Lia had fallen asleep. There was no other way she could have reached this pace. She was standing in the corridor. Her corridor, as she had come to think of it. Apart from the one instance that included the vague company of her purring friend, she had always appeared here alone. Taking a moment to gaze around the white, bland, familiar surroundings, she felt a twinge of something close to…comfort
How strange. Never could she associate a pleasant memory with this endless, inescapable place. And yet, in it, she found an unexplainable sense of home. Well, not entirely unexplainable. Here, in a town that was foreign to her, in the house of a stranger, there was no place that made her feel… safe. This place, although far from being safe, was one that she knew.
Inhaling deeply, she began what she suspected would be her usual, never-ending walk. There was the option to sit and wait it out, but Lia felt the urge to stretch her legs and think. Whilst her body may have caved into its need for sleep, her mind had not. There was too much to think about, too much at stake, just… too much.
Approaching
the first door, she did not waste time even looking at it. The doors
were locked, they always were. She carried on walking and then
stopped dead. There was
no door. There was a door frame, but no actual door.
Staring straight ahead, Lia contemplated whether she dared to glance
inside. She did. And her lips shifted into a quarter smile. It was
Erika.
The strange girl stood several feet from the doorway,
staring down at her feet and looked confused. Her brows knitted
together and her hands balled into fists at her side. Lia resisted
the urge to say, "Yes, they are your feet", and refrained from
chuckling aloud. After a few moments, Erika's hands loosened, her
expression turned unfathomable and she remained that way. When it
became apparent that the strange girl wasn't about to do or say
anything of interest, Lia moved onto the next door, to find that it
too revealed another of her colleagues. This time, it was Ella.
There was nothing amusing to be found here. Her friend was sobbing and sobbing hard. These were not small, feminine sobs, but silent, body racking cries that escaped her covered face. Her entire frame shook with some unknown grief; her hands shielded her face, fingers appearing to dig into her skin. Lia wanted to step over the threshold, to comfort he friend. But the moment seemed too intense, too private and the intrusion would have been wrong. Sparing herself further discomfort, Lia progressed to the next door, hoping that it would be less distressing than the last. It was. Of all the people that could have stood there, it was Eragon.
It looked as though he was throwing one of his not-so-manly fits of emotion. Folding her arms, she watched him fondly. Contrary to all their name-calling and relief that he was no longer in their company, she did find that there was a part of her that genuinely missed him. If there was one thing she could honesty proclaim; it was that travelling with the Rider had been far from boring. And nearly every part of their journey that had proven to be exciting, were almost always a direct result of what could only be described as the Rider's "emotional problems."
And here he was, brandishing his fists at the skies and obviously shouting himself hoarse over whatever injustice had befallen him now. His chest was heaving and his lips were moving, but there was no sound. He did seem thoroughly upset over something, but that was the Rider; passionate and stupid, with nothing in between. Deciding that witnessing yet another Rider tantrum was one thing she could afford to miss, she offered him a small, unseen wave and made her way to the fourth and final door. However, when she reached the door, it was closed.
Disappointed, she stared at the door; arms crossed and moved her eyes to the handle. If she wished, she could open it- for once, the opportunity was there. Then again, if it was closed, maybe it was for very good reason. As she wondered what the right course of action would be, the handle moved on its own accord and slowly, the door began to creak open. As a rule, objects did not move by themselves, unless by some form of magic and Lia had not been the caster. Disturbing as the event may have appeared to others, Lia was not afraid. If anything, she was overwhelmed by a sense of sudden importance. Whatever lay behind this door was something that she needed to see. With baited breath, she waited until the door was open wide and then, she took one hesitant step forward. She did not quite dare to step inside. She didn't have to. She could see it all.
Darkness. Darkness and nothing else. And like a warm blanket, it welcomed her, called to her and begged her to enter. The larger part of her wanted nothing more, but her feet held her firm. Then, somewhere in the deepest, darkest depths of the blackness, she saw the sparkle of light. It was no bigger than the smallest coin, but it was there. Like a single star burning in the night, it shone and brought with it a feeling of hope. She realised then that it had not been the darkness that had called to her, but this star. How odd. How beautiful.
Before she was aware of what she was doing, her feet had brought her to the doorway and her right foot was teetering over the edge, wanting to carry her forward. There were no real words to describe it, nothing that made sense, other than a feeling that it was the right thing to do. The right thing, but she fought against it, digging the heel of her left foot into the ground and gritting her teeth.
Her internal battle was cut short by a tugging sensation from above. Head snapping upwards, she knew what was about to happen. Someone was calling to her. With the last of her strength, she staggered away and slammed the door hard. Then, she felt her consciousness being pulled upwards and she closed her eyes, relieved.
Opening her eyes, she had expected to see Murtagh; a silly reaction, given that he was not there. But she at least expected to wake in their place. This was not their place. She was in the underground chamber and crouched over her was Hepzibah. With a finger pressed to her lips, she shot a meaningful look at Ella, who was still asleep. Lia raised a questioning brow. The older woman shook her head, stood, walked to the door and held it open, gesturing that they should go upstairs.
Lia did not like the idea of leaving Ella unattended, but the woman's stance spoke the urgency of whatever that it was she wished to discuss in private. Rising quietly, she gave her friend one last look and then headed for the stairs. As far as she could discern, Murtagh was still fast asleep. This conversation, whatever it was, would indeed be a private one. If it were anything of importance, she would tell her partner in the morning. He needed sleep, they all did. Without a further thought, Lia walked up the steps and heard Hepzibah's soft footsteps trailing behind her.
Jacob's head hit the headboard for the last time, as he moaned in climax. Breathing hard, the heavenly creature's body collapsing against his, followed the sound. Hesitantly, his fingers moved to caress the skin of her back, which was slick with sweat. He thought that she would recoil, but instead, she seemed to relax.
It had just happened. One minute he was unconscious and the next, he was awake and this beautiful young woman was lying by his side. When he had tried to speak, she had put a finger to his lips and then moved to kiss him. So unexpected was the action, that at first, he did not respond. But her lips were persuasive, unyielding and somewhere along the line, her hands moved to undress him. Oh he had wanted to get to the bottom of his current situation, but the urgency with which she mounted him was impossible to resist.
Never had he felt so wanted, so desired and by one so breathtakingly stunning. If it were a dream, he did not want to wake and if he had somehow died, he was happy to stay exactly where he was. His lips parted to ask her name. She spoke in his stead.
"No talking," she sighed.
Ignoring her instruction, he tried to force the words out, but they were lodged somewhere at the back of his throat.
"Why do they always insist on talking afterwards?! I always thought that was a desperate woman's task?" she muttered to herself.
His eyebrows arched high, before plummeting down in agitation. Somehow, he had not imagined her to sound like this. Though her voice was melodic and attractive to the ear, her tone was harsh. Suddenly he was reminded of where he was and he still did not know why. If he could not talk, maybe he could whisper? He couldn't. It was as though no air existed within him. In his frustration, he accepted that vocal communication was out of bounds. Therefore he settled for a more childish approach. He pinched her arm.
"Did you just …pinch me?" she asked in disbelief, raising a comical brow.
Unimpressed, he set his jaw and pinched her arm again, just for the hell of it. She slapped his hand away as it she were swatting a fly and cast him a disparaging look.
"You can't move your arms," she informed him casually, examining the fingernails of one hand and wrinkling her nose at the dirt beneath them. "Ugh, disgusting. When this is over, I am getting my life back."
Ignoring the squirming beneath her, she continued to grumble to herself. Jacob desperately tried to move his arms, but it felt as though they had been weighed down with lead. There was no moving them. Fine. He still had a leg; one good, operational leg and he was going to use it. Hooking it around the back of her legs, he rolled himself over. She barely had time to react to the sudden movement, when he was lying on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. Her face reddened and she tried to move him, but he was going no where and, much to her embarrassment, she was physically too weak.
"Get- off – me!" she gasped.
He grinned wickedly and mouthed the words, "I don't think so."
"I – said," she gnashed her teeth together in her effort, "Get – off – me!"
The words were spat so vigorously, that a few specks of spittle hit him in the eye. Wincing, he pulled an unappreciative face, but refused to move. Her words echoed in the back of his head, ordering him to move, but he didn't want to. It turned out that his iron will was too much for her powers – especially when her face was turning purple from her inability to inhale.
He wondered how long she would hold out? Her pride was visibly disintegrating by the second and when her eyes were saucer wide and scared, she used what was left of her breath to release one very crude word. Giving her a scolding look, he then smiled widely and cocked an inviting brow. Despite her life-threatening predicament, she still found the energy and gall to roll her eyes. He had to admire that much.
"Fine," she wheezed. "You- you- can- move- your- arms- and –talk!"
"You are too kind," he said amiably and then rolled off her fragile form with ease.
Swallowing mouthfuls of air, Erika regained her breath and then shifted onto her side, resting on one elbow and shooting him a filthy look.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't immobilise you from head to toe, cripple?" she asked dangerously.
He smiled, but his eyes were cold. "Because, it won't work."
"And what's your excuse?" she probed, running a frustrated hand across her brow.
"I am my own man," he shrugged.
Searching his eyes for traces of lies. Erika found herself leaning closer to him. Deep in the act of scrutinising his face, his head snapped forward and his lips pecked hers. He met her furious face with a boyish, carefree smile.
"How dare you!" she hissed.
He gave her a single shoulder shrug. "I dare."
"You have served your purpose," she announced pompously. "And you will never touch me again."
