Mageborn The Line of Illeniel by Michael Manning (interesting novels to read .txt) 📕

“What? Are you sure?”

“She’s certain, and I believe her... that’s part of the reason I didn’t want to accept her as my pact-bearer.”

Comprehension dawned visibly on his face. He chewed the thoughts over for a few moments before speaking again. It didn’t take him long though, he was a quick thinker. “So you think being a jackass will convince her to agree to end the bond?”

“I don’t know. Either that or I’ll figure a way to undo it myself. In any case when I’m gone it will be easier for her if she’s not head over heels in love with me. It will be easier for me too,” I finished.

“No it won’t. I swear, sometimes you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met,” he replied ruefully.

“Sometime in the next six months I have to kill an army’s worth of people. There’s no way we’re going to get enough men and supplies in half a year to stop an entire nation. What do you think that’s going to do to me Marc? I should be glad I’m dying. Do you think anyone can do that and just go back to living a normal life?” I asked.

“That’s precisely why you need her. You are going to need your friends and family. You’re going to need her support. If you cut yourself off from everyone you will turn into a monster,” he said emphatically.

“It doesn’t matter! I’ll be dead! What part of that are you not getting?” I shouted back at him.

“You don’t look dead to me. I don’t know what’s going to happen in six months. Maybe you will die, maybe you won’t. Recently I’ve come to believe in miracles, if you hadn’t noticed. But the most important thing, whether you accept that or not, is that if you cut yourself off from everyone you love, you might as well be dead already. Why rush things? Live! Make the most of the time you have!”

“She’s more important than that,” I said simply.

“Is that what it all boils down to? Her? Then you’re doubly a fool! This isn’t the way to get her to agree to break the bond.”

“Fine! You’re such a damn genius when it comes to women, why don’t you tell me how to get her to agree to it!?” I snapped.

Marc gave me a dark smile, “Think Mort, remember the past.”

“Huh?”

He leaned in closer, till our faces were barely a foot apart and explained, in detail, exactly how to get her to agree. The audacity of his idea shocked me.

“There’s no way I can be sure that will happen!” I exclaimed.

“You don’t have to be sure. Just lie; you’re the powerful wizard after all. No one has a clue what you can and can’t do... or know,” he gave me another of his most dazzling smiles.

“Lie to her?” I had never considered such a thing. “It doesn’t seem right.”

“You’ll be doing it to save her life remember?”

“That’s the same reasoning she gave for lying to me. How is this different?” I asked.

“It isn’t. Perhaps that will make it easier for you to forgive and forget in the meantime.” He leaned back in his saddle stretching as he looked to see how far down the road our companions were. “Just remember one thing Mort.”

“What’s that?”

“You have always been my best friend. I think of you as a brother. Hell, I’m closer to you than I am to my brother. I’m on your side so don’t shut me out again. If there is anything I can do to change the outcome I will, and I’ve got a pretty strong ally now. Don’t give up hope while you still have life in you,” he got down off his horse and walked over to mine.

I dismounted and gave him the hug I should have given him when I first saw him in the capital. Whatever else he was now, he was still my friend. We remounted and rode after Cyhan and Penny, urging our horses to a faster pace so we could catch up.

Neither Cyhan nor Penny asked us what we had talked about, and I didn’t volunteer any information. We rode the rest of the day listening to Marc’s stories about his adventures among the ladies of Albamarl. For a holy man he certainly had some wicked tales. Penny and I both laughed at a few of them, though we still weren’t talking. My heart was a bit lighter now that I had some hope, at least hope for her.

Chapter 18

The rest of our trip passed uneventfully and two days later we rode into Washbrook. I was surprised when we found two men at the outer gate. They seemed to be taking their job seriously as we approached.

“Ho the gate!” I called.

“Ho yerself! Who goes there?” One of the two men responded. I recognized him immediately, it was Cecil Draper.

“If you don’t remember me after a few short weeks I’ll have to question the wisdom of putting you on gate duty!” I responded amiably.

“Your Lordship! Sorry, I was jus’ doing my job. I trust all is well with you and the lady?” he nodded at Penelope.

“We’re fine,” I said, not daring to look at her. “How have things been since we left?”

“We’ve had quite a bit of excitement,” he said.

“What happened?” I asked immediately.

“I think you’d better talk to Lord Dorian or Joe McDaniel your lordship. They’ll want to tell you about it themselves,” he answered uncertainly.

“Do you know where they would be at the moment?”

“Most likely at the castle,” he replied.

I thanked him and we went through the gate. Not much had changed since we had left but there was an air of frenzied activity within. Children were working on bundles of torches in the main yard and men moved back and forth at their assigned tasks. The few women I saw seemed to be extremely busy.

“Let’s head home,” I announced, turning my horse to head for the main keep.

“You mean your home,” Penny said