Inspiration: "We can forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy is when grown men are afraid of the light," Plato, Greek philosopher (the Hylian philosopher will be Falbi), and The Allegory of the Cave.
Author's Note: Thanks CupcakePride101 and Shadow's Lament for the correction on the name lol.
Addendum: 3/18/2014
Word Count: 12,297
Chapter 4
Somewhere in the Crypts of Hyrule, Several Days Later: Bastion's POV
I was aware that something was plaguing the headmaster into actions of haste. There was no other explanation as to why I was being called for service so often recently. In the past, I could count the number of times on one hand when the headmasters would call for me. Now, it seemed as though I had an appointment every other week. I wasn't complaining however, I just found it out of the ordinary. When people suddenly changed habits, something was motivating them to do so. I needed to find out what was motivating the Protector. Perhaps this visit today would enlighten me.
I'm sure this is something of the utmost importance, I thought, why would he sign his letter to me with the insignia of an alert.
I continued down the corridor and stopped at the limestone covered iron door. There, I knocked the familiar, distinctive knock three times. However, instead of going over the formalities of the code per the usual practice, the door opened immediately on the other side. I was surprised at this, especially seeing it was the headmaster himself who answered it. I was sure the shock was written all over my face.
What in Hylia's dear name...? I wondered.
The Protector was wearing his usual disguise to mask his appearance: a long black robe, along with a mask, and a hood. However, his normally calm, even keeled manner was decidedly rushed as he yanked on my arm to pull me into the room. When the door closed behind us, I was immediately on guard with regard to his obtuse manner. This was highly out of the ordinary for the Protector, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I kept my immediate questions to myself, stood erect, and watched as the headmaster walked past me to the table where a lone piece of paper was lying. The candle that was illuminating the room from the far wall was flickering relentlessly due to the lack of air, making the room appear as an optical illusion for a moment, but the headmaster didn't seem to have an issue with that. He directed his attention solely on me. I was puzzled at his behavior, and that was when I saw the need to make my inquires known.
What is this about? I wondered. What has happened now?
I cleared my throat before I spoke.
"You called for me my lord?" I verbalized.
The headmaster nodded, picked up the paper on the table, and got right to the point.
"There's trouble brewing," he said bluntly, and for a brief moment his normally disguised voice was disclosed. I thought I recognized it, but found the recognition to be impossible. "I need for you to decipher this immediately."
Without waiting for my answer, he walked over to me and handed me the scrap paper. I looked at the paper, then to the man I answered to with growing perplexity.
What the hell is going on for him to act this way? I wondered. I've never seen him so rushed before.
"What is this?" I asked.
He tapped his fingers on the table.
"Read it," he answered almost simultaneously with my speaking.
I hesitated for a brief second, as I watched his hand, then opened the folded piece of paper. I narrowed my eyes confused.
It read:
"'Fovea seritutem estsolum emersit per illuminationem libertation',
and 'Funiculus triplex difficile nonestscissum est medium... sed cumfatum
est lieiatum in statera logicam erit askew'."
My puzzlement and confusion only grew. I looked over at the Protector with a raised brow.
"What does this mean?" I asked.
The headmaster took in a deep breath.
"That's what I need for you to find out," he replied with a slight nod, "and when you do, I need you to let your 'friend' in on this as well."
I raised a brow and shook my head slightly at hearing that.
"What friend?" I inquired. "You mean Master Link?"
The headmaster nodded.
"That's exactly who I mean," he replied.
I wasn't sure why that was necessary.
"But won't-" I tried.
"Just do it," he interrupted in a stern, calm fashion. "The longer you stand here idling about, the closer Vincent gets to his intended goal. There is no need for inquiries right now. Anything you're pondering, ponder on it later. You have work to do."
I was surprised at how alarmed he now sounded, but given his present state, I didn't question it. Instead, I closed my mouth, bowed, and took the assignment the way I had always done in the past.
"Yes sir," I replied, deciding to leave it at that.
The Protector nodded.
"That's all for now," he said, "you are dismissed."
With that, I bowed once more, then turned and headed out of the dark chamber. I closed the door tight behind me, but when I got out in the hall, I looked over my shoulder as if in a brief revelation. I looked down at the paper the Protector had given me and pursed my lips together thoughtfully.
That can't be who I think it is... can it?I thought cryptically.
I narrowed my eyes and didn't utter my suspicions aloud, but all of a sudden the misgivings behind the headmaster's actions were starting to make sense. The unorthodox manner of the Protector may have been his unexpected undoing. Suddenly, the mystery behind one of the headmasters wasn't such a mystery anymore.
Whatever is on this paper I better figure out, I thought, and figure out fast.
~SSS~
Two Days Later, Hyrule Castle: Link's POV
It was a typical day, like any other day with the counter insurgency team, and as much as I wanted to spend time with my comrades, I dismissed everyone early so I could get a head start on my dragon training. However, getting out of everyone's eye sight wasn't going to be so easy. Before I could leave, Bastion pulled me to the side saying he needed to speak with me about something when I had a free moment. I told him then I had a free moment, but he insisted that it be in secret without the others around. He had a strange look in his eyes, the same look he had when he divulged all those secrets to me about Morgana, so I was sure it was something serious. He told me to meet him on southern Hyrule Field when I got a chance. I explained to him I would as soon as I was done training with Zelvious. However, even before that, I wanted to request an audience with her majesty first.
It had been almost two weeks since I last saw Zelda, and I was starting to get concerned. She was purposely avoiding me again even though she promised me she would call for me soon, and I wasn't going to lie, it was starting to get under my skin. I didn't like the idea of her not wanting to see me. I understood she was being cautious, but now this was downright ridiculous. There was no need to keep me waiting and guessing for so long. She was either pleased with me or she wasn't. I just wish she would come out and say it. I was hoping to remedy that problem today. If I directly requested an audience with her, perhaps she wouldn't be so quick to turn me away. I could only hope. Currently, I was walking down the hall to the throne room to meet that objective, when I was suddenly approached by two of her majesty's guards. The two men had un-amused expressions on their faces, and I had a feeling they were going to tell me news I didn't want to hear.
Not again, I thought.
I withheld my immediate feeling of contempt. I looked between the two of them, already knowing how this was going to go.
"Yes?" I asked anyway.
They both stood erect.
"Her majesty made it clear to inform you that she can't take an audience with you today, or the rest of the week for that matter," the first one said. "She regrets to tell you that she is plagued with many duties related to the state, and that she will give you further notice when a convenient opportunity arises."
I took in a brief sigh.
A convenient opportunity? I thought cynically.
