Link and Ilia walked
back to the bar hand in hand, Ilia's head resting on Link's shoulder.
When they went down the side alley, they quickly dropped hands and
acted as though nothing had happened. Neither of them were brave
enough for the embarrassments that would follow when the others found
out. Especially Dad, Ilia thought. Oh, how he would torture
her!
Link knocked on the door and entered, dragging
Ilia out of her panicky thoughts and through the arch. Surprisingly,
no-one was asleep, although it was well past midnight. Bo glared
angrily at them.
"What time do you two call this
then?" he yelled.
"Now, now, Bo. Don't you
think you're being a little harsh on --" Telma began.
"Don't
tell me how to raise my daughter!"
Ilia quailed under her
father's anger, but Link stuck his chin defiantly in the air. Ilia
glanced nervously at him, willing him not to do anything stupid, but
knew that Link's pride and determination matched her
father's.
"Well, I'm sorry if I lost track of
time, but if I'm leaving as soon as the festival is over, can you
expect me not to spend some time with my best friend?" Link
protested, his voice barely containing his anger. Ilia jumped in
alarm.
"You're leaving so soon?"
"Sorry,
but I have matters to deal with in the Gerudo Desert. I was hoping
not to tell you until after the festival.."
Everyone
seemed sad that he'd be leaving so soon. Even Bo calmed
down.
"Well, now that I know your intentions, I
suppose it's not too bad. But Link, will you promise me
something?"
"Anything."
"That
you'll protect my daughter as much as possible."
"With
my life. Believe me, not even Zant himself shall lay a finger on her
so long as I'm alive."
And, worryingly for Ilia, she knew
that his word was more than idle threat.
"What's
Zant like then?" Ilia asked Link over breakfast. At noon the
festival would begin, so they were enjoying the last few hours of
quiet.
"Would it mean anything if I said he was
worse than a whole horde of goblins?"
"Vaguely."
"Ok,
he slightly resembles a human from my quick glimpse with him. Oh, and
he stank of dead people!"
Ilia wrinkled her nose
in disgust and pushed her empty mug away from her.
"Oh,
nearly forgot," he added. "Wait here!" Ilia watched
him curiously as he went into the barracks next to the cafe. After a
couple of minutes he came back, carrying a rather lovely box. "A
present for you."
She took it from him and
opened. Th inside was lined with red velvet which must have cost a
bomb. But the real prize was a beautiful bow, engraved with scenes of
each province: a goat for Ordona, and other aimals for the others.
She gasped, admiring it's beauty before noticing a full quiver
alongside it. It was woven from three different types of wood; cedar,
birch and oak.
"Thank you!" she cried,
hugging him tightly. "But why? I don't even know how to use
one?"
Link returned the hug, his lips brushing
her ear as he whispered, "Soon something bad will happen, and I
might not be there to protect you."
That was how
Bo and Rusl found them, crying in each others' arms.
