Silk's Wedding Chapter 1
By Rose G
Disclaimer - these characters belong to David Eddings, and I'm not making any money from using them.
A/N - this is the first fanfiction I've done for the Belgariad, so go easy on me. It stars Silk because he is by far the most interesting character in the books, and he reminds me of myself. This is set about a year after the end of the Malorian, and almost all the characters are going to appear.
Silk swung onto his horse in the courtyard. His long hair caught in the breeze, which toyed with his scraggly beard. The heavy pack that he wore contained food, dice and some small items of considerable value. A malicious grin crossed his rat like face as the Algar horse beneath him pranced, its iron-shod hooves striking sparks from the cobblestones. The animal was as black as the shadows that surrounded them and the clothes that Silk wore. He touched his heels to it's flanks and wheeled around extravagantly. Prince Khelder of Drasnia was going on one last adventure before he settled down - and he was going to make the most of it.
The little spy rode at a steady rolling canter that ate up the endless miles of the Great North Road. The familiar, bleak landscape of Drasnia rolled by, seeming sharp and fresh to his eyes. Although he had travelled this way many times over the years, this was the last time he would do so. The hoof beats seemed to say over and over 'The last time. This is the last time' and the sense of loss grew stronger as he saw the bird whirling overhead, its mate darting below it. Two magnificent hawks, celebrating what he, Silk was about to lose forever. Liberty.
Velvet watched him out of sight, Queen Porenn standing beside her. 'Why did he have to leave, Porenn?' she asked bitterly.
Porenn smiled sadly. 'You've heard him described as a rat in the past, haven't you? Sometimes I think a wolf would be more appropriate, or a wild stallion. He's a rover, you'll never be able to tame him, and if you didn't he wouldn't be that little thief you fell in love with, because you'd have destroyed his spirit. Silk was born to wander with the wind, Velvet. Let him go.'
The motherly queen embraced Velvet as she began to weep. A soft hiss came from inside Velvet's bodice, and Porenn leapt back, startled.
'What in the name of Belar is that, Liselle?'
'A snake. One of Zith's daughters. Sadi gave her to me when he went back to Nissa. I don't think Silk knows about her yet, or at least I hope so. He isn't too fond of snakes, and Zith's strain in particular.' The pair laughed suddenly.
Silk rode on, into the gathering night. His heart had suddenly become lighter, as though Belgarath was interfering, and he began to wonder about where he was heading. Velvet, he knew had arranged for the wedding to take place on Riva, and he suspected that he was better off without being involved in the planning. All the women in Drasnia seemed to be taking an interest, and it alarmed Silk.
And then he knew what he could do. He could hunt down some of his old companions, and travel with them back to Riva. He missed the thrill of heading out to somewhere new every day, camping on the side of the road, wheedling officials and upsetting Barak. It would be good to see them all again,
Grinning, he patted the horse's neck and sent it into a powerful, surging trot. He was too busy checking that he had his daggers to miss the strangely joyful howl of a wolf in the far distance. He headed for Cherek, and was highly surprised to catch up with Barak, mounted on a warhorse that looked similar to Mandorallean's huge roan stallion.
'Barak!'
The huge man turned to look for him, and raised a hand in salute. 'Ho, Silk. What are you doing?'
Silk grinned, and explained. Barak showed no sign of surprise as the pair rode on together. 'You know Silk, I happen to know that Greldik's in harbour now, and looking for some work. Shall we go find some others?' His voice was a low rumble as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in it.
Laughing, Silk agreed. 'But not Sadi. I refuse to have that loathsome snake of his slithering about my feet and getting in Velvet's dress, spoiling my fun of a night. And not Relg, because I am not going in those caves of his to save my life.'
'So, who else is coming, Silk?'
'I'm not sure. Garion and Ce'Nedra. Probably Belgarath and that lot. I just wish I could see them all once more, because a lot of them are almost immortal - and I have a few things to settle up, friends or not.'
'You now Silk, I think your getting sociable in your old age.'
Silk grimaced, and the pair rode on until the moon rode above them, as it had done on that long ago night not far from here, when they had met Garion and Durnik. Silk found himself thinking about what had changed since then and a wistful smile crossed his face. But he couldn't disguise the fact that he was looking forward to all this. The wedding ought to be good fun.
