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Saga: The Sentinels of Midnight
Episode: The Stone King III
Rating: PG-13
Date: 5/4/04 9:40:45 PM
The Stone King III
Summer Solstice....
Gesham felt the balmy desert breeze soothingly touch his chiropteran wing's folds while he glided upon the air currents. The heat emanating from the white sands below him warmed his tawny skin. The flow of the gentle wind caressed him with the intimacy of a familiar lover. For nearly half a century, he and his kith protected the Tribe of Kenan, in return, had protected his clan. He watched how the primitive nomads transformed from herdsmen into denizens and architects of a vast and wondrous nation. He was pleased. Gesham fervently shook his head to rid the distracting thoughts that challenged performance of his nightly duties. He focused his attentions upon the more pressing matters at hand. Several other Sires fell into classic flight formation as they circled the perimeters of the bustling Human metropolis. As he watched them, he felt contentment knowing the Soulless Ones would not be attacking the herds of sheep and goats that grazed placidly along the northern perimeter of the oasis' granite wall.
Gesham cast his scrutinizing watch below to the masons' handiwork that stood as a monument to Human tenacity. Because of the alliance between Halmu and Kenan, the human tribe found safety behind white granite walls erected around the desert sanctuary. How the Amorites toiled without rest to erect walls tall and mighty to keep the Soulless at bay. Large fire pits flamed brightly in segmented increments along the walls' ledges, illuminating the stark white granite in a subtle gleam of copper and realgar. Because of that particular architectural innovation, the continuing raids on the Kenan's tribe reduced drastically. Combined with the patrols of seasoned Sires and well-trained ground soldiers, the tribe of Kenan, eventually, turned the tide in a fleeting time in their favor. Thus, the Amorites no longer cowered without protection against their Soulless predators.
Crimson smoke wafted from one of the braziers from along the wall's ledge. With precise night vision, Gesham knew that red was the hue used when the Kenan summoned all of his advisors to Council. He cut a sharp turn on the dancing undercurrents so that he flew wing-to-wing with his Second-In-Command, an indigo Sire whom Amorites called Mardok. "Brother, the King of Sodom has arrived. Kenan desires your presence immediately."
Resignation filled Gesham's heart when the words fell upon his ears. Never had Halmu visited the city of Amor. The elite ruler of neighboring Sodom considered the nomadic tribesman beneath his notice until it suited his agenda. Geshem dreaded the time when the foreign monarch would set foot within the recently erected white granite walls. The time of prophecy required fulfillment and time came running like a messenger shortly before an invading army. A subtle snarl reverberated within his chest. Mardok's words rang through Gesham's head like a battle cry. His eyes glared furious amber in the darkness. "Why?"
Mardok watched the Gargoyle warrior gliding near him form words, but a vociferous thunder drowned out the other Sire's voice. Gesham's hands covered his ears from the deafening blast of clamor that filled the night skies. Within the deepest realms of his tortured mind, Gesham realized the strident roar came from his own throat. Luminous orbs of scintillating luminance blinded his sight. A powerful, unseen force impelled him into a surrealistic plane of mind. Gesham felt his continuing descent into the threshold of sensation and surrendered readily to its enchantment.
The euphoric spiral began as an effervescent radiance, rushing as a raging river within Gesham's veins. It was a fire, molten and alive burning and scorching his heart and searing his soul. Subsequently, it surged as a river, yields and simultaneously relentless as it washed over Gesham in a thunderous torrent of unleashed, unspoken eruption of primal emotion. Fervent and delicate against his wings like silk against skin the sensations enkindled the Gargoyle's powerful senses and enthralled his mind. A sudden burst of intensity exploded within him from his heart and groin, burgeoning throughout his large frame. The onslaught of ardent sensation caused long-entombed feelings to swell forth concurrently with his masculine fires. The flavorful taste of cinnamon and sweet dates with a hint of sweet honey danced upon his smooth, pointed tongue.
A surreal vision of dark, passionate eyes hidden behind violet veils flashed inside in his mind's eye. Words of long-ago promised adoration whispered softly in his ears upon the night breeze as if he were hearing them again for the first time. The fragrant scents of jasmine and scented oils of myrrh filled his acute senses until they nearly drove him into a mating frenzy. Then, Gesham felt the final connection; a gentle brush of whimsical, capricious spontaneity mingling with ingrained, instinctual reflection. The contradictory personas grew and expanded like a sandstorm awaiting detonation within his chest. He recounted the legends of the prescient affinity that bound mates to one another -it beget the undeniable strength of the Reckoning.
Enduring such a compelling covenant brought primal male instinct and ardent emotion in overwhelming waves upon Gesham. He faltered upon the wind currents and rapidly began a descending spiral toward shifting sands. Equilibrium deserted him as he struggled for balance upon the tide of airstreams. Mardok saw the dilemma of his rookery mate and plummeted into a downward freefall, indigo and silver wings compact at his sides. The wind plastered his alabaster locks against his scalp. Mardok's velocity increased as both warriors tumbled over one another, wing over tail, toward the approaching dunes beneath them. Strong blue arms came under Gesham's as Mardok's prehensile tail coiled around the his waist. Indigo wings expanded to their entire length, riding the airstreams so they both ascend toward the heavens.
Mardok toiled against gravity and Gesham's massive body, the flow of breeze barely keeping the warriors aloft. He bellowed in his leader's ear, "By the Dragon, Gesham! Unfurl your wings before we collide with a sand dune. Now is not the time to let the Reckoning addle your senses and kill us both!"
Within the fog of euphoria and bliss, Gesham heard that shout as little more than a faint, quiet murmur. The grogginess demanded his body's submission to glorious jubilation seizing his mind and body. Instinct battled urge and tawny wings expanded, catching the airstreams quite necessary for the two's survival. He stared into at Mardok and nodded curtly. The indigo Gargoyle released the clan leader from his grasp.
Gesham reeled from the onslaught that nearly claimed he and Mardok's lives. He knew that feeling only once before and he remembered it well. No Dame in his clan inspired such awareness, passion, or ardor. Such tremendous power came the heart of one young human woman. Had he been upon the ground, the mighty would have fallen to his knees. An disconcerting maelstrom of affection and aching came from her: Devotion. Urgency. Yearning. Delirium. Faith. Joy. Rapture. Tenderness. Poignancy. Serenity. Love. Longing. Hunger.
"Ashatsinu." Her name fell from his lips like a sacred orison. The ancient DeMahri phrase came naturally as he thought of his Beloved. "Re'Hahl."
[Dearheart.]
Gesham for a second time fumbled upon the currents as a deafening roar of elation erupted from him. Mardok, stoic by nature, found himself taken aback by his leader's extraordinary display. "Gesham, what is wrong? What Dame inspires this NOW? There is no mating moon begetting a mating frenzy."
"It is no Dame, Mardok." A joy boomed from him as he exclaimed the words. "On the contrary, save for what is right. She has returned, Old Friend. Ashatsinu is near…I feel her."
Mardok's brow ridges did nothing to hide the astonishment in his cerulean eyes. He dared to whisper, "The Reckoning within you stem from a HUMAN woman? By the Dragon, I thought such things were rookery tales."
"Aye, indeed, as did I." Certain serenity settled over Gesham. "My Soulmate that Skylaris promised me on the first mating moon long ago returns this night."
"But, Gesham!" His mid-air circling of his clan brother augmented Mardok's shock. "The Princess, the Daughter of Kenan, she is Human!"
"I know."
"Brother, do you not know that Skylaris presages against such loves? For loving one not of clan is destined for a sad end. You know this!"
"She counsels against it, but it permitted. It is Skylaris' blessing that deems right the love I feel for Ashatsinu."
"Or your own foolish choices. Gesham, Reputation distinguishes you as a Gargoyle of good sense and sound judgment. How do you know it is not the veil of lust playing with your mind? Many DeMahri have taken a Simianite or Human to Den on occasion as need dictates." Mardok dared question the clan leader. "However, such acts weaken our kind. You have been around the Humans far to much and have taken to their ways. That way of thinking will destroy any Gargoyle."
The gleam of molten amber dimmed so that a scarlet gaze remained. Gesham somersaulted in midair. His tail twitched in jubilant zeal. "Four seasons have passed and blessed me with ample time to weigh the love for me within Ashatsinu's heart. My soul and hers have eternally bound to one another. Her immeasurable love entwines my heart, filling the empty voids deep within my soul. She fills the oblivion with wakefulness as though life begins anew, Mardok. No longer is my heart merely unfeeling stone. Now it beats in tribute to her and every breath she takes draws all of me into her. No more shall I deny the truth within my heart nor the reality of Ashatsinu's devotion. Goddess stated that she destined convention replaced by wisdom. Now, I understand that no fate shall keep My Beloved and I apart. We shall decide for ourselves the path we travel. I shall speak of my true feelings with Ashatsinu upon her return to her father's house."
