About Me
- Satima Flavell
- Perth, Western Australia, Australia
- I am based in Perth, Western Australia. You might enjoy my books - The Dagger of Dresnia, the first book of the Talismans Trilogy, is available at all good online book shops as is Book two, The Cloak of Challiver. Book three, The Seer of Syland, is in preparation. I trained in piano and singing at the NSW Conservatorium of Music. I also trained in dance (Scully-Borovansky, WAAPA) and drama (NIDA). Since 1987 I have been writing reviews of performances in all genres for a variety of publications, including Music Maker, ArtsWest, Dance Australia, The Australian and others. Now semi-retired, I still write occasionally for the ArtsHub website.
My books
The first two books of my trilogy, The Talismans, (The Dagger of Dresnia, and book two, The Cloak of Challiver) are available in e-book format from Smashwords, Amazon and other online sellers. Book three of the trilogy, The Seer of Syland, is in preparation.I also have a short story, 'La Belle Dame', in print - see Mythic Resonance below - as well as well as a few poems in various places.
The best way to contact me is via Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/satimaflavell
Buy The Talismans
The first two books of The Talismans trilogy were published by Satalyte Publications, which, sadly, has gone out of business. However, The Dagger of Dresnia and The Cloak of Challiver are available as ebooks on the usual book-selling websites, and book three, The Seer of Syland, is in preparation.
The easiest way to contact me is via Facebook.
The Dagger of Dresnia
The Cloak of Challiver, Book two of The Talismans
Mythic Resonance
Mythic Resonance is an excellent anthology that includes my short story 'La Belle Dame', together with great stories from Alan Baxter, Donna Maree Hanson, Sue Burstynski, Nike Sulway and nine more fantastic authors! Just $US3.99 from Amazon.
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Sunday 26 August 2018
The Cloak of Challiver, Prologue and Chapter One
Sunday, August 26, 2018 |
Posted by
Satima Flavell
Prologue
* * *
Jedderin carefully lifted the shrubby
branches that blocked his path, willing them to make no sound as they brushed
each other and his clothing. Stealth was essential, silence imperative, if he
was going to get his son back.
Only he wasn’t getting him back: he’d never had him in the
first place. Anger at Norduria and Fiersten for keeping him from his boy arose
in him for the thousandth time. If he did succeed in snatching Everan now, he
would never let him go again.
And there he was, the precious child, counting a collection
of pebbles. He had sorted them into piles according to colour. ‘One, two,
three, brown; one, two, three, four green…’
Jedderin’s heart leapt at the sound of the clear, musical
voice he’d never heard in all the child’s four years. He took a step forward,
longing to scoop his son up into his arms, but on the other side of the
clearing, Auberin put up a hand that clearly said ‘wait’. He was still creating
wards, as were Ellyria and Ostrin in the other two quarters of the circle. They
must make no mistake this time. Any time now, his mother and her paramour would
start to teach him basic magic, and the boy must not be corrupted. If he learnt
magic at all, it must be the right kind — the kind that helps people. The sort
of magic Ellyria had taught Jedderin, Auberin and Ostrin, years before.
Jedderin pulled his mind back to his spell-casting and
finished the warding of his quadrant. The four nodded to each other.
Now, Jedderin! Auberin’s command
rang in Jedderin’s mind, but he was already halfway across the clearing. He
scooped Everan into his arms as the others hastened to join him. Ellyria was
already mouthing the vortex-summoning spell to carry them safely back to
Stavershall.
Part One: twenty-one years later
* * *
Ellyria stretched up her arms to the sun-drenched sky and drew in a
deep breath. Such a lovely early summer’s morning for a walk in the orchard!
But it wouldn’t be a long walk. Any time now, they would have to leave for
Dresnia for the boys’ birthday celebration.
The boys! Ellyria smiled. They
hadn’t been boys these twenty years and more, but she still thought of them as
her babies, and always would. Yet today was their fortieth birthday. She shook
her head in disbelief, pausing under the plum tree beside the door that led to the seaward
sally port. The young fruits were swelling fast in the unseasonably warm
weather.
The
sound of voices made her turn. Lyrien and Milana had entered the orchard and
had their backs to Ellyria as Milana shut the gate. As always, Ellyria was
struck by the contrast between the two girls: Milana, tall and slender, with
blonde hair not unlike Ellyria’s own, and Lyrien, short, stocky and red-haired,
a throwback to Fairstad’s family, like Polivana.
Polivana.