"That's fine by me. You weren't that good anyway," he replied airily.
Stunned into silence, Erika then lapsed into a fit of incoherent mutterings; most of which Jacob did not understand. He didn't care. He had free use of his voice and the majority of his limbs and a naked, somewhat irritating Goddess lay by his side. Things certainly could have been a lot worse. Rolling onto her other side, she presented him with a fine view of her back. She was still mumbling to herself, whilst his eyes moved over her body appreciatively. He allowed himself a few moments more of pleasure, before getting to the bottom of things.
"Why am I here? Who are you and where is Lia?"
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her hair fanning out on the pillow behind her.
"You are here because Lia doesn't trust you not to go tattling. I am-" she hesitated and then smiled wryly. "- An associate of hers, chosen to keep you in line."
Casting him a threatening look, she impressed the point by jabbing him in the shin with her toe. He feigned a groan of pain. She scowled.
"And Lia is elsewhere, but she will return for us in the morning. Anything else?!" she snapped.
He looked at her curiously. "A friend of Lia's? Yes, I can see that. Like her, you are quite the bitch."
She gave him a moment to blink, before she appeared by his side, facing him once more. A knife was pressed to his groin and her eyes blazed with the insult.
"I am not her friend and if you ever, ever compare the two of us again, I will cut it off."
The warning was given so calmly, that goose bumps peppered his skin. Reaching down, he carefully moved the knife away form what little was left of his pride and glory and met her icy stare with one of his own.
"It seems that we have something in common," he informed her. "Because I can't say that I like her that much either."
"I am glad to hear it," she replied, tossing the knife over her shoulder. "It does get rather sickening seeing how many people simply love that abomination."
"We could form a club?" he suggested with a snort.
At that, she laughed and the accompanying smile softened her face. But he could still remember the feeling of cold steel against his crotch and he would not allow himself to forget that she was dangerous. A lethal beauty. Sensing his well-grounded fear, her smile turned predatory.
"Are you afraid, my crippled little lamb?" she asked with mocking eyes.
He didn't answer, only folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes and twitched his lips.
"Why did you sleep with me?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue.
Taken aback, she frowned. "I don't recall any sleeping, but if you're asking why I had sex with you, it was because I wanted to."
Her answer was so honest and stated so plainly; that he opened his eyes and gazed upon her with an inexplicable expression.
"You…wanted to?" he asked, each word painfully slowly. "You...wanted me?"
Giving him a bizarre look, she gestured a hand across his body. "You are handsome, you have two arms, two legs and functional genitals. I needed a man and now I am satisfied. Where exactly is the fascination?" she demanded irritably.
He couldn't trust himself to speak; he couldn't trust himself to look at her. Her words meant too much. Struggling to remain seemingly impassive, he blinked rapidly and prayed that she would not see the betraying moisture swimming in his eyes. She didn't. Easily distracted, with what appeared to be an almost child-like attention span, her eyes were wandering the room, searching for something of interest. He was already forgotten.
Watching her slightly frustrated face from the corner of his eye, he waited for the moment when her eyes would land back on him. Their room was not that interesting. It took less than a minute and he pretended that he did not notice her. Wordlessly, she lifted his arm and shuffled against his side, placing one arm around his middle and her head upon his chest. For a few seconds, he couldn't breathe and then, he hesitantly moved the hand above her, to her hair. She stiffened, but then, he felt her arm tighten around him. With his remaining hand, he placed his fingers lightly on her arm, tracing them up to her shoulder and then touched her cheek. Although he could not see her face, he could feel that she was completely at peace. As if guessing his thoughts, she chuckled – it was not an encouraging sound.
"Don't get any ideas. This means nothing," she said in a slightly muffled voice.
"Of course," he agreed.
She was an enemy after all. Now, they would sleep in each other's arms, but when they next woke, it would change nothing. Content to simply enjoy the moment, Jacob watched her, until his lids could stay open no more.
Losing herself in the warm, strong embrace of the young man, Erika allowed herself a rare indulgence. With the feeling of his big arms closed around her, a memory was triggered. A memory so faint and so vague, it was barely existent. More than anything else, it was a feeling, and whatever it was, she had it now. Someone holding her, someone making her feel safe and protected. She had lied to him. It did mean something, but only to her. It opened a window to a past she did not know, but sometimes… it was nice to try and remember... if only for a while. Pointlessly shutting her eyes, she tried to cling to this temporary feeling of… family.
Marching to the frosted over front window, the witch heaved a mighty sigh, before turning to face the girl who followed at her heels.
"It didn't work," Hepzibah stated bluntly.
Folding her arms, she waiting for the warrior's expected argument. As always, Albert remained forgotten, slumped across the counter. Outside, the wind howled like a hungry beast in the wild, a fierce wind rattled the windows and on the inside, the sleeping man's snores came forth in rhythmic grunts. Yet despite all this accumulative noise, at Hepzibah's words, the room seemed to fall quiet…and cold. Nothing else seemed to exist. There was only the witch and the warrior. Slowly, Lia inclined her head. The slight flare of her nostrils; being the only sign of her disappointment. No… not disappointment. Disappointment was a word too mild. Hepzibah could think of no word that fit the emotion she could see hidden behind those intense brown, orbs.
"You did what you could," Lia acknowledged fairly and with effort. "We can expect nothing less."
The older woman met the warrior's calm gaze with a level look.
"Girl…" she said, enunciating each word clearly. "I'm not sure you're following me…I'm telling you that it didn't work."
Lia forced a reassuring half smile. "I heard you the first time."
"Well you're handling it better than expected," the woman observed, mildly surprised.
"So it didn't work," Lia blew a strand of hair away from her face. "I will find another way."
It was one big performance. An act of complete self-control, mastered to fool anyone and everyone. Hepzibah was not fooled so easily, nor would she allow the warrior to fool herself. Turning her back on the woman, Lia reached for the door handle and –
"There is no other way…but there is something that can be done…"
Dropping her hand back down, Lia calmly turned herself around and went to stand before the woman once more.
"Tell me," the warrior requested.
Her tone was civil, but there was no denying the underlying desperation.
Hepzibah exhaled sharply and then cast the girl a tired glance. "You're not going to like it."
"Tell me," Lia insisted.
"Very well…" the woman agreed. "…I cannot undo what has been done… but I can remove his protection… That much is in my power…"
Lia stared at the woman with empty eyes, her face turning blank. The woman stared right back, mirroring her expression. A full minute passed without a spoken word, before the warrior cleared her throat significantly.
"Allow me to clarify things," Lia began in a scholarly tone. "What you saying, is that in order for the curse to be lifted… he will need to end his own life?"
Hepzibah dipped her head, confirming the analysis as correct.
"And you are absolutely certain that there is no other way?" Lia enquired, still sounding too calm.
"Yes."
A moment of silence.
"If you will excuse me," Lia pardoned herself.
Lia could feel the woman's eyes on her as she left and she carried herself with grace. Quietly, she opened the door, slipped inside the stairwell and closed it softly behind her. Only when she was halfway down the steps, did she spin around to her side and issue the nearest wall with such a forceful blow, that she felt her knuckles split open wide. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she hit the wall again and again and again, pounding with both fists, until her hands felt raw and wet with blood. When she was positively shaking from head to toe from both her fury and agony, she slumped down onto the steps and rested her head against the cool stone.
The Twins had swept the entire city for the third time, when what smug expressions that they had worn before, were replaced by ones of utter bemusement. Stepping out of view of the castle gates, they hid at the end of another empty alleyway.
"What is the meaning of this?!" one hissed. "Every house is dark, every light is out and every street is deserted!"
"I do not know my brother, but it does not bode well for us. We need more fuel for the fire and the palace is out of bounds…" the other grumbled darkly.
Seething in silence, something caught their attention; an exotic scent...or was it a taste? From where did it come? The answer rode toward them upon a gentle breeze. Two heads tilted backward, lids closed and tongues protruded in a serpentine manner. With body and mind, they tasted the air. The process took no longer than the beat of a heart. Eyes snapping open, there was a moment of shared puzzlement. It was the residue of a spell. There was a flicker of recognition and then… deathly silence.
"Erika…" they hissed as one.
Frowning, they resigned themselves to what could be their only decision.
"She is meddling in our affairs… and our time is too short…""We shall need to deal with her…"
"What waste…"
They surrendered to a moment of grief. Years of research wasted… A decade of training rendered useless… It was the end of an experiment that would now never be complete. A mystery that would always remain unsolved. An occasion worth mourning indeed.
"Come…" one said, tearing them away from their overwhelming sense of loss. "Let us prepare for her…"- he hesitated – "… disposal. And then… let us find more cattle for the slaughter."
"But from where mybrother?"
"From wherever we can find," the other replied with a cold smile.
What happened? Murtagh asked instantly.
Startled, Lia had not expected to find him in their place. She had thought that he would still be smothered in that comforting blanket of sleep. Maybe then she could have found the time to prepare herself. What a foolish thought that had been. Time was irrelevant. How could she tell him? How could she find the words? After all that she had said, all that they had suffered, all that they had fought. How? There were no words. Maybe there did not need to be…
The moment he had sensed her discomfort, he had been torn from his slumber. As he watched her approach, he took in every small detail – her expression, her gait, the stroke of her mind against his… and understanding dawned. There could be only one meaning…one reason for her to appear so…hollow. Wordlessly, he patted the ground by his side. She seated herself… but neither spoke. There was only the exchange one very long, vacant look. Twisting his mouth into a grin that caused his face to ache, he nodded knowingly to himself.
