The Squire and the Derelict
By: Caiti
Edited by: Juliette
Summary: The war with Carthak has begun and Jzet has found that her life has changed drastically: a new knight master, new friends, and new enemies. Meanwhile, a girl seeks revenge against a man who has ruined her life. With the help of unexpected sources, she sets out to kill him one and for all. Sequel to Land Across the Emerald Sea.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Tamora Pierce owns it all
June 12,
Corus,
the capital of Tortall;
in the fourth year of the reign of King Roald of Conte II and Shinkonami, his Queen
460 H.E. (Human Era)
It was to be the hottest day of June, according to the weather mages. The few ladies that remained at court during the summer holidays were dressed in their lightest summer dresses, the men in short sleeved shirts. All of them chose to remain inside though, to take shelter in the coolness of the stone castle.
All accept one person.
The newly made Squire, Jzet of Queenscove, lashed out at the practice dummy before her. The sword she held in her hand never stopped moving. In and out it struck, hitting the dummy each time. Sweat glistened on her whole body and her shirt was damp, but it did not stop her. She had a war to prepare for.
Court ladies that were three years younger than Jzet eyed her with pure disgust from the safety of their rooms. They all believed the idea of female warriors was a terrible one. It had been drilled consistently into their minds by their parents and the convent sisters.
"Look at that Queenscove chit." They all chided from the windows of their bedrooms. "She is filthy, covered in sweat like a dog. And look at her muscles! She has more than my brother. How disgraceful,"
The nineteen year old Squire did not care what they said. She never did and she would never would. Her only care was becoming a knight and defeating Zulch. The court ladies abuse would be taken care of later.
She moved onto archery. After taking a few shots, she strung her bow and hit the target, this time perfectly in the center. It had taken her a long time to develop her archery skills to the way they were now. Grinning at her accomplishment, she rewarded herself and took a swig of water from her canteen.
The ice cold water was a relief to in the unworldly temperatures that plagued Corus that day. She drank it greedily and then sat down in the dirt that was dryer than Jzet had ever seen it.
Jzet closed her eyes, as her breathing began to slow. She listened intently to the sounds around her. The cricket's soft hum filled her ears and a haughty stallion's snort could be heard.
"Jzet?" The voice snapped her out of her trance. It was her good friend and fellow Page, Kate of Malorie's Peak. She was fourteen, a fourth year Page, and taller than Jzet by two inches. Today, to keep herself cool, Kate's sleek brown hair was pulled into a horse tail to keep it off her sweaty face and she wore breeches that looked liked she'd cut them herself. They were sliced above her knees.
"Hey Kate," Jzet said in greeting, getting up from the dusty ground. "Do you want to practice with me?"
The girl shook her head. "No, I actually have a message for you from my Lord Padraig." She explained. She looked exhausted and Jzet noticed her brown eyes, that were usually sharp and mischievous, lacked their usual luster.
"Is there something wrong Kate?" Jzet questioned, ignoring her previous words. She was concerned for her friend.
Kate looked taken aback. "Do I really look that bad?" She asked tensely.
Jzet nodded and admitted, "Yeah, you do."
Kate sighed deeply. "I just miss Brandon. We haven't been separated for the last three years." Brandon of Tarside was Kate's best friend and Jzet's year mate. He had departed from the palace a week ago with his new knight master, Sir Lachran of Mindelan. They were traveling to where all the new squires were headed- Fort Stauton.
Jzet patted her friend sympathetically on the back. "I miss him too." She told the girl. "But, after this year you'll see him again Kate. I promise."
"What if he gets himself killed?" Kate said miserably.
"Brandon won't do anything stupid. He's a smart kid." Jzet reassured her.
Kate snorted loudly. "Brandon? A smart kid?" She laughed almost bitterly. "What Brandon are you talking about? Because it certainly isn't Brandon of Tarside,"
Jzet hid a grin. Brandon was always a jokester and usually got into tons of trouble. Kate was right. He would probably do something stupid.
"Well, if I ever get up there…" Jzet let out a small grimace of displeasure. She still didn't have a knight master. All her friends did, except her. Audrey even had one! She was up at Fort Stauton with her own father! "I'll do my best to protect him from doing anything too stupid." Jzet promised her younger friend.
Kate smiled tightly. "I know you will."
Jzet gave a small, forced smile of her own. "Now, let me see that letter from my lord."
Kate handed her an envelope with the seal of Lord Padraig of haMinich on it. Jzet sighed deeply and tore it open.
Dear Queenscove,
I am pleased to tell you that you finally have a prospective knight master. He plans to meet you in my office a bell after midday. Don't be late! You know I hate tardiness.
Lord Padraig
Jzet literally jumped for joy after she finished reading.
"Kate! Kate!" She cried happily. "I might have a knight master!"
Kate grinned widely. "That's great Jzet," She congratulated her with a hug. "Now, you can go and protect Brandon!"
Jzet laughed heartily. "Yep, I sure can."
Suddenly, a sharp bell chimed. The sound echoed over the grounds of the palace.
"Hey, that's the midday bell," Audrey offhandedly remarked, her stomach let out a low grumble. "Do you want to join me in the mess hall?"
"Midday bell!" Jzet exclaimed upon hearing those words. She was visibly panic stricken. "I can't join you in the mess! My meeting with my new knight master starts the next bell!" She quickly looked down at her clothing. It was sweat soaked. "And I certainly can't show up like this!" Jzet abruptly took off in a run towards the palace. "Sorry I can't stay! I'll see you later Kate!" She shouted over her shoulder.
When Jzet finally reached her new room in the Squire Wing, sweat was pouring out of her body so much, it was in her eyes.
"Lee? I need you to set me out a bath!" Jzet shouted and then cursed.
Damn, She thought grumpily. Jzet forgot Lee was gone too. She had left last week with Chuck to Fort Stauton.
Everyone she loved and cared about was at Fort Stauton. Her father and Audrey, Lee and Chuck, Brandon, even Jonathan was there!
