Author's... stuff: Okay, lots has happened since I last updated. I got really busy with school, work, and life in general but the reviews kept on reminding me that I should update. So I think that thanks are in order to everyone for keeping me on my toes.
Even though I haven't updated in a while you will be happy to know that my time did not go to waste. Hard work in school paid off and I now have a 3.40 grade average to show for it! Go me!
I want to give a shout out to OG from the shrine. Thanks!
Also, some notes about the story thusfar. There is a rise in Ganondorf content in this chapter, for those who want to know and it will just keep going up from here on in. He's becoming more important to the storyline as he and Nabooru become closer. And there's a weird scene at the end of this chapter. Don't get mad at me or write me flames or anything saying it doesn't fit because it does. It's needed to build on characters.
Anyway, as always, comments on the story are appreciated.
~* Chapter Eleven: Punishment *~
Nabooru craved isolation, but only on her own terms. The thought of being physically removed so far from the fortress scared her, but she kept these feelings buried from everyone else. She did not wish to seem like a coward before her friends and especially her enemies.
She sighed as she climbed out of her cot in the morning and began to prepare herself for travel. Strange as she thought it, Nabooru would not be making ready her own equipment and rations for her exile. Someone else would be doing that for her. A servant as punishment is an odd thing indeed, she thought to herself. Beyond that she was told nothing else, besides that she was to meet Ganondorf in the courtyard that morning. She grabbed an old pair of pants, a tired-looking vest and shirt, and one of her heaviest cloaks to wear out. They were not pretty clothes but they were practical and warm. As she looked down at herself she sighed again. She was no vision of beauty but she did not really want to be. Nabooru certainly could not wear her finest outfit if she was going to live on her own in the desert for five days.
When Marmara came for her, Nabooru followed her slowly to the courtyard. As they walked, Marmara handed her a small pouch.
What is this? Nabooru asked.
A lucky charm. Marmara explained as Nabooru took out something heavy and shiny. A black gem hung on a thin string. It's probably not such a great idea to be giving you some other thing to drag out with you to the desert but I figured it was tiny enough.
Nabooru rolled the gem around in her hand. What kind of stone is it?
I'm not sure. It just has always fascinated and brought me good things. Marmara told her. You'll have to return it when you get back, but since this is a good luck charm you're sure to return so I don't have to worry.
Nabooru nodded idly. As they continued to walk several girls waved at Nabooru solemnly, understanding exactly where she was headed. Nabooru looked back at them and managed a shake of her hand to them.
She had chosen exile over a beating from Taylnu. While the beating would have allowed her to stay it would have been the least honourable way of going about with the situation. She knew that if she were beaten there was a chance she might cry out in pain or shed tears, and there was no way she would give Taylnu the satisfaction.
We have to walk to the fortress gates. Marmara said as they left the residence. The king will be there waiting for us.
I thought we were to meet him in the courtyard?
Change of plans.
Nabooru replied simply. Marmara, in her royal uniform, walking beside Nabooru, in her dusty and worn outfit, must have been a strange pair to see. It made Nabooru feel a pang of shame and she lowered her head. Marmara noticed and gave the girl a pat on the back.
Don't worry too much, Nabooru. It will be over soon. Marmara assured. It was an honourable thing, to accept the king's punishment so gracefully.
Nabooru nodded.
At the gates, a small group was amassed. A few royal guards and gate watchers surrounded a large, dark horse packed with supplies. There, securing the last of the load to the animal stood the king. Nabooru looked at Marmara in confusion.
Marmara, bring Nabooru over here. Ganondorf called to them. Nabooru divided her attention between the king (who was staring at her again with that funny smile of his) and the equipment on the horse, wondering if these were her provisions. Very prompt. I like people who don't waste my time.
Marmara bowed. Is there anything else you wish, lord?
No, you can return. Thank you, Marmara. The king dismissed her.
Take care, Nabooru. I will see you soon. She patted Nabooru on the back and took her leave. Nabooru watched her go for a moment before the king called her attention back.
So, Nabooru, did you have a good rest? He began to engage her idle talk as his guards handed him a riding cloak.
Uh... yes, lord. She said awkwardly.
Good to hear. He said, wrapping the cloak around him. Nabooru watched him, wishing to ask him where he was going. With only one horse she naturally assumed she would be sent off on her own. But as Ganondorf mounted the horse she began to realize her assumption was wrong. We'll head out now and I'll drop you off with your supplies. When he was seated he reached down for her hand. Come on.
Cautiously, she reached out her arm. He grabbed her wrist securely with one hand and pulled her onto the horse in front of him. He secured her with his large arm around her waist, leaning Nabooru back onto his chest while another arm took the reigns. This sudden closeness made her heart race. He was so much stronger than she had ever imagined. She began to realize how easily her sister could have fallen into the embrace of a man like this.