After he finished, I stared at the guard for a long moment. I shouldn't have been surprised, and subconsciously, I was expecting as much. However, I was getting annoyed with the run around, and it probably showed in my face. It didn't make sense that she was being this stubborn. I took in a deep sigh this time and shook my head in displeasure.
What can I do? I asked myself.
"Very well," I verbalized in reply, conceding to the queen's stubbornness, "I know you just stated she said a convenient opportunity, but did she say when that would possibly be? I would very much like to request an audience with her as soon as possible. I also have some news for her regarding the..." I paused a moment and glanced down the hall, "state."
The second guard shook his head.
"Unfortunately no lad," he replied, "her majesty stated she would give you further notice. She didn't give us any other information than that."
I looked away for a second, having to keep my irritations in check, then looked past the two men, down the hall to the closed door of the throne room once more where Zelda was hiding.
I'm going to have to take care of this, I thought, I don't know how yet, but one way or another I'm going to take care of this.
I bit my tongue and thanked the men for their explanations. I had to let it go for now.
"Another time then perhaps," I said with a forced smile.
Both the soldiers nodded.
"That would be better," the first one said.
I nodded myself, then looked down the hall one last time before turning and heading in the opposite direction. My concerns regarding her majesty were going to have to wait.
You can't avoid me forever Zelda, I thought slightly upset, you just can't.
I had a renewed determination in my step as I headed to the training grounds where General Zelvious was waiting for me. Renewed and more determined than ever. I would finish my dragon training, and afterwards I would see what had Bastion so preoccupied. Then, if I could manage it, I would call on the queen of Hyrule before the day was over.
Whatever Bastion needs to tell me, it had better be good, I thought, I'm circumventing seeing Zelda for him. It better be beyond good, it better be amazing.
I hurried down the hall faster, wanting to get my day over with so I could try and see my precious queen once more.
~SSS~
Several Hours Later, in The Royal Garden: Zelda's POV
I was glad to leave the courts behind for the afternoon. There always seemed to be someone who wanted something. For once, I wish some of the citizens would practice a little restraint and settle their own matters, especially matters that were mundane or ridiculously trivial. Take for instance this particular young lady named Agitha. This was the fourth audience she requested for in the span of a month. I hadn't seen her all four times, but I was well acquainted with what she wanted. There was no way I was going to entertain her foolhardy notions any longer. I already stated to her that she could have the funding for the golden bug aquarium she requested, but she was not going to use engineers from the castle to get the job done. She wanted the contract for the building, she needed to hire a crew, bring them in, get it approved, and make things happen herself. That was how the real world worked.
That girl is positively ridiculous, I couldn't help but think, what does she think a contract is for?
Anyway, it didn't matter, and that girl's irritations weren't going to bother me any longer, at least not this afternoon. I was now in my garden seeing what flowers I wanted decorated for my chambers, and for the banquet hall for dinner tonight. Lydia was with me, and she was holding the basket while I picked. There was a lovely bush of tulips down the path, and they seemed to be staring at me from a few feet away.
"What do you think of this one Lyddie?" I asked after picking one and holding it up.
She nodded and shrugged nonchalantly.
"I think it's lovely ma'am," she replied, "like all of the flowers here in the garden."
I looked back at my friend and grinned at her curt tone, knowing how much she hated such mundane activities as flower picking. She much preferred expending her energy in the company of others like pumpkin tilling, or a more isolated duty like washing the floors in my chambers. However, perhaps she was more irritated with the fact that she was here and not in Castle Town to hear the latest gossip. Either way, she was showing her apt displeasure in what was taking place now, and all it did was make me smile.
"I agree," I said, ignoring her facial expression, and placing the flower in the basket.
We continued down the row and Lydia sighed out of slight reproach. I giggled and turned to look at her again.
"Oh Lyddie, it isn't that bad," I said.
She begged to differ.
"Your majesty this is terrible," she whined, "I don't see how the lawn manicurists enjoy such work."
I laughed again.
"It's a wonderful distraction for the stuffy castle," I said.
Lydia raised a brow.
"A wonderful distraction for you maybe," she corrected, "I rather like the stuffiness."
I shook my head.
"Lyddie you're incorrigible, you know that?" I said.
She nodded in mild defiance.
"I do indeed ma'am," she said, which me laugh more.
I turned back around when some lavender caught my eye. I lifted the skirts of my gown and hurried over to them. They were settled in a corner to the left.
"Come Lyddie!" I said excited. "Look at these! Aren't they beautiful?"
She hardly shared my enthusiasm.
"Wonderful, your majesty," she said dryly.
I shot her a dirty look, then bent over to pick some of the flowers. While I was doing this, Lydia was staring at me with a nondescript expression. I was perplexed by it at first, but then after watching her mannerisms I knew she was planning to say something. I just didn't know what.
"Your majesty," she started.
It sounded like she was trying to condition the dialogue with her tone, which was odd.
I stood up when I had several flowers in tow, and fixed my hair.
"These are beautiful," I said of the bouquet, then turned my attention to my friend, "yes?"
She narrowed her eyes at me slightly just then.
That caught me off guard.
What's this? I wondered.
Lydia took a step forward.
"Can I have your permission to speak freely?" she asked.
Now it was my turn to give her a queer expression.
What was this all about?
"Permission to speak freely?" I repeated.
Lydia nodded, not taking her eyes away from my own.
My perplexity was growing.
What has gotten into her? I wondered.
I looked around to see if Gunter was in earshot. He was acting as my guard and escort that afternoon. He wasn't within speaking distance.
I turned back to my friend.
"Permission granted," I said.
Lydia took in a deep sigh.
"My lady, is the reason you're avoiding the castle because of Master Link?" she asked blatantly.
I felt my eyes widen slightly at her question and my throat tighten. I didn't want to say anything aloud, but that was exactly the reason I wanted to be out of the castle. The excess audiences, and the nagging of Agitha may been an annoyance, but Master Link was definitely the reason for my distance. He was asking to see me non-stop every other hour, every single day for the past couple weeks. It was becoming so bothersome that I had to put an end to it and tell him to stop trying to call on me. I would see him when I was ready, not when he was ready. I wasn't sure what to do or make of him since the whole accusations laid upon him from Lady Morgana. A part of me really wanted to believe him, but something was telling me he wasn't being completely truthful to me. I didn't like the idea of getting close to someone who would lie to me so readily.
I forced a smile.
"I don't know what you mean," I said.
Lydia shook her head.
"You know exactly what I mean," she accused boldly. "Ma'am, are you in love with him?" she asked point blank.
I felt my mouth drop.
I wasn't expecting her to be so frank.
"Lydia!" I said, not knowing what else to say. "How dare you ask such a question?"
She scoffed slightly.
"Your majesty there's a reason you're a queen and not an actress, you would be terrible at it!" she said with no qualms. "Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have feelings for the young master."