She growled and kicked the wall in her anger. She wished she was there with them. Instead, she was cooped up in the palace a hundred miles away. What if a battle broke out? She thought nervously. Jzet kicked the wall again, this time in frustration. She did not want to think about their possible fates.
Jzet then suddenly remembered at least one piece of good news. Prince Jonathan was returning home to Corus tomorrow.
Jzet smiled to herself. She could not wait for his company. She certainly had been too lonely here for the past few weeks. It would be good to have her best friend around again.
But, unfortunately, as quickly as Jzet remembered, that good piece of news seemed to fade away. She had almost forgotten about something else or should she say someone else?
How could you have forgotten about her? Jzet thought disgustedly with a roll of her eyes.
Jonathan wasn't returning home to see Jzet or any of his other friends. Instead, his new bride was awaiting him, Princess Sadie from Tyra. She herself had arrived two days ago to Corus in a lavish fashion. Jzet swore Princess Sadie's traveling dress probably cost more than all the clothes in her wardrobe.
Pushing aside these distasteful thoughts about Jonathan's betrothed; Jzet hurried up and filled her big tub with cold water. She needed to bathe as fast as she could. Her appointment with Lord Padarig was a half an hour away and she wasn't even clean yet!
"God's curse it!" Jzet hollered, as she lowered her body into the ice cold water. It might have been refreshing, but it seemed to be numbing her whole body.
Ignoring her discomfort, she scrubbed swiftly, getting behind her ears, and even finding the flexibility to reach her back. Five minutes later, Jzet had jumped out of the tub and nearly slipped on the tiled floor. With another curse, she dried herself out with a fluffy yellow towel and then changed into her best summer clothing.
After pulling her shoulder length, black hair into a tight horse tail, Jzet, satisfied with her appearance, took off for Lord Padarig's office. She walked briskly, but did not run. She did not dare to make her face sweaty and dirty for her potential knight master.
"Are you here to see my Lord Padraig?" A stuffy looking manservant inquired once she arrived at the training master's office. He stood firmly between Lord Padarig's door and Jzet.
"Yes, I am." Jzet replied evenly. "He requested my presence."
"Oh," Was all the manservant could say and then he entered Lord Padraig's office, without another word.
Jzet stood their nervously cracking her fingers. Thoughts raced around her head so quickly, she was beginning to feel dizzy.
What if he doesn't like me? Jzet thought despairingly. What if he's some stupid conservative hoping to drive me off and embarrass me?
Instead of the stuffy manservant, Lord Padraig appeared in the doorway. His face looked stern as ever, but he had his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Well, well, well…" He said mockingly. "I am shocked Queenscove. You are actually early for your appointment."
"I know, my lord." Jzet told him, hiding a grin behind her Yamani mask. She might have been nervous, but the training master's joking manner still could make her smile. "I wanted to make a good first impression for this so called 'prospective knight master' you wrote about."
Lord Padraig grinned at their usual banter. "I don't believe it either." He admitted. "But, I wouldn't pass up a chance to finally get rid of you. You've been under my care for too long."
Jzet nodded. "I certainly agree with you on that one, my lord."
Without another word, Lord Padraig ushered Jzet inside his office. She was not surprised to find that it was dark and dreary as usual. The window curtains were closed tightly and the candles burned dimly inside. Jzet absolutely hated this room. It reminded her of a crypt.
Ignoring these thoughts, Jzet looked straight ahead and saw the stuffy manservant serving tea to a man, who sat in the chair directly in front of the training master's desk. The man had what looked like a full head of shaggy, fiery red hair. Well, that was at least what Jzet could see from behind.
"Sir Alan, this is Jzet of Queenscove." Lord Padarig announced, his hands motioned to Jzet.
On this cue, Jzet bowed quickly and low. "A pleasure, Sir Knight," She muttered. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment. Jzet certainly remembered Sir Alan of Pirate's Swoop. How could she forget, after all?
She had been sixteen when they first had met. It was a few months after the attack on Corus and Jzet was feeling thoroughly depressed. She had had a few too many drinks, her first experiment with alcohol, and Sir Alan was forced to take care of her.
Why in Mithros' name would this man want me to be his squire, Jzet thought, confused about his notions. Didn't he see me as trouble?
"The pleasure is all mine." He returned, casually. "I've wanted to meet you again for a long time."
Jzet swallowed hard. What was he playing at?
"Sit down Queenscove." The training master told her firmly. She obliged immediately and saw that a cup of tea was placed before her.
Jzet took a sip to calm her nerves and then looked up at Lord Padraig.
"Well, we all know why we are here." The training master began with a sigh. "Queenscove, as we both know, you are in desperate need for a knight master-"
"I am not in a desperate need." Jzet cut him off sharply, quite embarrassed. She did not want Sir Alan to know that no other knight wanted her as a squire. But, as she saw Lord Padraig's stony facial expression, she regretted her words instantly. He might have a joking manner, but he had a firm hand when it came to punishments. Jzet sighed at her reminiscence. She and Audrey had always managed to provoke his hard hand.
Lord Padraig raised his eye brows in warning. "As I was saying Queenscove…" He continued, when he made sure she would not speak again. Jzet hastily looked to her left and saw that Sir Alan was smirking, clearly amused. It made her feel slightly better. "Sir Alan is willing to put up with you for the next four years as your knight master." The older man grunted in displeasure and then mumbled sarcastically. "Something I don't think I would be able to do." The training master then coughed loudly and cleared his throat. "But, anyway Queenscove, it is up to you. Do you want Sir Alan do be your knight master? Or are you waiting for another offer?"
This was a ridiculous question. Lord Padraig knew she wasn't waiting for another offer. They had already discussed this a few weeks ago. All she was hoping for was someone that would actually want her as their squire.
"I am not waiting for another offer, my lord." Jzet reminded him. "I would be happy for Sir Alan to be my knight master."
Lord Padraig suddenly sprang up from his chair with a wide grin on his face. "Excellent!" He exclaimed merrily. Jzet had never seen him so relieved and happy before.
The two knights shook hands vigorously. "Thank you Sir Padraig," Jzet's new knight master said gratefully.
