Chapter 7
Glinda was completely unaware of the events occurring in the Vinkus but a knot was growing in her stomach. She sat at the dinner table picking at her food but not really doing much other than to push it around on her plate.
"My Lady, is everything all right?" Khalil asked.
"You must stop calling me that," she said.
"It befits your title. Now tell me what is going on in that wonderful little head of yours," he said.
"I'm worried about Fiyero and Elphie," Glinda admitted.
"Ah. Well travelling to the Vinkus can be inherently dangerous but you had two Gale Force soldiers accompany the former Captain of the Guard and the most powerful witch in all of Oz to their destination. I can hardly believe they would get into a lot of trouble," he pointed out.
"Something isn't sitting right with me," the blonde refused to drop it and Khalil began to wonder if maybe she was right.
"In the morning we'll head by bubble to see just what's going on. It'll be the fastest way and we can then ensure that they haven't gotten themselves into any trouble," he said as he stood up and walked around the table to where his beloved was sitting. He sat down next to her and took her hands in his.
"You still need to eat you know. Can't have your fabulous wedding dress falling off of you because you're too small," he told her.
"What would I do without you?" She gave him a dreamy eyed look but he could see the turmoil in her eyes.
"Eat up and I'll see you in our room this evening," he waggled his eyebrows and then went looking for Sergeant Collins. They had to have a Bird available to spy for them somewhere. The frequent flyer wouldn't be able to get to the Vinkus and back before the morning but they could rendezvous at a given point so the two of them weren't walking into anything the next day.
Meanwhile the sun was setting in the Vinkus as the soldiers walked into the cells in the bottom of the castle dragging a very beat up Olaf. They opened the door of the cell their current prisoners were holding and threw him in.
"What did you do to him?" Sergeant Zetti demanded. He got no answer as the door to the cell slammed shut. Quickly, Zetti and Roth scooped up the man and carried him to the only bed in the cell.
"Sweet Mother of Oz," Zetti shook his head. Fiyero, who had been holding onto Elphaba after her traumatic afternoon, helped her to her feet off their spot on the floor. Upon seeing the poor man beaten up, Elphaba forced her own fears down.
"Who did this to you Olaf?" She asked as she tried to gingerly assess his wounds.
"I did it to myself. Told them to bugger off, admittedly in not so nice terms," he told her. His breathing was labored and his body was covered in fist sized bruises. Elphaba touched him gently and he flinched.
"He's got some broken ribs and I…" she didn't finish as Olaf coughed up blood.
"I need your help. Hold him down carefully. I have to perform a spell or he's going to die," she instructed the three men who were near here. They quickly gathered round and gently held Olaf down.
"This is going to hurt but trust me you'll feel better after," Elphaba said. Olaf gave her a concerned look but he didn't get a chance to voice his concerns before she started chanting the necessary spells to save the poor man. His screams echoed in the halls and the guards came running.
To Be Continued…