Are you ready? He asked quietly into her ear. She managed a barely audible , gulping back the unease caught in her throat. Ganondorf called for the gates to open and as they waited Nabooru worked up the courage to ask him, Why are you taking me out?
The king, in his enigmatic way, replied, I felt like getting some riding in today.
Nabooru said. The king's grip around her waist tightened just a bit. But that doesn't mean I don't get the additional enjoyment of riding out with a beautiful woman. He added in a lower voice.
With the gate finally raised, the king's horse took off with amazing speed. Nabooru's heart began to race again as fast as the galloping horse and she did not speak again until they were clear of the fortress and the king asked her, Are you afraid?
Of what? She asked back. It was a stupid response, Nabooru realized as an afterthought.
Your heart is beating very quickly. The king declared while Nabooru began to panic. He could sense her nervousness? What else could he feel? I thought you might be afraid of the horse. He's quite big and temperamental, but that is exactly why I chose him as my horse. You could say we share a mind.
The thought of the king with the brain of horse amused Nabooru, even though she knew this was not the meaning he had intended. No, it is not the horse, lord. She said, feeling her nerves ease. But what is his name?
His name is Prates. I named him after a king in an old Hylian folktale. Ganondorf explained. Prates was a great leader. His kingdom had been invaded by a foreign land and he was forced into hiding. For years, as his kingdom was overrun, he led the life of a dirty beggar. Even his servants and friends did not know where he had gone. His family thought he was dead.
Nabooru listened intently to the story. What happened to him?
Eventually, the foreigners left and the king's brother-in-law tried to proclaim himself king, thinking that Prates was dead. But at his coronation a homeless man appeared and declared the man a usurper. It was Prates, and he declared himself king. The new king just laughed at him until a large bolt of lightning came down from the heavens and stuck the usurper dead where he stood.
Oh, dear. Nabooru said quietly. The king laughed. My dear, it is not so awful as that. This act meant that Prates was indeed confirmed again as king. Divine justice was at work that day.
Did Prates know that was going to happen? She asked. Did he know his brother-in-law would be killed like that?
What does it matter? Prates was taking back what was rightfully his. Ganondorf explained approvingly. If I had been as Prates I would never have allowed such a fool to take my throne in the first place. But I would never have allowed anyone to invade my kingdom to begin with. But it was Prates' fault in the end. It is the typical weakness of the Hylians that they spread themselves too thin. Even now they attempt to unite a country that does not wish it to be so. The king spoke of the civil war in Hyrule, ongoing for forty years and still with no end in sight.
Why do they want to unite Hyrule? Nabooru asked.
Why do the Hylians want to do anything? They are empire builders. They always have been. They see themselves as the chosen people of the gods, without regard to the fact that there are other races in the world. But why would the gods choose such weak and stupid people as that to be their chosen race? They might just as easily chosen the Kokiri.
The Kokiri were a mythical race of children said to inhabit the forests in the east of Hyrule, yet few people had ever lived to see them. It was said the forests, as well as being home to these magic children, were also filled with a strange power that distorted the bodies and minds of anyone who entered there without the permission of the deities that resided there.
Who are the chosen people, then? Nabooru asked the king. Laughing, he replied, Everyone has their own explanations to the question.
Nabooru nodded quietly. They rode on slowly into the desert while the king entertained her with a few more folk tales of the Hylians and a few jokes. As they neared a small outcrop of rock Nabooru turned to her king, asking, How do you know so many of these stories?
I read many books, Nabooru. He explained, bringing his horse to a halt. We're here.
The king dismounted and began to untie some of the bags from Prates. Nabooru looked around, realizing with a heavy sigh that this is where she would spend the next two days.
Do you need help getting down? The king asked with concern.
No, I– Nabooru began to explain that she would be fine getting down on her own, but the king grabbed her up in his massive arms before she could explain. As he lowered her down she was again pressed up against his muscular frame. Her eyes were locked with his as he placed her feet onto the sand. She did not realize how long they had been standing there, staring at each other. The king only spoke with eyes and Nabooru did the same. I could have gotten down on my own. She said suddenly, breaking her daze. The king laughed. Of course, but what kind of gentleman would I have been? He let her go and returned to fetching the bags, acting so aloof as if nothing had just happened.
Do you want some help? She asked.
Grab the bag on the other side. He directed and Nabooru went to fumble with the clasps and ties.
When they had finally unloaded the packs the king helped Nabooru carry it to the rock outcropping. It was as the king had said; this area of rocks provided not only protection from the elements but also held a few desert plants the Nabooru could use for water and food.
It's very cosy, don't you think? The king said, standing idly around as Nabooru looked through her provisions. Two large bags held blankets, wood containers, dried snack food, water, a pot, and some kindling and flint to start a fire.
Yes, lord. Nabooru said, laying out a blanket to sit on.
The king kneeled down to her. I will return in the morning for you two days from now. You will meet me here at the rocks so I can take you back quickly.