"No, no, no, thank you my dear boy," Lord Padarig told him, he looked absolutely thrilled. "I am just so happy she is in good hands."
"You mean out of your hands." Jzet muttered, eyeing her old training master distastefully. She couldn't believe he was so happy that she was finally leaving. But, then again, he was literally skipping around the palace after Audrey left. I guess we were real trouble. Jzet thought withsome satisfaction. She knew when she told her father this, he would be very proud.
"Ready to go Squire?" Sir Alan asked after the gratitude between the two knights was exchanged.
"Yes, sir," Jzet chirped cheerfully, letting it sink in that she finally had a knight master. He wasn't just any old knight either, he was the lioness' son! If anyone would treat her with respect, he would.
"Say good bye to Sir Padarig and thank him." He added as her first order.
"Good bye my lord," Jzet said solemnly, taking a deep breath, and then adding teasingly. "I hope I'm not the last Queenscove you ever train."
The training master suddenly began to choke. When Sir Alan thumped him on the back, he was finally able to speak. "L-l-last Queenscove," He stuttered and then groaned. "God's, I hope you're the last."
Jzet grinned mischievously. "We'll see about that, my lord."
Sir Alan shook his head and steered her towards the door. "Let's not try to torture the old man anymore for today Squire." He whispered in her ear. "You've probably done enough damage today to the poor man to last him a life time."
Jzet snorted disagreeably. "Fine,"
Sir Alan turned to Lord Padarig, who was now considerably pale. "Good day to you, sir,"
The training master just gawked, probably significantly disturbed at the thought of having to train another Queenscove. Jzet didn't even bother to hide a grin. She hoped that one day one of her children would train under Lord Padarig too.
It would deffinently be payback. Jzet thought menacingly.
"So, shall we move you to the knight's wing?" Sir Alan questioned after they left the training master's office. "There is a room next to mine with your name on it."
Jzet smiled. "I would like that."
After Sir Alan and Jzet spent the day moving her belongings, the two collapsed into arm chairs, clearly exhausted.
"That was hard work, Squire." Sir Alan said with a yawn. "Do you want to head down to the mess hall now? I know you are probably starving."
"No, not yet," Jzet told him, ignoring the growls of her stomach. She hadn't eaten lunch and she was absolutely famished, but she needed to ask him a question. "I want to ask you something first."
"Go ahead."
Jzet sighed. She hoped he wouldn't be offended by this. "I want to know why you chose me to be your squire."
She watched him finger his short red beard. His eyes, which were an odd shade of purple, observed her thoughtfully.
"You know Jzeliette…" Jzet hid a grimace. She hated to be called by her first name. "I am glad you asked this question. I-"
"Sir, I don't mean to interrupt, but-", Jzet cut in.
"It's fine."
Jzet kept her eyes on the floor. She was embarrassed about her disruption. It was just a minor matter.
"Um, could you call me Jzet, sir?" Jzet requested. "Jzeliette is just too long and formal for me."
"Of course, Squire," He said with a small smile of guarantee. "I'll continue answering your question."
Jzet nodded.
"I chose you as a squire, not just because of your abilities as a warrior, but your abilities as a healer." Sir Alan told her.
"What abilities as a healer?" Jzet muttered sarcastically. She could not believe her ears. Why would Sir Alan, or any knight for that matter, chose her as a squire for her healing abilities? She had none! Her Gift was as useless as fighting a spidren with a fork for Mithros sake!
Jzet's knight master grinned. "I know you don't have any Jzet." He said, not bothering to sugar coat it. "Neither do I. I was born without the Gift."
"Then, how are you supposed to help me with my Gift?" Jzet asked. This was so confusing to her.
"I can't, but I do know someone who can." Sir Alan told her. Jzet gulped. She had an idea who this person was, by the mischievous glint in her knight master's eyes.
"The Lioness?" Jzet guessed. She was positive that her speculation was correct.
"Bingo," He grinned again, causing to Jzet to cringe. This is going to be so much fun. She thought sarcastically. "You're going to the Lioness' summer training camp. Congrats,"
"What's the Lioness' summer training camp?" Jzet asked immediately, but she did not want to know. Whatever it was, it was bad.
"Oh… it's no biggie." Sir Alan reassured her, but to Jzet he was unconvincing. "You'll just do some healing exercises, swordsmanship lessons, physical conditioning, that's all. It's not that bad."
Jzet's green eyes went wide. "Swordsmanship lessons with the Lioness not bad?" Jzet cried in utter disbelief. "My father claimed he almost died during them."
Sir Alan looked uneasy.
"My other squires did not mind it so much." Jzet's knight master began and then his face scrunched up as if he was experiencing a bad memory. "But, then again…"
"Finish your sentence." Jzet demanded sharply, not caring that she was acting rude. She was absolutely certain that he was sending her to her death. Self preservation was all she cared about at the moment and she had a feeling her knight master was hiding something about this little 'training camp'.
"You'll never want to go if I finish my sentence." Sir Alan whined reluctantly, triggering Jzet to glare at him. "Fine," He looked exasperated. "I had two squires in the span of ten years. Both of them didn't make it through the first week of training camp. They both took off in the middle of the night and went back to Corus. Then they both demanded new knight masters." Sir Alan winced and then sighed. "I just thought it would be different with you. You look like the kind of kid that would be able to tough it out like a true warrior. But then again, maybe I was wrong…"
"You aren't wrong." Jzet told him hotly; afraid that he thought she was weak. "I am perfectly capable of handling whatever she dishes out at me."
Sir Alan grinned in relief.
"Excellent," He replied merrily causing Jzet to scowl. She knew he was setting her up for that one. He was just daring her to disagree. Curse him. She thought spitefully, wishing her new knight master wasn't so cunning. "Now that we have that settled, shall we get some dinner?"
"Fine," Jzet said, still grumpy into being tricked. She wondered if he said this to the last squire that ran away. Did he dare him too to disagree?
Sir Alan made his way for the door, Jzet followed closely behind him.