I was left speechless for a moment.
"Lydia-I-you-" I had to stop myself for a moment to collect my thoughts. "It's dreadful for you to think such a thing!"
She gave me an obvious stare and rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes your majesty, how dreadful of me," she said sarcastically. "It's completely out of the ordinary to ask whether or not a young woman is fond of a young man."
I saw her point, but I didn't want to entertain such questioning.
"Lydia-" I tried.
"Why is it so hard for you to be honest with yourself?" she interrupted, which was toting the line of respect.
I looked at her shocked.
"I-I-I am honest with myself!" I stammered, sounding like a fool. "What makes you think you have the right to speak to me this way?"
Lydia looked at me indignantly.
"The right as your friend!" she countered. "You can't have 'yes' people around you your whole life your majesty. You need people to tell you the truth, and I'm one of those people! If not, your perspective is going to get skewed."
I was beyond livid, mostly because I knew she was right.
"My perspective is completely fine thank you very much!" I replied. "I'm insulted by your words!"
Lydia took a step forward.
"Then why are you not willing to see Master Link?" she asked, not letting up. "Why are you shunning him? It's beginning to circulate around the court that you are displeased with him for some reason, and no one knows why. If you don't see him soon, the nobles will start making up reasons why."
I looked away from her.
That much at least is true, I thought.
I shook my head and tried to reason.
"The courts will always have their rumors Lyddie," I replied, "I could care less what they think."
She shook her head in frustration.
"Then why are you avoiding him?" she asked again. "It doesn't make sense. If there is no reason, you should take an audience with him."
I narrowed my eyes at her heated. I had had enough of her meddling, and I knew it was because she was pushing my buttons.
"It's none of your business!" I shot back. "And as such, your mouth has gotten you on my bad side! You are dismissed for the day."
Lydia looked at me incredulously, but then shook her head again. She stared at me for a moment, then dropped the basket in defiance. She gave me a mock bow.
"It seems to me you have a problem taking a little truth your majesty," she said boldly, "and fine, I'll be dismissed for the day. I'll just go and see my beloved Ivan. After all, I have a life outside the castle."
I was surprised at the subtle jab she took at my expense.
I swallowed hard.
"You do that," I replied, and didn't say anything else.
With that, Lydia bowed again, turned, then left. I watched after her as my frustration waned. I knew what she said to me was right, I was just too pig headed and stubborn to admit it. But... how dare she question me in such a way? I really felt as though she were attacking me. I had every reason not to see Link. Every reason. She didn't have to understand them, the point was they were there. I picked at a rosebush too vigorously and paid for my stubbornness by piercing my flesh.
"Ah!" I moaned quietly, then went to nurse the minor wound.
I paused at my flower picking and stared at my pricked flesh, thinking of my mule-like tendencies.
The Nohanseen trait... I pondered.
"I wish things were that simple," I muttered to myself.
Seeing that I was going to have to finish the flower task on my own, I picked up my basket, and continued through my garden. Suddenly, with all the added talk, it wasn't as much fun as it once was, and I looked back over my shoulder to where my friend disappeared off to in slight envy. I wish I had an Ivan the way Lydia had. I bit my lower lip at the thought of that being Link. I wanted Link to be my Ivan more than anything in the world. To have his love and to love him back would be more than I could ever ask for. However, I wasn't so sure if that was even possible now. I may have ruined that idea.
I picked another rose and sighed.
You don't understand Lydia, I thought, people aren't always what they seem, not even a man as wonderful as Master Link.
~SSS~
Meanwhile on Hyrule Field: Link's POV
I would have met up with Bastion sooner than now, however, I had a couple of distractions. First, Zelvious was not going to allow me to end my session early for dragon training. I tried explaining to him I had other business to attend to, but he wasn't hearing any of that. He reiterated to me that first and foremost priority was dragon riding. He said I was either committed to mastering it, or I was going to end up at the bottom of Kakariko Gorge. Second, on my way to Hyrule Field, I stopped to help a stranded elderly lady fix her wagon on the side of the road. She had no one to assist her, and she was trying to do it on her own. There was no way I could leave someone so fragile in such a terrible lurch.
I was delayed by several more hours than I intended due to both ventures, so I wasn't too hopeful when I mounted Epona to meet Bastion. However, much to my surprise, the young soldier was waiting for me patiently the way he said he would. Like I stated before, whatever he had to tell me must have been of the utmost importance. Why else would he wait out here all day? I galloped faster when I saw he was stationed by a large oak tree near the road leading to Faron Woods. The expression on his face wasn't clearly readable from the distance, but I could tell he looked determined.
Something's definitely up, I thought.
I reigned Epona in and she neighed loudly in response, her whine signaled Bastion to turn around and greet me. He had his characteristic grin on his face, and he looked like he was ready for trouble.
"It's about time you got here," he joked, settling his horse down.
I slowed Epona down to an eventual stop, and patted her head.
"I'm actually surprised you're still here," I said honestly. "I thought you would be gone by now. Whatever it is, it better be good."
Bastion's grin widened, and the mischief in his eyes didn't dispel.
"When isn't it good?" he said, then dismounted.
I assumed trouble when he said things like that, because for him that was the only thing that seemed 'good'. I followed suit and dismounted, deciding to ignore the question. It only made me think of a certain night in a certain district. I walked to where he was by the large tree and propped down next to him. The wind was pretty still for that afternoon, which was surprising considering it was nearing dusk. The evenings on Hyrule Field were known for its gusty glades, but not that afternoon. No, that afternoon the wind decided to be quiet. The sun was beginning to set over the mountains, and the colors behind it seemed to bleed into the sky, distorting the hues to dark blue, orange, and magenta. It was a magnificent sight, and there was nothing like a sunset at the eve of dusk over Hyrule Field. I took in a deep sigh, briefly contemplating the majesty of Hylia's creations, then looked over at my friend to see what all this secrecy was about.
"You can start at any time," I stated, breaking the silence.
Bastion was staring out at the sunset himself now, then without looking at me, reached into his satchel and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It looked like it had been ripped from a scroll or codex. Without telling me what it was, he placed it in my palm.
"Here," he said, handing it to me, "read that."
I looked from him to the paper puzzled for a moment, then took it, and did as he instructed. My perplexity never went away when I read the contents out loud:
"'The pit of slavery is only emerged by the illumination of freedom,'" I translated with relative ease, then went on to the second writing. "'A threefold chord cannot be quickly torn in two... but when fate is threaded in the balance, the knowledge will askew.'" I looked up from the paper over at Bastion slightly bewildered. "What is this?" I asked.
Bastion still stared at the horizon and rested his arms behind his head in a casual manner.
"Riddles," he said dryly, as if the revelation irritated him.