"Gesham," Mardok's eyes fell to the ground fast approaching the descending warriors. The grave tone drenched Gesham's euphoric mood with austere solemnity. "Her betrothed, Halmu is here. You attempt to defy fate, Brother. The gods marked Ashatsinu as Halmu's consort. To defy their will is to rebels against the Natural Order of All Things."
"And is it not said that the God of Humans blessed them with choice since the days they chose to leave Eden and seek refuge in our caves and within our clans. We DeMahri CHOSE to give the Humans shelter and teach them our ways and disciplines. Now, I shall put my faith in human heart rather than anthropomorphic Fate. Now I choose my My Mate and My Love rather than letting chance decide for me." A low growl escaped the tawny clan leader. "She is mine, Mardok. Ashatsinu once told me that she believed that destiny is the consequence of the choices we select. Fate is that to which we resign ourselves. Skylaris is not a malicious prankster. She would not make my Soulmate be Human unless there was good reason for it. She wouldn't allow me the right of choice if she had little faith in my ability to decide that which is right in the way of the Greater Good."
They landed deftly upon the gently shifting dunes. The Indigo Sire turned to his clan leader and laid a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "Humans do not respect our ways and our traditions. They do not embrace the Gargoyle Way. Think about what you are saying! You are starting to sound like one of them. Again, Brother, to defy the Goddess' teachings is folly." The Gargoyle Way warns Humans and Gargoyles against taken a mate outside of their kind.. Halmu is here to claim the Princess as his bride. Kenan shall declare it tomorrow evening. Let the Way of things occur in their Natural Order. Do not revise what Fate designs."
"Mardok, speak of it no more." Gesham growled with primal fury so great that the indigo Sire stepped back in sheer surprise. "Leave this matter to me."
"Then, think of this, Brother." Mardok's eyes gleamed cyan and silver in the moonlight. "If you speak of this to her, then you shall forfeit those whom we protect. Halmu will not stand for you to intercede in his plans. He is a powerful Human with many sorcerers longing to try their spells upon our kind. Take away his consort and you might well find your entire clan as nothing more than rubble at sunrise. Forget not the delicate alliance forged between Kenan and Azazel's tribes. One usurping might convince Halmu to abandon his promise and leave the Humans and DeMahri alike at the mercy of the Soulless."
"ENOUGH." The Alpha Sire's bellow filled the skies and all became silent for a breathless moment.
"As you wish." Mardok finally found the words to reply.
A dour mask settled on Gesham's chiseled features. "Take the other warriors to the outer reaches of the city and make certain that all is secure. I shall meet with you later to discuss your report of tonight's patrol. Be on your guard and know that the Soulless could strike at any time."
"So shall it be done." Mardok gave a concerned glance toward his rookery brother. "We'll save some mead for you."
"I look forward to it for I shall need it to wash my mind free of this madness." Gesham nodded his farewell. "Tend to the bonfires, Brother, and I shall soon join you."
Gesham turned in the direction of the stone palace that replaced the tent Kenan once had called home. Cloaking his wings around his broad tan shoulders, the bronzed warrior ducked beneath the lofty door as he entered the courtyard of the enclave. He walked past the guards until he made his way into the great hall of the palace. As he made his way to the modest throne room at the end of the corridor, several household servants sent Gesham friendly greetings while bustling about their business.
The sight that caught Gesham's gaze tugged at the large heart beating in his chest. Kenan, pale and fragile, rested quietly upon his pillows. He put aside all thoughts of pity and attended to the matters at hand. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head, bringing gnarled finger to his lips in a kiss of allegiance. "My Liege."
"My friend." The old man rasped and extended hand to his childhood friend. "Come closer."
"As you wish." Gesham worried greatly about the man lying on the scarlet pillows. The Gargoyle knew Kenan's health had not been good for several years. In the corner of his vision, the golden warrior noticed an unfamiliar Human taking great delight in eying one of the serving girls that brought them wine. The Gargoyle noted the paleness of the human's skin and how his hair seemed unnaturally colored like fire. He reeked of the sweet, acrid scent of spices one used in the tombs of those passed into Death's arms. Gesham found it odd that the stench rolled from Halmu in a heavy cloud. [How can he stand it?]
A growl escaped Gesham and caught the man's attention. He withdrew his interest from the disconcerted maiden and made his way to the pillows beside Kenan. Dressed in scarlet silk and wearing an open robe ornamented with fine gold embroidery, Gesham knew that this was a man of wealth and status. A long, flowing mane of hair turned deep auburn by henna nearly clashed with the crimson-hued robes the foreign guest wore. The thick, bold lines of black Kohl that lined the younger human's eyes caused the blueness of their depth to nearly flash and spark with the intensity of an electrical storm. The finely trimmed and pointed beard framed the man's features in a brilliant russet fire. Gesham forced his attention away from Kenan's enigmatic guest and back to his old friend. "How may I serve?"
"This is Halmu, King of Sodom." Kenan's voice barely registered above a whisper. "He shall be the heir to all I rule."
Gesham's eyes gleamed faintly like molten amber. [So this is the Human that gives Kenan's tribe both patronage and protection.]
"And this must be the brave warrior that you spoke of, Kenan." The rowan-haired man slowly eyed the winged warrior with great scrutiny. "He speaks highly of you, winged warrior."
"He is my most loyal warrior and confidant." The old man croaked with more energy powered his raspy voice than the Gargoyle had heard in many months. It warmed his heart to know that Kenan still held him close in esteem.
"Is he now?" Halmu gave a sly smile as he studied the winged protector. "Your name is Gesham?"
"Yes, Good King." Gesham nearly choked on the words. He despised the flamboyant human studying him with great leisure. "The Humans so named me when I was little more than a hatchling."
"Tales of your bravery and heroic exploits flow like the sweetest honey from Kenan's tongue. Your adventures and those of your clan are legend, but never have I ever seen one of your kind until now."
"Your words leave me speechless." Gesham let his amber gaze fall to the floor. He wanted to pull out the demon's silver tongue for working such manipulative Magick with simple words.
"You serve Kenan without question though your loyalty puts you occasionally in harm's way?"
[I shall not fall so easily into the trap you lure me.] Gesham inwardly seethed. [Gargoyles are not without guile and cunning. I shall destroy you, enemy mine, by deeming you my ally.]
"Without hesitation and reservation." Gesham answered truthfully. [The smell of death tells me to keep guard of you, Human. I will not easily give any truth.] "My Liege has the allegiance of the Thubin Clan until Death claims us."
"Kenan has told me how you were his bodyguard when he was but a lad. If I remember rightly, you are his daughter's protector." Halmu stroked his trimmed auburn beard in contemplation. "He told me that you allegiance is unwavering. Do you know of the impending marriage approaching?"
"Aye, I do, Good King." A seething, barely contained and poorly restrained rush of primeval covetousness laced the warrior's voice. The every thought of this human touching the sweet, innocent skin of Gesham's Re'Hahl brought a vivid crimson gold fire to the Gargoyle's eyes.
"Speak to me your thoughts of it, Gesham. What counsel have you for me?"
Ice blue eyes lack the smile that alighted Halmu's lips. Gesham saw the smirk gracing Halmu's delicately handsome features and the contemptuous timber of his voice. [By the Goddess, he knows how I love Ashatsinu. He finds it amusing. I shall not play into your trap so easily, Ape.]
"I only protect and listen, Good King." Gesham stated truthfully. "It is not my place to advise in mates which I am unacquainted; only to protect and serve according to the Oath of Promise."
"Not only is he strong, Kenan, your Gargoyle friend is astute as well." Halmu nodded in grudging satisfaction. "You are eloquent with your words."
"A Gargoyle speaks only truth."
"I wish my advisors were as forthright." Halmu turned his attention to the elder chieftain. "The ways of my father's tribe are different from what Ashatsinu knows. You would do well in my city, Gesham, with your diplomacy and discretion."
"I thank you for your words." Gesham spoke soft words of humility. "It will be challenging for such an sovereign spirit as the Princess to accept her proper as your Consort."