"Oh," Jzet's knight master turned around abruptly and faced her, "by the way, you are attending the welcoming ball for the Tyran Princess, Sadie, with me tomorrow and," He smirked wickedly, "your orders are to wear a dress."
"What?!"
Jzet sat in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, and completely humiliated. She looked nervously around her, her eyes darting to see any familiar faces. She hoped there were none. She did not dare to think of their reactions when they saw her in this… in this dress.
Her worst fears were confirmed.
"Nice dress Queenscove," Danrizh sneered, as he walked by her table. He was a fellow squire and one of Jzet's year mates. But, they certainly weren't any type of 'mates' at all. Instead, they were enemies. Danrizh Bazhair's conservative blood made him think female warriors were disgraceful.
"Nice black eye Danrizh," Jzet retorted coldly.
Danrizh looked confused. "I don't have a black eye."
"You will when I'm done with you." Jzet growled, hoping to frighten him.
It worked. Danrizh sneered and then scampered away without another word. Probably running back to his conservative knight master, Jzet thought with a scowl.
Suddenly, a voice boomed over the ball room. It was a herald. He stood on top of the stair case, a large scroll in his hand, and looked down upon the spectators below.
"Welcome all to the reception ball for Princess Sadie of Tyra, daughter of King Benedick and Queen Gertrude, and future bride of our own Prince, Jonathan." The herald announced and then after waiting for the applause to cease, he cried, "Presenting the beautiful Princess Sadie,"
He stepped aside and a breath taking lady appeared on the stair case. Jzet looked around and saw that some men's jaws were completely unhinged and they were staring at her, completely dumbfounded.
She was perfect in everyone's eyes. Her auburn curls fell to her shoulders in a graceful fashion, the other half of her hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her eyes, which were a light shade of blue, observed the crowd of Tortallan nobles sharply as if they were creatures she had never seen before.
With a twirl of her pale pink gown, she made her way before the majesties and curtsied.
"It is good to see you, Princess Sadie." King Roald greeted with a smile. "Please, take a seat beside my son."
"Of course, your majesty," Her voice was sweet like honey and Jzet could already tell there would be enough poetry written about her by morning that could fill a very large tomb.
Jzet sighed and looked up at Jonathan. He looked bedazzled by the beauty of his future bride.
Probably all the better that I chose not to go beyond friendship with him, Jzet thought, Look at him. He's like a love sick puppy already!
You sound jealous. Amischievous part of her mind told her.
Jealous? Why would I be jealous of her? Jzet argued with herself. She's just some fluff brained court lady!
Convinced that she wasn't jealous, Jzet peeled her eyes away from the betrothed couple and forced herself to look at the stairway, where more nobles would be descending. These nobles included her jerk of a knight master, who had forced her to wear a dress.
Jzet looked down at her bright, emerald green dress with disgust. He was going to pay for this one.
A few nobles' names were cried out and Jzet waited patiently for her own knight master's. She couldn't wait for him to come down those steps because when he did, she would kill him.
"Sir Alan of Pirate's Swoop and his wife, Lady Abby,"
Jzet's knight master was dressed handsomely in his best tunic. His wife, Abby, looked stunning in her light blue gown. Her blonde curls fell loosely on her shoulders, making her look even more striking. Jzet had to admit they made a fine-looking couple.
They both bowed and curtsied to the royalty and then made their way to Jzet's table. Sir Alan looked at her with a wide grin on his freckled face.
"Ah… Squire," He said cheerily, "I am surprised that you actually followed my order and wore a dress." He patted her lightly on the back. "Excellent work Queenscove."
"Shut up," Jzet snapped back, sulking. She then turned to Lady Abby and said in a pleasant voice. "Hello Lady Abby, it is nice to see you again."
Jzet had met her knight master's wife last midwinter when she had served the Pirate Swoop clan's table during one of the banquets. Tonight, however, Jzet was not required to serve. The servants were taking care of it.
Lady Abby giggled at the exchange between knight master and squire. "It's nice to see you again too, Squire Jzet." She told her kindly. "Indeed, I am very glad you are Alan's squire. You look like you are a nice girl and an excellent fighter."
"Thank you, my lady," Jzet said, trying not to blush from the compliment.
Soon, the lioness, her husband Baron George Cooper, Sir Alan's brother- Thom and his wife Lucetta joined the table.
Jzet noticed there were still three empty seats at their table.
"Sir," She turned to her knight master, "Who else is seated here?"
Jzet's new knight master smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out soon enough."
"Da'," A familiar voice cried.
Jzet realized a small, blonde haired girl had launched herself into her knight master's arms. It only took Jzet a few seconds to realize it was her fellow page and friend, Madison.
"Sorry we're late Uncle Alan." A tall boy with very tan skin and dark hair approached the table. "Madison, here," He jerked his head disapprovingly towards his cousin, "decided to play a trick on Kimora."
"It's Kim!" A girl shouted angrily at the boy. Jzet turned and saw the same girl was storming towards their table. To Jzet's surprise her hair was an odd color, bright pink. She marched furiously right up to Sir Alan. "Do you see this!" She pointed at her head, close to hysterics. "She did this to me."
Madison smirked mischievously, but then shied away, appearing guiltily. "I thought you would be able to wash it out…" She mumbled and then turned to her dad. "Honestly Da', I did."
"Madison," Sir Alan's voice was low in warning as he scolded his daughter. "Apologize to your cousin."
"Sorry Kimora." Madison said, looking at her feet in shame.
"It's Kim!" The girl repeated. Her fury was still obvious despite the apology.
Jzet saw the boy smirked and whispered to his younger cousin, "I never get tired of calling her that."
"Neither do I." Agreed Madison.
Jzet scowled at the two cousin's display and looked at the girl called Kimora sympathetically. Jzet might have been forced to wear a stupid dress, but at least her hair wasn't bright pink.
"Come here Kim." Thom told the poor girl. "I'll fix it for you."
Kim let out a relieved smile and skipped over to Thom. "Thank you Uncle," She chirped, visibly happier, and pecked him on the cheek with a kiss.