Nabooru nodded.
The king stood. Do well here, Nabooru, and there will be good things in your future. And then he left.
~*~
In her first moments of idle loneliness, Nabooru began to wonder what good things the king had spoken of. She continued to contemplate the words as she began to prepare her camp. The difficulty of the chore began to draw more and more attention away from her own daydreaming and it was dusk by the time she got a small flame going that she was sure would not go out. It was the second time she had made such an attempt. Before, confident that the fire would stay on it's own, Nabooru left to explore the rocks for food. When she returned she found the fire out and began to curse, throwing her pot against the rocks. But it was no fun screaming and swearing with no audience but the desert flowers so she grumpily set herself to restarting the fire.
Once the fire was healthy again she took out a few of the dried snacks. There wasn't much there to begin with, but she could go searching tomorrow for something else to eat. She felt very drained by the day's excitement and curled up in a rough, woolen blanket near her fire, drinking some of the water.
She did not know she had fallen into the world of dreams. She was still only aware of the waking world as she remained curled up in her blankets in the hard stone crevasse.
Nabooru began to hear voices happy with laughter and she opened her eyes to discover she stood among a large room of people. Yet it was all perfectly natural. She was drawn straight into their numbers. She was with her sisters, dressed in fine jewels and silk, enjoying drinks and good food. And there, standing atop a stage before a great throne, was the king.
Ganondorf.
He put out his hand to Nabooru as the crowd between them parted. She walked to him, extending her hand out likewise. He pulled her to him and she stood next to him. His arm around her waist, he smiled and lowered his head for a kiss.
Something far away told Nabooru this was strange to her, yet she did not pull away from him. She met his kiss with eager lips and she felt elated.
Before she could take proper measure of the situation, all had changed. Her happy feelings were gone, as were the all the people. Where was Ganondorf now? Suddenly, she felt a hard blow across her cheek and fell to the ground.
The floor was cold but the blood from her mouth was warm and she could feel it as genuinely as she had once known the hot desert sun on her arms. She felt a presence in the room. Was it of the person who had struck her? A shadow fell over Nabooru and she looked up to see Ganondorf's face, twisted, haunting...evil.
He growled. She began to mumble something but her mouth was numb. Instead, he lifted her by her arm to face him. You know very well what I do to traitors, yet you did this anyway!?
I don't– She began, but he began to shake her roughly. She didn't understand.
Shut up! He screamed. Nabooru made the sudden realization that the king sounded more upset than angry with her. What had she done to deserve such treatment by him? I'll hear no more! You will not die a traitor's death. I'll...
She could hear no more. Nor would she. Ganondorf's voice disappeared, replaced by another that was far calmer and distant. It rung in her head, unlike any dream she had ever experienced before....
Pray to me in silence...
And then she woke up.
~*~
The cawing of a black crow awakened Nabooru shortly after the dawn. The dream had not only been disturbing but made her feel like she had received no sleep at all. But she could not go back to rest. After noticing her fire was dead she also realized she must have eaten away at most of her rations. She would have to look for food now.
She felt her muscles ache but the rumblings in her stomach were more demanding. Nabooru began her search by following the outer edges of the outcropping where the rocks dived into the desert sand and disappeared. Many places around the edges were too sloped to support large plants but looking for moses or small vines might be the sign of water.
Nabooru kept a sharp eye out and a hand on the rock wall, but it was bone dry. Finding nothing, she entered back into the outcropping and began to search there and was much relieved to find, in a spot to the south of her camp, an area where cactus plants grew. There also grew some berry bushes with spotted leaves and after retrieving what nutrients she could from the other plants she turned her attention to these strange fruits.
The berries were tiny and purple, clustering around the ends of the branches they grew on. Nabooru bent down and picked one, trying to recall something her mother had once told her about desert berries. Something came to her about the bitter-tasting ones being poisonous while the sweet ones were completely edible. Cautiously, she tested one of the berries and, biting into it, felt a bitter taste on her tongue and spit it out. These
were not edible.
Having collected some food to last her until the next day, Nabooru returned to start up her fire. Again, she heard the crow calling but drove it off with a tossed rock. It was midday when her fire was going again. With some time to think to herself Nabooru reminded herself of her dream.
In actuality she had thought a lot about it that morning. Her heart had jumped each time she remembered the kiss she and the king had shared. It had been so real and she had felt so strongly about it. Something in her awakened that she had never felt before. But was this a reflection of how she truly felt towards him?
The next addition to the problem came with the second part of the dream. Why was her king hitting her? What indeed had she done to incur Ganondorf's rage?
Traitor.... That is what he had called her. An interesting word to use for one like her. It was not even beyond her own reasoning that she might do something to have betrayed him in some light. Perhaps it was not her doing at all. Taylnu had a strong dislike for Nabooru. Could she have turned the king against her?
Then there was the voice that had belonged to no one and had filled Nabooru's head with fire. What had it said again?
