"We have to tell my parents! I'll kill him!" he said jumping up of
the bed. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to sit.
"Don't you see you can't? There isn't any evidence. He's too clever to leave evidence lying around. Everyone loves Roger do you think they'd believe us? They might believe you but if I hadn't said anything would you of ever thought of him doing something like that?"
"No, I don't suppose I would have. I just wanted to know about why you and Roger didn't like each other. I only know why you don't like Roger. Why doesn't he like you?"
"He doesn't like me because, you would of died during the Sweating Sickness wouldn't you?"
"Yes, if it wasn't for you. Oh, you saved my life. I should have died and he would have been next in line."
"It wasn't only the Sweating Sickness, there's the Black City, if it was just one of us we would of died. Then there's Drell."
"Drell?"
"Come on, do you think that they attacked your forces was just a coincidence when Roger was in charge?"
"I didn't even think of that."
"He's clever. He planned on getting command of the troops. Duke Gareth's horse had a very prickly bur in his horse's blanket. What horse wouldn't rear or act up, and with the girth not very tight?"
"There must have been more than that to suspect him? There is isn't there?"
"Yeah. I always send letters through George; I know that no one would know that I send Thom messages that way. He told me that several people there watch him. I sent a verbal message to him, thank the Gods it was verbal. He was found dead by the side of the road, 5 poisoned arrows in his back, his things searched and strewn on the side of the road. Then when I went to see Thom myself, on the way back George and I were attacked. One of the attackers said that I wasn't meant to be hurt. I was to be taken alive. They were told to get me and kill George. He started clawing at invisible hands at his throat, and then he died. When I looked to see what magic was being used it was orange, a colour I'm familiar with, Roger's."
"How'd you know what colour the magic was?" she took of her ember stone and handed it to him.
"When I hold it I can see magic. Watch." She looked around her and saw that one of her books was on her table. She reached out with her magic to get it to come towards her. The book flew to her outstretched hand. "Do you see it?"
"Yes. Where did you get this?"
"I told you before it was a present."
"Yes, I remember but who gave it to you and how long have you had it?"
"Since I was 14 and the Goddess gave it to me."
"When-wait! When she said you know your destiny, Roger?"
"He's part of it and so are you."
"Me? What have you got to do?"
"Yes, you are the person Roger is trying to kill. And you mustn't be killed, not just talking as a friend but for Tortall. Expose Roger; defeat Roger, both of them probably. I don't know exactly."
"What else?"
Remember me falling through the ice? That was deliberate. Then there was Demon Grey he was orange as well. Then there's Alex."
"What about Alex?"
"He has changed so much since becoming Roger's squire. You must have seen that?"
"Haven't we all changed since becoming squires?"
" Remember when I broke my collar bone? We were fencing one day, just the two of us there. There wasn't even Faithful. He gave me a deep scratch on my thigh, I told him to be careful but he didn't answer then we went body-to-body, trying to knock me over." Jon winced, knowing that that would have been hard for her.
"I got out of the body lock and let my temper get away with me, I hit him with the flat of my sword on his cheek. I told him sorry and he brought his sword back up and he was smiling, and not in a nice way. He whispered to me that I should guard. I didn't want to play anymore so I lunged hoping that that would end it. Our swords locked and he pushed me to the ground this time. I rolled away and his sword chipped the wood an inch away form my head. If you had seen his face you would know what I meant. His eyes were very bright and his smile was very nasty. I jumped up and he got me a good one in the ribs so I gave him another one back. I brought my sword down to my side and told him to stop that something was wrong. I just got my sword up in time, the amount of sparks that came off. He brought his sword above his head and was going to hit my skull but I moved and he got my collarbone. I heard the bone snap and fell to my knees. He knew I was hurt, I cried out. I brought his sword up and he was going to kill me I knew he would, break my neck.
"If it wasn't for Myles just then, he would of. He dropped the blade and turned round to Myles. Myles pointed out that I was hurt and when Alex turned round to look at me the smile was gone and he looked concerned. Myles told me that he was trying to kill me and I told him he's been my friend for years."
"I swear next time I see him!" he said getting up and pacing angrily.
"No, you can't! You have to act like how everything was yesterday. You can't act on anything I've told you, just like I can't act on anything I know."
"But they've both tried to kill you!"