So, what do you think? R/R and let me know. I am writing another Silk story at the moment, and I'll have chapter two of this up very soon. Promise
By Rose G
Disclaimer - these characters belong to David Eddings, and I'm not making any money from using them.
A/N - this is the first fanfiction I've done for the Belgariad, so go easy on me. It stars Silk because he is by far the most interesting character in the books, and he reminds me of myself. This is set about a year after the end of the Malorian, and almost all the characters are going to appear.
Silk swung onto his horse in the courtyard. His long hair caught in the breeze, which toyed with his scraggly beard. The heavy pack that he wore contained food, dice and some small items of considerable value. A malicious grin crossed his rat like face as the Algar horse beneath him pranced, its iron-shod hooves striking sparks from the cobblestones. The animal was as black as the shadows that surrounded them and the clothes that Silk wore. He touched his heels to it's flanks and wheeled around extravagantly. Prince Khelder of Drasnia was going on one last adventure before he settled down - and he was going to make the most of it.
The little spy rode at a steady rolling canter that ate up the endless miles of the Great North Road. The familiar, bleak landscape of Drasnia rolled by, seeming sharp and fresh to his eyes. Although he had travelled this way many times over the years, this was the last time he would do so. The hoof beats seemed to say over and over 'The last time. This is the last time' and the sense of loss grew stronger as he saw the bird whirling overhead, its mate darting below it. Two magnificent hawks, celebrating what he, Silk was about to lose forever. Liberty.
Velvet watched him out of sight, Queen Porenn standing beside her. 'Why did he have to leave, Porenn?' she asked bitterly.
Porenn smiled sadly. 'You've heard him described as a rat in the past, haven't you? Sometimes I think a wolf would be more appropriate, or a wild stallion. He's a rover, you'll never be able to tame him, and if you didn't he wouldn't be that little thief you fell in love with, because you'd have destroyed his spirit. Silk was born to wander with the wind, Velvet. Let him go.'
The motherly queen embraced Velvet as she began to weep. A soft hiss came from inside Velvet's bodice, and Porenn leapt back, startled.
'What in the name of Belar is that, Liselle?'
'A snake. One of Zith's daughters. Sadi gave her to me when he went back to Nissa. I don't think Silk knows about her yet, or at least I hope so. He isn't too fond of snakes, and Zith's strain in particular.' The pair laughed suddenly.
Silk rode on, into the gathering night. His heart had suddenly become lighter, as though Belgarath was interfering, and he began to wonder about where he was heading. Velvet, he knew had arranged for the wedding to take place on Riva, and he suspected that he was better off without being involved in the planning. All the women in Drasnia seemed to be taking an interest, and it alarmed Silk.
And then he knew what he could do. He could hunt down some of his old companions, and travel with them back to Riva. He missed the thrill of heading out to somewhere new every day, camping on the side of the road, wheedling officials and upsetting Barak. It would be good to see them all again,
Grinning, he patted the horse's neck and sent it into a powerful, surging trot. He was too busy checking that he had his daggers to miss the strangely joyful howl of a wolf in the far distance. He headed for Cherek, and was highly surprised to catch up with Barak, mounted on a warhorse that looked similar to Mandorallean's huge roan stallion.
'Barak!'
The huge man turned to look for him, and raised a hand in salute. 'Ho, Silk. What are you doing?'
Silk grinned, and explained. Barak showed no sign of surprise as the pair rode on together. 'You know Silk, I happen to know that Greldik's in harbour now, and looking for some work. Shall we go find some others?' His voice was a low rumble as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in it.
Laughing, Silk agreed. 'But not Sadi. I refuse to have that loathsome snake of his slithering about my feet and getting in Velvet's dress, spoiling my fun of a night. And not Relg, because I am not going in those caves of his to save my life.'
'So, who else is coming, Silk?'
'I'm not sure. Garion and Ce'Nedra. Probably Belgarath and that lot. I just wish I could see them all once more, because a lot of them are almost immortal - and I have a few things to settle up, friends or not.'
'You now Silk, I think your getting sociable in your old age.'
Silk grimaced, and the pair rode on until the moon rode above them, as it had done on that long ago night not far from here, when they had met Garion and Durnik. Silk found himself thinking about what had changed since then and a wistful smile crossed his face. But he couldn't disguise the fact that he was looking forward to all this. The wedding ought to be good fun.
So, what do you think? R/R and let me know. I am writing another Silk story at the moment, and I'll have chapter two of this up very soon. Promise