Pray to me in silence...
She recalled the voice again with a shudder and the realization that she had no idea what it had meant filled her with fear. Who was speaking to her in her dream? Or was she really being spoken to at all. She wasn't sure what terrified her more: Someone else invading her dreams or that she might have reached an area of her mind that was so dark she would never understand it.
It was nightfall when Nabooru felt the sudden chill of the wind on her arms and she drew her blanket again about her and fell into sleep.
It was the same as before. Nabooru fell into this world again so naturally that it was as if all her waking moments had disappeared and each dream had merged into one continuous thread.
People surrounded her again and she was dancing and singing and dressed in fine jewels. But Ganondorf was gone, and soon the people were as well. Nabooru stood alone.
Pray to me... There was the voice again.
Nabooru asked stupidly. It was such an obvious question.
Pray to me... It repeated.
I don't understand what you're asking!
Pray to me...
I don't even know who you are!
You do... in the temple... you know.
I don't!
Abruptly, the dream was done and the voice was gone. Nabooru had no more dreams that night.
~*~
How stupid, Nabooru thought, that she should have such bizarre dreams that had no real meaning. Just who was she supposed to pray to? She did not believe any god had spoken to her because there could be no god who would waste their time with her. She was simply Nabooru of the Gerudo, a girl with no particular special traits. It was just a dream, and nothing more. Yet as Nabooru sleepily prepared that morning for the king to come fetch her she thought that perhaps she might do well to give a small prayer up to the goddesses. Aleniha suddenly entered her thoughts as she kneeled down before the ashes that remained of her fire. Nabooru closed her eyes and thought about her family, her mother, and her friends and a calm washed over her. She gained a new awareness to her isolation, realizing that the quiet gave her time to hear her own thoughts rather than reaching out for the thoughts of others. She realized that she was not as alone as she had felt when she arrived. Terrible that she only felt this now, on the day she would be returning to the fortress.
Nabooru looked up to the voice. Ganondorf smiled back at her. Shall I leave you be?
Nabooru felt the heat rise in her face. I'm sorry. I'll get my things.
Don't bother. He waved her off and started to pack up the gear himself. Nabooru watched as he began cleaning up the camp, staring until she realized she should be helping him. Sire, please, let me help. She offered.
They packed together in silence. Nabooru was too nervous to speak and Ganondorf merely enjoyed her company. A pan slipped from her hand and she fumbled to stuff it into the sack. It nearly caught the king on the foot and Nabooru cursed herself as she reached to pick it up again. His hand reached the pan first and he gently took it from her hand.
I'm sorry, sire. She apologized. I'm a klutz. This made him smile again.
Quite all right. The king said as he took Nabooru's hand. Hmmm, your hands...
What about them? She asked, feeling suddenly defensive.
They feel much too rough. He told her, feeling the palm with his fingers.
Rough for what?
You are too striking to have such rough hands. They should be soft like silk. He spoke almost in a sigh, but added, Well, you work hard and train just as much, so I should not be surprised they are so rough. Perhaps we can work on that and you might have soft hands like your sister one day. Nabooru, unsure of what to say, remained rigid and unmoving until the king laughed. What did he mean? Like her sister?
Sire, how is Subia? She could barely speak against her beating heart but she could not fight her curiosity. Perhaps asking after her sister might encourage the king to expand upon his own cryptic comparison.
She's growing well. He said with pride. The child will come soon. And that will make you an aunt, won't it?
Yes, I suppose it will. Nabooru said, not really having considered it before. If anything, she would not be so mean to this child as her own aunt had been to her. Are you eager to be a father? The long pause that followed Nabooru's question made her regret that she had ever asked it.
I have always been eager to be a father. He said finally as all the happiness had drained from his face. Come, lets take this to the horse. Ganondorf picked up most of Nabooru's pack for her, leaving her with only a light blanket to carry.
Er, do you want me to carry some of that? She asked as she tagged along behind him through the rocks.
I can carry it. He told her politely.
Another silence followed until they emerged from the outcrop and reached Prates. May I ask you a question?
You may.
What will you do when Subia's child is born?
The king smiled gently. You're worried about what will happen to your sister after the child is born?
She will always be taken care of. You should know that well enough. Ganondorf turned to her and Nabooru remembered her dreams, when they had kissed and she had felt so blessed, as well as when he had struck her and she felt unimaginable pain. Nabooru took a step back from him. What is it? She looked again to him and noticed that his eyes were filled with fear. What was he suddenly afraid of? Was it the look Nabooru had given him?
Oh, I suddenly felt as if I had experienced this all before. It was strange. She lied. But Ganondorf accepted it and laughed. You have been too long alone, I guess. He dismissed it all and finished loading his horse. He pulled her on and they turned for home.
The king held onto Nabooru as tightly as he had on their trip out from the fortress two days before.
Yes, Sire?