If Kim isn't Alan's daughter or Thom's, whose child is she? Jzet thought, feeling bewildered.
"Sir," Jzet whispered to her knight master, "um who are Kim's parents?"
"Ah… I thought you might ask this." Sir Alan said after taking a sip of wine. "My nephew Nate and niece Kim are both the offspring of my twin sister Aly and her husband Nawat, who live on the Copper Isles." Sir Alan explained. "They are here to fight in the upcoming war."
"Their parents actually let them?" Jzet was completely shocked. Tortall wasn't even their true homeland.
It isn't yours either. A part of her mind reminded her wickedly.
Jzet scowled at her own thoughts as Sir Alan replied, "My twin couldn't stop them. Despite them both acting like two year olds, my niece and nephew are eighteen years old and are of the age of adulthood. They chose to come here as their own decision."
Jzet looked confused. She still didn't understand. This wasn't even their homeland. Why did they care if it stood or fall?
Sir Alan seemed to read her mind.
"My niece and nephew want to help defend the land of their ancestors." Jzet's knight master explained to her. "They have family here that they care about very much and would hate to see their every day life ruined by Zulch and his armies."
"Oh," was Jzet's weak response. There was silence and then she announced. "That is very brave and selfless of them. I bet you are extremely proud of them."
Sir Alan smiled and glanced over at his niece and nephew. They were bickering relentlessly with each other and even Madison joined their skirmish.
"Oh, I am." He nodded his head absentmindedly. His eyes were still fixed on his niece and nephew.
Jzet decided to give the topic a rest and turned to her meal, which had been served a short time ago while Jzet was in conversation with her knight master. She dug in and stayed silent, as she watched the rest of Sir Alan's family catch up with one another.
I wish I had a big family like that. Jzet thought, slightly envious. All she had was her father, Chuck, Cole, Kel, and Dom. Everyone else was either dead (like her mother) or rarely seen (like the family of her Father's sister Emma and her mother's family).
"Squire Jzeliette," A servant approached her, walking briskly, "Prince Jonathan asks for your presence at the royal table."
Jzet glanced over at her knight master for permission. He nodded, taking another sip of wine, and said, "Go ahead Squire."
"Thank you sir,"
After these words, Jzet got up from her seat and then followed the servant over to the royal table. She didn't want to admit it, but she was somewhat reluctant to talk to Jonathan. She knew Princess Sadie would be there beside him and probably listen to their entire conversation.
"Here she is your highness." The servant told Jonathan with a bow.
"Thank you Andrew," Jonathan said.
The servant called Andrew gave one last bow and then scurried away.
"Hello Jonathan," Jzet greeted and saw the princess sitting next to him, looking at her with little interest. "Hello Princess Sadie," Jzet bowed her head towards the princess in reverence.
"Hello, you must be Jzeliette." the princess said casually. She appeared to be extremely bored. "Jonathan has told me all about you."
Jzet raised her eyebrows in Jonathan's direction. "He did." Jonathan shrugged. "What did he say?"
The princess waved her hand flourishingly. "Oh, you know… How you are a squire and such."
"And that you are one of my best friends," Jonathan added quickly, seeing the look on Jzet's face.
But suddenly, another noble approached the betrothed couple. He was an older man about fifty and wore a wide grin on his face.
"Princess Sadie it is a pleasure to finally meet you. You are even more beautiful than the stories say." The noble got down on one knee and kissed her hand. "I am Lord Trevor of Wellam, princess."
The princess giggled girlishly, making Jzet resist the urge to vomit. "The pleasure is all mine, Lord Trevor." She replied, her voice sickly sweet.
"It will be a delight to see you at court Princess Sadie." Lord Trevor said with an extravagant bow and then glanced over at Jonathan, eyeing him almost jealously. "Congratulations Prince Jonathan on your betrothal."
"Thank you Lord Trevor," Jonathan replied indifferently, but Jzet could see his coldness.
"Good bye Lord Trevor," Princess Sadie cried, waving her handkerchief. "I can't wait to see you again." Jzet disgustedly saw the princess wink at the noble; while Jonathan had his back turned.
Jzet bit back a growl and looked at her own feet.
Once Lord Trevor was gone, Princess Sadie turned back to Prince Jonathan.
"Johnny can we please dance now?" the princess begged, her big blue eyes were pleading. "Please,"
Jonathan looked like he was about to groan, but stopped himself. "Fine," He turned to Jzet and rolled his eyes. "I'll be back in a few songs."
"Sure," Jzet said and gave him a small smile of reassurance. "Have fun."
When Jzet was certain the couple was gone and out of ear shot, she let out a long sigh.
Poor Jonathan, Jzet thought sadly. She was upset to see her best friend so unhappy about his new bride.Jzet hated to admit it, but she could seethey obviously weren't going to get along. Princess Sadie was too much of a flirt and Jonathan just wasn't the kind of man that would be attracted to a woman like that. He wanted a girl that was more down to earth.
How do you know what kind of woman Jonathan wants? A traitorous part of her mind questioned causing Jzet to blush deeply and then scowl.
"Hey," A familiar voice whispered softly in her ear and then someone lightly touched her on the shoulder, making Jzet jump. She turned around and saw Jonathan slipping back into his seat. Princess Sadie was no where in sight.
"Don't scare me like that!" Jzet snapped at her friend for startling her.
"Sorry Jzet. I just couldn't resist." Jonathan told her with a grin.
Jzet just shook her head. "Where's your betrothed?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes again and replied. "Dancing with every man at court," Jzet knew he should be upset, but he didn't look it at all.
"Um… shouldn't you be like annoyed about that?" She asked, confused.
Jonathan shrugged. "I really don't care."
"But, Jonathan, you are marrying the woman for Mithros Sake!" She hissed. "She is supposed to be your wife and your queen! She is certainly not supposed to be running around with every man at court!"
"Who said I had to care about her or even like her?" Jonathan said unconcernedly.
Jzet looked shocked. "You have to spend the rest of your life with her! Can't you make an effort to get along?"
"You sound like my mother." Jonathan told her, looking annoyed.