Ellyria swallowed the lump in her throat as a laughing face surrounded by
ringlets came to mind. The Dark Spirit’s
first payment. Lady forbid that either of these two should meet the same fate.
The pair turned, Lyrien slipping her arm
through Milana’s as they strolled down the path. ‘Just imagine, Mil, this time
next year you’ll be an old married woman. That’s going to curtail your
freedom!’
Milana grinned. ‘Only if Daddy has his way.’
‘Give this Prince Morifer a chance. You might
even like him.’
Milana grimaced. ‘I doubt it. He’s
thirty-three! That’s fifteen whole years older than me. And apparently he’s mad
keen on hawking and hunting. He really doesn’t sound like my type at all.’
‘He looks quite handsome, though, from his
portrait.’
‘That’s only to be expected. Artists always
see the best in their subjects, don’t they? If I were really as pretty as the
portrait my father sent to Falrouvia, there would be men lining up to court me
every single day.’
Lyrien chuckled. ‘I’m sure there would be,
considering the fat dowry your father is promising — Grandmamma!’
Ellyria held out her arms. ‘Good morning,
ladies!’
The girls picked up their skirts and ran down
the path to hug Ellyria. ‘I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation. So
this marriage your father’s considering doesn’t appeal, Milana?’
‘Appeal? Spend the rest of my life in
Falrouvia? It’s freezing cold there, and I’d hardly ever get back for visits.’
‘But you’ll have to marry someone, and
Falrouvia is only a couple of days’ sail. If they were talking about sending
you to Kyrisia I’d be worried, but really, Falrouvia’s not all that bad.’
‘Well, I don’t want to go, that’s all. Anyhow,
why are they marrying me off at eighteen when Lyrien’s one and twenty and
unwed?’
Lyrien shrugged. ‘Father has this strange idea
that Linvar should marry first and ensure the succession by having a son or
two. He wants him to marry a local girl rather than someone from the continent,
and so far no one has measured up. She needs to come from a good, loyal family,
not too rich and not too poor, and preferably not have brothers. Father says
brothers-in-law might get ideas above their station and try to take the throne
for themselves if Linvar were to die young. And he won’t have me marrying
anyone until Linvar has an heir or two for the same reason.’
‘I haven’t seen Linvar for months,’ said
Ellyria. ‘Is he still keen on handiwork?’
Lyrien nodded. ‘Yes. The latest fad is
learning to plough, of all things. He’s spent hours and hours some days, out at
the home farm, guiding a team of oxen up and down a field. I don’t know what he
sees in it, myself.’
Milana’s creased brow suggested some deep
thinking was going on. ‘Getting back to you not being allowed to marry until
Linvar has an heir – is that fair? What if you met someone you really wanted to
marry?’
Lyrien shrugged again. ‘It hasn’t happened
yet, and I must have met every eligible man in the Islands. But I think it’s
because since that business with Prince Nidvar, the whole family has become
more aware of the importance of a secure succession.’
‘But that was years ago, cuz, and we’ve been
at peace ever since.’
Ellyria broke in. ‘Nidvar was a troublemaker.
And it was all a long time ago.’ She bent over to smell a lavender bush. ‘Isn’t
this beautiful? And so early this year.’
Lyrien also bent over the fragrant plants,
taking a deep breath. ‘It’s divine. I love herb gardens!’
Milana laughed. ‘Maybe you should get
Grandmamma to teach you to make some of her magic potions!’
‘I’d like that, but I don’t think I’ve got
time for herbalism as well as music. They are both pursuits that people devote
their whole lives to, and I’ve only got one life.’ Lyrien stood up and stroked
the leaves of the lavender bush, obviously reluctant to move on.
‘And a life that’s busy enough already, from
the sound of things’, said Ellyria. ‘Are you looking forward to tonight’s
party?’
The girls both nodded assent, but it was
Lyrien who spoke first. ‘I’ll play with the musicians, if I’m allowed, and
leave the dancing to Milana.’
Milana grinned. ‘I’m sure they’d rather see me
dance and you play than the other way around. I can keep time all right but I
can’t even carry a tune. I hope all our cousins will be there so I’ve got
plenty of partners! Grandmamma, are Danvard and Pedwen coming, do you think?’
Ellyria shook her head. ‘I doubt it. They’re
due back from Kyrisia anytime — they might even be home already — but even when
they’re home they’re always off sailing with that Seafaring Academy your Uncle
Volran founded.’