I have a new job offer for you. I hope that you will not take so long as you had before to consider it?
Nabooru giggled. It depends, Sire.
I have it in mind to begin your training with Marmara as a messenger to me.
It would not be too hard and you would not have to leave your little friends. It would be a good opportunity for you to learn more about the court and spend time with your darling sister. Ganondorf explained.
Nabooru considered it for a moment. It didn't seem too bad of an offer. She was excited at the prospect of spending more time with both her sister and Marmara, who she admired so much. Why would I need to be trained too? Doesn't Marmara do a good job.
Of course. She is a trusted and intelligent woman. But she wants more time off and I think you would be a good fill-in. You know each other well and you're certainly a worthy trainee. His compliments made her nervous and self conscious again.
I think that I would like to take this job. Nabooru said happily.
~*~
Nabooru's return was devoid of any sort of fanfare and this was appropriate enough. She had been sent for punishment and would not be returning as some kind of conquering hero. Yet from the reception she received from her fellow Quiet Scorpions Nabooru knew she had been missed.
She entered the common rooms covered in dust and dirt, wondering how soon she would be able to take a bath. Nabooru would have to wait at least until the girls were done with their welcome.
Phanie was the first to take notice of her entrance, jumping to her feet and nearly knocking Nabooru off her own with her tight embrace. You're back!
I've only been gone two days. Nabooru gasped. The other girls began to join in and started a group hug that soon turned into a pile-on with Nabooru somewhere near the bottom, fighting for air. I can't breathe! She cried, almost laughing.
Guys, get up. Jahaliah stood over them and pulled off Amalia first. The rest followed on their own energy amidst a mixture of giggles and tears. Nabooru, when did you get back? Jahaliah asked when she reached Nabooru and offered a hand up to her feet.
Just this afternoon. The king brought me back.
The king brought you? With whom else?
No one. Just the king.
Oh, that's so romantic! Squealed Chano.
Yes, well, I hope you aren't too worn out. Jahaliah added quietly.
As the girls settled down again Nabooru sought out Marmara to inquire about the bath. You can come take one now. The king sent word that you may use the private court baths. She was told. You certainly are dusty. The king has told me that you are to become my apprentice. How exciting for you. Marmara spoke with a kind of motherly pride.
You don't mind, do you? Nabooru asked politely.
No, not at all! Marmara explained. I think the king has made a wise decision and I welcome the help. You're a fast learner.
I'm glad you're not mad. I don't want to take your job.
You won't be taking it. And besides it is always wise to plan for uncertainty.
Nabooru repeated the word. Like what?
It is not a good idea to speak about bad things that may not even occur. We can plan for them, but we must not speak of them. Consider that as one of your first official lessons from me.
Nabooru only nodded, hoping she would remember this rule.
The bath was as splendid as Nabooru hoped it would be. It was nice to rinse the the sand from her hair and and apply lotion to her dry skin. Marmara allowed Nabooru to use all that was available to high court members, on orders from the king, but told her she would afterwards return to the small quarters she still shared with the other young girls. Even though she was to be apprenticed to the king's own messenger she would have to gradually earn all the other privileges that generally accompanied a position so close to the king himself.
This bath was a long and rectangular pool surrounded by pillars and open to the sky above. The water was shallow and heated by some kind of secret underground spring. It had been so long ago that these baths had been built that the exact engineering behind them was now lost, but so long as the water remained and stayed warm as it did there was no need to rediscover these secrets.
Marmara disappeared for a few minutes, telling Nabooru to enjoy her soaking. She sat bare in the water with her arms and knees drawn up around her breasts and closed her eyes. How wonderful it was to feel so much water and warmth around her. She dipped her head in and came out with her red hair clinging to her shoulders. Nabooru pushed it back and began to wipe the water from her ears when she heard footsteps again.
Marmara? I– She called out, but it was Taylnu who met her gaze. Nabooru quickly drew an arm across her breasts, thoughtful of her nakedness and the penetrating stare the woman gave her. Nabooru said nothing more.
You are a clever girl, aren't you? Taylnu stood over Nabooru, who remained sitting at the edge of the pool. Folding her arms in front of her Taylnu continued, asking, You think you can seduce the king to get what you want? Just like your sister?
Nabooru looked shocked and hurt at the accusation, knowing it to be totally false.
The king can't say no to a pretty face. Of course that doesn't explain your sudden rise in status, but...
You have no right to speak to me so, I'ama. Nabooru spoke quietly and in a
courteous tone that contrasted with her defiant message.
I do. I am the king's advisor and I speak for him when he cannot.
The king can speak for himself on such matters. He is a grown man and king. Nabooru fought back, unsure of where the words were coming from. Normally, she remembered, she would have begun to shout at Taylnu or protest in some kind of childish manner. Yet she retained her composure. You have no right to speak for him on this matter and you know it.