I raised a brow.
"Riddles?" I repeated.
He nodded.
"That's right, riddles," he said again.
I still wasn't understanding the significance. I then looked back to the paper.
"What does this have to do with anything?" I asked.
Bastion slowly shook his head against the bark.
"That's a good question, one I'm trying to figure out myself," he explained. "Those words aren't just any obscurities either, they mean something."
I read the contents again, hoping something would click the second time.
Nothing did.
"Where did you find this?" I asked, detracting slightly.
Bastion looked away from the sunset to the grass for a moment. He hesitated for a few seconds.
"A little birdie told me," he said cryptically.
I groaned in mild aggravation, I wasn't having any of that today. Things needed to be presented clearly, I didn't have time for the runaround. If he was going to be honest, he needed to be honest completely.
"Which bird?" I asked upfront. "Ashei, or your headmaster from the brotherhood?"
For some reason, Bastion chuckled at my questions. It must have been my no nonsense inflection.
"The latter," he answered anyway.
I raised a brow again.
"Why would he give you something like this?" I asked.
Bastion shook his head.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he replied, "I'm just as clueless as you are in that department, but he simply handed that to me and told me to make sure I let you in on this."
That was a surprise I wasn't expecting.
"Why?" I asked.
Bastion released his arms from behind his head, then reached into his bag and pulled out something else. This time it was a large book, it was actually the same book I had been reading from her majesty's library, The Secret Mysteries of All the Ages. It was odd to me that he had a copy.
How many of these texts are in circulation? I wondered. I thought it was supposed to be a rare book.
I let my inquiries go to the wayside for a moment.
"I think he thinks it has something to do with the purges," he answered. "Both those riddles came from in here."
He definitely had my attention now.
"What?" I replied.
He opened the texts and flipped through several hundred pages, until he found what he was looking for. He then pointed to the middle of the page and showed me the reference.
"They're both right there," he divulged.
My eyes widened slightly in mild disbelief. I took the book from him and read the paragraph quickly for my own clarification, he was right. I had seen something like this myself a few nights ago, but didn't pay it much mind. I thought it was just something in passing. It seemed there was a lot more to this book than what met the eye. I looked over at my friend with growing intrigue.
"Sweet Hylia," I whispered, "I'll be damned."
Bastion grinned.
"I'll be damned indeed," he replied, "I felt the same way initially, but I do have some good news, I made a little headway."
That was a relief.
I wasted no time.
"What have you found out?" I asked.
Bastion glanced back at the book.
"Well, first of all, I know why there are only two riddles instead of four," he explained. "If you read a little underneath the two codes, it talks about getting to the 'root of the matter'. I've concluded that the four purges induced by you have something to do with the 'heavens rejoicing' as pointed out right here. That's evidenced by whatever latent energy stayed encapsulated up in the sky." He pointed to another paragraph. "Every time you came in contact with those creatures, something strange and incredible happened. The root of the matter relayed back to the four instances. However, if you root four, that gives you only two, thus two riddles."
I raised a brow and nodded, seeing the simple logic.
"It makes sense," I replied, then asked, "then what about this?" I was referring the the above passage. "Who's being called? How does that relate to these?"
Bastion shook his head.
"You've got me there," he replied, "I have no idea, but I think deciphering these riddles will definitely help. I've already started researching a few things for the first one. With the first riddle, there are strong evidences that the entire premise is based off philosophical jargon."
I narrowed my eyes a little.
"How so?" I asked.
Bastion nodded and referred back to the book.
"Based off what I read in here," he replied, flipping more towards the front of the book where there was an acknowledgement preface. "Read that."
I took the book from him again to see what he was inferring.
It read:
"Like the great thinkers of old, it is my wish
and responsibility to pen this text with the
intention of making things that are secret, open,
and making things that are open, a secret again.
I have resigned to this conclusion, because I feel
the world is becoming lost in a sea of ignorance.
Ignorance is a shackle to slavery, or as more
eloquently put: 'We can easily forgive a child who is
afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when
men are afraid of life and light' ~Falbi."
"Hmph," I grunted, "words to live by."
Bastion nodded in agreement.
"Indeed," he replied.
However, as I looked at the text further, I then got caught up in something a little trivial.
Wait a minute... I thought slightly confused all of a sudden.
"Does this say Falbi?" I asked. "As in the business owner in Lake Hylia?"
Bastion groaned at my ignorance and shook his head.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked dryly.
I was genuine in my inquiry.
"I'm serious," I said, "there's a man who lives in Lake Hylia with the very same name."
Bastion still wasn't forgiving.
He paused for a moment.
"Link," he said, "this book is nearly five hundred years old."
I shrugged with no consequence, knowing I sounded like an idiot, but I was no scholar.
"It is what it is my friend," I replied.
The young soldier took in an annoyed breath.
"This book is not authored by the Falbi who does the Flight by Fowl you fool," he corrected and clarified. "This Falbi is the ancient Hylian philosopher. He was an orator and a politician. It's more than likely the owner of the Flight by Fowl was named after him."
I raised both brows and shrugged again. I felt a little silly for not seeing it that way in the first place, but correction was correction.
"Oh," was all I replied.
Bastion continued on and shook his head.
"Anyway, because the writer was heavily influenced by Falbi," he went on, "I believe 'the pit of slavery' in the first part of the riddle may mean ignorance. This 'ignorance' may be relative to whatever the writer deems fit."
I looked at the book again.
"But relative to what?" I asked. "Falbi was best known by many Hylians for his Allegory of the Cave where he discussed that matter."
Bastion looked over at me just then and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Allegory of the Cave..." he repeated, "that is true."
I looked at the paper lodged in my hands once more.
The pit of slavery is emerged only by the illumination of freedom, I pondered, trying to conjure up something.
"In Falbi's allegory he talked about individuals being chained to wall in darkness," I said aloud for no particular reason at all. "Ultimately, when those people were freed they either rejected the illumination of freedom or embraced it, now knowing what they saw were illusions. However, in this case, what if this writer isn't speaking in symbolism only? What if he's talking about a real location?"
Bastion didn't seem to be following me.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
I pointed to the riddle again.
"Well, he said he wanted to make things secret that were open and things that were open a secret," I went on. "The Allegory of the Cave is known for its symbolism. However, if you look at how the writer of this book refers to the words 'the pit' and 'emerged'," I reasoned, "there's a strong indicator that the text could mean that he was talking about a literal place. 'Freedom' from such a place is another word that constitutes bondage."
Bastion nodded.
"True, I can see what you're saying now," he replied, but then narrowed his eyes at the setting sun, "but where in the world is there a pit in Hyrule?"
I raised my brows and shook my head.
