..."you forgott your fathers face!" alain screamed. and thalea turned
silent. "i wish i could" she
whispered. cuthbert and alain looked at her, confused. the heat and anger had vanished.
"what?" alain finally asked.
but somewhere, deep inside he already knew. he was keen on observing and the rest was done
by the touch. he had felt it more than once. there was something behind this beautiful, young
face. something dangerous. something he seemed to know.
she had told him that her parents had died in a terrible accident, but now he looked a little
closer. there had been no feelings in her, when she told it.
and then there was this sign on her lower back. she said, it was a tattoo and he believed it. but
something about this sign was familiar, as if he had seen it before. and it wasn`t good.
suddenly, like a punch in his face, it was all so clear that he wondered how he could have
overlooked it for so long:
this pitch-black hair and this bright blue eyes. the strange things she could do with other people.
and most of all the sign on her back. it was a sigul. HIS sigul. the sigul of the man who stood
behind farson.
"my father is..." "marten broadcloak. or maerlyn or whatever is his name right now."
thalea seemed little suprised. she often felt him in her mind, trying to get through to her deepest
thoughts. and sometimes he got through. probably her mind was open to him, on one hand or
the other, for they shared khef.
cuthbert was still speechless and stared at her with mouth wide open. and thalea was a little glad
that her story had convinced him at least.
but alain was bleecher than ever and for one short moment he despised her.
she looked straight into his eyes. `don`t hate me. it`s not my fault.` she spoke, without saying a
word. finally, cuthbert broke the silence. "does he know about you?" thalea took a second to
think. "i don`t know. he thought i was dead for a long time. but somehow i feel he`s searching
for me." a short look at alain and he knew. "the coffin hunters." she nodded.
"marten has said one thing i`ll never forget. the day he wanted to kill me he said to one of his
men. `i know she`s gonna be more powerfull than me one day, so i have to get rid of her.`
when he`s right and when he still thinks i`m dead, maybe i could stop him"
silence. alain was deep in thought, imagining her and his own role in this tragical game.
then again cuthbert."why could you be more powerfull than him?" and with that thalea fell quite.
with a voice lower than a whisper she said "who could be the heir of his power, if not a child
born from treason."...
whispered. cuthbert and alain looked at her, confused. the heat and anger had vanished.
"what?" alain finally asked.
but somewhere, deep inside he already knew. he was keen on observing and the rest was done
by the touch. he had felt it more than once. there was something behind this beautiful, young
face. something dangerous. something he seemed to know.
she had told him that her parents had died in a terrible accident, but now he looked a little
closer. there had been no feelings in her, when she told it.
and then there was this sign on her lower back. she said, it was a tattoo and he believed it. but
something about this sign was familiar, as if he had seen it before. and it wasn`t good.
suddenly, like a punch in his face, it was all so clear that he wondered how he could have
overlooked it for so long:
this pitch-black hair and this bright blue eyes. the strange things she could do with other people.
and most of all the sign on her back. it was a sigul. HIS sigul. the sigul of the man who stood
behind farson.
"my father is..." "marten broadcloak. or maerlyn or whatever is his name right now."
thalea seemed little suprised. she often felt him in her mind, trying to get through to her deepest
thoughts. and sometimes he got through. probably her mind was open to him, on one hand or
the other, for they shared khef.
cuthbert was still speechless and stared at her with mouth wide open. and thalea was a little glad
that her story had convinced him at least.
but alain was bleecher than ever and for one short moment he despised her.
she looked straight into his eyes. `don`t hate me. it`s not my fault.` she spoke, without saying a
word. finally, cuthbert broke the silence. "does he know about you?" thalea took a second to
think. "i don`t know. he thought i was dead for a long time. but somehow i feel he`s searching
for me." a short look at alain and he knew. "the coffin hunters." she nodded.
"marten has said one thing i`ll never forget. the day he wanted to kill me he said to one of his
men. `i know she`s gonna be more powerfull than me one day, so i have to get rid of her.`
when he`s right and when he still thinks i`m dead, maybe i could stop him"
silence. alain was deep in thought, imagining her and his own role in this tragical game.
then again cuthbert."why could you be more powerfull than him?" and with that thalea fell quite.
with a voice lower than a whisper she said "who could be the heir of his power, if not a child
born from treason."...