Good news? he asked, forcing humour into his tone.
Isn't it always? she replied sarcastically.
Do I get to have a guess? he enquired with feigned enthusiasm.
She tried to smile in response. Somehow, it worked. Her lips curved a little at one corner, but her eyes slid shut and the expression was strained.
You… decided that you wish to wed the Rider, have a nice hoard of fat children and surrender to your exciting future as a heartily rotund housewife? he suggested.
Snorting a laugh, Lia shook her head and sank her front teeth into her lower lip. She saw his hand reach toward her, felt his index finger touch her lip and when he drew it back, it was tinged with red. Blood. Her blood. He stared at it for a few moments, before putting it to his mouth and then nudged her playfully. She nudged him back. He smiled at her warmly. She returned it. This marked the end of their game. Exhaling slowly in a bored manner, he shook his shaggy hair away from his eyes.
So… dying… again… This is becoming quite a habit he stated amusedly.
Yes, we really should stop this silliness - She agreed with a bitter smile - But perhaps that is the point? If we actually go through with it, it will stop
He laughed and the sound filled her with a sense of peace. Yes, this time would be different. There would be no changing their minds, there would only be –
No Lia…
No what? she asked, puzzled.
Not you…
Swinging her head around, she studied his face, which was still smiling, but his eyes were unusually hard.
I am afraid that I am having trouble comprehending exactly what it is that you are trying to say she said, perplexed by his words.
There is nothing to comprehend Lia. It is this simple. This is about me. Not you. You live
His tone changed to one that she had never heard him use before, at least not with her. It was commanding and left no room for argument.
And you just die she stated, more than asked.
That is the general idea
How is this any different from our plan of old!? Why should this differ from our time in the cell?! What of the promises that were made?! Where you go, I go! she reminded him stubbornly and then…hesitated.
Face paling, her brows knitted together. Before she realised what was happening, she was shrinking away from him; overwhelmed by this feeling that she never knew could exist…
Unless…You… You do not want me? she finished, looking utterly dumbfounded.
The pain that flitted across his face then was indescribable. Groping for her hands, he yanked her forward, grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.
I don't want you?! Of course I bloody want you! But –
But what? she demanded furiously.
Sharply, he turned his head away from hers, face contorting in indecision. Then he bared his teeth, glowered up at the sky and then gazed down at her in earnest.
Do you not understand?! – He pled with her – I am a selfish bastard Lia and I want you to come with me! I want you! I need you! You know I do! But –
But what? she repeated, a note of urgency entering her tone.
Grabbing two fistfuls of his tunic, she jerked him toward her; close enough that she could see his eyes and nothing more. Prizing her hands away, he took them into his own, pressed them to his face and squeezed his eyes shut. Cold anger passed between them, but there was also a bitter sorrow. Lia could feel it…the struggle within him, the focusing of all his efforts on whatever it was that he had to say. It was costing him. Worse…it was hurting him. His pain. Her pain. Locked in his gaze, his voice sounded within her; strained, yet strong.
…You are special Lia… You have… all these gifts…all these talents… Your life has a purpose… I…I cannot explain how…but I know… I can feel it… and…just…Please…Allow me to be selfish…Allow me to be selfish in every other aspect of my life… but not where it concerns you…Never you… You cannot allow me to be… I would never forgive myself…Lia; your life has a meaning!
At his words, she felt her eyes glaze over and angrily blinked back the rising tears. She would not allow herself to cry. The previous occasions had caused her shame enough. Not again. Never again. Swallowing hard she gave a single violent shake of her head.
Not without you! she protested vehemently.
Lia… he whispered his fervent plea and touched her cheek.
Feeling a sudden unwanted pressure building up behind his own eyes, he swore loudly and tried to turn his head away. She forced it back, holding it firmly in place.
You cannot leave without me! – She argued fiercely - Ask of me what you must! I will do anything for you! But do not ask me that! Ask me anything but that!
Clenching his jaw tightly, his nostrils flared and he refused to meet her eyes. Barely able to think, she desperately kissed both of his cheeks, then his hands and then finally his lips. At first, it was as though she were kissing stone, but then, his lips moved with hers and the taste was so unbearably sweet, that he had to break away. Seeing the defeat in her eyes, a fresh pain burned in his chest. Stroking her face, he held her eyes with all the promise he could muster. He wanted to believe his words. He had to.
Lia… - He mumbled softly – Death matters not. I would never leave without you
Piercing him with accusing eyes, she lowered her voice to one that was barely audible, but sharp as steel.Spare me the romantic notions! I am no child Murtagh! If you leave now, you will be gone! Maybe if we passed together it would be different, but do you honestly believe that whatever force which carries our souls would simply leave yours behind and wait for a moment that is best suited to you? The universe does not evolve around us my good sir. In the grand scheme of things, we are nothing but dung – just like the rest. If you leave me now…you will be lost to me forever. You may be able to do it…but I cannot…
Face twisting in anguish, he exhaled sharply and then straightened his broad shoulders, towering over her just that little more.
Do you question my devotion? he challenged her.
Under his icy stare, she did nothing more than return it, with an added narrowing of her lids.
It is not your devotion that I question sir, it is the promise itself. I see little meaning in the fruitless exchange of promises that cannot be successfully keptHis left eye twitched at the corner and her mouth tightened. Neither was willing to back down.
I can assure you my dear lady that regardless of whatever grey bearded man, pointy headed demon, obese cherub or virgin white angel eagerly await my presence, they will just have to wait a little longer he growled.
And what makes you think that you have any choice in the matter? she shot back sourly.
Because no amount of pitchforks, brimstone, terrible singing or torturous harp strumming is going to make me move from this bloody spot! he thundered down at her.
Glancing around them rapidly, she lifted a petulant brow and slammed her hands on her hips.
And what exactly is that supposed to mean?! she shouted back up at him.
It means that I am going to be right here, on this bloody spot and I am not going to move a bloody inch until you get here! I don't care how long it takes – months, years, decades! I don't give a damn! They can shove as many sharp objects up my arse as they bloody well like, but I am not going anywhere! Not without you! I don't give a shit about the passing of time! You see how we are? Right here and now? I swear to you, this is exactly how we will be! Now damn it woman, you promise me! You promise me that after you achieve what you must and die by whatever natural means possible, that you will be here too! And so help me, if you fall in love with another, I don't care how dead I am! I will hunt him down and -
Throwing herself upon him, she kissed him hard. So hard that it bruised. His fingers raked across her back and she broke away gasping for breath.
There will be no other. Ever she swore.
Promise me he mumbled against her mouth.
Shutting her eyes tight, she took a deep breath and nodded her head the once.
I promise you…I will be here she finally agreed.
Sighing heavily, overwhelmed by relief, his lips moved to the tip of her nose and then to her forehead, where he then rested his cheek. For a few minutes, nothing was said.
But I feel that I must give you fair warning… she said quietly.
Being? he pressed.If I hear news of any frolicking with the beautiful, large breasted, winged population of the deceased, the deal is off. I will be chasing you with a pitchfork myself and believe you me, ramming it up your arse will seem like a taste of heaven compared to what I'll have in store for you she informed him coolly.
Consider me duly warned he replied with a smile in his voice.
I do she assured him in a final manner and then buried her face against his chest.
For a long while, they stayed this way, holding onto one another without any other exchange and then, Lia let out a quiet, irritated groan.
What is it? he asked, pressing his lips to her hair.
You say my life has meaning and purpose…I never wanted it. All I ever wanted was revenge…nothing more.
You have a destiny he replied simply.
Pfft! – She rolled her eyes, still unconvinced– What about you? What about your destiny?
I think we're looking at it he replied, muffling a snigger against her brow.
She couldn't help it. She joined in. They were laughing now, to the point where it hurt to breathe. What else was there to do? It was their moment of acceptance. They had always done what was best for the people…how was this any different? They had sacrificed themselves for the sake of the Rider before, and now, they would only… postpone their togetherness for the lives of the many. When they finally stopped, they were kneeling before one another; foreheads touching and hands on each other's faces; smiles still touching their lips. Things felt… normal. Moods altered accordingly, it could have been any other moment, any other day, any other light-hearted and often intentionally insulting conversation.
Aha… - Murtagh's lips twitching mischievously – Your destiny has suddenly become clear!
Oh really? Do share this epiphany she requested through a flash of teeth.
Why…The Rider of course – He said solemnly – Think of the countless days spent keeping him in such immaculate condition! I would certainly hate to see all our efforts go to waste. He will need someone to watch over him and keep him in line, and I think we both know that that sister-figure of yours is hardly cut out for the task. Therefore, the chore lies with you
His lips clamped shut, holding back the whoop of laughter that came hand in hand with his suggestion. Lia eyed him incredulously.
You will not risk me joining you in the fiery pits of hell, but you will damn me to a lifetime of servitude to that snivelling imbecile?! she choked.
And there I was thinking that you actually rather liked him he replied shrewdly.
I like you more she said, running the tip of her tongue across the outline of his lips.
He touched hers with his own briefly, shivered and then smiled hugely.
My dear Lady, will you please stop tempting me to stay aliveYou mean to say that you would risk becoming the slaughterer of thousands for the sake of a kiss? she asked innocently.
Tilting her face up to his, he moved a finger to her bottom lip. His eyes fluttered shut when her tongue moved across his fingertip.
