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

Dorian glared at her. Uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going he sought to change it, “Penny you’ll be pleased when you see your rooms. We finished setting up the furnishings and the workmen completed the rest of that floor as well.”

The light in her eyes went out, “I’m sure it’s very nice Dorian but I won’t be staying there. Mordecai has decided to terminate our engagement.”

“What!?” Dorian’s shout was exceptional. He managed to draw that one word out into a ten second exclamation of shock and dismay. Across the table my father’s face also showed surprise but he kept his silence. He was wise enough to wait till later to question me about it. Dorian recovered his voice and went on, “What did you do!?” Naturally he was addressing me. I worried for a moment he might try to throttle me.

“Whoa! Calm down Dorian. We can talk about it later, this isn’t the time,” Marc interjected, hoping to forestall a messy argument. Dorian looked from Marc to me and back to Marc again. His face was clearly communicating the message that we would need to talk... and soon.

Penny broke the awkward pause, “I’ll need alternative sleeping arrangements Dorian. My master...,” her eyes shot me a look of utter disdain, “requires that I stay within two hundred yards of his presence at all times.”

That riled me up, “Now hold on here, Penelope!” I spit her name out as if it were a curse. “The two hundred yards is a result of the bond you lied to me about, so don’t go trying to hang the blame on me for that!”

“I stand corrected. Please forgive me your excellency,” she replied in mock obeisance. “As you can see Dorian I am no longer worthy of being in his lordship’s exalted presence so I will require a different room.”

Poor Dorian was caught in the middle, and ill-equipped to deal with it. “Well, there’s not much extra room at the present. I was going to offer to have Cyhan and Marcus stay in your old house, but if you need it...”

“That’s too far for her,” Cyhan put in, “but for me it would be fine.”

“What about the other rooms?” Penny asked. The floor that held our suite also had a number of rooms for guests.

“All the villagers are sleeping inside the walls at night. The rooms have been occupied though I suppose I could put one of the families in the barracks...,” Dean suggested.

“No that’s fine,” Penny said. “Cyhan won’t mind the barracks; he’s a military man after all. We can both stay there.” Cyhan’s eyebrows went up at this.

“I don’t mind the barracks either,” Marc said.

“You can stay with me,” I said. “I will have room after all.”

Once everyone had settled upon the sleeping arrangements they started to head out but I had one more announcement, “Before you go… I have some bad news.”

“Haven’t we had enough bad news for one evening?” Dorian replied.

“I’m afraid this is even worse. The kingdom of Gododdin will invade Lothion come spring. Arundel, Cameron and Lancaster will be the first to feel the brunt of the assault,” I informed them.

“How do you know this?” Dorian asked, furrowing his brow.

“One of Penelope’s visions and some timely information from the Lady of the Evening Star,” I nodded at Penny and Marc.

Everyone began talking at once and I was forced to shout to be heard, “I know this is unexpected but hear me out!” After they had quieted I began detailing what we knew, which wasn’t much, other than the time and place. I also shared my conversation with King Edward; they needed to know that help wouldn’t be forthcoming. When I had finished the conversation rapidly fell into chaos again.

Royce interrupted. Though he spoke calmly everyone stopped to hear what he said, “I have a suggestion. Why don’t we sleep on it? You’ve told us what you know, but we’re still getting a handle on it. We should wait until morning to start making plans, our heads will be clearer then.”

That sounded like a good idea so I seconded the notion. Soon people began to drift out and Penny took Cyhan by the arm, “I’ll show you where the barracks are.”

I’m sure an old veteran would be able to find the barracks without help but I didn’t say anything. Marc and Dorian were heading for the stairs. They were giving me glances which I figured meant they planned to grill me back in my rooms. I rose to follow them but my father stopped me. “I need to talk to you for a minute son,” he said.

I told Dorian I’d be along in a little while and turned to give him my attention. I had little doubt what he wanted to talk about. I steeled myself, disappointing him had always been my worst fear. He gave me a thoughtful look but didn’t say anything. He had a talent for talking without words. After a long silence he finally spoke, “Well?”

“Well what?” I replied. I felt like a rebellious teenager again, which was odd since I had never really had a rebellious stage. I imagined if I were a teenager and rebellious, this was probably what it would feel like.

“What do I tell your mother?” he asked.

“Why isn’t she here anyway?”

“Because you didn’t bother to stop on your way in and tell her you were back. You’re lucky I was here or I’d still be thinking you were in the capital too,” his words were a rebuke.

“Sorry I didn’t think. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. I’ll come by in the morning and see her,” he already had me apologizing. I never understood how that happened.

“What’s going on with you and Penny?”

“I don’t really understand it myself Dad. She lied to me about this bond...,” I gave him a little background. I don’t think he had ever really understood exactly what an Anath’Meridum was before. I also told him about the voices and the stone lady. Before