"Ashatsinu will be leaving all that she knows to enter my kingdom." Halmu agreed and the Gargoyle a brief acquiescent nod. [Without this demon by Kenan's side, this city will be far more effortless to conquer. I have other uses for you, Gargoyle.] "She is not acclimated to the ways of my people. She will need a companion and guardian at her side. It will allow her to become accustomed to her new role as Queen and consort in a strange place."
"It will not be easy for her Highness, but she is a woman of strong resilience." [To be little more than your whore and trophy will kill her spirit.]
"My people find a woman of such will unsuitable for their King." Halmu clasped his hands together. "She will need to learn to temper her words and subdue that strong will. I like spirit in my horses, not in my women."
Gesham stifled the urge to smite the infidel for his debasing comments about Ashatsinu.
"I also believe that it is a man's place to gentle horses to the saddle rather than break them. In the hands of a proper trainer, one can turn a rebellious stallion into a fine riding stead. Sometimes patience is far more conducive to achieving that end rather than a whip. Women are much like horses, Gesham. I think that Ashatsinu needs gentling rather than breaking. It is not my way to be temperate with a disobedient woman. Tell me your thoughts on women."
"I am not that familiar with they ways of women, Good King." Amber eyes clashed with a lively ice blue.
"I mean to know your thoughts, Gesham, on whether you think it is better to break a woman or to gentle her to subservience."
"I know little of enticing a human woman." Gesham spoke only truth. "The ways of Dames are much freer than your Human females."
"I propose a way that you would be, once again, of service to Kenan and to his daughter." Halmu's cold eyes never blinked as he spoke the words. "She needs a stern, yet reasonable mentor in subduing her more undesirable qualities."
"Please continue, Good King." Gesham kept his eyes to the floor. The thought of Halmu's implied cruelty upon Ashatsinu's tender flesh caused talons to dig into callused hands until blood covered Gargoyle talons.
"It is your way to serve?"
"It is the Gargoyle Way." Gesham countered.
"I think you are the man…excuse me, the Gargoyle to aid me in gentling Ashatsinu to be a dutiful and proper queen."
Gesham lifted his eyes from the floor and glanced at Kenan. The old chieftain raised his hand and nodded in silent acquiescence. The Gargoyle shifted his gaze briefly to meet Halmu's crystalline azure eyes. "I plead that you tell me more."
Halmu stepped forward and laid a hand upon Gesham's tall shoulder. "I want you to accompany the Princess to Sodom and remain by her side as her faithful protector and advisor pending she learns her place. I …am not the most patient of men. Serve me by serving her, helping her to remember her place. I find it distasteful having to severely reprimand a woman for rebelling beyond her rightful place of submission. It leaves them …flawed." A slow, sinister grin came to Halmu's features. "I prefer that my women remain pleasing to my eyes…without scars."
Gesham flinched at the horrific pictures brought to life inside his mind at Halmu's merciless words. The Gargoyle's tail lashed in silent fury at the ominous allusions of Halmu's words as he spoke casually of barbaric cruelty. [To be at Ashatsinu's side I would endure any humiliation rather than be banished forever from her presence. If you lay one finger upon her, I shall rip your heart from your chest and lay it front of you to see before you die.] "I am. …taken aback by your request and shall gladly continue to serve as Her Highness' devoted servant, companion and protector."
"Will you also swear allegiance to me?" Halmu spoke quietly in the Gargoyle's ear.
Gesham fell to one knee with wings cloaked, head bowed, eyes closed and arms crossed in an "x" over his chest. "King of Sodom, I will humbly fulfill your request to the best of my ability. Where she goes, so shall I go. Where she leads, I shall follow. What she desires of me I will gladly give and what she becomes so shall I be. I will renounce all others and serve as her as a worthy mate and protector to her, by the Will of Skylaris."
"Mate?" A vengeful note filled Halmu's voice.
Gesham realized that he had just recited his most secret vow before his sworn enemy. He closed his eyes in silent regret as he realized that he had completed the Vows of Promise that Ashatsinu had made four years prior. [By the Goddess, what have I done?]
"Oh, you know these Gargoyles, Halmu." Kenan chuckled loudly. "They become rather attached to their human patrons. You know, chum, comrade…. they are as loyal as dogs. Gesham is more like a family pet." Kenan flashed a quick glance at the Gargoyle. "He only meant to be her friend."
"Just how do you think of the Princess, Gesham?" Halmu asked blatantly.
"She is the daughter of my Liege and the betrothed consort of Sodom's Ruler. She has been kind to my clan and I shall always be grateful for her tribe's mercy. I shall be companion, comrade, confidant….it is simply a vow of Protection that we Sires make."
"My court has no love for family pets, only dutiful servants." A russet brow rose in suspicion on Halmu's handsome features. "Are you always so familiar with the members of Kenan's clan?"
"He is like family." Kenan sharply interjected. "Never doubt a Gargoyle's loyalty. They are the keepers of propriety and protocol. He honors traditions and he knows his place. He will not go beyond his promise or his vowed role. He will serve you well, Halmu."
Halmu closed his eyes as if mulling over the situation. "I see."
Gesham gawked at Kenan. He watched the old man wink. "Halmu, I haven't heard the traditional Sire's vow in many moons. To have Gesham give such a vow for Ashatsinu's…protection puts my heart at rest. You need not worry for her safety when Gesham is present, I assure you. He has pledged his loyalty and now I know that she will do well in your grand city as your Queen."
Halmu yawned as if boredom threatened to overwhelm him. "I find myself weary and wish to retire for the evening. I will leave you and your servant to your own devices. Gesham, I invite you to the betrothal feast tomorrow evening. You are to serve in your official capacity as Ashatsinu's protector."
"I hear and obey, Good King."
With that, Halmu simply turned and left the tent.
"Kenan," Gesham growled. "You can not let that beast marry-"
"You protect and serve." The elder chieftain said sternly. "You do not presume to advise."
"You speak rightly, My Liege." Gesham felt like a small hatchling. Kenan's stern chiding hurt more than any other words spoken by him in decades.
"You offered far more than an Oath of Promise in protecting my youngest daughter, old friend." Kenan somehow found the energy to sit upright. Gesham thought he saw a hint of a twinkle in those old, dark eyes. "You gave betrothal vows before your King."
"Aye, Sire. I did." Gesham's amber gaze never wavered from his King.
"Your goddess warns against such things."
"It is counseled against taking a Human mate, but Skylaris forbids it not. I know very well the Tenets of the Gargoyle Way." The admission did nothing to contract the growing love in his chest. "But, it is also your God's choice that your kind be allowed to succeed or fail according to one's choices."
"I agree."
"My Liege, I never meant for such a thing to come to pass." Gesham fell to one knee and took hold of the elder sovereign's hand. "She has brought on the Reckoning and I know her to be my heart and truth for this life."
"Yet, you would defy the Will of All-Father for your desires?"
"For this love I would risk all of Heaven's wrath." Came the solemn, earnest reply. "I do not worship All-Father
"Would you risk affronting your goddess?"
"The Tenet of Adoration says, 'take only one lifemate with adoration and steadfast devotions. Love thy mate as yourself, fiercely and well. Forsake knowing any other as long as love abides between your Chosen One.' I am certain Skylaris finds no offense in my love for Ashatsinu."
"I feared that this might happen." Kenan refused to fall for the smitten warrior's words. "I know you, Gesham. I have always known that there was something special between you and my daughter. A man would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to notice it. You would be a far better match for my daughter than the unholy abomination that just left my tent. Yet, we live in dark times and few humans live free from Uttaku's tyranny. If I can save my people from unending death at Utakku's hands, then I will gladly sacrifice my daughter to do so, love or no love between you. Do not be selfish and place my tribe and my daughter at risk. Halmu has a powerful army and my tribe survives because of his generosity. This marriage will seal the alliance between our tribes and make us powerful enough to stand against Utakku and his minions. Do not stand in the way of it."
"My Liege, she can not marry him!" The Gargoyle roared. "He will truly kill her."
"I said not to stand in the way of it. I never said simply stand by and let it happen."
"What do you mean?" Gesham's head cocked sideways in question.
"If my memory serves me right, your goddess is somewhat of a trickster."
"True."
"She also is one to abhor injustice in any form." Kenan chuckled grimly. "She has taken an interest in my daughter for whatever reason; perhaps, because she is destined to be your mate. If I know the ways of that old Dragon you worship, then she will probably not let Ashatsinu walk into Halmu's grasp so easily. Trust your heart and your judgment."