"Well, she's right, you know!" Jzet argued fiercely.
This only irritated Jonathan more. "Let's just stop talking about me." He said looking exasperated. "Tell me what's going on in your life right now instead."
Jzet sighed again. He was so stubborn. "Fine, but I wish you would listen to me."
"Jzet…"
"Fine!" Jzet snapped forcefully. Why couldn't he see his marriage with Princess Sadie was more important than her life right now? "Let me see… I have a knight master, Sir Alan. What else? Lee is with my half brother at stupid Fort Stauton along with everyone else I care about. And, oh yes, I am going to training camp with the Lioness. Happy now? That's my interesting life Jonathan,"
Jzet got up abruptly from her chair, furious about how selfish Jonathan was acting. She had the full intention of returning back to her own table, even if Jonathan liked it or not. She hated it when he was impossible like this.
"Jzet…" He caught her wrist suddenly and pulled her back towards him.
"Jonathan, please don't make a scene." Jzet begged him through clenched teeth.
"Fine, all I wanted to tell you is that you look beautiful in that dress." Jonathan said calmly and then released her from his grasp. But, he immediately realized he had spoken the exact words to make her stay. She was stupefied, standing there like a complete idiot. A wicked grin had formed on his face in her bewilderment. He had beaten her.
Jzet scowled as shefelt a blush rise to her cheeks besides her Yamani mask's best efforts to push it down. She growled, annoyed. She absolutely hated it when he did that. Why does he have to be so damn confusing? Jzet thought grudgingly.
"Jonathan," Jzet sat back down in her chair quickly, "you are betrothed." She told him firmly in a whisper. "You just can't call any woman you want beautiful."
"But, it's true." He smiled mysteriously and Jzet felt a shiver run down her spine. She thought he was over her. Didn't they agree to that a few months ago? "And plus, she doesn't really care that we are betrothed or not." He jerked his thumb towards the dance floor where a young noble man twirled a laughing Princess Sadie around.
"Jonathan, you cannot stoop down to her level. You have to be a gentleman." Jzet argued still whispering.
"So, you are telling me," Jzet could tell he was getting angry again, "that she can find her true love with another man, but I have to be a 'gentleman' and sit back and watch her while I spend the rest of my life alone? Is that what you mean?"
"Jonathan-" Jzet protested, her eyes wide in fear. She did not want to upset him. "Jonathan, I didn't mean that."
He calmed down once he saw her terrified expression. "I know you didn't." He told her after he took a deep breath and pushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I know you are just looking after me."
"I am." She agreed slowly, ignoring her discomfort, and then cautiously put her hand over his. It was so warm… "But Jonathan, you can't tell me I am beautiful ever again. If someone overheard us…" Jzet let out a shudder just thinking of the consequences, "our reputations will be ruined."
Jonathan closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Jzet… I really don't know how to tell you this, but I'm just still in lo-"
"Johnny!" Princess Sadie cried abruptly, interrupting the two friends. Jzet immediately pulled her hand away from his. "Come! We must dance!"
Jonathan moaned quietly and then mouthed the word 'sorry' to Jzet, while he rose from his chair. Suddenly, a strange, new, tingly feeling erupted in her stomach as she watched Jonathan join his newly betrothed on the dance floor. He did not even look back at her.
"I'll see you later then." Jzet whispered, getting up from her chair and then quickly making her way back to Sir Alan's table.
"Ah… you're back squire." Sir Alan greeted her with a grin. "How is the dear prince doing?"
"Oh, just splendid," Jzet said sarcastically, collapsing back into her own chair and then took a big sip of wine. She felt like she needed that drink just then.
"You look upset." Jzet's knight master commented. His amethyst eyes showed concern.
"I am not upset." Jzet told him quickly, maybe a little too quickly. She began to stare into her wine goblet. It was empty.
"Do you want to go back to your rooms?" Sir Alan asked carefully, not believing her claim.
"No… no… no, sir, I am absolutely fine here." Jzet said, continuing to stare into the empty goblet. Why was she so upset? Was it that she did not know what Jonathan was going to tell her before he was interrupted? Or was it something else?
"Fine then," Jzet's knight master turned away and left her alone.
Jzet spent the rest of the night sitting in her seat and occasionally nibbling on a piece of food or taking a sip from her goblet. Sometimes, her eyes even drew her to the dance floor, where Jonathan remained with his betrothed. But, each time she saw him, she looked abruptly away, not daring to be caught staring by him.
"You must be Squire Jzet." Madison's cousin, Kim appeared at her shoulder suddenly. Her hair had returned to its original color, black.
"The Queenscove girl," the boy, Nate, finished and popped up on the other side, he wore a wide grin on his face.
"Yes, I am." Jzet replied, trying to hold back her surprise at their sudden appearance.
The twins got up from their crouched positions on the ground. Now that Jzet saw them together, she saw how much alike in appearance they actually were. Both had straight black hair and hazel- green eyes. Their skin was very tan and they were both muscular and tall. The girl was only an inch shorter than the boy and he had to be six feet tall.
"I am Kim and this is my twin brother Nate." The girl said in greeting. The twins took two empty seats next to Jzet. Her knight master and his wife were off dancing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Jzet told them sincerely. "My knight master says you are here to fight in the war against Carthak. I want you to know that I find that very brave."
"Thank you Squire Jzet," Nate said with a small bow of his head at the compliment. "But unfortunately, our Ma' didn't find it very brave at all though. She told us we were off our rockers."
Kim grinned at her brothers words and then explained, "We just want to help. We have so many relatives here in Tortall we didn't want to abandon them during war time."
"As I said before, you two are very brave." Jzet repeated and then sighed. "I don't know if I would go back to the Yamani Islands to fight in a war. My own Ma' grew up on the Isles and so did I, but I don't know any of my relatives there. I also hate to say it, but I really feel no close connection with the place."
"I'm sorry, Squire Jzet." Kim said soberly. "How did you get to Tortall when you grew up on the Yamani Islands?"