I would prefer to leave that question unanswered…
Grinning wickedly, she pulled him into a kiss that threatened to sway his moral duties. Their clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye and they participated in what they considered to be the second thing that they did best. But there was a new passion here, a new intensity with which they groped for the other. There was no alternative path to choose… maybe there had never been. Either way, with what little time they had left, they would embrace it in the only way that seemed fit.
Leaning against the counter, with her head cocked to one side, Hepzibah listened to the sound of the warrior venting her grief. It had been inevitable; for contrary to whatever the warrior believed, she was nothing but a young girl. They were all too young. Far too young to be fighting this way, risking their lives and facing such responsibilities.
How old were they? Seventeen? Eighteen? Nineteen at the most? And yet, here they were... every last one of them old before their time. It was wrong for the young to bear such burdens, to make such decisions and face such hardships. These were pleasantries to be saved for the world of adults – not children. Was that not the point of childhood? To be innocent and free? Innocence. Her lips curved at the word. There was little innocence under her roof during these times. Did such a thing exist in their world? Not that she cared for them… any of them for that matter. Why should she?
Hepzibah did not know how to care and she did not wish to learn. She had not survived this long by considering the emotional welfare of others. Indeed, what difference did it make to her if Morzan The Forsworn did return? Of course the deaths would be regrettable, but with war and the spilling of blood came business, and that was what mattered the most. If there was one thing Hepzibah prided herself upon; it was her neutral status amongst the people. Her business was open to all – the good… the bad – these people were welcome customers, no more no less. Whatever came to pass, she would win either way.
Casting her eyes downward, she wondered how long it would be, before the warrior would make the request? Would she lift the spell that would free her love? Or would she foolishly take matters into her own hands? Whether she did or no was of little consequence. It would all be over soon, one way or another and then, Hepzibah would be rid of their unwelcome company. Sighing contentedly, she made her way up the stairs and to her chamber.
Since their partaking of more favourable activities, conversation had long ceased. And as always, soon after, Murtagh and Lia found themselves entwined in their usual, tangled embrace. Lia lifted her head from his shoulder and climbed up onto his chest. Folding her arms neatly, she rested her chin on top of them and peered down at him.
We still have time Murtagh said conversationally, his tone aloof.
How long? she asked, just as casually.
A few days maybe? – He replied, scrunching his brows together in thought – He is not ready. Not yet
She nodded accordingly. After all, he would know.
So… what do you intend to do with the time you have left?
The accompanying wink and wiggle of her eyebrows caused him to chuckle, crush her to him and plant a wet kiss on her cheek. Grimacing, she rubbed at the damp patch. Watching her, he continued to laugh quietly to himself.
Well, as it happens, I have been thinking he announced with a sly smile.
About what exactly?
Of course she had already known the answer, however, she felt obliged to fulfil her role and ask.
Dying he stated plainly.
What about it?
It is too… he began and then struggled to find the right word.
Easy? she offered.
Bobbing his head in assent, he waved an important finger before her face.
Now, please. Do not mistake me. I accept it. I accept that I am required to die in the most undignified fashion I could ever imagine, for the sake of countless ungrateful bastards who would no doubt kill me on sight. But I refuse to leave this place with that as the last memorable thing that I do
That much, she could respect and understand. It was their nature to think in such a way.
Did you have anything in mind?Well I was hoping that perhaps you could throw some colourful suggestions my way? he replied with a sheepish smile.
Pursing her lips, her eyes slanted to the side as she thought.
You could… march around the castle with your arse hanging out? Wait… my mistake… you've already done that she said with a mock scowl and snap of her fingers.
Grinning, he stared upwards at the nothingness and she felt his body relax beneath her. Moving a finger in small circles across his chest, she left him to his thoughts… as much as she could. When she next looked upon his face, she caught a whisper of his thoughts and saw snippets of what was passing through his mind. His expression began to change. With each image, her eyebrows arched higher and higher, until they could progress no more. Smiling up at her angelically, he waited for the inevitable.
You cannot be serious! she blurted out.
Why not? he asked, a small frown on his lips.
It's… I… you…. Well if you want to save yourself the job of doing yourself in, congratulations! I think you just found it! she stammered.
Maybe it is a bad idea… he pondered.
It is a stupid idea she confirmed.
But you have to admit… the timing is… appropriate – He continued conspiratorially - His army lost a battle; his Shade is dead. All his concentration is focused on the Varden. All that I have to contend with is he and the Twins…
The way in which he discussed the matter was so simple, Lia had to try her hardest not to laugh, or punch him on the nose. It was difficult to tell which urge was the more tempting.
Not that I wish to stomp on your ego my good sir, but may I kindly remind you that unlike our beloved Saviour, the King is a real Rider and a master of the dark arts.
So you think that I cannot kill the king? he qualified.
No. I do not think that you can kill the king. I do however think that you can die trying she informed him with a tight grin.
Tugging at a strand of her hair, his lips twitched, before he lifted his chin an inch or two and gave her a condescending once over. It moved from her face to her chest, where his eyes then lingered, until she issued a calm slap to regain his attention. Once his eyes were back on hers, he slipped back into his imitation of a seemingly superior being.
Maybe I will succeed and then, who will have the glory of defeating Galbatorix? I. Murtagh, son of Morzan. What say you to that, wench? he gloated happily.
Rolling her eyes, Lia threw him a disparaging look.
There will be no glory because you will not accomplish a damn thing. Not by yourself, not without aid. It is folly! she insisted, tugging a strand of his hair in turn.
You are just jealous that I have the chance to do it and you don't he taunted childishly.
Glowering at him, she sighed in exasperation and then pulled a disgruntled face.
Fine!…Maybe you are right… maybe just a little… but that is neither here nor there
Are you saying that if you were I, you would simply allow the opportunity to pass you by? he asked unnecessarily.
That is not the point she stated tersely.
I only wish to find some way to die with honour he pointed out with a curve of his lips.If you go through with that ludicrous plan, you will fail and the only thing you will die from is embarrassment she promised him, pretending to poke him in the eye.
He grabbed her finger in a fist and a slow, enticing grin spread across his face. It was contagious.
Lia
What?
Can you enter the castle?
Brow creasing, she considered her options. They were not good. She only had the one.
I can buy the time to enter, but my means of access are non-existent. Why, to enter the grounds I would need to be shot over the walls! she laughed mirthlessly.
Eyes widening in a perfect moment of clarity, his grin broadened.
Realising the implication of her words, she covered her mouth and stared at her partner in amused horror.
No! - She gasped - Surely not! Surely even you would never suggest such a thing?!
His smile told her that he would.
The killing of a king is a rather grand task – He confessed without shame -…And to take him alone, why…that would be the act of a fool, would it not? Therefore, as you so considerately brought to my attention, it would be prudent for me to be accompanied another. Now, as much as I would thoroughly enjoy a fight to the death with you alone by my side, I think we both know that in order to fight a Rider, you really do need… a Rider
Spluttering, Lia made a gesture with her hands that could have meant anything. Murtagh gauged her reaction with comical interest.
But…we are discussing Eragon! This is the boy who cowers in corners, loses fights to women and blasts beings off their feet when it is least expected! The boy has no control! What could he possibly do?! Lia laughed.
He can get you both in he pointed out.
And then?!Then we can do the rest he finished confidently.We can, can we? she smirked.
Of course! All we have to do is leave the finishing blow to that village idiot, because heaven forbid we should take credit for a deed so brilliant
Well, if you are inviting the Rider, why don't I invite the rest of them and make it a real celebration? she suggested jokingly.
The more the merrier – He agreed with her completely - After all, this is hardly just about wreaking revenge. This is about good old fashioned fun
It was only then that she realised that he was being absolutely serious and a new feeling stirred within her. Desire. One last fight. One last chance. The two of them, together, one last time.
Us… against Galbatorix… and The Twins… she mused, rubbing her chin.It could be entertaining - He grinned - Although I do have one request…
Name it
The Twins… are ours he said darkly.
Memories passed between them. Their arrival to the mountain, the training grounds, the walk through the cave, the explosion and finally, the torture. Yes. They had earned the sole right to extinguish those two lives by whatever means they deemed necessary.
Well, when you put it like that… she replied with a menacing curl of her lip.
Do I take that as a yes?Let me see…little hope for success, the potential taste of glory, an opportunity for revenge, babysitting the Rider and a high mortality rate. How you spoil me! she grinned.
I do indulge you far too often he sighed theatrically.
Pouting her lips, she made her eyes round and wide, fluttering her lashes at him in a pleading manner.A female that chooses carnage over poetry and flowers…you really are the perfect woman he stated proudly.
Leaning in to plant a single congratulatory kiss on her lips, she accepted it and returned it again… and again… until as always, the distraction proved a little too tempting to pass by. This time, however, Lia was the virtuous being. Leaning away, she cleared her throat. When he tried to raise his face to hers, she pinned it back down to the ground, with a finger pressed to his forehead. Settling for a less unorthodox method of retaliation, he dropped his hands from her shoulders and went for her sides. His partner, who was shamefully ticklish, collapsed gasping in a fit of laughter. Rolling her over, he took the primary position on top.
Now where were we? he asked with a devious smile.
We were…discussing a reunion of old friends?We were?He frantically searched his memories for any occasion that he had ever labelled Eragon as a "friend". He found none.
So easily distracted… she noted with a shake of her head.
Would you care to distract me some more? he asked, lifting an encouraging brow.
Tempting, but I believe that there is a serious flaw in your plan.