"What are you saying, Kenan? Do you approve of my desire to ….marry, as you Humans would say, your daughter?"
"I recognize your vow of protection and that vow has my blessing. Pray that your words will not be my tribe's undoing. If my tribe suffers because of your rashness, then may All-Father and Skylaris have mercy upon you because I will not."
"I will let no harm come to your people, Kenan." Gesham exclaimed.
"We will speak no more of this. Go patrol the city, Old friend."
"As you desire, Sire."
Gesham took his leave of Kenan and elation filled his heart. The words spoken by the chieftain were sacred to the Gargoyle's elated heart. [I recognize your vow and you have my blessing.]
"I shall be a worthy protector of her, Kenan." Gesham whispered in the night as thoughts a warm bonfire and good mead filled his thoughts. "With all that I am, I shall love and cherish Ashatsinu though she will never know."
Halmu made his way from the tent to the city's outer walls. Niza's intuitions proved correct regarding the Gargoyle's affections for Ashatsinu. The Sorceress was a reliable source of information if nothing else and Halmu was glad of it. Gargoyles, Niza told him once, fought ineffectively without their clan leader guiding them. Gesham was Kenan's closest adviser and bodyguard. Take Gesham from the city and the Gargoyles stood helpless without their leader's commands. Take Gesham from Kenan and the old man's resistance crumbled like ancient, dry parchment beneath Halmu's fingertips. Marrying Ashatsinu originally meant waiting decades for all of Kenan's possessions and wealth. Conquering the city meant that Halmu only waited days and not years. With Utakku's backing, the Gold and water of Kenan's oasis would make Halmu the wealthiest of men. All Utakku wanted was the city's inhabitants, an equitable trade of blood for riches, not so high of price to pay.
Halmu found the darkest niche in along the city's perimeter and waited silently. A soft, gentle breeze blew past him and sand lightly covered his sandals. He looked down to see crimson smoke wafting around his ankles and languidly drifting upwards into a slender column before him. Two glowing scarlet embers burned not far from him and became dark eyes. Wisps of the red smoke became arms, legs and ruby veils. It was truly within Niza's character to make such a grand entrance. "My Night Orchid, I have waited for you."
Halmu watched his Niza glide across the crystalline sands seemingly never touching the ground. Her silken ruby veils fluttered gently in the evening breeze that caressed the desert sands. He stared at the woman hovering before him while her hand tenderly cupped his strong bearded jaw. A lover's instinct compelled Halmu's lips toward the palm of her hand and a kiss from his lips fell upon her dark, smooth skin. A small gasped escaped her and his powerful embraced plucked Niza from the air and placed her upon the ground before him. He pressed his lips to hers and tasted the subtle tang of cherry and strong wine.
"Nothing would keep me away from you long." She looked anxiously over her shoulder. "I can not be long from the women's quarters. The sleeping elixir will not last long on the others. Tell me, My Love, what have you learned?"
"Kenan's health fades quickly from the poisons you give him in his wine. He follows your advice without fail and considers you his most reliable oracle." Halmu stroked Niza's glorious black hair in wordless contemplation. "You are correct about Gesham. He is entirely in love with your sister that it leaves him little more than a blithering idiot. You said Gargoyles never leave their protectorate."
"That is true. They would rather perish than abandon those they have vowed to protect." A questioning glance crossed Niza's dark, feminine features. She studied her lover's face as worried creases furrowed his brow. She cupped Halmu's face in her hands and forced him to meet her gaze. "Halmu, what is it? What has happened?"
"His devotion to Ashatsinu makes him weak and mindless." Halmu rubbed his hands together as the possibilities flitted through his mind. "It was something that I hadn't expected. I decided that there would be a slight change in plans that works unexpectedly well to our advantage. So, with a bit of superior mind play, Gesham will be leaving the city and accompanying Ashatsinu to Sodom as her protector."
"How did you manage that?" Niza's eyes became well nigh as large as two full moons. Amazement and admiration filled her gaze as she gaped at him.
"I implied that poor Ashatsinu wouldn't fare well if she invoked my wrath and did not submit to me. It would leave her…oh, shall we say, injured?"
"You threatened my sister!?" Niza's shrill reply cut through the still night air. "Are you insane?"
"You know what must be done to set things right, Niza." Halmu reminded her harshly. "Glory does not come without pain. Your father, Kenan, conquered your mother's land a generation ago. He forced your mother's tribe into servitude and she into marriage. Now, those lands remain under his control and yet no blood descendant of your mother's line rules them. You told me, Niza, that they would fall into a stranger's hands. However, I can marry your sister and claim all rights through her blood since she is also a daughter of Tizir. Your clan's entire holdings become mine, including you, my Night Orchid. Do you want the lands that rightfully yours to fall into the hands of a barbarian?"
"No." Niza's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Greatness comes not from cowardice." Halmu pressed a reassuring kiss to her brow. "First, we must bring order. Then, will come peace and finally, prosperity for your mother's tribe."
"I want Ashatsinu to see what she has turned away."
"So she shall in time, My Love. You must have patience." Halmu's gentle urgings did little to calm Niza's churning rage.
"Forgive me, My Love. I…" Niza desperately worked in hiding the snarl that came across her lips. "I forgot my place."
"Fear not, Love. I understand." He soothed Niza as though she were a small child. "Trust me, what I have done will work far more to our benefit than either of us have imagined. Kenan's stone golem is sincere of heart but also blindly in love. His love for Ashatsinu drives him to protect her at all costs…even to leave the city to do it. No Gargoyle leader means that his clan will prove little trouble to Uttaku's minions when they plan to overrun Amor."
"My Love, I can see it now." Niza purred. She took his hand in hers and suckled his fingers as though they were drenched in the sweetest honey. Halmu gasped as darkly erotic sensations traveled from his loins to his more masculine attributes. "But how shall you rid yourself of Ashatsinu?"
"One of your potions should be enough." Halmu hands ripped away the vivid scarlet veils so that Niza's dark hair tumbled free past her shoulders. He leisurely let jet silken strands of Niza's hair fall softly between his fingers. He gently brushed away the glorious mane so that the smooth flesh of her neck lie exposed to his view. He carefully nipped the skin until a mark of dark plum formed into the perfect arch of teeth marks. Niza's low growl of passion caused Halmu to pull her to him so that her feminine curves perfect contoured every inch of his masculine attributes. "Then you shall be my Queen."
Halmu's took Niza into his arms in one rapid, startling movement. His conquering mouth closed over Niza's full painted lips and quickly silenced any more words from her. A euphoric, pulsating need blazed through Sodom's Sovereign as he tasted the sweet cherry wine of Niza's intoxicating kiss. No matter how much Halmu denied it, he knew that Niza's beguiling beauty and her passionate response fueled him into primal passion that overwhelmed him. He made a silent note in his mind to enjoy Niza and her sister often before their "premature deaths."
The lingering scent of vanilla mingled with the cherry blossom taste upon Niza's painted red lips. She returned Halmu's bruising kiss with simulated abandon. She prided herself at being an expert not only of poisons and elixirs, but also of various potions, including love potions. She felt Halmu bite into the tender flesh of her exposed should and cried out in pain. Niza found great comfort neither a human nor gargoyle male was immune to the effects of love. Her plan, incrementally crafted, fell into place like dominos on a playing board. [Once you have married my sister and killed her. Then, you shall marry me because I am also a daughter of the House of Kenan. I will look forward to the day when I can remove your ruler's scepter from you cold, dead fingers. Then, Utakku shall grace me with his dark immortality and I shall rule Sodom and Amor. My family's lands and honor will be restored to my mother, Tizir. You think you are so clever, but that smug pride of yours shall be your undoing and how I long for that day to occur.]
Two cerulean blue eyes watched the two humans as they kissed in the darkness. A low growl rumbled in the air.
"My Love, return now to your father's harem before you are missed." Halmu urged Niza. "Gargoyles patrol the city and we might be spotted at any moment. We shall soon to be together, I promise."
"I hate waiting." Niza's pout fell well upon those full, crimson-painted lips. She fluttered her sooty eyelashes and blinked away feigned tears.
"Patience, Niza. I shan't leave you." He pressed one more kiss to her brow and slipped into the shadows while a Gargoyle's moonlit silhouette soared over them. "But, now we must bide our time. Now go."
"As you wish, My Lord." There was a small dust devil near the city wall and a trailing vapor of crimson smoke. The bright blue eyes stared down again from their vantage point and saw nothing more than wind-driven sand.
