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Chapter 43: The Fires of Hell
Once we got outside Resa began gasping for air and hyperventilating. Dustfinger simply leaned against the wall in shock.
"Resa you need to stay calm. Everything is fine now. I'm fine. You're safe. Everything is okay. Come on. Take some deep breaths." I said attempting to sooth Resa.
"Hey Kid." Dustfinger said as he stared at the ground.
"Yes?"
"Why?" He asked.
"Why what?"
"Why save us?" He asked as he looked up from the ground.
"Because you two are the only people here who treat me like a person. You don't treat me like a freak, or a goddess. Because you're my friends. Because you are the closest thing I have left to family, and I couldn't, I, I just couldn't do that again." I explained as Mortola walked out of the kitchens.
"But none of that matters now that you are to be the lady of the house." Mortola said. I stood up and walked over to her.
"Come. I need to fit you for your dress." She said as she turned to go back inside. She stopped when she noticed that I hadn't moved.
"What dress?" I asked, fully knowing that she had not been told of what went on in Capricorn's room.
"The one for tonight, my lady, for the wedding." She said in confusion.
I looked her straight in the eye and said "What wedding? Surely you don't mean the one that just got canceled?" I said, keeping my anger back. She was dumbfounded.
"But…" She said as she looked over at Dustfinger and Resa.
"But they're still alive? How can that be if they're still alive? Is that what you want to ask? You want to know why?" I asked.
"Because I knew what he wanted and that he would do anything to get it even if it meant losing it." I spat in her face. Her face flared up with anger and she stormed off. Resa had finally calmed down. So we went to help with the laundry. Dustfinger followed us and just watched.
"Kid." He said
"Yes Dustfinger?" I asked.
"Why does Capricorn want you?" He asked.
"What do all powerful men want? Pretty things and more power. Unfortunately I am both." I explained.
"How are you powerful?" He asked.
"I have powerful connections. You know, Dane? Capricorn knows that he is powerful and he doesn't just want to be a pawn to that man. He thinks that if he marries me, then they'll be equal, so they can take over the world together." I explained.
"That sounds a lot like him." Dustfinger muttered to himself. We continued on with our daily work and helped set up for the Christmas feast for the rest of the day. The feast was about what I expected. We were constantly hulling food over to the chapel to feed the men's huge appetites. We were constantly refilling pints of ale and beer so that the men could drink themselves stupid. There were entertainers brought in from the surrounding areas. I doubt that they came willingly though. There were jugglers, musicians, dancers, and magicians.
Dustfinger had disappeared for the first few acts. When a group of dancers were leaving, they opened the doors to the chapel and waved everyone outside. Outside in the courtyard was a shirt less Dustfinger. He was surrounded by torches and a few bottles of what appeared to be silver liquid in the moonlight. I could hear some music playing quietly in the distance. The dancers each picked up a torch and Dustfinger picked up three. He began to juggle the flaming torches and it looked as though he was juggling the fire its self. One by one the dancers threw their torches at him and he caught everyone and juggled them as well.
One by one he threw the torches back to the dancers till he only had two, which he juggled with one hand. With the other hand he picked up one of the bottles of silver liquid and took a swig. He then caught the torches leaned back so that his face was to the moon and blew a huge fire ball with the liquid in his mouth. With this he received a large applause from the crowd. Stunt after stunt he performed and held his audience captivated until, like most fairy tales, the clock stroke midnight. The spell was broken and the performer took his bow. The men came back inside for another round of drinking and feasting till they all stumbled home in a drunken stupor as dawn came over the horizon.