Girl, how dare you question it! Taylnu began to weaken. Was she angry because she could not get a better rise out of Nabooru?
I do not question anything that is already a fact. Nabooru countered. You are not the king's mouth. He has one of his own. You may threaten me all you want. I don't care.
Taylnu's chin jetted out as she frowned and narrowed her eyes. Insolent girl! Her hand struck down to Nabooru's wrist and she took the girl roughly in her grasp. I'll show you how to treat your superiors!
Nabooru struggled against Taylnu. The woman's grasp was not as tight as she had thought and Nabooru's wet wrist slid out of Taylnu's hand.
What are you doing? Marmara had returned, and just in time. Taylnu, Nabooru is allowed here. It was the king's orders.
Taylnu took a step back. Marmara, the girl was being sassy. She declared
haughtily. I was merely teaching her how–
The king has put Nabooru under my orders, not yours. If you have a problem with that see him and leave Nabooru alone. Marmara stood her ground and two women began to stare each other down. Taylnu broke first.
She gave Nabooru a parting glance. Let the king make his own mistakes. After the woman took her leave Marmara helped Nabooru out of the water and gave her linen to dry off with.
She didn't hurt you, did she? Marmara asked with concern.
No. She couldn't get a hold on my wrist. Nabooru rubbed her arm as she spoke. The grip had been strong enough to leave her with some pain but it would be gone soon.
Nabooru, you won't let Taylnu get to you. She's not to treat you like that without reason.
I know, Marmara. Nabooru nodded. I didn't let her get me angry this time.
Good. We should be getting some rest now. Marmara led her back to her quarters, explaining that she would come for Nabooru the next morning to begin her training. You'll tag along with me for a few days before you get the schedule down. Then you can have a few short shifts on your own. Sounds good?
Nabooru nodded.
Sleep well. Tomorrow will be a busy day.
~*~
Just as Marmara had promised, the first half of Nabooru's first day was fast-paced and tested her mind more than any other job yet. Being a messenger meant remembering many little things, like names, protocol, rules, and even what time the king liked his morning meal to come.
Marmara had arrived for Nabooru so early that none of the younger girls had woken up yet for their own chores. As she threw on her clothes Nabooru remembered when she had finally told her friends she was to be apprenticed to Marmara. Jahaliah had taken it the worst, meaning she had said nothing at all to Nabooru since. There had been little talk of the Quiet Scorpions since Nabooru's return and she supposed that it was perhaps a passing fancy. They would have been better off to just make a secret club than some kind of radical group. Jahaliah, Nabooru guessed, still thought otherwise.
With Marmara calling for Nabooru to quicken the pace she decided she had no time to think about the Quiet Scorpions now. She'd worry about Jahaliah's feelings later.
As soon as Nabooru emerged and was ready to go Marmara took her directly to the king's quarters. As they walked (more like ran) along the quiet corridors Marmara began to advise Nabooru on what to do.
You musn't speak out unless the king speaks to you. Pay attention to what people are saying, even if they aren't speaking to you. Listen carefully to all instructions the king gives you. If someone else gives you instructions you are not to follow them when on the king's time. Right now you are his servant and no one else's. That goes for Taylnu too. If she gives you an order tell her politely that you cannot disobey the king. Oh, dear, am I forgetting something? I know I am. Marmara began to panic. For today, just stay beside me and do everything I do. Always follow my lead and don't get distracted. And if someone other than the king offers you something, politely decline it. You cannot take anything while you are on duty, not even food. The king must give permission before you can eat.
Nabooru's head began to swim trying to remember all these rules. To calm herself she told herself to simply follow Marmara's lead and the rest would follow in time. I've got it, Marmara.
Marmara nodded as they reached the doors to the king's quarters. Oh, and don't talk to me, either. If you have questions save them until we are alone. Okay?
Nabooru nodded back and they entered quietly. Inside, they were met by Katlinu.
How relieved I am to see you are on duty this morning. Marmara sighed with relief. Nabooru knew she had anticipated seeing Taylnu.
The king still sleeps. I haven't yet woken him. Katlinu said. Guess I should, huh?
We'll go in. It's okay. Nabooru noticed Marmara held a small scroll in her hand. I have this to give him. Messages from Hyrule.
Ah, he'll want to see those. Katlinu smiled. Nabooru, so good to see you doing so well. Nabooru suddenly recalled the episode during lessons that had resulted in her temporary exile.
I'ama Katlinu, please forgive me for the fight Jahaliah and I started. Nabooru announced with a bow. I did not mean to scare or anger you.
Katlinu, true to her character, laughed it off. Oh, it's okay. As long as you were not hurt. And it looks like you made out well enough.
Come on, Nabooru. Marmara whispered.
Nabooru nodded again to Katlinu before entering the main bedchamber. Marmara had grabbed a small torch to light the room and instructed Nabooru to light the candles while she presented the news to the king. Pay attention to me while you light the candles. When you're done, come stand beside me and bring the torch with you. She whispered and Nabooru obeyed.