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Saga: The Sentinels of Midnight
Episode: The Stone King III
Rating: PG-13
Date: 5/4/04 9:40:45 PM
The Stone King III
Summer Solstice....
Gesham felt the balmy desert breeze soothingly touch his chiropteran wing's folds while he glided upon the air currents. The heat emanating from the white sands below him warmed his tawny skin. The flow of the gentle wind caressed him with the intimacy of a familiar lover. For nearly half a century, he and his kith protected the Tribe of Kenan, in return, had protected his clan. He watched how the primitive nomads transformed from herdsmen into denizens and architects of a vast and wondrous nation. He was pleased. Gesham fervently shook his head to rid the distracting thoughts that challenged performance of his nightly duties. He focused his attentions upon the more pressing matters at hand. Several other Sires fell into classic flight formation as they circled the perimeters of the bustling Human metropolis. As he watched them, he felt contentment knowing the Soulless Ones would not be attacking the herds of sheep and goats that grazed placidly along the northern perimeter of the oasis' granite wall.
Gesham cast his scrutinizing watch below to the masons' handiwork that stood as a monument to Human tenacity. Because of the alliance between Halmu and Kenan, the human tribe found safety behind white granite walls erected around the desert sanctuary. How the Amorites toiled without rest to erect walls tall and mighty to keep the Soulless at bay. Large fire pits flamed brightly in segmented increments along the walls' ledges, illuminating the stark white granite in a subtle gleam of copper and realgar. Because of that particular architectural innovation, the continuing raids on the Kenan's tribe reduced drastically. Combined with the patrols of seasoned Sires and well-trained ground soldiers, the tribe of Kenan, eventually, turned the tide in a fleeting time in their favor. Thus, the Amorites no longer cowered without protection against their Soulless predators.
Crimson smoke wafted from one of the braziers from along the wall's ledge. With precise night vision, Gesham knew that red was the hue used when the Kenan summoned all of his advisors to Council. He cut a sharp turn on the dancing undercurrents so that he flew wing-to-wing with his Second-In-Command, an indigo Sire whom Amorites called Mardok. "Brother, the King of Sodom has arrived. Kenan desires your presence immediately."
Resignation filled Gesham's heart when the words fell upon his ears. Never had Halmu visited the city of Amor. The elite ruler of neighboring Sodom considered the nomadic tribesman beneath his notice until it suited his agenda. Geshem dreaded the time when the foreign monarch would set foot within the recently erected white granite walls. The time of prophecy required fulfillment and time came running like a messenger shortly before an invading army. A subtle snarl reverberated within his chest. Mardok's words rang through Gesham's head like a battle cry. His eyes glared furious amber in the darkness. "Why?"
Mardok watched the Gargoyle warrior gliding near him form words, but a vociferous thunder drowned out the other Sire's voice. Gesham's hands covered his ears from the deafening blast of clamor that filled the night skies. Within the deepest realms of his tortured mind, Gesham realized the strident roar came from his own throat. Luminous orbs of scintillating luminance blinded his sight. A powerful, unseen force impelled him into a surrealistic plane of mind. Gesham felt his continuing descent into the threshold of sensation and surrendered readily to its enchantment.
The euphoric spiral began as an effervescent radiance, rushing as a raging river within Gesham's veins. It was a fire, molten and alive burning and scorching his heart and searing his soul. Subsequently, it surged as a river, yields and simultaneously relentless as it washed over Gesham in a thunderous torrent of unleashed, unspoken eruption of primal emotion. Fervent and delicate against his wings like silk against skin the sensations enkindled the Gargoyle's powerful senses and enthralled his mind. A sudden burst of intensity exploded within him from his heart and groin, burgeoning throughout his large frame. The onslaught of ardent sensation caused long-entombed feelings to swell forth concurrently with his masculine fires. The flavorful taste of cinnamon and sweet dates with a hint of sweet honey danced upon his smooth, pointed tongue.
A surreal vision of dark, passionate eyes hidden behind violet veils flashed inside in his mind's eye. Words of long-ago promised adoration whispered softly in his ears upon the night breeze as if he were hearing them again for the first time. The fragrant scents of jasmine and scented oils of myrrh filled his acute senses until they nearly drove him into a mating frenzy. Then, Gesham felt the final connection; a gentle brush of whimsical, capricious spontaneity mingling with ingrained, instinctual reflection. The contradictory personas grew and expanded like a sandstorm awaiting detonation within his chest. He recounted the legends of the prescient affinity that bound mates to one another -it beget the undeniable strength of the Reckoning.
Enduring such a compelling covenant brought primal male instinct and ardent emotion in overwhelming waves upon Gesham. He faltered upon the wind currents and rapidly began a descending spiral toward shifting sands. Equilibrium deserted him as he struggled for balance upon the tide of airstreams. Mardok saw the dilemma of his rookery mate and plummeted into a downward freefall, indigo and silver wings compact at his sides. The wind plastered his alabaster locks against his scalp. Mardok's velocity increased as both warriors tumbled over one another, wing over tail, toward the approaching dunes beneath them. Strong blue arms came under Gesham's as Mardok's prehensile tail coiled around the his waist. Indigo wings expanded to their entire length, riding the airstreams so they both ascend toward the heavens.
Mardok toiled against gravity and Gesham's massive body, the flow of breeze barely keeping the warriors aloft. He bellowed in his leader's ear, "By the Dragon, Gesham! Unfurl your wings before we collide with a sand dune. Now is not the time to let the Reckoning addle your senses and kill us both!"
Within the fog of euphoria and bliss, Gesham heard that shout as little more than a faint, quiet murmur. The grogginess demanded his body's submission to glorious jubilation seizing his mind and body. Instinct battled urge and tawny wings expanded, catching the airstreams quite necessary for the two's survival. He stared into at Mardok and nodded curtly. The indigo Gargoyle released the clan leader from his grasp.
Gesham reeled from the onslaught that nearly claimed he and Mardok's lives. He knew that feeling only once before and he remembered it well. No Dame in his clan inspired such awareness, passion, or ardor. Such tremendous power came the heart of one young human woman. Had he been upon the ground, the mighty would have fallen to his knees. An disconcerting maelstrom of affection and aching came from her: Devotion. Urgency. Yearning. Delirium. Faith. Joy. Rapture. Tenderness. Poignancy. Serenity. Love. Longing. Hunger.
"Ashatsinu." Her name fell from his lips like a sacred orison. The ancient DeMahri phrase came naturally as he thought of his Beloved. "Re'Hahl."
[Dearheart.]
Gesham for a second time fumbled upon the currents as a deafening roar of elation erupted from him. Mardok, stoic by nature, found himself taken aback by his leader's extraordinary display. "Gesham, what is wrong? What Dame inspires this NOW? There is no mating moon begetting a mating frenzy."
"It is no Dame, Mardok." A joy boomed from him as he exclaimed the words. "On the contrary, save for what is right. She has returned, Old Friend. Ashatsinu is near…I feel her."
Mardok's brow ridges did nothing to hide the astonishment in his cerulean eyes. He dared to whisper, "The Reckoning within you stem from a HUMAN woman? By the Dragon, I thought such things were rookery tales."
"Aye, indeed, as did I." Certain serenity settled over Gesham. "My Soulmate that Skylaris promised me on the first mating moon long ago returns this night."
"But, Gesham!" His mid-air circling of his clan brother augmented Mardok's shock. "The Princess, the Daughter of Kenan, she is Human!"
"I know."
"Brother, do you not know that Skylaris presages against such loves? For loving one not of clan is destined for a sad end. You know this!"
"She counsels against it, but it permitted. It is Skylaris' blessing that deems right the love I feel for Ashatsinu."
"Or your own foolish choices. Gesham, Reputation distinguishes you as a Gargoyle of good sense and sound judgment. How do you know it is not the veil of lust playing with your mind? Many DeMahri have taken a Simianite or Human to Den on occasion as need dictates." Mardok dared question the clan leader. "However, such acts weaken our kind. You have been around the Humans far to much and have taken to their ways. That way of thinking will destroy any Gargoyle."