‘Well, we’ll find out tonight, I suppose. And
we should be getting back, shouldn’t we — they’d nearly finished carting stuff
down to the barge when Lyrien and I sneaked out.’
Lyrien pulled a flask from her belt and pulled
out the cork. ‘It’s thirsty weather for this time of year, isn’t it?’ Her face
lit up as she looked over down the path beside the lavender plot. ‘Ooh, look —
apricots, already!’
She hastened down the path to the apricot
tree. ‘Apricots are my favourite fruit! It will be ages before they are ripe,
though.’
Still holding the flask to her mouth, Lyien reached
up to squeeze one of the tiny fruit. ‘Oops!’ She lost her balance and the flask
flew from her hand to land at Ellyria’s feet, spilling milk on the soil beneath
the tree. ‘Oh Grandmamma, I’m sorry — did the milk splash your gown?’ She bent
over and retrieved the flask.
Ellyria staggered and gasped, leaning one hand
on the tree trunk and struggling for breath as she tried to calm her thundering
heart. ‘No, no, I’m fine, Lyrien. Milana, I don’t suppose you know what
rootstock they used to graft this tree?’
‘Yes, I do know, Grandmamma. It’s only an
apricot tree because someone grafted apricot twigs onto the roots of a damson
tree. One of the gardeners explained it to me. It’s fascinating. They cut
sprouting leaf buds from one tree and somehow stick them into a slit on a
different tree. Amazing, isn’t it?’ She turned to Lyrien. ‘We really ought to
be getting back. Will you excuse us, Grandmamma?’
Ellyria nodded. ‘Of course.’ Her heart still pounded
but she managed a smile as the cousins turned to leave.
Milana grabbed Lyrien’s arm. ‘Come on, Lyrien
— Binny will be furious with me.’
‘You’re still frightened of your old nurse?’
Lyrien’s laugh rang out as the two girls started up the path.
‘You’d be frightened of Binny, too, if you’d
felt her hand on your bottom as often I did when I was little!’
The
gate shut behind the pair and their voices faded as Ellyria leant her back
against the tree, shaking and fighting back tears. The old spell, the one she
herself had cast twenty-two years before, taunted her mind. Get thee to hell and stay in hell, till hell
be tired of thee. Or if heaven will’t till milk be spilt, ’neath apricots grown
on a damson tree.
Gods
in heaven! Her granddaughter had opened the door to the Dark Spirit.
* * *
Nustofer paced the floor of his cell bed to
window, window to door, door to bed and back to the window. Years of pacing had
worn a groove in the flagstones. He knew exactly how many steps each side of
the triangle had. Three steps to the window, five to the door, four to the bed.
Twelve steps. The same twelve steps, day after day, for twenty-two years.
He
flexed his fingers and stretched. His body was still strong, just as the Dark
Spirit had promised. Surely that meant the other part of the promise would eventually
be redeemed? But his confidence grew thin sometimes. What was the point in
having a healthy body that never aged beyond fifty, if he could not enjoy life?
Sometimes he imagined his walk was around a tiny courtyard, with flower baskets
on the walls. His bed became a seat where he might sit with a lover — a
delightful young thing, fair of hair and slender of body. Like
Ellyria.
But as
for Ellyria herself — he spat on her! Foul witch that she was, she still roamed
free in the world while he was buried here, far from home, far from the
delights of love. The only consolation was that Ellyria would have aged twenty-one
years. She would be a wrinkled old hag by now, no doubt.
Nustofer
paused by the window and peered through the narrow aperture. There were
tantalising glimpses of the forest-covered hills beyond the walls of the
monastery that was his prison. He had not been outside those walls since he’d
been incarcerated, all those years ago. And most days he never left his cell.
If only the Dark Spirit would redeem the second part of its promise and come to
release him!
The door
rattled as the key turned. Dinnertime. On feast days, the inmates were allowed
to eat in the refectory, but on most other days they were simply left to rot in
their cells. Not that Nustofer wanted their company. They were all insane. The
monks thought he was insane, too, but he knew it wasn’t true. He had been mad
once: driven mad by the witch and her magic, but no longer. The Dark Spirit’s
spell had cleared his brain and strengthened his body. Of course, Ellyria’s
magic still lingered, so he still had the fits, but that wasn’t the same as
being mad, was it?
Two
novice monks brought his bowl of potage. The physicians thought he was violent,
so they always sent two boys. Perhaps he did cry out and thrash about when the
witch’s magic overtook him and the fits came, but they didn’t come as often
these days. Yet he wasn’t allowed in the chapel because of the fits.
