, that she actually believed he'd come to her in the night, driven by an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Such things happened often in songs, but Ashyn suspected they rarely did in real life.

What she truly thought was that she was dreaming.

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