Marmara approached the bed and Nabooru saw the outline of the king's frame as well as that of a woman. At first she thought it was her sister and a smile emerged on her face. As she lit more of the candles around the room and the king started to awaken, Nabooru realized she was mistaken. The woman was someone else and Nabooru could feel her heart drop into her stomach.
Sire, I hope that you have rested well. Marmara announced with a slight bow.
The king sat up slowly as the woman next to him merely rolled over and continued to sleep. Very restful. He muttered with sleep in his voice. What's this news today?
From Hyrule this morning, Sire. Marmara handed him the parchment.
He took it from her. Tell Katlinu I'll take my morning meal in an hour. He told Marmara as he unrolled the paper.
Yes, Sire. Marmara darted out of the room quickly as the king started to read. Nabooru continued to quietly light the candles. There sure were a lot of them in the room, she thought. As she moved about she kept her gaze fixed on the woman in the bed, wondering who she was and, at the same time, where her own sister had gone.
Damned Goron filth. The king suddenly muttered. Marmara returned. When will you bring me good new, Marmara? He sighed, throwing the paper on the floor. Marmara chased after it as Ganondorf's eyes finally found Nabooru. Well, here's a start. Nabooru, come here. The king called to her. Nabooru looked at her torch and at the few candles she had left to light.
Yes, Sire? Nabooru asked.
Good to see you on the job. He told her as he approached the bedside. I hope she has been doing well, Marmara.
Yes, very good, Sire. Marmara told him as she stood, parchment back in her hand.
That's what I like to hear. He turned and nudged the lump beside him. Shashlu, get up and fetch me water.
Shashlu? Nabooru couldn't recall that name. As she came into the light Nabooru saw that she wasn't much older than herself. She was strikingly tall, with hair the length of her back. She gathered a robe and wrapped it around herself to cover her nakedness. She looked sullen for one so beautiful and tall, almost as if she wished not to be in the room at all. She avoided Nabooru's eyes and it was probably better that way. Nabooru wasn't sure whether to pity or hate the girl who seemed to have replaced her sister so suddenly.
Nabooru, do you know of the Gorons? Ganondorf asked her. What was this, a test?
Er, the rock people? She said stupidly. They live in Death Mountain and are skilled in the art of the metalwork.
Yes, precisely put. But they are also socially and culturally inferior. No wonder the King of Hyrule was so ready to conclude a separate peace with them. Ganondorf muttered as Marmara and Nabooru stared in silence. Peace? There was a peace? Now he will have a nearly unlimited supply of arms, with the Gorons help. Marmara, send word to the far outposts to keep watch on the routes between Kakariko and Castletown. There will be good pillaging there if this peace holds. Perhaps there will also be a way to exploit it.
Yes, Sire. Marmara turned to leave, as did Nabooru.
Marmara showed Nabooru how to send out a dispatch, which had to be written in code (Nabooru would have time to learn it, she assured). After that they spent a very boring morning with the king and his council. Each woman seemed to have their own pointless problem that somehow required the king's immediate attention and each time the king assured her that he would give some thoughts to the matter. When the talk came to the civil war the king's attention suddenly became more intense. Clearly, this is what interested him most, aside from the reports of new plunder.
I received word this morning of a new peace between the Gorons and the Hylian king. I have instructed those on the far outposts to keep an eye on the transports on the roads.
The congregation nodded with agreement in the king's decision.
Jalunu spoke after, adding, We must decrease the arms of the Hylians. They are continuing their push into the desert. I lost four fighters in this past week alone from skirmishes along the border.
Why do they not fight? The king asked.
They do fight, Sire, but they are being caught off-guard and without the same
numbers the Hylians have.
Then we should send more and perhaps devise a more offensive battle strategy?
It would not be wise to take on the Hylians. We lack the resources.
Then we should get the resources. The king ordered. Collect together my treasury and find me some men in the border towns who are willing to fight the Hylians.
Recruit mercenaries, Sire? Jalunu asked in confusion.
Why not? The Hylians do it. If you can even recruit their own mercenaries, then do so. I would think that a group of motivated and attractive women with the right kind of coin would be able to make a more convincing argument than the Hylians.
Jalunu did not respond beyond a nod.
What if the mercenaries abandon us? Old Rashlena asked.
Then they abandon us. The more fools they are if they do. If they help us their share in the spoils goes up. The Hylians won't promise that. They take what they can and don't share the wealth.
Rashlena said nothing to that and went as quiet as Jalunu. From their faces, Nabooru guessed that they disagreed with the king's plan but did not have a proper argument against it, either. Shortly after that the council was dismissed and the remainder of the morning was spent helping the king go through the rest of his messages. Marmara helped point out which ones were more urgent and which ones could wait. All this paperwork bored Nabooru and reminded her of her lessons. It must be hard work to be king, she thought. But it had it's rewards.