Jzet sighed again this time more deeply. She guessed they were nice enough to tell the story to. With a small grimace, she began to tell the long story of her life on the Yamani Islands and her homecoming to Tortall.
"I am sorry about your mother." Nate told her quietly after she was done speaking. "After that, I don't think I would be able to go back there either."
"Thanks," Jzet said to the sympathetic boy.
Jzet felt a sudden sharp pang in her heart just thinking about her mother. She had never known the woman, but the fact that she died bringing her into the world made Jzet feel guilty sometimes. Her guilt only increased knowing how much her mother's death had affected her father.
Jzet's Aunt Kel and many others had told her stories about her father's witty personality and the troublesome adventures he had had when he was a Page and Squire. Jzet knew for certain she had never seen her father's old personality. The father she knew hardly laughed or made jokes around her. Jzet sadly decided a long time ago that his old personality had died along with Jzet's mother and was never to be seen again.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jzet." Kim announced. "We're coming with you to Grandma's training camp."
"Really?" Jzet brightened up considerably. She feared that she would have to go through it alone. "That's excellent, I am glad you two are coming."
"So are we, Squire Jzet." Nate told her. "We need the practice and Grandma is one of the best swordsmen in the world."
"You mean swordswoman." Kim corrected her twin.
Jzet laughed. "Don't let your Grandma catching you calling her a swordsman, Nate. My father told me all sorts of stories about her temper."
"Oh… we know her temper, Squire Jzet." Nate said with a small shiver. "My Ma' always seems to get the full brunt of it when we visit."
"You know, you don't have to call me Squire Jzet." She told them, trying to sound kind. "Jzet suits me just fine. I don't really care for titles."
"Okay Squi- Jzet," Kim began, stumbling across her own words.
"Well, we can't wait to see you at Pirate's Swoop… Jzet." Nate too struggled with his words.
"I can't wait to see if we survive." Jzet mumbled sarcastically, which brought laughter from both twins.
"And that too," Kim added with a grin. "We'll see you later Jzet."
The squire watched the twins walk away to rejoin their uncle and grandparents. Beyond them, Jzet spotted a group of young men and women her own age. From what Jzet could see, they were all gathered around a haughty looking court lady that was at least sixteen.
Jzet, now extremely bored, decided to see what all the fuss was about and got up from the table. She approached the crowd casually and peered into the middle, where a young lady stood, the center of attention.
She was tall and elegant. Her beauty wasn't as profound as Princess Sadie, but it was close enough to contend with her. She had long, flowing locks of hair that was so pale blonde that it almost appeared to be white. Her eyes were a dark, forest green and very captivating, especially to the drooling gentleman that surrounded her. She seemed to have put a spell on the crowd of peers around her.
The young lady suddenly looked up and met Jzet's eye once she saw that she had joined the circle.
"Oh my, look who it is." the lady drawled causing everyone to turn and stare at Jzet. A terrible grin had twisted her beautiful face. "It is the Queenscove girl I told you about. You know… the one that is the Squire." Her last words were like drops of poison.
Suddenly, glares flew at Jzet followed by looks of dislike.
"And who are you?" Jzet asked, her eyes narrowing considerably. She could tell that she didn't like this girl already
"I am Lady Laura of Stone Mountain, Squire." Her tone was colder than an icy winter's day. "What business do you have here? Are you here to pollute us with your filthy and dishonorable presence?"
Jzet could hear the blood pounding in her ears, but responded calmly despite her anger and embarrassment. "What position do you hold, lady, that you can insult me in front of all these people?"
"I hold no position Squire Jzeliette," Lady Laura spat back viciously, her eyes glinting, "Except the fact that your indecent kin killed my very respectable uncle."
Jzet's head began to spin. Where did she here the name of the fief Stone Mountain before? Ah… yes… now she remembered.
"Your uncle, Joren, was a well acknowledged kidnapper Lady Laura. He deserved the chamber's fate." Jzet told her stonily.
"You dirty trollop! You know the scum Keladry of Mindelan witched that stupid chamber!" Apparently her uncle's death was a sore spot, because Lady Laura let out a shriek and then in her rage slapped Jzet across the face with her white, silk glove.
A hush fell across the small crowd and Jzet could feel the anger inside her rising quickly. She wished dearly now that she could strike the insolent girl across the face with her fist.
"First of all Lady Laura, my aunt is not scum." She approached the girl slowly and calmly, so that they now stood only inches away. The girl shrank back, feeling threatened by Jzet's increasing temper. "And second I shall make you pay for your untruthful words and foolish actions." The anger was now boiling inside her and ready to explode.
"Is there a problem here?" Jonathan's cool voice seemed to penetrate the burning hot anger that flashed between the two women.
"Yes, there is my Prince." Lady Laura smiled warmly towards him. She looked like she had just won a whole sack of jewels. "This trollop dares to address me like a man. She wants to make me pay for my words and actions." She turned and harshly spat at Jzet. "This isn't the battling arena Squire. I am a proper young lady unlike you and I do not solve my conflicts with weaponry."
Jonathan frosty gaze fell quickly and menacingly upon the young girl from Stone Mountain. Jzet could have sworn if Jonathan's look could kill, Lady Laura would have been dead ten times over by now. Jzet hastily suppressed a grin. This chit was in for it now…
"For your information, Lady Laura," His blue eyes were like slits, "This Squire is my best friend and I do not appreciate your dirty words against her."
"Wh- What?" Lady Laura cried. She did not even bother to hide her astonishment. "You are friends with that," She pointed at Jzet, "piece of filth."
Jzet clenched her fists to stop them from shaking. She still dared to insult her after what Jonathan said?
"Lady Laura-" Jonathan began, but Jzet cut him off abruptly.
"I didn't say you would have to pay on the practice courts, Lady Laura." Suddenly, Jzet placed a well executed slap across her face, sending her staggering backwards. "That is your payment for insulting me and my aunt." Jzet then spit on shoes, not even caring if it was ladylike or not. "You are the true filth for your spread of lies."
Lady Laura shook with rage. A bruise was forming on her left cheek. "My father will get you chit. I'll make sure of it!"