Not that
he wanted to go to chapel, anyway. He had long since given his allegiance
elsewhere.
He ate
the food slowly, making the most of every mouthful. When your life revolves
around three meagre meals a day, it’s best to stretch the few benefits. The
next event would be the candle, which was brought every night at dusk.
And as
usual, the novices came back for the bowl, bringing the fat stub of an altar
candle and fire in a small cauldron to light it. They closed the shutter over
the window, set the candle in its sconce, lit it and departed, with barely a
nod to Nustofer as they left.
He sat
on his bed, gazing at the candle in its wall sconce. The stubs always burnt out
within an hour or so, and after that there was nothing to do but sleep. He
might as well watch it burn, for there was nothing else to do now, either.
The
candle flickered, creating shadows on the walls and ceiling. Its
trance-inducing dance made shadows on the walls. He watched them leap and
flicker and die, only to leap again. Their dance varied from night to night,
depending on which draft was worse, the one from around the window shutters or
the one from under the door.
A sudden
rush of air, and the shadows took on a different pattern. Enormous wing shapes
covered the walls. Nustofer fell to his knees, fear clutching his belly. He had
forgotten the sheer terror the Dark Spirit’s presence engendered.
The
terror lasted only a few wild heartbeats, to be replaced by an overwhelming
joy. ‘You have come at last,’ he cried out. ‘I knew you would come, even after
all these years!’
The Dark
Spirit’s form gradually solidified in the candlelight. Nustofer had also
forgotten how tall it was. Its head almost reached the ceiling and its
shoulders were as wide as the trestles in the dining hall.
It
smiled its cruel smile, and Nustofer shuddered.
‘Apologies,
my friend’, said the Spirit. ‘I was detained by my hellish neighbours. But now
it is time to take our vengeance on Ellyria and her house, is it not? Like you,
I have had plenty of time to lay plans.’ The Spirit’s gaze flickered over
Nustofer. ‘I think, my friend, it is time to renew that body of yours. Renew — and,
shall we say, make a few improvements.’
Nustofer
flinched as the Spirit touched him on the forehead. He had forgotten that cold
touch. He felt as if he was being stretched. He looked down to see that his
thighs were visibly lengthening. He tried to get to his feet but found himself
stumbling like a new-born colt.
The Spirit took his arm. ‘Careful, my friend. It will take you an hour or two to
learn the distance from your head to your feet. Now, how about some new attire?
You must be tired of that grey robe by now. And how long is it since you last
handled a sword?’
‘Many
years, Your Grace. Many, many years. I entered the order when I was seventeen
and have not touched a weapon since.’
‘Then
you will need practice. I shall make sure you get it. But let me see… yes,
black, I think, with a brighter-coloured surcoat.’
Nustofer
looked down and found himself clad like a prince. Under his red and yellow
surcoat, a coat of mail glinted in the candlelight. A weight at his left hip
told him he bore a large sword. He glanced down. If the sword was worthy of its
finely crafted scabbard, it must be a fine blade indeed. And a weight at his
right hip had the satisfying feel of a purse well laden with coins.
The Dark
Spirit gave him a mocking bow. ‘Splendid, Prince Morifer. Shall we go now, my
lord?’
‘Prince?’
Nustofer’s heart leapt. Rank, position, all the money he could want, servants
to command — everything he’d always wanted would be his.
‘Yes,
you are taking the place of a certain Falrouvian prince who has met with, shall
we say, a misadventure on his way to court the very lovely Princess Milana of
Syland.’ The spirit pressed a hand to Nustofer’s forehead. ‘You will have all
his memories and abilities. Your own will fade into the background, and will
seem almost a dream. Come now, your master-at-arms awaits.’
* * *
Ellyria made her way down to the dining hall, anxiety still gnawing at her. In her darker moments, she cursed her granddaughter, only to berate herself. It was hardly Lyrien’s fault that the spell has been framed in terms of apricots growing on a damson tree. Anyway, if the Dark Spirit was true to form, it would come to gloat at her sooner rather than later. She pushed the anxiety away and turned her mind to happier things. Soon the whole family would be together for the birthday.
She turned at the sound of someone coming up behind her, and
forced a smile when she saw who it was. ‘Hello, Milana! You’re all ready for a
party, then? You look a lot more grown up in that red velvet!’
‘Of course I’m grown up! You don’t see me often enough,
Grandmamma. Are your students keeping you busy, that you visit us so seldom?’
