Chapter 6
Fenoglio hurried through the streets. "I wonder what this is all about." he thought to himself.
A messenger boy had come and knocked on Minerva's door. One of her elder daughters had answered it, and called him down. "These stupid steps are going to kill me," He had grumbled. "This better be important." All the boy would tell him was that Violente was with The Black Prince, The Bluejay, and Resa and that the meeting did not seem like a happy one. He had went out at once, all of them together could hardly be good.
He came to the castle gates, the young guards looked at him and crossed their spears. "Your business here?" The one on the right asked him. "Her kindliness has requested my presence." He snapped. "Let me through or I will report you for keeping me" "Fine, fine" the young man answered "Go on with you"
He walked confidently through the palace, he had spent a lot of time here through the years. He made his way to the throne room, passing the library on the way. "I must go in there soon," he thought "it could have the most wonderful books." He knocked on the giant doors to the throne room. He heard a voice call softly "Enter!" He pushed the doors open and bowed to Her Kindliness. "You called for me?" he asked her. "Yes, we need your help." She said "But perhaps our Bluejay can explain better then I."
Violente motioned to Fenoglio. "Sit, please." He sat down in the chair Mo had stood up from. Mo then handed the piece of parchment to him. "Read it." He said. Fenoglio did. His expression changed from confused, to surprised, to anger. "WHAT IS HE PLAYING AT?" Fenoglio raged angrily "This in my world! My creations! He cannot do this. I will not allow him to do this!"
"So you will help us?" Resa asked hopefully.
"Of course I will!" Fenoglio replied indignantly. "Orpheus must be stopped."
"How will you stop him? Asked The Black Prince.
"I will write it," Fenoglio said slowly. "And Meggie will read it. No offense to you, Mo. But Meggie has seemed to get better results in the past."
"Of course," Mo replied "as long as Orpheus is stopped."
"I must go, I must start to write right away if he is to be stopped. Excuse me Your Kindliness?"
Of course," she replied. "go and write at once."
Fenoglio rushed out of the room. "What can I possible do to stop him?" He barely noticed his surroundings. He passed the guards that had let him in, they look at him curiously. Usually audiences with Violente lasted much longer then his had. It had been somewhat rude of him to leave so soon.
"But I have good reason!" He supposed to himself "This is important." Ever since Mo (Fenoglio never could make himself think of him as the Bluejay) had killed the Adder and returned Ombra to more peace, the city had made him their hero. If anything were to happen to him and his family, the city would be devastated. "And I'm the only one who can save them." He thought. "But how can I possible change what he is going to read when I don't know exactly what he wrote? And how can I make it not come true? This will not be easy." He mused. "If only I had someone I could talk about this with." For a moment he thought of Elinor. "NO!" he thought. "I will not willingly work with that women. I won't do it. It's not like she could do something I can't. She is simply unbearable! I am a much better writer."
By this time he was back at Minerva's house. He reached the door and opened it. A small bundle of a child came at him. He reached out and scooped the little girl up.
"Fenoglio." She said softly "There is someone in your room."
"Is there now?" He asked him.
She nodded shyly.
"Well I guess I will just have to go up and find out who it is then."
He set her down and she toddled to her mother in the other room.
"Who could it be?" He wondered He didn't get many visitors and most of them were where he had just come from.
"Stupid steps." He grumbled, "They will kill me yet."
He reached his door and stepped inside.
"There you are!" Cried a voice "It's about time!"
Elinor.
"What are you doing here?" Fenoglio barked
"I just had a question." Elinor replied offended.
"Well what is it this time?"
"Well…Ummm"
"Out with it! I have something very important to do, and I don't need my time wasted"
"What is it?"
"What is what"
"This thing that is so important."
Fenogilio debated not telling her. He sat down on his bed. But she had a right to know, this was her family.
"It's about Mo, Resa, and the children."
"Hmf. Well Meggie is hardly a child."
"That's not the point!" Fenoglio thundered
"Well just get out with it then!" You're gonna end up telling me anyway."
Fenoglio then told her the entire story, including that he had to write a way to save them.
"I'll help." Elinor stated.
Fenoglio groaned. "You don't know the first thing about writing."
"Perhaps not," She snapped. "but I know everything there is to know about books. I can tell you so many stories you head would spin."
"FINE!" Fenoglio shouted "You can help."
"Good. Now tell me what was in that letter again…."