Actually, I believe I have never thought of a plan where so many things could go so devastatingly wrong he admitted with a dry chuckle.
Well, apart from the countless possibilities of failure, there is the small question of how the hell does the Rider get here. Yes, I know the Rider has a dragon and dragons can fly. But I seriously doubt that seeing a several thousand ton dragon flapping through the air will aid our need for stealth. So, with that as a starting point, do you have any suggestions?
How about the way in which you so conveniently arrived?
The spell was a dangerous one and one that I cannot divulge to another- that much was made expressly clear
Do you know what else has been made wonderfully clear?
What?
That damn herbalist is nothing but a scheming wench, who I wouldn't trust to save my own life. I am not saying that you should doubt her words, but I do believe you have another witch at your disposal.
Hmmmm… I wonder
There is only one way to find out
Shall I? Lia asked.
Please do - Murtagh nodded - And while you're at it, you can ask her to lift this damn protection
You think that wise?
Not really, but if we are in for a fight, I would sooner make it a fairer one by not being invincible. It doesn't really pose much of a challenge, does it? There is little fun in experiencing no pain. It is rather annoying actually
Very well, I shall see what I can doSliding from underneath him, she rose to her feet. After a quick mussing of his hair, Lia vanished into the realm of her reality.
Approaching the dungeon, there was a hall. Along this hall, there was a door. Behind this door, there was a cell. Inside this cell, there was a cage and kneeling before it, there was a twin. Slipping a pale finger between the rusty bars, he smiled. Tendrils of black smoke tentatively reached out to greet him. The delicate wisps curled around the bars and wound affectionately around the intruding article. From inside the cage, there came a high pitched whine, which the bald headed man greeted with a series of soothing sounds.
"I understand," the twin spoke softly, lovingly. "Too long it has been since you have ventured past these four walls…You are weary…You are hungry… But weep not…for your time has come."
Whatever existed between the bars was shrouded in a thick, cloud of smoke. At the prospect of release, the black mass pressed itself against the bars and the metal groaned. Standing behind the bald headed man, his brother chuckled fondly.
"Offer the scent," he instructed.
Rolling up a sleeve of his robe, the kneeling twin pressed his forearm between a gap in the bars. Swarming around it rapidly, the smoke-concealed entity began to grow in size. It continued to do so, until it could expand no more. A cold shriek was issued from within. It was not a sound of fear, but triumph.
"Yes…" the bald headed man cooed. "Take her scent…feed your senses…remember it well…"
Glancing over his shoulder, he nodded to his brother. "Open the portal."
With a casual wave of his hand, the air inside the dark, musty room began to shimmer and change. The image presented was one of an alleyway. Houses could be identified in the distance, as could the stars that hung in the night sky. It was a passage to the outside world. Stepping aside, the twin motioned to the welcoming scene. Removing his arm, the other rose and stepped away from the cage.
"Find her," he commanded the swirling darkness. "Find her and feed. She is yours for the taking, but be sure to leave the rest! Need I remind you the price of disobedience?"
Shrinking towards the back of its prison, the smoke began to writhe in evident discomfort. The twin smiled, snapped is fingers and the bars that held the being crumbled to ash.
"Now go. Go and return only when the deed is done!"
The creature awaited no further instruction. Like a cannonball, it shot through the portal, leaving behind only a trail of thin, dark, mist. Moving either side of the gateway, the twins gazed out into the night.
"And now?" one asked.
His brother's eyes slowly moved in the direction of the dungeon. "We do all that is left…"
They began to chant.
Climbing back up the stairs, Lia gently opened the door and stepped into the front of the store. Stalking past Albert, she headed for the only other door and quietly climbed up the narrow set of steps. At the top, there was a door handle, which she turned with care and stepped inside Hepzibah's chamber. There, the woman lay fast asleep, snoring loudly. With a quarter smile, Lia inched her way to the side of the bed that Hepzibah faced and crouched down in front of her.
"I have a question for you," Lia asked loudly.
"Shit!" Hepzibah swore, pulling her covers up to her chin.
Lia smirked. "Funny, I didn't quite see you as the easily scared type."
"Well I didn't see you as the sneaking-into-people's-bedrooms-in-the-middle-of-the-night type!" the woman shot back, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and wearing a peeved expression.
"Teleportation," Lia began.
Hepzibah groaned loudly, her slightly raised head slamming back down against her pillow. "Well there is the start to a bloody long conversation."
"It doesn't have to be if you tell me what I need to know," Lia pointed out with an easy smile.
"Fine, what do you need to know?" the woman grumbled.
"How would we teleport someone to this location?""If you are referring to your lover, don't even think about it. If it were possible, I would have done it and been rid of you all a long time ago."
"Charming, but it is not he that I refer to."
"Someone outside the castle?"
"Obviously."
"Well, you obviously know something about the means of this particular form of travel. So why don't you first tell me what you know?"
"I cannot." Lia frowned.
Hepzibah laughed bitterly. "Oh dear, well that says it all I'm afraid; my cursed sister and her tricks. Let me guess, you had to chose two other to bring with you?"
Lia hesitated, before nodding. That part of the ceremony had not been deemed particularly secret.
"Bloody hell," the woman snorted. "What a piece of work."
"It worked didn't it?" Lia argued.
"It would have worked anyway! You never needed anyone other than yourself. My guess is that she had something in store for your little friends."
"I… I didn't need them?!" Lia's eyes bugged in rage, but she held her temper in check.
It was too late for anger now. Seeing the girl's ignorance, Hepzibah only shook her head and rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
"I can bring someone here, if I have a part of them," the woman confirmed.
"Define a part?"
"The most commonly used item would be hair."
"Hair…" Lia mused and then a slow smile lit up her face. "I think that can be arranged."
Stepping away from the bed, the woman reached out and grabbed her arm.
"You are looking far too happy considering all that I have told you this night… who is it you wish for me to bring here?" the woman asked suspiciously.
Lia gave a tight grin. "Oh, that would be a surprise."
Hepzibah's jaw set and one brow shot up. The warrior smiled wider, imagining the look on the woman's face when the identity of the person was revealed. Now there would be a priceless expression. As if she didn't already harbour enough "wanted" people under her roof. Barely suppressing a laugh, she broke free of the woman's grasp, stopping when she reached the door.
"And one last thing," Lia added more seriously.
"What?" the woman asked, sounding agitated.
"Lift the protection," the girl ordered.
Then, she left.
Erika was the first to feel it. Like a sound that wakes you from the deepest sleep, her lids sprang open and she was aware that something was different and something was very wrong. At first she thought that it was a noise that had woken her. Checking for signs, she heightened her senses and listened hard. From all around, she could hear the soft snoring of the whores who slept on the floor above and beneath her, she could hear the beating of Jacob's heart and the rhythmic, comforting sound of his breathing. As she rose and fell with each rise and fall of his chest, she felt her eyes slipping shut once more. Not to sleep, never to sleep – but only to some state of relaxation. Then she felt it again, and this time, she knew that it was no sound. Something was different. Something had changed. Something else was inside the building… and they were not alone.
Slowly, she reached out a hand and clamped it over Jacob's mouth. When his eyes opened and he struggled against her hand, she motioned for him to be silent and then gestured her head towards the door. He followed her eyes and gave her an odd look. He couldn't sense it. She wasn't surprised, but still – he was her charge and she was to keep him safe. Slipping away from him, she picked her dress up from the floor, slipped it over her head and searched the room for a place to hide. Against the far wall, there was a wardrobe. Opening the door, she jerked her head inside. Frowning, he stayed put. She felt whatever it was growing closer and lost patience. Storming towards him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"What?" he asked angrily.
"Inside. Now," she hissed through her teeth.
"Why?" he demanded, his body tense.
There was no time for his questions. She had no choice but to act.
"You will not utter a sound and you will climb into that wardrobe and stay there until I tell you otherwise," she whispered, unleashing the full power of her eyes on him.
She saw him trying to fight it, but this time, there was no competition. Her will was the stronger one and he was forced to obey. He was not beyond glaring though, and made a point of keeping his furious eyes on her every step of the way, until the wardrobe door was closed. Safe in the knowledge that he was locked up and out of her way, Erika prepared herself to deal with whatever it was that had entered the building. She had two choices… she could meet it head on or…she could wait and see if it would come to her. There was a crackle in the air, a current of power that caused the hair on her arms to stand on end. Interesting. Whatever it was… it was powerful indeed. The important question however, was who was the more powerful and did she want to find out? Her ego argued that her abilities gave her an advantage, but still…
Whilst she contemplated her course of action, she heard the door handle creak and begin to turn. It seemed that the decision had been made for her. Preparing a string of spells that had never failed her before, she began to pad backwards towards the window. The door opened with a long, ominous groan and at first there was nothing. Then, dark mist began to creep around the corner, testing the air. And slowly, a dark mass emerged; roughly the height and width of the door that it came through. Erika felt her insides turn to ice and felt empty, with a cold that she had never felt before – fear. She wanted to ignore it, but some instinct was telling her that she should be afraid. Whatever this was, it was dangerous. Snarling, the strange girl refused to give in to this anxiety. Fear was the thing that got people killed. Actions saved you. She had speed, she had her spells, she had –
The black mass was upon her before she could launch a spell or move. It spun around her faster than she had ever believed possible and trapped in the middle of this vortex, the air was drawn from her lungs and she was gasping for breath. No, not only did this whirlpool of darkness take away her means to live, it was taking something else – her essence – her soul – her magic. She could feel everything being drawn from her and there was nothing that she could do about it. Nothing at all. So this was what it felt like to die? How curious that she would die protecting another, especially another under the request of a girl that she loathed. How could this be happening? How could she –
There was no more air. Her mouth continued to work, opening wide, trying to inhale that which wasn't there. Face turning blue, Erika fell to her knees and then to her side. Her long fingers scraped at the wooden floor, nails breaking and tearing as she clawed at the ground with what little strength she had left. This was it. The end. It was coming. She only had seconds left. Forcing her mouth closed, she clamped her eyes shut, as the last of her being was drained from her weak and pathetic frame.
