The Runaway King (Ascendance 2) - Page 128

“Last night. I put it under my cot before bed.”

ad whipped around, and I scrambled up near him and some other men to where I could get a better view. How dare she? It was hard enough to get her safely away the first time. There was no chance I could do it again, and even if I could, not before it was too late. But from where I stood, I still couldn’t see her.

“They are not alone,” the vigil continued. “They’re prisoners.”

“Whose prisoners?” Agor yanked the scope from the vigil’s hands and pressed it to his eye.

“Who is it?” Devlin demanded.

Agor returned the scope to the vigil and called back, “It looks like that Carthyan soldier, the one who helped Vargan get our men into Drylliad. What was his name?”

Devlin pulled out his sword and his tone went sour. “Gregor Breslan.”

I shrank against the nearby tree, my heart pounding wildly. Gregor had come to Tarblade Bay. And Imogen was his prisoner.

I was carefully hidden from Gregor as he rode into camp towing Imogen and Fink on Mystic’s back, yet from where I stood I still had a good view of everything. Imogen and Fink were tied together with the rope I’d given Fink, and both looked terrified.

My mind raced to decide what to do next. Neither Imogen nor Fink was a pirate, so they weren’t bound by the code. Not officially anyway. I figured they’d be taken to the jail unharmed, where they’d remain until I could sneak down there and get them out.

With that settled, I turned my attention to Gregor’s arrival at camp. From the grumbles I heard, nobody was happy to see him here. But nothing they felt could’ve matched my distress. I couldn’t ignore the possibility that he’d already discovered Tobias and knew I was here. If so, then he’d come to expose me.

Just as Erick and I had done when we came, Gregor entered camp with his sword held high, blade down.

Agor was the first to approach him. “Master Breslan, weren’t you warned not to come here uninvited? The plan was for us to wait until after a steward was in place, when Jaron was less visible.”

“I knew that I couldn’t come without reason,” Gregor responded. “But I have that. First, allow me to present you with two of your runaways, as a gift.”

Fink must have told him they came from here. Imogen never would have.

“Where did you find them?” Agor asked.

“Miles from here. On the road to Dichell.”

I quietly groaned. Maybe they figured it would be harder to track their escape if they kept to the roads, but staying off any trail would have been better.

Erick crept up beside me, apparently unaware that I had no interest in petty conversation. He tapped my shoulder and said, “What do you think, Sage? What will they do to Fink and the flower girl?”

I shrugged in answer while Agor stepped closer to Gregor’s prisoners. “Whose idea was it to leave?”

“It was mine,” Imogen said. “I convinced the boy to come with me in case I needed help along the way.”

“That’s not true,” Fink said. “We both wanted to leave. We were scared.”

“Of course you were,” Agor said. “But you should have gone to Devlin and asked to be dismissed. To run under the cover of darkness looks very suspicious.”

“You should be suspicious,” Gregor said. “I don’t know the boy, but this is no ordinary girl. She was instrumental in bringing King Jaron back to the throne of Carthya. Everyone knows they are the closest of friends.”

This caught Devlin’s attention. He stepped forward and ordered a couple of pirates to pull Fink and Imogen off the horse. Fink was dragged off first. They set him on his knees and told him if he moved an inch they’d cut off his legs. Fink’s eyes were wide, and he didn’t blink once. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Next, Imogen was brought to face Devlin. She stood tall, but even from here I could sense her fear.

“How does a girl go from a friendship with the king of Carthya to coming into service for Avenian pirates?” Devlin asked.

“Gregor is wrong. Jaron isn’t my friend.” Imogen spoke so confidently I wondered whether she believed it. “He sent me away, as far from his castle as I could go. Even Gregor can vouch for that fact. I needed a living, so I came here.”

“Still, that’s a most amazing coincidence. Surely you know of our history with your king.” Devlin laughed darkly. “Gregor, tell her.”

“Conner hired these same pirates to kill Jaron four years ago,” Gregor said. “I’m sure in all your many conversations he must have mentioned that.” Then Gregor turned his attention to Devlin. “And it’s why I came. The regents have agreed to give you Bevin Conner. That fool was arrogant enough to believe he killed the royal family without help, that he alone had ties to you. I’m glad to be rid of him.”

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