In the afternoon Nabooru returned to the other girls and they were eager to hear her stories. She didn't have much to tell and was depressed because she had not been able to see Subia. And besides, she wanted to speak with Jahaliah more than anything else. An opportunity came after the afternoon meal when the two were placed on sweeping duty together. Jahaliah remained silent and worked quickly while Nabooru was distracted and inattentive to her job.
You missed a whole corner over there. Jahaliah said cooly.
I know. I'm getting to it. Nabooru assured her.
Jahaliah said nothing.
Listen, you're cross with me, aren't you? Nabooru could stand the silence no longer.
Nabooru, you go enjoy your time with the king, but stop turning your back on us.
I'm not turning my back on anyone! Nabooru argued.
What about the Quiet Scorpions?
What about them?
You know Phanie got a backhand from Taylnu the other day? The girl hadn't done a thing. That woman had come to watch us practice and she said she heard Phanie speaking curses at her. Jahaliah began telling Nabooru about all the things that had been going on that Nabooru had somehow missed. Had she been that unaware of her surroundings that she could not see her own friends getting abused? It's all happening and we're doing nothing about it.
I'll talk to the king about it. Nabooru said quietly as she continued to sweep.
He won't do a thing. We all know what he's after anyway. Jahaliah stood in close near Nabooru's face, whispering, Once he's got you where he wants you he'll take you and then leave you, just like your sister.
Take me? Nabooru asked innocently. What does the king want with me?
Can't you see where all this is going? You're not this naive, are you? Jahaliah nearly laughed. You hold the king's favour, but so have lots of girls. Do you want to end up like your sister?
There's nothing wrong with my sister. Nabooru defended.
I wish not to speak ill of our king, but he is not the honourable man he should be. Do not give into him like your sister did.
Jahaliah, you're speaking strangely. Nabooru said in frustration.
The king will want you and take you to his bed. He may give you favours but if he tires of you too quickly he'll just get rid of you. Jahaliah explained. You should watch yourself around him. He can make or break your career.
Nabooru said nothing to this. She really couldn't. She supposed Jahaliah was right. It made sense to her now. Subia had given herself to the king and now another shared his bed, even though Subia was going to have his child. Did he really have so little care for the feelings of others? No, he was kind in other ways. He had held her hand so delicately in the desert and examined it with so much concern.
Her broom was thrown to the floor and the wood echoed off the stone. Nabooru fled from the room and she could hear Jahaliah call after her. But she didn't want to hear any more. Just as she thought she had it all figured out, as life was starting to come into focus, it was like everything was turned upside down again.
~*~
The king stood alone before the pool, pleased to take in what solitary time he could afford himself. The linen around his waste was the only thing he wore and as he moved to discard this as well his wonderful silence was interrupted by the creaking door and footsteps.
Dammit, Taylnu. He said without even having to turn around. I told you to leave me be.
Arms drew themselves under his muscular arms and around his chest. He could feel her outline pressed against his back. He took a deep breath and sighed. Please, don't send me away. Taylnu's usual harsh voice was more feminine now, even seductive.
Taylnu, I want you to leave me. He commanded quietly.
Brother, you always send me away. Don't you love me?
He removed her arms from around his waste and turned to her, holding her hands in his. Do not call me that. He told her and as he saw tears flood into her eyes he added, And I do love you. Do not think otherwise. But continue to disobey me and I will send you off to live with the priestesses.
She suddenly drew away from him, her eyes narrowing. You wouldn't dare.
I would. You know it.
She fell back into his arms. You would not do such a thing to the sister that loves you and worships you as the god that you are. She buried her face in his chest.
Taylnu, enough of these games...
You'll give more regard to that little whore Nabooru than you will to me? She cried at him. He pulled her off of him and slapped her lightly across the face.
Don't you speak of things you do not understand! He growled.
Taylnu held her face. I'm sorry, Sire. She fell back again onto his chest, hugging him to her. Please, I am your servant only. I care for you and no one else.
Then do as I say and leave.
Not yet. She said, looking up to him. Won't you give your sister a kiss? She
touched the outline of his jaw.
One kiss... She stood on the ends of her toes to try and reach his lips. Just one. She whispered.
He threw her away from him. Enough of your sick games. Now get out of here before I hit you harder.
Recoiling with anger, Taylnu took her leave in silence.
Before Taylnu opened the door, the king added, And leave Nabooru alone. She's mine.
~*~
One more author note: Okay, so that may have been a bit weird. Are Taylnu and Ganondorf brother and sister? Yes, they're half-siblings. But lets not forget that Taylnu is a bit off her rocker to begin with. I mean, look at what eventually happens to Ganondorf. Chances are she's just as unstable to begin with. But don't worry, I don't plan on having them get together. While I'm not against authors that would write it that way I just really can't do it. I lack the skill and guts.