The gleam of molten amber dimmed so that a scarlet gaze remained. Gesham somersaulted in midair. His tail twitched in jubilant zeal. "Four seasons have passed and blessed me with ample time to weigh the love for me within Ashatsinu's heart. My soul and hers have eternally bound to one another. Her immeasurable love entwines my heart, filling the empty voids deep within my soul. She fills the oblivion with wakefulness as though life begins anew, Mardok. No longer is my heart merely unfeeling stone. Now it beats in tribute to her and every breath she takes draws all of me into her. No more shall I deny the truth within my heart nor the reality of Ashatsinu's devotion. Goddess stated that she destined convention replaced by wisdom. Now, I understand that no fate shall keep My Beloved and I apart. We shall decide for ourselves the path we travel. I shall speak of my true feelings with Ashatsinu upon her return to her father's house."
"Gesham," Mardok's eyes fell to the ground fast approaching the descending warriors. The grave tone drenched Gesham's euphoric mood with austere solemnity. "Her betrothed, Halmu is here. You attempt to defy fate, Brother. The gods marked Ashatsinu as Halmu's consort. To defy their will is to rebels against the Natural Order of All Things."
"And is it not said that the God of Humans blessed them with choice since the days they chose to leave Eden and seek refuge in our caves and within our clans. We DeMahri CHOSE to give the Humans shelter and teach them our ways and disciplines. Now, I shall put my faith in human heart rather than anthropomorphic Fate. Now I choose my My Mate and My Love rather than letting chance decide for me." A low growl escaped the tawny clan leader. "She is mine, Mardok. Ashatsinu once told me that she believed that destiny is the consequence of the choices we select. Fate is that to which we resign ourselves. Skylaris is not a malicious prankster. She would not make my Soulmate be Human unless there was good reason for it. She wouldn't allow me the right of choice if she had little faith in my ability to decide that which is right in the way of the Greater Good."
They landed deftly upon the gently shifting dunes. The Indigo Sire turned to his clan leader and laid a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "Humans do not respect our ways and our traditions. They do not embrace the Gargoyle Way. Think about what you are saying! You are starting to sound like one of them. Again, Brother, to defy the Goddess' teachings is folly." The Gargoyle Way warns Humans and Gargoyles against taken a mate outside of their kind.. Halmu is here to claim the Princess as his bride. Kenan shall declare it tomorrow evening. Let the Way of things occur in their Natural Order. Do not revise what Fate designs."
"Mardok, speak of it no more." Gesham growled with primal fury so great that the indigo Sire stepped back in sheer surprise. "Leave this matter to me."
"Then, think of this, Brother." Mardok's eyes gleamed cyan and silver in the moonlight. "If you speak of this to her, then you shall forfeit those whom we protect. Halmu will not stand for you to intercede in his plans. He is a powerful Human with many sorcerers longing to try their spells upon our kind. Take away his consort and you might well find your entire clan as nothing more than rubble at sunrise. Forget not the delicate alliance forged between Kenan and Azazel's tribes. One usurping might convince Halmu to abandon his promise and leave the Humans and DeMahri alike at the mercy of the Soulless."
"ENOUGH." The Alpha Sire's bellow filled the skies and all became silent for a breathless moment.
"As you wish." Mardok finally found the words to reply.
A dour mask settled on Gesham's chiseled features. "Take the other warriors to the outer reaches of the city and make certain that all is secure. I shall meet with you later to discuss your report of tonight's patrol. Be on your guard and know that the Soulless could strike at any time."
"So shall it be done." Mardok gave a concerned glance toward his rookery brother. "We'll save some mead for you."
"I look forward to it for I shall need it to wash my mind free of this madness." Gesham nodded his farewell. "Tend to the bonfires, Brother, and I shall soon join you."
Gesham turned in the direction of the stone palace that replaced the tent Kenan once had called home. Cloaking his wings around his broad tan shoulders, the bronzed warrior ducked beneath the lofty door as he entered the courtyard of the enclave. He walked past the guards until he made his way into the great hall of the palace. As he made his way to the modest throne room at the end of the corridor, several household servants sent Gesham friendly greetings while bustling about their business.
The sight that caught Gesham's gaze tugged at the large heart beating in his chest. Kenan, pale and fragile, rested quietly upon his pillows. He put aside all thoughts of pity and attended to the matters at hand. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head, bringing gnarled finger to his lips in a kiss of allegiance. "My Liege."
"My friend." The old man rasped and extended hand to his childhood friend. "Come closer."
"As you wish." Gesham worried greatly about the man lying on the scarlet pillows. The Gargoyle knew Kenan's health had not been good for several years. In the corner of his vision, the golden warrior noticed an unfamiliar Human taking great delight in eying one of the serving girls that brought them wine. The Gargoyle noted the paleness of the human's skin and how his hair seemed unnaturally colored like fire. He reeked of the sweet, acrid scent of spices one used in the tombs of those passed into Death's arms. Gesham found it odd that the stench rolled from Halmu in a heavy cloud. [How can he stand it?]
A growl escaped Gesham and caught the man's attention. He withdrew his interest from the disconcerted maiden and made his way to the pillows beside Kenan. Dressed in scarlet silk and wearing an open robe ornamented with fine gold embroidery, Gesham knew that this was a man of wealth and status. A long, flowing mane of hair turned deep auburn by henna nearly clashed with the crimson-hued robes the foreign guest wore. The thick, bold lines of black Kohl that lined the younger human's eyes caused the blueness of their depth to nearly flash and spark with the intensity of an electrical storm. The finely trimmed and pointed beard framed the man's features in a brilliant russet fire. Gesham forced his attention away from Kenan's enigmatic guest and back to his old friend. "How may I serve?"
"This is Halmu, King of Sodom." Kenan's voice barely registered above a whisper. "He shall be the heir to all I rule."
Gesham's eyes gleamed faintly like molten amber. [So this is the Human that gives Kenan's tribe both patronage and protection.]
"And this must be the brave warrior that you spoke of, Kenan." The rowan-haired man slowly eyed the winged warrior with great scrutiny. "He speaks highly of you, winged warrior."
"He is my most loyal warrior and confidant." The old man croaked with more energy powered his raspy voice than the Gargoyle had heard in many months. It warmed his heart to know that Kenan still held him close in esteem.
"Is he now?" Halmu gave a sly smile as he studied the winged protector. "Your name is Gesham?"
"Yes, Good King." Gesham nearly choked on the words. He despised the flamboyant human studying him with great leisure. "The Humans so named me when I was little more than a hatchling."
"Tales of your bravery and heroic exploits flow like the sweetest honey from Kenan's tongue. Your adventures and those of your clan are legend, but never have I ever seen one of your kind until now."
"Your words leave me speechless." Gesham let his amber gaze fall to the floor. He wanted to pull out the demon's silver tongue for working such manipulative Magick with simple words.
"You serve Kenan without question though your loyalty puts you occasionally in harm's way?"
[I shall not fall so easily into the trap you lure me.] Gesham inwardly seethed. [Gargoyles are not without guile and cunning. I shall destroy you, enemy mine, by deeming you my ally.]
"Without hesitation and reservation." Gesham answered truthfully. [The smell of death tells me to keep guard of you, Human. I will not easily give any truth.] "My Liege has the allegiance of the Thubin Clan until Death claims us."
"Kenan has told me how you were his bodyguard when he was but a lad. If I remember rightly, you are his daughter's protector." Halmu stroked his trimmed auburn beard in contemplation. "He told me that you allegiance is unwavering. Do you know of the impending marriage approaching?"
"Aye, I do, Good King." A seething, barely contained and poorly restrained rush of primeval covetousness laced the warrior's voice. The every thought of this human touching the sweet, innocent skin of Gesham's Re'Hahl brought a vivid crimson gold fire to the Gargoyle's eyes.
"Speak to me your thoughts of it, Gesham. What counsel have you for me?"
Ice blue eyes lack the smile that alighted Halmu's lips. Gesham saw the smirk gracing Halmu's delicately handsome features and the contemptuous timber of his voice. [By the Goddess, he knows how I love Ashatsinu. He finds it amusing. I shall not play into your trap so easily, Ape.]
"I only protect and listen, Good King." Gesham stated truthfully. "It is not my place to advise in mates which I am unacquainted; only to protect and serve according to the Oath of Promise."
"Not only is he strong, Kenan, your Gargoyle friend is astute as well." Halmu nodded in grudging satisfaction. "You are eloquent with your words."
"A Gargoyle speaks only truth."
"I wish my advisors were as forthright." Halmu turned his attention to the elder chieftain. "The ways of my father's tribe are different from what Ashatsinu knows. You would do well in my city, Gesham, with your diplomacy and discretion."
"I thank you for your words." Gesham spoke soft words of humility. "It will be challenging for such an sovereign spirit as the Princess to accept her proper as your Consort."