Satisfied that she bruised her, Jzet sneered at the girl and then steered Jonathan away from the group of young nobles. "Come on Jonathan. Let's go."
They took a few steps and then once they were out of earshot, Jonathan rounded on Jzet.
"Are you mad?" He cried. "I had the situation under control and now you only made it worse."
"She deserved that and you know it." Jzet argued fiercely. She really did not care what Jonathan had to say. She knew she had done the right thing by slapping Lady Laura.
"Look Jzet," Jonathan began, pulling her by the hand outside and onto the balcony, "I am only looking out for you. I care about you and I don't want to see you get hurt. Lady Laura's father, Sir Horace, is a knight and a powerful one. Jzet, if he challenged you to a duel after this, which I wouldn't be surprised, he could kill you."
"Well, I just won't him then. Will I?" Jzet retorted, her arms crossed over her chest. "Look Jonathan, I appreciate your protection and all, but I don't need it. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."
"Jzet-" Jonathan began, but was interrupted by a roar of a man.
"You bitch!" A burly, blonde hair man approached her briskly. His face was a shade of dark purple and a vein throbbed violently in his neck. "How dare you touch my daughter like that!"
Both Squires stared at the man, shocked by his abrupt appearance.
"Maybe you should tell your daughter to mind her tongue, Sir Knight." Jzet finally replied very coolly. She was determined to stand her ground.
"You don't tell my daughter what to do bitch." Horace told her, his blue eyes gleaming crazily. Jzet could smell the strong stench of alcohol on his breath.
"Don't you talk to her like that." Jonathan said, his tone dangerous.
"Jonathan, I can handle this." Jzet growled low and under her breath to her friend.
Sir Horace drew his sword hostilely. It gleamed brightly in the moonlight.
"Okay, or maybe not," Jzet changed her mind quickly and then drew her own sword. She did not dare to risk being weaponless while he was threatening her like this.
Jonathan also drew his sword.
"Put your weapon down, Sir Horace." Jonathan commanded. "And that is a royal order."
"Aw… you have to have your princey to defend you, chit. Can't do it yourself?" Sir Horace taunted at Jzet.
Jzet took a rash step forward in her anger. She would show him.
"What is going on here?" Sir Alan's voice rang out abruptly, making her stop dead in her tracks. He stood in the entrance way of the balcony, his own sword was drawn.
"We were just having a philosophical discussion, Sir Alan." Jzet told him, glaring at Sir Horace.
"With weapons Squire?" Jzet's knight master questioned, disbelieving.
"That trollop's dirty hand slapped my daughter across the face." Sir Horace barked at Sir Alan. He looked truly insane and screamed, "I'll kill her!"
He brought his sword down upon Jzet's head rashly, but before she could bring her own sword up to defend herself. Sir Alan's sword blocked Sir Horace's swiftly.
"There will be none of this Horace." Sir Alan told the crazy knight calmly. "Leave and go back to your friends. I don't want to hear that you have been bothering my Squire for the rest of the night."
Sir Horace growled forebodingly and then spit in Jzet's face, which Jzet wiped away with the back of her hand. "I can't wait to hear your screams when the Carthakis kill you, you stupid bitch." And with those words, he stomped off and reentered the ballroom.
Once Sir Alan was certain the other knight was truly gone, he turned back to the two Squires. He did not look happy.
"What do you think you were doing Jzeliette?" he asked, calling her by her full name. She winced. She knew she was in trouble now. "Do you want me to regret taking you as my Squire?"
Jzet took a deep breath. Her heart seemed to be hammering in her throat. This is what she was afraid of, screwing up everything with her knight master before they could even start training
"Sir Alan, begging your pardon, but it wasn't Jzet's fault." Jonathan protested in her defense. "That man's daughter was insulting Jzet and her aunt. Jzet had every right as a noble to act against her."
"Plus, she slapped me first." Jzet added, hopeful that her knight master would see reason.
Sir Alan sighed. "You must control your emotions Jzet." He said as a reprimand. "You cannot let your anger get the best of you."
Jzet almost scoffed at him, but stopped herself. He wanted her- a girl that grew up on the Yamani Islands and was taught strictly to display the fewest emotions possible- to control her own feelings. That was ridiculous! In her own personal opinion, she thought she controlled all her emotions quite well.
"Yes, knight master," Despite her anger, she responded like an obedient Squire. Jzet was no fool. She would not argue with the Knight. She had already caused enough damage for one night.
"I think it is time for you to return to your rooms Squire." Sir Alan told her with another sigh. But, his voice was neither cold nor scolding. Jzet knew he was just looking after her. If she returned to the ball, Sir Horace would most undoubtedly cause a scene.
Jzet bowed low to her knight master. "Yes, sir," She then turned to Jonathan. "Good night Jonathan and thank you for everything,"
"Not a problem," Jonathan told her. "Just stay out of trouble, please." He literally begged her.
Sir Alan put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Prince Jonathan. I'll make sure she does."
The two friends waved good bye and then headed in opposite directions: Jzet walking back to her new rooms and Jonathan reluctantly returning to his betrothed.
And little did those two friends know that would be the last day they saw each other for a long time.
Chapter 2 shall be out in a few days. It's done and edited, but I will wait a little bit before posting.
N.B. (Note Well): The story Hooty's is written by a friend, who has asked if she could post it on my account. Just thought I should clear that up.
Also N.B.: This sequel is a little bit different format wise than Land Across the Emerald Sea. The chapters will be alternating from Jzet to the mysterious girl mentioned in the final chapter of Land Across the Emerald Sea. I hope you don't mind!
Song of the Chapter- HeroHeroine by: Boys Like Girls
It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud
This is how I do
When I think about you
I never thought that you could break me apart
I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart
You want to get inside
Then you can get in line
But not this time
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
And I feel a weakness coming on
It never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
And I'm feeling like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
I won't try to philosophize
I'll just take a deep breath then I'll look in your eyes
This is how I feel
And it's so surreal
Have a nice day,
Caiti and Juliette