From the crack in the wardrobe, Jacob continued to fix his cold eyes on the strange girl that had manipulated him for the last time. When she released him from this spell, he was going to have words with her and maybe then they could… Shaking his head furiously, he tried to clear the fog of lust from his brain. It was unavoidable. One could not look at her and not have such thoughts. Knowing that there was nothing he could do, he only watched and waited for the silliness to pass. What game was she playing now?
Considering it was a game of some sort, she was taking it very seriously. The door opened. He expected to see one of the whores stumble in, but instead there was…a thing. There were no words to describe what it was, other than a black fog. He found himself shivering and not knowing why, and it dawned on him that she had put him in here for his safety. But what of hers? She looked… scared… vulnerable. He did not think that she could ever look such a way. He had not known her for more than a night, but he already knew that this was not a face that she would allow others to see. Then, the fog was on her, circling her like a dark tornado with her at its centre. It travelled so fast, that he could still see her form and she was trapped inside! There had to be something that he could do, but her spell held him tight!
Grinding his teeth, he fought against it, but he could not move. Then, he saw her fall to the ground and he knew that he only had seconds left to act. Concentrating hard, he squeezed his eyes and fought one last time. His lips were the first to move, opening wide, allowing his roar to erupt. And then, his limbs were free and he barrelled from his place of hiding. Was he too late? How long had she been lying there? It didn't matter. There had to be time. There had to be. Not knowing what to do, Jacob ran at the fog with fists bunched. No sooner had he made contact, when he was thrown backwards with such force, that he hit the furthest wall with a bone jarring crash.
Dizzily, he scrambled back to his feet. The fog was no longer near the girl, but hovering a few feet away from him and growing in height. Intimidation from a strange, black mass. Wonderful, he thought. I have no idea what I'm doing, he groaned to himself. Looking to his side, he saw the remains of a chair that he must have hit before his impact. Grabbing a chair leg, he held it in front of him and bared his teeth.
"Alright you bastard, come and get it!" he growled and then, attacked.
Erika waited for death, but it wasn't coming. She was annoyed now. How dare she be killed and then left in this state?! Then she realised that she was capable of thought and … she was breathing! How had she started breathing without even realising it?! But she was. Air was entering her lungs and she could feel everything within her. Her being, her energy, her magic – it was all there, as if it had never been touched. How? Why? Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jacob standing with a piece of wood as his only weapon, and the monster standing before him.
Jacob began to run and her heart leapt in her throat. He pulled back his arm and struck at the monster and at the same time, the fog pulled back a tendril and shot it forwards. There was a moment when everything was perfectly still. The fog held fast and Jacob froze; brow furrowed in momentary confusion and then his fist opened and his weapon thudded to the ground. The tendril retracted and Jacob frowned up at the fog. Staggering backwards, Erika noticed a steaming hole near the centre of his chest. Looking down at it, Jacob blinked and then hit the ground like a stone.
Before his body touched the ground, Erika was on her feet and her spell was cast. It was the most dangerous spell she knew and cost her greatly, but without a spoken word, the fog-shrouded monster began to writhe and wail and then, with a flick of her fingers, the creature exploded in a million pieces and vanished. Where to, she did not know and did not care. Running to the young man, she fell to her knees, skinning them as they scraped across the floor, but she paid the pain no heed. Lifting his head onto her lap, she reached down to the wound and saw that she could see right through to the other side. His eyes fluttered open and he drew one rattling breath.
"Y- you're…a- alive?" he wheezed.
He coughed and blood tricked from his lips. Something wet splashed his forehead and he looked up to see that the strange girl had tears in her eyes. He forced a smile and then winced in pain. Trying to look down, he could see nothing.
"Am I... going to be alright?" he asked.
It was near his time. The loss of blood was taking him to the edge of consciousness. There was nothing she could do for him. Gripping his shoulders, she drew her face closer to his.
"Why?" she demanded shakily. "Why did you save me? Why didn't you leave me to die?"
Giving her a strange look, he laughed. The pain caused him to gasp and his hand shot up, grabbing her around the neck and drawing her face closer.
"Because…you made me feel alive," he whispered.
And then his hand dropped.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
He didn't reply.
"Jacob…?"
His lids were closed, but there was a half smile on his face.
"You didn't owe me anything…" she said through her teeth, before throwing her head back and screaming. "Why?!"
And then, she threw her arms around his dead body and cried.
Sneaking beside her sleeping friend's form, Lia carefully lifted her friend's head and exchanged the rolled up cloak that lay beneath it with her own. Ella, deep in her sleep, showed no sign of waking. Unrolling the girl's cloak, Lia searched for what she hoped to find and there, catching her eye, was the one thing that she was after; one single, golden hair from the Rider's head. Grinning triumphantly, she plucked it up and held it in a tight fist. The door opened and Hepzibah entered, grunting a greeting and heading straight for the cauldron. Approaching her, Lia opened her palm and thrust it under the woman's nose.
"Will this be enough?"
The woman fired her a mistrusting look, but nodded and then pulled a face.
"Let me guess… the calling of this person, does it somehow fall under this convenient bind that you hold me in?"
"However did you guess," Lia beamed.
The woman sighed. "I'm going to hate you for this, aren't I?"
"No more so than usual," Lia replied with a shrug that didn't fool Hepzibah one bit.
"Tell me it will all be over soon," she grumbled.
"It will," Lia replied, a hint of sorrow creeping into her tone.
Before the woman could say more, the warrior turned and left.
"Leaving so soon?" the woman asked over her shoulder.
Lia paused in her tracks. "I have a few last minute arrangements to make, but I shall return."
"Goody," Hepzibah muttered under her breath.
Seating herself by Ella's side, Lia closed her eyes, hand still clenched around the single hair, and went to her partner.
Back already? he asked.
We have a means of transportation…although there is one final problem. Contacting Saphira. The distance alone may deem my attempts useless.
You fear you may fail?
It is a possibility she shrugged.
In the event of such an outcome, what would you advise?
You may wish to consider a change in plan
Hmmm... - He replied thoughtfully - I believe I have a sufficient alternative
He sent her a series of images that had nothing to do with saving the world and more to do with the antics that had been keeping them occupied since their reunion.
Consider it duly noted and approved she replied with flushed cheeks.
Then please proceed with your call, but may I make a suggestion?
Please do
Let us refrain from divulging any information regarding the nature of my… condition
Ah yes – She agreed – Thus preventing any form of classical Rider overreaction. Something we can most definitely do without
Then again… – He objected with a crooked smile – It could be just like old times?
Snorting a laugh, she sat in his welcoming embrace and closed her eyes in preparation of the coming attempt.
Was there anything else that you wished to add? she asked before committing herself to the task.
Nothing that springs to mindThen I shall beginConcentrating with all her might, she began to project her consciousness, reaching out for the only other, whom she would approach in such a way. Warm lips touched the side of her neck, moving up towards the hollow behind her ear. Eyes still closed, she shivered and her lips twitched.
My dear sir… are you attempting to sabotage your own plan?She felt his lips move into the shape of an unmistakable smile, but they never stopped and Lia made no attempt to dissuade them.
With Saphira's every exhalation, her Rider's hair shot upwards standing on end and then flopped back down. It happened over and over again. Each time, his hair becoming messier than the last. It had grown, she noted for the first time. Where it had once been short and tidy, it was now longer, tangled and in some strange way, it suited him. If it were darker in colour, she would have been reminded of Murtagh…
Murtagh… Lia…Releasing a sad plume of smoke from her nostrils, she inched herself towards the edge of the lee and lay her head by Eragon's side. He did not look at her, but his soft, warm hand crept to her snout and remained there. How long had they sat like this? How many times had they left the confines of the dragon hold? Once? Twice? Only when absolutely necessary. What were they doing here? What did this nothingness achieve? Simply that… nothing. What was it that kept them here? Their grief, a memory… or was it fear?
They had trusted the herbalist's words, but the unknown fate of their friends weighted heavily on their hearts. She had wondered whether this new time together alone would prove to be a positive change; but since the disappearance of the others, they had only been miserable. So much was to be done and it seemed impossible. Leaders dead, politics and talk of training in hidden places far away. It was all happening at once and neither of them had the heart, or the will to see it through. Not anymore. Together, it seemed they were not strong enough. In their time of need, they had always had a mentor… or a friend. Now, they had nothing. They were alone and the world seemed a darker, lonelier place. Conversation had become sparse and all they could do was share each other's pain. There was nothing she could do for him. Not whilst they were so consumed by their sorrow. Unfurling her winds, she prepared to take flight.
Saphira? Lia called out.
Snapping her wings shut, she threw her head backwards and roared. Eragon, taken by surprise, nearly topped over the edge. Steadying himself at the last second, he leapt to his feet, grabbed her scaly head and moved it down to his own.
"What is it?!" he demanded nervously.