"And Roger's tried to kill you, me, your father, mother! You need evidence! Which we don't have! If there's evidence then they can't doubt it and ignore the facts, but if there isn't evidence then he could make up some story about being jealous or something. You've only seen his good side until now you would still of continued seeing it, but they still see it. If we accuse him he'd probably challenge us and kill us. There would be doubt and dislike now but it wouldn't be enough. You know how court works and that would be what would happens, unless there is proof."
"It's going to be hard since every time I see them I'll want to just go up to them and hit them."
"I want to do that all the time, that or run away."
"I still can't believe that Roger is trying to kill me." Alanna hugged him.
"Ah, well get used to it." She told him smiling. He laughed softly.
"This shouldn't be a laughing matter," he said while she came and sat on his knee.
" But it is. Just imagine their faces if you just walk up and hit them in the face. Or if you run up behind them and push them in the lake and then run and hide so you can see them looking round trying to see who did it." He laughed.
"What about a pile of manure?"
"That would work to." She looked at the candle clock and saw that it was about 2 o'clock now. "We should get some sleep. It's 2 o'clock!" She sat up and took his hand and slowly walked back through to Jon's room.
The next day after Alanna's lessons, Gary, Jon, Raoul and her were going riding when they saw Roger. They were standing outside the stables waiting for Raoul to finish saddling his horse. They had hid his horse's bridle and he had only just found it.
The three of them were laughing about Raoul and him scowling at them. Alanna looked up and saw him. She stopped laughing, Jon saw she was looking at something; he followed her gaze and saw Roger.
"Remember, manure!" Alanna muttered barely moving her lips. Jon burst out laughing and smiled at Roger. Roger waved and carried on walking away from them. Jon stopped smiling and glared at Roger's back for a few moments until Raoul came out the stables.
"I hate him," Jon whispered in her ear while going round to his horse's side to mount up.
Okay I know this chapter is really bad but I needed to put this in for the next few chapters. I am going to finish this story first before I get back to adding chapters to Sophia (the sequel). Which should only take me a few weeks, I'm almost finished this. * tear *
Thanks for all the reviews and I will get the next part up if I get 13 reviews. I didn't get as many as that last time. So REVIEW!
"Don't you see you can't? There isn't any evidence. He's too clever to leave evidence lying around. Everyone loves Roger do you think they'd believe us? They might believe you but if I hadn't said anything would you of ever thought of him doing something like that?"
"No, I don't suppose I would have. I just wanted to know about why you and Roger didn't like each other. I only know why you don't like Roger. Why doesn't he like you?"
"He doesn't like me because, you would of died during the Sweating Sickness wouldn't you?"
"Yes, if it wasn't for you. Oh, you saved my life. I should have died and he would have been next in line."
"It wasn't only the Sweating Sickness, there's the Black City, if it was just one of us we would of died. Then there's Drell."
"Drell?"
"Come on, do you think that they attacked your forces was just a coincidence when Roger was in charge?"
"I didn't even think of that."
"He's clever. He planned on getting command of the troops. Duke Gareth's horse had a very prickly bur in his horse's blanket. What horse wouldn't rear or act up, and with the girth not very tight?"
"There must have been more than that to suspect him? There is isn't there?"
"Yeah. I always send letters through George; I know that no one would know that I send Thom messages that way. He told me that several people there watch him. I sent a verbal message to him, thank the Gods it was verbal. He was found dead by the side of the road, 5 poisoned arrows in his back, his things searched and strewn on the side of the road. Then when I went to see Thom myself, on the way back George and I were attacked. One of the attackers said that I wasn't meant to be hurt. I was to be taken alive. They were told to get me and kill George. He started clawing at invisible hands at his throat, and then he died. When I looked to see what magic was being used it was orange, a colour I'm familiar with, Roger's."
"How'd you know what colour the magic was?" she took of her ember stone and handed it to him.
"When I hold it I can see magic. Watch." She looked around her and saw that one of her books was on her table. She reached out with her magic to get it to come towards her. The book flew to her outstretched hand. "Do you see it?"
"Yes. Where did you get this?"
"I told you before it was a present."
"Yes, I remember but who gave it to you and how long have you had it?"
"Since I was 14 and the Goddess gave it to me."
"When-wait! When she said you know your destiny, Roger?"