"Ashatsinu will be leaving all that she knows to enter my kingdom." Halmu agreed and the Gargoyle a brief acquiescent nod. [Without this demon by Kenan's side, this city will be far more effortless to conquer. I have other uses for you, Gargoyle.] "She is not acclimated to the ways of my people. She will need a companion and guardian at her side. It will allow her to become accustomed to her new role as Queen and consort in a strange place."
"It will not be easy for her Highness, but she is a woman of strong resilience." [To be little more than your whore and trophy will kill her spirit.]
"My people find a woman of such will unsuitable for their King." Halmu clasped his hands together. "She will need to learn to temper her words and subdue that strong will. I like spirit in my horses, not in my women."
Gesham stifled the urge to smite the infidel for his debasing comments about Ashatsinu.
"I also believe that it is a man's place to gentle horses to the saddle rather than break them. In the hands of a proper trainer, one can turn a rebellious stallion into a fine riding stead. Sometimes patience is far more conducive to achieving that end rather than a whip. Women are much like horses, Gesham. I think that Ashatsinu needs gentling rather than breaking. It is not my way to be temperate with a disobedient woman. Tell me your thoughts on women."
"I am not that familiar with they ways of women, Good King." Amber eyes clashed with a lively ice blue.
"I mean to know your thoughts, Gesham, on whether you think it is better to break a woman or to gentle her to subservience."
"I know little of enticing a human woman." Gesham spoke only truth. "The ways of Dames are much freer than your Human females."
"I propose a way that you would be, once again, of service to Kenan and to his daughter." Halmu's cold eyes never blinked as he spoke the words. "She needs a stern, yet reasonable mentor in subduing her more undesirable qualities."
"Please continue, Good King." Gesham kept his eyes to the floor. The thought of Halmu's implied cruelty upon Ashatsinu's tender flesh caused talons to dig into callused hands until blood covered Gargoyle talons.
"It is your way to serve?"
"It is the Gargoyle Way." Gesham countered.
"I think you are the man…excuse me, the Gargoyle to aid me in gentling Ashatsinu to be a dutiful and proper queen."
Gesham lifted his eyes from the floor and glanced at Kenan. The old chieftain raised his hand and nodded in silent acquiescence. The Gargoyle shifted his gaze briefly to meet Halmu's crystalline azure eyes. "I plead that you tell me more."
Halmu stepped forward and laid a hand upon Gesham's tall shoulder. "I want you to accompany the Princess to Sodom and remain by her side as her faithful protector and advisor pending she learns her place. I …am not the most patient of men. Serve me by serving her, helping her to remember her place. I find it distasteful having to severely reprimand a woman for rebelling beyond her rightful place of submission. It leaves them …flawed." A slow, sinister grin came to Halmu's features. "I prefer that my women remain pleasing to my eyes…without scars."
Gesham flinched at the horrific pictures brought to life inside his mind at Halmu's merciless words. The Gargoyle's tail lashed in silent fury at the ominous allusions of Halmu's words as he spoke casually of barbaric cruelty. [To be at Ashatsinu's side I would endure any humiliation rather than be banished forever from her presence. If you lay one finger upon her, I shall rip your heart from your chest and lay it front of you to see before you die.] "I am. …taken aback by your request and shall gladly continue to serve as Her Highness' devoted servant, companion and protector."
"Will you also swear allegiance to me?" Halmu spoke quietly in the Gargoyle's ear.
Gesham fell to one knee with wings cloaked, head bowed, eyes closed and arms crossed in an "x" over his chest. "King of Sodom, I will humbly fulfill your request to the best of my ability. Where she goes, so shall I go. Where she leads, I shall follow. What she desires of me I will gladly give and what she becomes so shall I be. I will renounce all others and serve as her as a worthy mate and protector to her, by the Will of Skylaris."
"Mate?" A vengeful note filled Halmu's voice.
Gesham realized that he had just recited his most secret vow before his sworn enemy. He closed his eyes in silent regret as he realized that he had completed the Vows of Promise that Ashatsinu had made four years prior. [By the Goddess, what have I done?]
"Oh, you know these Gargoyles, Halmu." Kenan chuckled loudly. "They become rather attached to their human patrons. You know, chum, comrade…. they are as loyal as dogs. Gesham is more like a family pet." Kenan flashed a quick glance at the Gargoyle. "He only meant to be her friend."
"Just how do you think of the Princess, Gesham?" Halmu asked blatantly.
"She is the daughter of my Liege and the betrothed consort of Sodom's Ruler. She has been kind to my clan and I shall always be grateful for her tribe's mercy. I shall be companion, comrade, confidant….it is simply a vow of Protection that we Sires make."
"My court has no love for family pets, only dutiful servants." A russet brow rose in suspicion on Halmu's handsome features. "Are you always so familiar with the members of Kenan's clan?"
"He is like family." Kenan sharply interjected. "Never doubt a Gargoyle's loyalty. They are the keepers of propriety and protocol. He honors traditions and he knows his place. He will not go beyond his promise or his vowed role. He will serve you well, Halmu."
Halmu closed his eyes as if mulling over the situation. "I see."
Gesham gawked at Kenan. He watched the old man wink. "Halmu, I haven't heard the traditional Sire's vow in many moons. To have Gesham give such a vow for Ashatsinu's…protection puts my heart at rest. You need not worry for her safety when Gesham is present, I assure you. He has pledged his loyalty and now I know that she will do well in your grand city as your Queen."
Halmu yawned as if boredom threatened to overwhelm him. "I find myself weary and wish to retire for the evening. I will leave you and your servant to your own devices. Gesham, I invite you to the betrothal feast tomorrow evening. You are to serve in your official capacity as Ashatsinu's protector."
"I hear and obey, Good King."
With that, Halmu simply turned and left the tent.
"Kenan," Gesham growled. "You can not let that beast marry-"
"You protect and serve." The elder chieftain said sternly. "You do not presume to advise."
"You speak rightly, My Liege." Gesham felt like a small hatchling. Kenan's stern chiding hurt more than any other words spoken by him in decades.
"You offered far more than an Oath of Promise in protecting my youngest daughter, old friend." Kenan somehow found the energy to sit upright. Gesham thought he saw a hint of a twinkle in those old, dark eyes. "You gave betrothal vows before your King."
"Aye, Sire. I did." Gesham's amber gaze never wavered from his King.
"Your goddess warns against such things."
"It is counseled against taking a Human mate, but Skylaris forbids it not. I know very well the Tenets of the Gargoyle Way." The admission did nothing to contract the growing love in his chest. "But, it is also your God's choice that your kind be allowed to succeed or fail according to one's choices."
"I agree."
"My Liege, I never meant for such a thing to come to pass." Gesham fell to one knee and took hold of the elder sovereign's hand. "She has brought on the Reckoning and I know her to be my heart and truth for this life."
"Yet, you would defy the Will of All-Father for your desires?"
"For this love I would risk all of Heaven's wrath." Came the solemn, earnest reply. "I do not worship All-Father
"Would you risk affronting your goddess?"
"The Tenet of Adoration says, 'take only one lifemate with adoration and steadfast devotions. Love thy mate as yourself, fiercely and well. Forsake knowing any other as long as love abides between your Chosen One.' I am certain Skylaris finds no offense in my love for Ashatsinu."
"I feared that this might happen." Kenan refused to fall for the smitten warrior's words. "I know you, Gesham. I have always known that there was something special between you and my daughter. A man would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to notice it. You would be a far better match for my daughter than the unholy abomination that just left my tent. Yet, we live in dark times and few humans live free from Uttaku's tyranny. If I can save my people from unending death at Utakku's hands, then I will gladly sacrifice my daughter to do so, love or no love between you. Do not be selfish and place my tribe and my daughter at risk. Halmu has a powerful army and my tribe survives because of his generosity. This marriage will seal the alliance between our tribes and make us powerful enough to stand against Utakku and his minions. Do not stand in the way of it."
"My Liege, she can not marry him!" The Gargoyle roared. "He will truly kill her."
"I said not to stand in the way of it. I never said simply stand by and let it happen."
"What do you mean?" Gesham's head cocked sideways in question.
"If my memory serves me right, your goddess is somewhat of a trickster."
"True."
"She also is one to abhor injustice in any form." Kenan chuckled grimly. "She has taken an interest in my daughter for whatever reason; perhaps, because she is destined to be your mate. If I know the ways of that old Dragon you worship, then she will probably not let Ashatsinu walk into Halmu's grasp so easily. Trust your heart and your judgment."