It is Lia! she cried out in joy.
Throwing his arms around her head in relief, she allowed him to hear Lia's thoughts as well as her own.
Lia! both Eragon and Saphira cried out.
With the sounding of two shrill cries and an amused grunt reverberating inside her skull, Lia felt a small explosion of pain in the back of her mind. Ignoring it, she grinned.
Did you miss me?
Well they were hardly going to miss me Murtagh pointed out wryly.
Murtagh!! the dragon and Rider exclaimed in delight.
Murtagh's brows shot up in genuine surprise. Lia fought the oncoming headache.
Bloody hell… he exclaimed.
You're alive!? Eragon yelled, stunned.
Wait – Murtagh said, sounding unsure – No fluffy white clouds, no nude women and the fact that you are here…Hmm…If this is heaven, then I think that I should have misbehaved a hell of a lot more
But... but how?! The Rider stammered.
Save your questions Rider. Right now, there are more important issues at hand
You are both alive! That is all that matters! And Ella?! Is she with you?! Is –
Rider! – Lia cut in – Please. There is no time. To answer one of your questions, yes, Ella is safe. But we are here with a proposition.
You... You mean to tell me that the both of you have been alive all this time and you only thought to contact us now?! Eragon spluttered and raged.
Leaning into Lia, Murtagh muttered in her ear.
And you were hoping to avoid a Rider tantrum… silly you
Lia tried very hard not to grin. She could feel the Rider's fuming presence, hand in hand with Saphira's more composed nature. How good it felt to have them back. Anticipating her Rider's rant, Saphira used the moment to speak.
As you have undoubtedly interpreted, both Eragon and I are relived that the both of you are alive and well and respect that your lack of contact can be explained in due time.
Thank you Lia replied, grateful for the words.
To business? Murtagh suggested.
To business she agreed, gesturing him to begin.
We have a plan and we could use your help Rider – he stopped and then shook his head with a mocking smile – Well there is a sentence I never thought I'd say
Need me? Why? Eragon asked, sounding dazed.
For your patience and your calm under pressure – Murtagh replied dryly- Why on earth do you think?! You are a Rider, are you not? And we come with a task that is worthy of your cause
Eragon said nothing, but they felt his consciousness shift towards Saphira.
But, the herbalist said –
The herbalist has said a lot of things – Lia said darkly – Who will you allow to shape your destiny? The words of another, or the choices of your heart?
Well? Murtagh demanded
What is it that you wish to do? Eragon asked.
Kill Galbatorix Lia answered, her voice steady and sure.
There was a long pause, before the Rider next spoke.
I have undergone no training… my skills are limited...my acts of power temperamental… you know this… and yet you think I am ready?
This is not how it is meant to be – Saphira added, sounding equally thrown – What you speak of is the ultimate goal! A task that requires years of preparation… and you say that you wish to try now? Even before the beginning has even begun?
Only the Rider, Saphira – Lia said slowly, regretfully – Your presence, I am afraid would only spoil the one advantage we have; the element of surprise…
Taking this new information into account, Saphira gave the only answer that was acceptable, and she did so with the authority that was rightfully hers.
Not only do you ask my Rider to engage in a task that is beyond his capabilities, but you also require him to do so without my aid? What you ask is too much. Much too much. I cannot allow it. I am sorry, but my answer is final.
Silence fell between the four. Speaking to Murtagh alone, Lia shrugged nonchalantly.
Did you honestly believe that it would be so easy?
Shamefully, I did. The dragon's good sense escaped my thoughts
Saphira will not be swayed. It would be futile to tryMurtagh sighed, the sound holding little in the way of regret.
Well… you know what this means?
I do?
This would be the time when we admit defeat and embrace plan b)
I couldn't agree more she smirked.
Bringing their attention back to the others, Lia was aware that Saphira and Eragon had taken a similar course of action. Although she was unable to hear their words, alien emotions were running high, ranging from desperate fear to outright anger.
How do you stand this? - Murtagh grumbled in discomfort – So many feelings! My head hurts and this isn't even my head!
I don't Lia replied, wincing in pain.
The burning, building agony was a clear sign that she could not keep this up for much longer. Sensing her pain, Murtagh attempted to take some of it away. It brought her temporary relief and he reached for her hand.
Let us leave he suggested out of concern.
Yes she agreed.
Turning their minds towards the dragon and Rider, they prepared to apologise for their inconvenience and say their farewells. Murtagh, not in the mood for such an exchange, left the words to his partner.
Fear not Rider – Lia assured him – Saphira's concerns are valid and we honour her decision. Perhaps it was a task unfit for us all. Do not worry yourselves, all will be well. In the meantime, we bid you farewell. Goodbye Eragon… Saphira
Not wanting to hear their replies, the warrior began to sever her connection.
Wait! A breathless voice called out.
The connected remained… just.
Rider? Lia enquired politely.
Do you believe in me? he asked, his tone desperate.
Slowly, the two warriors exchanged a look. Conversing privately, they contemplated the question.
Well this has taken an interesting turn… Lia stated amusedly.
Do you feel like taking a chance? he grinned.
Do you? she challenged, offering him the opportunity to take over.
He took it with a wide smile.
We believe in you Rider he said, with all the sincerity he could muster and discovered that he honestly did.
This is madness! – Saphira growled – Have you lost your minds?! If any of you embark on this preposterous mission, you may all die!?
I know Eragon replied softly.
It was a tone that none of them were accustomed to. Shocked by the statement, Saphira could not speak. Her Rider used the opportunity to talk.
Saphira… I am tired of this. I am the Rider and what do I do? Nothing. Why? Because I am constantly being protected and kept out of harm's reach. I know I can be stupid and I know I make mistakes and I know that I normally end up doing more harm than good, but I need this Saphira. I need a chance to prove to them that I can do something right. I need to prove to myself that I can do something without constant protection. I love you Saphira and my bond with you is the most important thing in the world, but if we are to ever fulfil our role as protectors of the people, I need to know that I can do it.
And what if you die? – Saphira asked just as softly, just as sadly – If you die, it will be the end of us and the people will have no protectors. This is not just about your vanity Little One; you must consider the fate of others
They will have no fate if the King rules much longer. And if I am in no state to protect them, then they may as well already be dead. This is not about my vanity Saphira; this is about the people… about everything. Can you not feel it? This is no coincidence. Nothing is. You speak of my destiny, but this is it- here and now. They say I am ready and I believe them. We will find a way to take Galbatorix down and we will succeed
For heaven's sake Eragon! Think! I cannot help you! I can lend you some power and strength through our bond, but ultimately, you will be alone. In a task such as this, you cannot expect the others to watch out for you! You will each have your own tasks and you will have to act by yourself! You miss your friends Little One, and I understand that, but this is not a chance to see them once more. This is only a means to an early grave… for all of you!
I understand that. I understand that there is a chance that we may not succeed. But you have to understand that I do not expect them to look after me. This isn't about being with old friends; it's about doing something right, with the people who can make it happen. If they say I am ready, then I am. And I know that if I were to entrust any two people with the task of dealing with such an affair, I would look no further than them. Even if we fail, it doesn't matter. At least we will have our honour!
Not bad Rider Murtagh mumbled to Lia.
Indeed she agreed.
You would leave without my consent? Saphira asked indignantly.
I would Eragon stated firmly.
Even without my support, you would venture there alone?
I would climb mountains, run across plains and fight armies to fight by their side to see this end. I am tired of running Saphira. I want to fight
For a full minute, not a word was spoken and then, there was a heavy sigh.
I am proud of you Little One… Saphira said with unbearable tenderness.
You consent? he asked in disbelief.
I do… and you have my support… as do you allMurtagh and Lia felt their own pride swelling within them. It seemed that the Rider had grown up after all. Maybe not completely, but enough…
Eragon… we would be honoured to have you fight by our side Lia said.
Not that you wish to hear it – Murtagh added wryly – But we will still do our best to keep you in tact. I for one do not want an angry dragon chasing after my arse in the afterlife!
Saphira rumbled a laugh and sent a wave of affection his way, that made him feel more pleased than he cared to admit. She stopped laughing and honed her concentration on him alone.
You have seen another dragon?!Confused, Murtagh waited for Lia or Eragon to reply, but they seemed to be distantly chatting between themselves. Somehow, this conversation was solely between him and the dragon.
Er…yes
How?!
How can you tell?! he asked, baffled.
I can feel it upon you! Where is this dragon! Tell me!
Are you sure you wish to know? he asked, uncomfortably.
Tell me! she pleaded.
I am being held prisoner in Uru' Baen…. The dragon is Shruikan… The dragon of the King…
Saphira went through a dramatic cycle of emotions, before settling for restless curiosity.
And what of this Shruikan? What is she –He he corrected her.
She hesitated.
Very well… what is he like? The dragon of this tyrant
In all honesty?
For pity's sake man, get on with it!
He's not as pretty as you
At that, she could only laugh and sensing his reluctance to discuss the matter further, she severed their private connection and he sighed in relief, only to become aware of the Rider bursting into another fit.
You are by the castle?! And Murtagh?! You are actually inside the castle?!Yes, yes- Murtagh muttered impatiently – But look at it in the right way Rider. It certainly has its benefits. Inside information being the winning factor.
And we have means for you to reach us. A spell Lia added.
How can it be used and when? Eragon asked.
That is yet to be discussed, but rest assured that you shall be informed as soon as possible. In the meantime, we must leave you. But I shall return shortly
Of course Eragon agreed.