‘I have only a couple of students at present, Milana, and
they don’t consult me very often. How is your own practice coming along? Any
luck with the scrying?’
Milana shook her head. ‘I practise sometimes, but I don’t
think I’ll ever be any good at it, Grandmamma. I hardly ever see anything in
the water and when I do I can’t tell whether it’s past, present or future or just
something my mind has dreamed up.’
Ellyria laughed. ‘Never mind, my dear. There are plenty of
worthwhile things to do other than magic. But do keep trying now and then.
Maybe one day the lock will go ‘click’ and you’ll find yourself able to scry
with the best of them. But what about your proposed fiancĂ©? Isn’t he coming to
visit soon?’
Milana grimaced. ‘I’m afraid so. I know Daddy means the best
for me, but the man is far too old, by my reckoning.’
‘Give him a chance, my dear. You might actually like him
when you meet.’
‘Mm, that’s what Lyrien says, too,’ was Milana’s
noncommittal reply. They descended the staircase and rounded the screen that
separated it from the Great Hall. Beverak, Tammi, Linvar and Lyrien were
already there, with Melrad and Edeanna with Urbancho, Milana’s brother.
Ellyria crossed to where Tammi stood chatting to Edeanna.
‘Where are Volran and Zavardi?’
‘Not here yet,’ Tammi replied. ‘You know how rough the
channel can be this time of year. I suspect they’ve missed the tide and will
have to be rowed in by boat instead of waiting for the ship to dock. Shall we
sit down?’
Just as they were taking their seats a page announced the
arrival of the Challivan royals. Volran, Ellyria noted, looked flushed and
breathless. Both he and Zavardi were overweight. Their enormous appetites were
the stuff of jokes, and not just within the family. Ellyria strode over to
greet them with a formal embrace apiece.
‘You’re wearing the cloak, Volran! It’s not looking bad is
it, to say it’s over twenty years since I wove it. Not an easy night’s work, I
can tell you!’
Volran smiled. ‘It was worth it, Mother, to make such a fine
piece. And it’s warm, too, so I don’t only wear it on ceremonial occasions.’
'I hope you put it on every day, Volran, as I instructed. It
will lose its power to keep you and your bloodline safe if you don’t.’
‘Oh, he does wear it daily, Mother!’ Zavardi’s lovely dark
face shone with love and pride. ‘And talisman or not, it really is quite the
best-made cloak I’ve ever seen.’
‘Well, now he has a chance to show it off to the Dresnian
court. Shall we sit down?’
They took their places at the high table, and Beverak gave
the signal for the courtiers on the floor below to be seated.
‘Are the boys still in Kyrisia, then?’ Ellyria asked.
‘Yes, they are, but they should be back within the next few
days,’ Volran replied.
‘Not that we’ll see much more of them when they are home,’
said Zavardi. ‘They still spend more time out with the Sea Training Academy
than they do sitting in court with their father. They can wrap him around their
little fingers, you know.’
‘Ah, they’re good boys, my dear,’ put in Volran. ‘They’ll
settle down to more formal duties within a year or two, you’ll see.’
Ellyria resisted joining the argument. Kings’ sons should be
trained to rule, but Volran had always indulged his boys. Heaven help Challiver
if the pair didn’t settle down and anything happened to Volran… She pushed the
thought away and reached for her spoon. The spell on the Dark Spirit was
undone, and there was no point in fretting about it. Better to enjoy what
happiness they could, for once the Dark Spirit showed its hand, chaos would
surely reign again, for the dagger of Dresnia, lost these twenty-odd years, was
still missing. Ellyria still clung to the remote hope that it would turn up,
but that’s all it was, a remote hope. If it hadn’t been found by now, it
probably never would be.
There was dancing after dinner, and Ellyria looked on fondly
as Milana danced with Linvar. Lyrien was sitting with the musicians, merrily
tootling away on a pipe, while Tammi and Beverak had joined the dancers on the
floor, where trestles were still being pushed back as more and more couples
joined the throng. If only life could always be like this!
But it couldn’t last. She’d
tried to persuade herself that the Dark Spirit would not come back to claim the
rest of its price for curing her sons, but it was just a silly hope. Poor
little Polivana had been the first payment, and the spirit would want the lives
of two more young women when it returned. She had taken every precaution in
case this should happen. She’d made jewellery, well laced with protective
spells, for both her granddaughters, and had set wards on all the royal
residences — but no matter what she did, the Dark Spirit would surely find a
way around it. She just hoped she would get some warning before it did.
Come back for Chapter Two tomorrow!
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