"Take your pick," I said sarcastically, thinking about the hundreds of secret passageways in Hyrule.
Even still, that was a good question, and one needed for due pondering. Where was this 'pit', so to speak, in Hyrule? That could have been anywhere of any number of places given the language. However, there were some context clues in the author's summation suggesting specification. He did speak of this 'pit' as a place where one would achieve illumination by ascending it. Even still, in all the places I have seen, I've only 'descended' to reach the greatest treasures therein. Therefore, that was the problem, I had to immediately rule out the secret caverns I traversed. Many of them were caves more than pits, and when I came to where there was no more junctions, I had already rallied all their secrets. Nothing was a great illumination in those dank places. It was then I considered a temple to be what the author was surmising. It seemed like the logical progression, but then I quickly negated the idea. Through all the temples I went through, nothing supported this idea of 'enlightenment' so heavily influenced in the riddle. So, that couldn't be the answer either.
What in the world is it? I wondered.
It was only when I stared out onto Hyrule Field, and took note of a small hole in the ground, and really looked at it for what it was that an 'ah ha' moment hit me.
Wait a minute, I thought, concentrating a little more.
"Isn't slavery considered an ordeal?" I whispered more to myself than to Bastion.
My friend looked over at me perplexed.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, not hearing me.
I ignored him for a moment and continued looking at the hole in the ground.
Well, I'll be damned, I thought, there's something buried down there... somewhere.
It was only then I knew exactly where a philosophical and logical 'pit' was in Hyrule.
"The Cave of Ordeals," I said with a grin.
Bastion's puzzlement never went away.
"What?" he asked, wishing I'd be more clear.
I sat up to improve my posture. I was excited that I had a possible answer to an ancient obscurity.
"The Cave of Ordeals," I repeated with more conviction.
Bastion raised a brow.
"You care to explain what you mean?" he asked.
I grabbed my chin and shook my head for no particular reason.
"The author is talking about an ancient pit called the Cave of Ordeals," I explained. "The language of 'illumination' and 'slavery' must mean that. It's fifty floors of some of the most dangerous terrain in Hyrule." I turned to my friend and my grin grew. "I'm surprised you don't know about that place."
Bastion narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You've been there before?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I sure have," I said, "twice, but I was never looking for anything other than trying to get out of there alive. It's designed to be a deathtrap."
Bastion grunted, then smiled.
"Now I know why the headmaster wanted me to tell you," he said. "You may have your idiot moments, but you certainly are clever when you want to be."
I wasn't sure what to make of the comment, so I just took it for what it was.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
Bastion then had that old familiar devious look in his eyes and rubbed his hands together.
"Anyway, maybe it's time we ventured off there once more," he replied, "whatever the riddle is purporting to is buried somewhere there." He glanced over at me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe it's the mirror."
I didn't look at my friend when he alluded to that. I wasn't trying to get my hopes up. The intrigue on this situation was building, but there was something holding me back. Something about all this seemed to be more of a warning than anything.
Why would Vincent and Morgana be looking for the mirror? I couldn't help but wonder. That doesn't make sense to me. What could they want in the Twilight Realm?
"Maybe," was all I said in reply, "but then again, it could be something else."
Bastion chuckled for some reason and shook head.
"You've got to stop being such a cynic," he said, "have a little more optimism than that. What happened to your sense of adventure?"
I understood where he was coming from, but I needed to air on the side of caution.
"It's still there," I said, "but it would be foolish for the both of us to think that gallivanting to the cave won't bring undo attention to us."
Bastion fanned off my concern.
"Two men looking for something would hardly bring the attention of her majesty's army," he stated, "I don't think you give you or I enough credit for being who we are."
I grinned and rolled my eyes at his words.
"You keep insisting that it's something when you aren't sure," I said. "It's best not to be so presumptuous."
Bastion studied my face for a moment.
"It is indeed, but..." he leaned in a little and lowered his voice, "don't you want to see your sweet Midna once again?" he asked.
I sighed and didn't look at him again when he asked me that. I was not sure how to answer to be quite honest.
"Of course I do," I verbalized finally, "but this could be a means to a different end. This hunt may not be the mirror."
He didn't let up.
"But what if it isn't?" he insisted. "What if this is exactly what you're looking for?"
I was growing tired of these assumptions. All it did was lead to false expectations.
"What if it isn't?" I countered. "I didn't think you were the type of man to put all your eggs in one basket."
Bastion shook his head.
"I'm telling you," he insisted, "this is it! This is what-"
I wasn't going to do this anymore. It wasn't conducive to anything, but sensationalism, and I didn't live in a world like that.
"Enough of this Bastion," I interrupted, "all this is going to lead to is disappointed hopes."
There was a tense silence between us after that. It casted over the air for a few seconds, before it dissipated and moved away. Even if just for a moment, Bastion narrowed his eyes and seemed genuinely upset that I was sharing his enthusiasm.
"Very well," he stated, and got up, "you have a right to think what you wish."
I sighed, not wanting him to depart this way, but knew there was little I could do to stop him.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
He didn't answer, then went over to his horse and mounted. It was clear he didn't see things my way, and as such I think I made him angry. I looked down at the paper where the two riddles were written, then back over to my friend. It seemed the other riddle was going to have to wait. Still, I inquired about it anyway.
"What about the second riddle my friend?" I called to him.
Bastion grinned the way he always did, but then shook his head no.
"Another time perhaps," was all he replied, before turning around and riding off.
I watched after him and sighed, thinking it was time to retire myself. I had a long ride back to Ordon Village, and day light was fast escaping me. However, then another thought suddenly came to me. I paused for a moment and looked to the towers of Hyrule Castle in the distance. I watched as the beacons were lit to signify that evening was nigh. I was patting Epona's snout when abruptly I was caught up in indecision. I stared at the tower adjacent to her majesty's bedroom balcony, and pondered over how much I wanted to see her. There was always the chance I could wait and try to call on her in the morning, but then again, there was always the chance she would use some excuse and decide not to see me. If I managed it right tonight, I could confront her and be done with this nonsense once and for all. The thought was resonating and taking precedence when the dusk began rapidly approaching. Without thinking about it a second longer, I made a minute decision, and mounted Epona. I turned her quickly and galloped as fast as I could back to Castle Town.
Maybe there's still time, I thought, and rode faster.
I just hoped I wasn't going to be too late.
~SSS~
Later that Night, the Queen's Chambers
I dismounted Epona and left her near the southern Hyrule Field entrance. From there, I walked through the alleys to north Castle Town and took the secret passageway Zelda showed to me one afternoon during our studies. I walked through the stone corridor until I arrived at my destination. To say I was taking a gamble was an understatement. I could have been jailed for the actions I was taking. However, I saw no other alternatives, Zelda was not leaving me any other choice. I waited quietly behind the wall and listened to see if she were there. It had been nearly two weeks since Morgana's debacle in court, and I didn't want those actions to be her last thoughts of me. She and I needed to talk, and I was slightly annoyed with the fact that she was trying to avoid that. I wasn't going to leave until we had a frank discussion of what was going on between us.