Farewell, both of you Saphira said.
Farewell Murtagh and Lia said as one.
Wait! Eragon called out once more.
What? Lia asked carefully.
Murtagh groaned.
I really did miss you both Eragon said with feeling.
Lia grinned and elbowed Murtagh in the ribs.
Ugh! Fine! We missed you both too… but only a little Murtagh growled in protest.
Eragon chuckled and Saphira laughed quietly to herself. Lia grabbed Murtagh's hand and severed the connection. Opening their eyes, Lia smirked and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
Careful Murtagh, I almost believed you! she teased.
You know – he said, sounding surprised and somewhat appalled – I think I meant it?!
This is a sign of the times! she laughed.
Well, I suppose you'd better go and confront the witch. This should make her night! he grinned.
I daresay it will she sniggered.
Pulling herself up, she sighed and smiled to herself.
You look happy he stated, a smile tweaking his own lips in turn.
Is it wrong that I am? she asked curiously.
No. I am happy too he replied, touching her hand with his.
Then why don't I go see Hepzibah and spread some joy?
And then?
Then I come back here and speak with the Rider?
And then?
Then we have several hours until dawn…
Any plans?
Apart from a few rounds of punch-the-son-of-Morzan and then ride him until he can barely walk… none. Why?
Just checking he beamed.
She beamed back and disappeared.
All around the castle, servants stopped what they were doing. An eerie silence covered the castle grounds and one by one, doors began to open and people began to spill into the halls. Drawn by a sudden need, they walked along corridors and down the wide staircases that spiralled to the ground floor. As the group marched along, more people joined the line. Finally, a mass of at least thirty members of staff began to make their way towards the castle dungeons.
Hepzibah's eye twitched and Lia could see that the woman was trying to find any loophole that would give her grounds to argue. There were plenty, but bound as she was, as long as Lia deemed the request a part of her necessary aid, the woman was obliged to give it.
"The Rider. Here. In my home. I have done much for you girl, but this is taking things beyond too far," the woman spat.
Lia allowed a slow malicious smile spread across her face. The women automatically reached for her throat, feeling her airways tighten.
"Alright!" she growled. "But meet me in the middle here. You leave me no bloody choice, but for the sake of the safety of your operation and my hide, may I please make a suggestion?"
"Please do," Lia invited.
"Bring him here at the last minute! Neither of us need this kind of attention! If he is such a wonderful hero, you can tell him the necessary details when you're on your way, to do whatever madness it is that I want no part of!"
Tilting her head, Lia thought about that and agreed that it was a reasonable request. Nodding her assent, the woman sighed in relief and then held out her hand. Lia gave her the hair.
"How long does the process take?" Lia asked.
"A minute or so," Hepzibah replied. "When do you want him?"
"Tomorrow, at dusk."
"Fine. And as for the matter of your partner… consider my work done.
Nodding stiffly, Lia turned to leave and then looked back over her shoulder.
"The process by which the Rider will arrive…are there any side effects that are worth mentioning?"
Hepzibah tapped a finger to her chin. "That depends…"
"On what?"
"On how much of a sense of humour you have?"
Pausing, Lia considered that and then smiled. "Would whatever it is be revocable?"
Shrugging modestly, the witch grinned. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Grinning back, Lia walked away deciding that some amusement wouldn't go amiss.
When the first wave of servants passed through the cursed barrier before the dungeon, the people behind witnessed the explosion of gore and screamed. But still their legs carried them forward and one by one, they met the same end. Their cries echoed around the castle and no one came, for there was no one left…
Murtagh sat patiently awaiting Lia's return. He heard a noise. Before he could identify it, pain took hold of him and he screamed, falling backwards, hitting his head hard. He felt the impact, but it was nothing to what was happening inside him. It felt as thought his blood has been replaced by acid and it was eating him away. His fingers raked across his arms and legs and clutched at his chest, as his skin began to bubble and writhe.
Oh no… no, no, NO, NO! he screamed again, as the agony grew and the scene became horribly familiar.
It was his nightmare, only he was no longer dreaming and this was real. Lia appeared out of no where and she was running towards him. He wanted to tell her to run, but she was grabbing hold of his arms and trying to hold him down. He could feel things begin to change. His insides began to bubble and churn and alter, he could feel thoughts and needs and feelings that were not his own. He could feel him. Except this time, it was strong. Murtagh couldn't let him win. Not now. Another wave of excruciating pain hit him and an inhuman cry tore from his lips.
What is it?! Murtagh! Tell me what to do! Murtagh! Please! Lia shouted down at him, climbing on top of his chest, pinning him to the ground.
Shaking and convulsing from head to foot, his entire body began to spasm and he was losing control. He closed his eyes, hoping it would go away. It stopped, just as suddenly as it had arrived. He was still. He opened his eyes and he immediately that something was wrong. Lia was staring at him and she no longer looked scared, she looked horrified. He wanted to tell her that he was fine, but he found he could not speak. He felt his mouth move, but it was not his words that they spoke.
Lia! LIA!! he yelled.
No one replied.
Lia had felt his agony, and appeared before him in less than a second. He was in pain, he was subject to a fit and there was nothing that she could do. He could barely understand her and she knew what it was and what it meant. All that he saw and felt, she saw too, and it took everything not to fall on the ground writhing beside him. She couldn't lose him. If he were taken now, his soul would be destroyed. Pounding her fists against his chest, she sought to bring him back to her, to stop him seeing the things that he was seeing, to tear his mind away from that which was trying to take him over.
Murtagh! Don't you dare give up on me! Don't you dare! she yelled down at him, grabbing the front of his tunic and trying to pull him back up.
He gave one last spasm and then went rigid. She thought it was over and felt the moisture in her eyes fall. Gasping for breath, she gently lowered his torso back to the ground. Then his eyes sprang open and she couldn't breathe. She knew those eyes. These were not the eyes that reminded her of her nightmares… they were the very same.
Hello my dear a dark, velvety voice greeted her and then, a hand shot up and grabbed her around the throat in a vice grip.
Grabbing his hand, she fought to prize it free, but he only squeezed tighter. Her windpipe was being crushed and all she could see were the eyes of her enemy set deep into the face of her love. It was too cruel.
Yes… he likes you. I think I will take great pleasure in taking you away he smiled.
The smile was so angelic and misplaced, that she felt her stomach turn. The bile rushed up her throat, but there was no place for it to go. Choking, she struggled, but to no avail. Tears streamed down her face, as she tried to sense Murtagh and felt nothing there. She was going to die and she was going to die alone. Releasing the last of her breath, she used what little she had left to glare at the man. The man who had taken away all that she had ever loved.
Murtagh pounded against the mind that blocked his, shouting and screaming. He could see his hands wrapped around Lia's throat, see the defeat in her eyes and knew that she could not feel him.
Get your filthy hands off my woman! he roared.
Digging deep, he grasped what magic he could feel left and used it along with the last of his will to break free. At the very same moment, another wave of pain hit him. He saw his hand release his partner; he heard the scream of a man dimly in the back of his mind. With whatever power was his, he sealed the door shut, locking his father away… but for how long? Gasping, he felt that his limbs were his own once more and he scrambled across the floor, to where Lia lay gasping. Upon his advance, she shrank backwards and then kicked his feet from underneath him. He landed on his back and she willed a sword to appear.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, she rested the tip of the blade against his throat and stared down at him with hateful eyes. He could only look up at her with nothing but shame. Dropping her sword, she collapsed against him and sobbed hard. He kept his mouth clamped shut, but the tears leaked out of his closed lids. Too afraid was he to touch her; too afraid was he to look at her. What had he done? What has these hands done? Her body trembled against his and he longed to hold her, but it felt wrong. Clasping his hands to his face, he could hold it in no longer… he sobbed. When she finally tried to move his hands away, he did not allow it. Then he felt her warm lips and damp tears touch each finger and slowly, she prized them away. Her lips then touched his cheeks and his lids and finally his lips. He wanted to apologise to her… but words seemed inadequate… actions seemed inadequate. It was impossible. How could he apologise for what he had done?
I am… I am so… he began and then stopped, his voice trembling as badly as his lips.
It wasn't you she murmured against his lips.
I love you Lia, I would never –
I know she kissed him again and he kissed her back, but gently.
When she pulled away, he stared at the finger marks around her neck and gulped hard.
Is he there? she asked quietly.
He's gone… for now
And our plan?
I do not want him to win. I want to see it through, but…
But what?
Lia, I do not want him to destroy my soul…and I do not want to hurt you…or anyone else
I won't let him she promised, although the fear in her eyes spoke her uncertainty.
…I have a request…
Name it…
If… If I cannot see it through…If something happens… and it appears that I am a danger others…will you do it?
There was no need to ask what "it" was.
I will she replied.
Lia?
Yes?
If you have to lead me away from the others… to deal with me… Can you do me one last favour?
Anything…
Make up something heroic… and tell them that I did it. Add a new chapter to our campfire story… They cannot know my true end…
I will take it with me to the grave
Exhaling deeply, he felt his exhaustion take over.
I love you Lia he mumbled.
I love you she replied, watching him slip away from her.
Lowering herself by his side, she stroked his hair and his expression softened. He almost looked peaceful. Kissing his brow, she pressed her forehead against his.
I nearly lost you…It will never happen again…I swear to you…You will keep your soul…
Curling up with her back to his chest, she closed her eyes, reached for Saphira and gave her message for the Rider. Her work done, she slept in the embrace of her lover…one last time.