"He's part of it and so are you."
"Me? What have you got to do?"
"Yes, you are the person Roger is trying to kill. And you mustn't be killed, not just talking as a friend but for Tortall. Expose Roger; defeat Roger, both of them probably. I don't know exactly."
"What else?"
Remember me falling through the ice? That was deliberate. Then there was Demon Grey he was orange as well. Then there's Alex."
"What about Alex?"
"He has changed so much since becoming Roger's squire. You must have seen that?"
"Haven't we all changed since becoming squires?"
" Remember when I broke my collar bone? We were fencing one day, just the two of us there. There wasn't even Faithful. He gave me a deep scratch on my thigh, I told him to be careful but he didn't answer then we went body-to-body, trying to knock me over." Jon winced, knowing that that would have been hard for her.
"I got out of the body lock and let my temper get away with me, I hit him with the flat of my sword on his cheek. I told him sorry and he brought his sword back up and he was smiling, and not in a nice way. He whispered to me that I should guard. I didn't want to play anymore so I lunged hoping that that would end it. Our swords locked and he pushed me to the ground this time. I rolled away and his sword chipped the wood an inch away form my head. If you had seen his face you would know what I meant. His eyes were very bright and his smile was very nasty. I jumped up and he got me a good one in the ribs so I gave him another one back. I brought my sword down to my side and told him to stop that something was wrong. I just got my sword up in time, the amount of sparks that came off. He brought his sword above his head and was going to hit my skull but I moved and he got my collarbone. I heard the bone snap and fell to my knees. He knew I was hurt, I cried out. I brought his sword up and he was going to kill me I knew he would, break my neck.
"If it wasn't for Myles just then, he would of. He dropped the blade and turned round to Myles. Myles pointed out that I was hurt and when Alex turned round to look at me the smile was gone and he looked concerned. Myles told me that he was trying to kill me and I told him he's been my friend for years."
"I swear next time I see him!" he said getting up and pacing angrily.
"No, you can't! You have to act like how everything was yesterday. You can't act on anything I've told you, just like I can't act on anything I know."
"But they've both tried to kill you!"
"And Roger's tried to kill you, me, your father, mother! You need evidence! Which we don't have! If there's evidence then they can't doubt it and ignore the facts, but if there isn't evidence then he could make up some story about being jealous or something. You've only seen his good side until now you would still of continued seeing it, but they still see it. If we accuse him he'd probably challenge us and kill us. There would be doubt and dislike now but it wouldn't be enough. You know how court works and that would be what would happens, unless there is proof."
"It's going to be hard since every time I see them I'll want to just go up to them and hit them."
"I want to do that all the time, that or run away."
"I still can't believe that Roger is trying to kill me." Alanna hugged him.
"Ah, well get used to it." She told him smiling. He laughed softly.
"This shouldn't be a laughing matter," he said while she came and sat on his knee.
" But it is. Just imagine their faces if you just walk up and hit them in the face. Or if you run up behind them and push them in the lake and then run and hide so you can see them looking round trying to see who did it." He laughed.
"What about a pile of manure?"
"That would work to." She looked at the candle clock and saw that it was about 2 o'clock now. "We should get some sleep. It's 2 o'clock!" She sat up and took his hand and slowly walked back through to Jon's room.
The next day after Alanna's lessons, Gary, Jon, Raoul and her were going riding when they saw Roger. They were standing outside the stables waiting for Raoul to finish saddling his horse. They had hid his horse's bridle and he had only just found it.
The three of them were laughing about Raoul and him scowling at them. Alanna looked up and saw him. She stopped laughing, Jon saw she was looking at something; he followed her gaze and saw Roger.
"Remember, manure!" Alanna muttered barely moving her lips. Jon burst out laughing and smiled at Roger. Roger waved and carried on walking away from them. Jon stopped smiling and glared at Roger's back for a few moments until Raoul came out the stables.
"I hate him," Jon whispered in her ear while going round to his horse's side to mount up.
Okay I know this chapter is really bad but I needed to put this in for the next few chapters. I am going to finish this story first before I get back to adding chapters to Sophia (the sequel). Which should only take me a few weeks, I'm almost finished this. * tear *
Thanks for all the reviews and I will get the next part up if I get 13 reviews. I didn't get as many as that last time. So REVIEW!