This is getting cumbersome, I thought.
I figured Zelda had a stubborn streak, I just didn't know it was this stubborn. I leaned in a little against the wall and listened as the doors to her chamber suddenly opened then closed. She had finally arrived, and I was glad to hear that she was alone. I didn't hear her servant Lydia with her anywhere from the other side. I heard faint steps, and the relieving of skirts, it was then I figured she was probably changing. I made sure not to enter then, I didn't want her to freak out, and think I was a sick voyeur. Even though, I wasn't going to lie, I would have enjoyed watching her get undressed. After all, I was just a man.
Keep your thoughts appropriate Link, I told myself.
I waited a few minutes more until I was certain she was done. I heard more footsteps, and I was sure she was scurrying off to her anteroom for something. I hoped it was that lavender oil she bathed herself in. Zelda smelled so heavenly after washing herself in that lavender oil. When I assumed the coast was clear I opened the passage through the wall, and slipped behind one of the heavy curtains that draped the canopy of her magnificent bed. By all intensive purposes, her large room, seemed too large for one person. However, I did admire how it was decorated with the leaders of the past. I remember when I first set foot in this room and being in awe of all the kings and queens of old: Hylia the Great and the Hero of Sky, Daphnes I, the Hero of Time and The Sage of Time, and finally Daphnes II and Quistis of Balaam.
They were all these beautiful, but insanely complicated people. If several citizens were asked about the royal family of Hyrule, the answers would be several different, conflicting things. I wasn't ignorant to what people thought of the royal family, and some of it may have been warranted. However, after getting as close to Zelda as I had over the past months, I knew most of what was said about her was untrue. She wasn't a standoffish, ice queen, who resided as a hermit because she was afraid of peasants. Quite the contrary, she was the complete opposite of that assumption. The rest of the family, I wasn't so sure, but for the most part, I found that people tended to exaggerate their opinions to fit their own personal prejudices anyway. I wasn't going to let the greater norm affect me.
I came from behind the curtain when I saw that the living area was clear, and that Zelda was still in the anteroom. It was then I heard light humming and a splash of water, realizing she was bathing.
Oh crap, I thought.
I froze, unsure if I should just turn and leave, or hide behind the curtain again until she was done. When I heard the splash again, then the padding of wet feet, I quickly decided on the latter, and hurried behind the curtain once more. My heart was pounding like crazy, and I peeked out as Zelda entered her main room a few moments later fully dressed in a long, white, incredibly boring looking nightgown. I knew I was probably being a little too judgmental regarding her attire, but I couldn't help but think how sexy she would look in a silk black negligee. She certainly had the body for it.
Zelda sat down at her dresser, and began brushing her perfect undone hair. It was then I decided to come from behind the curtain while her attention was diverted. She was still tending to her hair and had her eyes averted to her hands, when I walked stealthily to the center of the room in my hooded ensemble. However, when she heard my quiet footsteps, she immediately looked up at her mirror and her eyes widened in fear and surprise.
"What in dear Hylia's name?" she whispered, then turned around to look at me. "Elbourne!" she whispered shocked.
I was a little surprised that that was the first name that came out of her mouth, but given my hooded state I understood the the confusion. However, it was when I unhooded myself that her surprise and unease only heightened.
"No your majesty," I replied, taking a step forward, "it's not Prince Elbourne."
Zelda then stood up from her dresser and looked at me stunned. She nearly dropped her brush.
"Master Link!" she said equally surprised, then added slightly upset. "You gave me a terrible fright!"
I took another step forward.
"I'm sorry," I apologized immediately, "that wasn't my intention. I heard you bathing and I-" I stopped myself when I realized how I sounded.
Zelda's cheeks were blushing uncontrollably.
"You heard me what?" she demanded.
This time I didn't answer.
She gave me a quick once over.
"Were you... were you watching me?" she demanded.
I shook my head.
"No!" I said immediately. "I would never disrespect you like that. I was going to say, when I heard you bathing I stopped myself from entering."
There was a brief pause between us after that, where she gave me another brief once over as her breathing lessened.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded finally. "If I had screamed that would have been the end of you! The guards would have come in and had you arrested!"
I was aware of that, and I wasn't sure how to reply. So, the best thing to do in a situation like this was just to say what needed to be said. I had to be honest.
"I wanted to see you," I said simply with a nonchalant shrug.
Zelda's eyes widened slightly at hearing that. She seemed upset that I circumvented her protocol.
"You could have requested an audience with me," she said with a hint of anger I completely understood.
I stared at her for just a moment.
No I couldn't, I thought, thinking about how many times I tried calling on her.
"I've done that," I replied, "you wouldn't let me come see you. I had no choice but to do this."
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"You had no choice?" she repeated. "Who do you think you are? You've become ridiculously presumptuous, haven't you?"
I pursed my lips together, knowing where all this frustration from her was coming from. However, before I could answer further, there was a pounding on her door. She and I both looked at it in alarm.
Oh no, I thought.
"Your majesty are you alright?" the guard asked from the other side.
We both froze at hearing that. Zelda hesitated for a moment in answering, but then motioned for me to hide in the anteroom while she went the door. I nodded and did as she gestured. I hurried to the backroom and waited for her there. Afterwards, Zelda composed herself, took in a deep breath, then went to answer the door. She was taking a huge risk herself by hiding me this way. If she were found out, all this would do was tarnish her reputation and solidify those rumors. I was sure she knew that, but even still she opened her chamber door partially, and the guard on the other side had a look of concern on his face. She greeted him without any suspicions. Zelda raised a brow and acted as if nothing were wrong.
"Yes my good sir?" she asked.
The guard seemed confused by her nonchalance, knowing he heard her sound in distress only a moment ago, but answered her inquiry anyway.
"Good evening my lady," he greeted concerned, "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You sounded like you saw a poe."
Zelda quickly dismissed the guard's worries with a smile.
"I'm terribly sorry to have done that," she said. "You see, I was looking through my closet for something, and alarmed myself when a box fell. As it stands, I've cleaned everything up and put everything away. There are no poes here."
She forced another smile.
The guard stared at the queen, not convinced. He paused for a moment, then nodded mechanically at her words.
"A box fell in your closet?" he inquired in minor disbelief.
The semi smile faded a little on her face, and Zelda raised a brow at him questioning her.
"Yes," she said.
The guard took in a deep breath and shook his head.