"What are you saying, Kenan? Do you approve of my desire to ….marry, as you Humans would say, your daughter?"
"I recognize your vow of protection and that vow has my blessing. Pray that your words will not be my tribe's undoing. If my tribe suffers because of your rashness, then may All-Father and Skylaris have mercy upon you because I will not."
"I will let no harm come to your people, Kenan." Gesham exclaimed.
"We will speak no more of this. Go patrol the city, Old friend."
"As you desire, Sire."
Gesham took his leave of Kenan and elation filled his heart. The words spoken by the chieftain were sacred to the Gargoyle's elated heart. [I recognize your vow and you have my blessing.]
"I shall be a worthy protector of her, Kenan." Gesham whispered in the night as thoughts a warm bonfire and good mead filled his thoughts. "With all that I am, I shall love and cherish Ashatsinu though she will never know."
Halmu made his way from the tent to the city's outer walls. Niza's intuitions proved correct regarding the Gargoyle's affections for Ashatsinu. The Sorceress was a reliable source of information if nothing else and Halmu was glad of it. Gargoyles, Niza told him once, fought ineffectively without their clan leader guiding them. Gesham was Kenan's closest adviser and bodyguard. Take Gesham from the city and the Gargoyles stood helpless without their leader's commands. Take Gesham from Kenan and the old man's resistance crumbled like ancient, dry parchment beneath Halmu's fingertips. Marrying Ashatsinu originally meant waiting decades for all of Kenan's possessions and wealth. Conquering the city meant that Halmu only waited days and not years. With Utakku's backing, the Gold and water of Kenan's oasis would make Halmu the wealthiest of men. All Utakku wanted was the city's inhabitants, an equitable trade of blood for riches, not so high of price to pay.
Halmu found the darkest niche in along the city's perimeter and waited silently. A soft, gentle breeze blew past him and sand lightly covered his sandals. He looked down to see crimson smoke wafting around his ankles and languidly drifting upwards into a slender column before him. Two glowing scarlet embers burned not far from him and became dark eyes. Wisps of the red smoke became arms, legs and ruby veils. It was truly within Niza's character to make such a grand entrance. "My Night Orchid, I have waited for you."
Halmu watched his Niza glide across the crystalline sands seemingly never touching the ground. Her silken ruby veils fluttered gently in the evening breeze that caressed the desert sands. He stared at the woman hovering before him while her hand tenderly cupped his strong bearded jaw. A lover's instinct compelled Halmu's lips toward the palm of her hand and a kiss from his lips fell upon her dark, smooth skin. A small gasped escaped her and his powerful embraced plucked Niza from the air and placed her upon the ground before him. He pressed his lips to hers and tasted the subtle tang of cherry and strong wine.
"Nothing would keep me away from you long." She looked anxiously over her shoulder. "I can not be long from the women's quarters. The sleeping elixir will not last long on the others. Tell me, My Love, what have you learned?"
"Kenan's health fades quickly from the poisons you give him in his wine. He follows your advice without fail and considers you his most reliable oracle." Halmu stroked Niza's glorious black hair in wordless contemplation. "You are correct about Gesham. He is entirely in love with your sister that it leaves him little more than a blithering idiot. You said Gargoyles never leave their protectorate."
"That is true. They would rather perish than abandon those they have vowed to protect." A questioning glance crossed Niza's dark, feminine features. She studied her lover's face as worried creases furrowed his brow. She cupped Halmu's face in her hands and forced him to meet her gaze. "Halmu, what is it? What has happened?"
"His devotion to Ashatsinu makes him weak and mindless." Halmu rubbed his hands together as the possibilities flitted through his mind. "It was something that I hadn't expected. I decided that there would be a slight change in plans that works unexpectedly well to our advantage. So, with a bit of superior mind play, Gesham will be leaving the city and accompanying Ashatsinu to Sodom as her protector."
"How did you manage that?" Niza's eyes became well nigh as large as two full moons. Amazement and admiration filled her gaze as she gaped at him.
"I implied that poor Ashatsinu wouldn't fare well if she invoked my wrath and did not submit to me. It would leave her…oh, shall we say, injured?"
"You threatened my sister!?" Niza's shrill reply cut through the still night air. "Are you insane?"
"You know what must be done to set things right, Niza." Halmu reminded her harshly. "Glory does not come without pain. Your father, Kenan, conquered your mother's land a generation ago. He forced your mother's tribe into servitude and she into marriage. Now, those lands remain under his control and yet no blood descendant of your mother's line rules them. You told me, Niza, that they would fall into a stranger's hands. However, I can marry your sister and claim all rights through her blood since she is also a daughter of Tizir. Your clan's entire holdings become mine, including you, my Night Orchid. Do you want the lands that rightfully yours to fall into the hands of a barbarian?"
"No." Niza's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Greatness comes not from cowardice." Halmu pressed a reassuring kiss to her brow. "First, we must bring order. Then, will come peace and finally, prosperity for your mother's tribe."
"I want Ashatsinu to see what she has turned away."
"So she shall in time, My Love. You must have patience." Halmu's gentle urgings did little to calm Niza's churning rage.
"Forgive me, My Love. I…" Niza desperately worked in hiding the snarl that came across her lips. "I forgot my place."
"Fear not, Love. I understand." He soothed Niza as though she were a small child. "Trust me, what I have done will work far more to our benefit than either of us have imagined. Kenan's stone golem is sincere of heart but also blindly in love. His love for Ashatsinu drives him to protect her at all costs…even to leave the city to do it. No Gargoyle leader means that his clan will prove little trouble to Uttaku's minions when they plan to overrun Amor."
"My Love, I can see it now." Niza purred. She took his hand in hers and suckled his fingers as though they were drenched in the sweetest honey. Halmu gasped as darkly erotic sensations traveled from his loins to his more masculine attributes. "But how shall you rid yourself of Ashatsinu?"
"One of your potions should be enough." Halmu hands ripped away the vivid scarlet veils so that Niza's dark hair tumbled free past her shoulders. He leisurely let jet silken strands of Niza's hair fall softly between his fingers. He gently brushed away the glorious mane so that the smooth flesh of her neck lie exposed to his view. He carefully nipped the skin until a mark of dark plum formed into the perfect arch of teeth marks. Niza's low growl of passion caused Halmu to pull her to him so that her feminine curves perfect contoured every inch of his masculine attributes. "Then you shall be my Queen."
Halmu's took Niza into his arms in one rapid, startling movement. His conquering mouth closed over Niza's full painted lips and quickly silenced any more words from her. A euphoric, pulsating need blazed through Sodom's Sovereign as he tasted the sweet cherry wine of Niza's intoxicating kiss. No matter how much Halmu denied it, he knew that Niza's beguiling beauty and her passionate response fueled him into primal passion that overwhelmed him. He made a silent note in his mind to enjoy Niza and her sister often before their "premature deaths."
The lingering scent of vanilla mingled with the cherry blossom taste upon Niza's painted red lips. She returned Halmu's bruising kiss with simulated abandon. She prided herself at being an expert not only of poisons and elixirs, but also of various potions, including love potions. She felt Halmu bite into the tender flesh of her exposed should and cried out in pain. Niza found great comfort neither a human nor gargoyle male was immune to the effects of love. Her plan, incrementally crafted, fell into place like dominos on a playing board. [Once you have married my sister and killed her. Then, you shall marry me because I am also a daughter of the House of Kenan. I will look forward to the day when I can remove your ruler's scepter from you cold, dead fingers. Then, Utakku shall grace me with his dark immortality and I shall rule Sodom and Amor. My family's lands and honor will be restored to my mother, Tizir. You think you are so clever, but that smug pride of yours shall be your undoing and how I long for that day to occur.]
Two cerulean blue eyes watched the two humans as they kissed in the darkness. A low growl rumbled in the air.
"My Love, return now to your father's harem before you are missed." Halmu urged Niza. "Gargoyles patrol the city and we might be spotted at any moment. We shall soon to be together, I promise."
"I hate waiting." Niza's pout fell well upon those full, crimson-painted lips. She fluttered her sooty eyelashes and blinked away feigned tears.
"Patience, Niza. I shan't leave you." He pressed one more kiss to her brow and slipped into the shadows while a Gargoyle's moonlit silhouette soared over them. "But, now we must bide our time. Now go."
"As you wish, My Lord." There was a small dust devil near the city wall and a trailing vapor of crimson smoke. The bright blue eyes stared down again from their vantage point and saw nothing more than wind-driven sand.