"My lady are you sure?" he asked.
Zelda narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Do you dare to question your queen?" she asked indignantly. "Why is that so hard to believe?"
The guard didn't want to seem presumptuous, but her story was far from believable.
"With all due respect ma'am," he started, "I take you at your word, but you called out like you were scared. Even though it was quiet, I could hear it from the hall."
Zelda cleared her throat and stood erect just then.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken," she said with a hint of finality, "it is as I said before, a box fell in my closet."
With that, the guard hesitated again, but he got the point to be quiet. It was obviously none of his business whatever she was doing. He stared at her for a moment, but didn't take the questioning any further.
"As you say my lady," he replied finally, then asked, "did you need anything at this moment?"
Zelda shook her head no to that.
"I'm fine for now," she replied, "thank you for your concern."
The guard nodded again and bowed.
"It's my duty your majesty," he replied, "thank you for your time, sorry to bother you, goodnight."
Zelda nodded back.
"You aren't a bother, thank you for your loyalty, goodnight," she said, then closed the door and locked it with several different keys. "That was close," she whispered to herself.
Afterwards, she hurried back to where I was in the anteroom. When she didn't see me, she called out quietly.
"It's alright now," she said in a low voice, "he's gone."
I was hiding behind another curtain in the back near the bathing tub. I glanced from behind it to where her front door was, and took in a sigh of relief. I was grateful a potential disaster had been averted. I came out from hiding and appeared more composed.
"Thank you for that," I said sincerely, "I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble," I apologized again, "I didn't think before acting."
Zelda took in a deep sigh and shook her head. She looked away from me just then.
"That seems to be your biggest folly these days Master Link," she said honestly. "You don't seem to be thinking clearly. You'd do well to reevaluate your behavior my good man."
I didn't reply to that right away, because I sensed she was saying a lot more. I took a step forward wanting to explain myself, but then stopped when she took a step back. Were we really going to go tit for tat like this? I stared at her for just a moment and realized I was going to have to be a lot bolder than I initially thought.
Come on Zelda, I thought.
There was a brief tense silence between us, and it was time I addressed the giant lizalfos in the room.
"I know you're angry with me, and I want to apologize to you for that," I said, getting straight to the point, "however, I am going to be honest with you. It isn't what you think Zelda. This nonsense with Morgana is just that, nonsense."
Zelda didn't have very much to say on that.
"Your life is your own Link," she said simply, "I can't prevent you from doing anything you don't want to do."
I stared at her long and hard when she put it that way. I even sensed the concession in her voice. I didn't want that. I didn't want her conceding to doubt and surrender. She was bigger than that. She and I both were bigger than that.
I took another step forward.
"I didn't come here to play any silly games with you," I divulged honestly. "I'm letting you know right now that I have intentions of comforting you tonight. I'm going to come towards you, hold you, and speak to you the way a man who cares about a woman should. If you take issue with that, then I'm going to apologize before hand."
Zelda looked at me surprised, then took another step back. She probably wasn't expecting me to be so forthcoming. Her breath quickened again.
"Master Link-" she tried.
And that.
I was so sick and tired of that.
"It's Link," I interrupted, through with all this nonsense, "Link, Zelda."
She stiffened immediately at my dismissal of her authoritative voice, and took another step back.
"I warn you, if you proceed to be presumptuous-" she tried again.
She should have known better saying something like this to me.
"I'm already presumptuous," I interrupted again, shaking my head, "that's who I am Zelda."
With that, I walked up to her like I said I would, and took her in a tight hug. Zelda didn't hug my back out of stubbornness, but I didn't care, I knew how she really felt. I took a deep breath against her hair and held her tighter.
"Find it in your heart to forgive me Zelda," I whispered in her ear.
She didn't reply, but I felt her tremble slightly.
I stroked her hair.
"I've missed you so much," I continued on, "two weeks without seeing you is too long."
She stiffened more at hearing that, but my words were finally resonating with her.
"I-I missed you too," she replied finally.
I pulled away so I could look at her. She seemed very uncomfortable with how forward I was being with her. That was unfortunate, because it wasn't going to be dispelled any time soon. I had no intention of stopping, and I was going to take this as far as she would let me. In fact, I cupped her perfect face between my hands and stared into her eyes soon after. She was beyond astonished at my forwardness.
"What has gotten into you?" she couldn't help but ask.
My eyes searched her perfect visage.
"Why are you avoiding me?" I asked point blank, ignoring her question. "And don't give me any nonsense saying you aren't, you know you are."
There was no way she could look away.
"I... I really don't know," she said honestly.
I could tell from the subtle breaking in her voice that she was telling the truth. I caressed her cheek and made a resolve in my head just then. I wasn't about to lose what I had with this woman over a few stupid moments in bed with someone else.
I can't ever let her find out the truth about Morgana and I, I told myself, losing her isn't worth it.
I stared her straight in the eyes.
"Nothing happened Zelda," I reassured my lie in the most convincing way possible, "nothing."
She was forced to stare back, having to face me straight on. Something she was unwilling to do most of the time. She looked down and avoided my eyes when it became too much for her.
"Link-" she tried, possibly to rationalize her stance.
"Nothing Zelda," I interrupted firmly.
Her lovely eyes looked into mine once more and searched my face. She was silent for a very long time after that. She was still trying to convince herself that I was telling the truth. I couldn't blame her, but in this instance, I wanted her to believe me more than anything. I wanted this to be the only lie I would ever have to tell her. I knew I was a hypocrite, but I had to look at the big picture.
"I-I believe you," she whispered finally.
I took in a deep sigh, and hugged her tight after hearing that. Zelda finally hugged me back and sighed as well.
"You don't know what that means coming from you," I said to her honestly, "you have no idea how much I... how much I need you Zelda."
She stiffened again, and this time didn't reply. I pulled back and looked at her again. She seemed scared that I said something like that to her. I didn't want her to be afraid, I wanted her to see my feelings for what they were.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Zelda shook her head, obviously not telling the truth.
"Nothing," she replied.
I saw the doubt in her face.
"You're not being honest," I replied.
The irony in my words.
She swallowed hard and bit her lower lip.
"I suppose you're right," she said, not having much of a rebuttal.
I cradled her face again and stared her straight in her eyes.
"You need to believe that," I said.
She nodded, but didn't say anything.
"I'm serious," I said.
She nodded again.
"I do," she replied this time, "it's just been a long time since someone has needed me."
I smiled at her in relief and took her in another tight hug. When I let her go, Zelda had a little bit of a smile of her own. I was glad to see that, she didn't seem like the type to hold a grudge. I smiled back, but felt it fade slowly when I caressed her cheek again and stared into her beautiful eyes. She looked at me puzzled and the smile on her face faded as well.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I never replied.
Instead, I just leaned forward and kissed her before she said anything in protest. She was surprised and tried to step away from it, but I wouldn't let her. I held her firmly around the waist, and forced her to deal with this situation head on. The next few moments were clouded with confusion for her, and when I pulled away, she was glowing red. There was a brief silence between us.
She reached up and covered her mouth as if she were embarrassed.
"What-what was that for?" she stammered quietly.
I shook my head, not really having an answer.
"Nothing really," I replied, "I've just been wanting to kiss you for quite a while now."
She blushed again at my frank talk.
"Oh..." she said, and that pretty smile of hers returned back to her face, "well, that's very thoughtful of you."
I laughed slightly at her saying that and pressed my forehead against hers.
"Ah Zelda, Zelda, Zelda," I repeated in rapid succession, "you have no idea how wonderful you are."
This time she chuckled, and looked at me warmly. I was glad her friendly manner returned.
"Even though you are presumptuous my good man," she started, "I am glad you came to visit me. My mind has been racked with worry for you."
I nodded, already knowing that.
"I understand," I replied, "and with the added pressure of the Dragon Gala, your stress level must be through the roof."
Zelda gave me an offhanded look.
"It isn't that bad," she replied, "but yes, it is weighing on my mind."
I laughed again.
"I guess maybe I did exaggerate that," I said, "even still, you need an outlet. That was one of the reasons why I was so worried you wouldn't let me see you. We used to talk about stuff like this all the time."
Zelda sighed, trying to see it my way.
"I suppose," was all she said.
I shook my head.
"There is no suppose about it," I said, "you know I'm right."
Zelda didn't reply. Instead, she bit her lower lip and looked to my tunic to avoid my eyes. I looked at her seriously again, then wanting her to know I wasn't cross with her, I leaned forward and kissed her once more. Again, at first she was a little hesitant, but after a few moments went by, her warm, sweet, wet mouth seemed to be welcoming it. Now she was kissing me back and holding me close, and when I pulled away, she was smiling up at me once more. It was a welcome sight. I loved her smile.
She reached up and caressed my cheek.
"You're incorrigible, you know that?" she whispered.
I grinned, fully aware of it.
"You can put that on a banner and wave it during the gala," I joked.
She laughed, liking the idea.
"I should," she said, "but then that might start more rumors."
I nodded, seeing her point.
"That is true," I said, "but at this point who cares."
She shook her head, then changed the subject.
"Speaking of the gala," she said, releasing herself from my hold for a moment, "I have something for you."
I looked at her surprised.
"Oh really?" I inquired.
She nodded and a great big smile came across her face.
"Wait right here," she said, then ran off to her closet.
I stayed put, in minor anticipation to what had her so excited.
What's this all about? I wondered.
When she returned, she was carrying a box with a big red bow. I looked from it to her with raised brows.
"What's this?" I asked.
She bit her lower lip and her smile widened.
"Open it and find out," she replied.
I grinned at her, then took the box and headed for the main room where the table was. I set the box down while Zelda stationed herself on the other side of the table with that grin still plastered across her lovely face. I finally lifted the lid as the anticipation was becoming intense. My eyes widened in shock when I saw what she had in store for me. I picked up the bright red tunic and held it up in awe.
"Wow," was all I could say.
She was pleased.
"You like it?" she said happily. "It belonged to my grandfather, the Hero of Time. Legend states that he ventured into Death Mountain and defeated an ancient evil because of it. I want you to have it for your flight through the gala. I planned on giving it to you when I saw you next, but since that was sooner rather than later, now is as good a time as any."
I was still in awe.
The fire tunic that belonged to the great hero of the past, I thought in minor disbelief.
I shook my head.
"I can't believe it," I said, then looked over at her, "thank you so much."
Zelda blushed and looked to the ground.
"I'm glad you appreciate it," she said, "I couldn't give it to any other man less worthy."
When she put it like that, it made everything very sobering for me. I suddenly wished I was everything she thought I was, and in a way, I felt I let her down. I wish I were this altruistic man who had been forthcoming and honest with her. I wish I hadn't slept with Morgana in a moment of weakness. I wish I had been better, because she brought out the best in me. She deserved it. She deserved a perfect man, because she was so perfect herself. I cupped the tunic in my palm and turned my attention back to her.
I'm not going to let you down Zelda, I thought.
The feeling of gratitude was so overwhelming, that I put the tunic down and walked over to her, looking very serious in that moment, wanting and wishing to be everything she wanted me to be. Her smiled faded as she stared up at me, and she knew why I was looking at her that way. However, instead of saying anything, I just took her in my arms and kissed her again. This time I kissed her like I meant it: the feeling was there, my mouth was open to hers, the breathing was intense, and I was holding her tight. I didn't want to let her go, and when I pulled away, that serious look never left my face.
I caressed her cheek.
"Thank you for believing in me," I whispered, "I'm going to win that race for you... for us."
She looked at me shocked just then, and I hoped she understood what I meant by that.
"For us?" she repeated and I nodded.
"For us," I said once more.
Zelda grinned at hearing that and she blushed.
"That... that sounds wonderful," she replied.
I caressed her cheek again.
"Root for me loud from the stands," I said.
I was expecting a laugh, or some light humor, but instead a strange, and almost sad expression came across her face.
What's this? I thought.
"Zelda?" I asked, inquiring of it.
She shook her head and forced a smile.
"It's nothing," she said, not bothering to address it.
I looked at her puzzled, but then decided to drop the subject. I didn't want to delve into something that could potentially lead back to her being upset with me about Morgana.
"Very well," I replied.
There was a brief silence between us, before Zelda finally broke it.
"You better go." she whispered, "it's getting late and the roads are dangerous at night."
I stared at her for a moment, wishing she'd let me stay the night with her so I could make it up to her properly, but I was grateful to be back in her good graces.
I nodded finally.
"Okay," was all I replied.
With that, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead tenderly. Zelda hugged me tight and smiled up at me. She seemed just as relieved as I.
I bowed.
"I'll call for you tomorrow," she promised, "you'll be the first man I see."
I was pleased in hearing that.
"I look forward to it Zelda," I replied, "thank you for not turning me away."
Her eyes searched my face.
"I... I would never intentionally turn you away Link," she said.
I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I was pleased in hearing that as well.
"Thank you," I replied, "until tomorrow then."
She nodded and smiled.
"Until tomorrow," she replied.
After that, I turned and left, grateful my impulses prevailed once more.
I'll win that race Zelda, I thought as I walked through the secret corridor back to the street. I'll win for you and for what I promised in us.
My thoughts were pleasing to me, and I hurried home to rest. I couldn't wait to wake up and see my sweet Zelda once more.