Part 50 (1/2)
George waved his hand and the barbarian could feel his magical bonds release. ”Don't overestimate my generosity.”
Senchae shook his head. The barbarian moved to take up his son and quieted his cries.
George allowed the barbarian to hold his child for quite a while before he ordered Senchae to put him down.
The king nodded. He took his heavy, sleeveless s.h.i.+rt off to make a spot for the boy to sit.
As George watched Senchae rub his hands through his son's hair, he was thinking, There might be a better use for you, Senchae. Killing you may not be necessary. I'll investigate this on our way into your city. George paused as he remembered something the Mischievous One had said in his last dream. Oh, c.r.a.p! I've got to prepare for the Serpent King's arrival. My h.e.l.l, Lasidious, you could have given me a few more Peaks.
George barked another order. ”Let's go! We don't want to worry your men.”
”Agreed,” the barbarian replied. ”How do you want to do this?”
It was like the king was a new man since he had the chance to say goodbye to his son. He seemed at peace, resolved to the idea of his pa.s.sing.
George took a long, deep breath. ”I may have thought of an idea that will make us both happy. I'll tell you about it along the way. You might not have to pa.s.s after all.”
”Mosley, you won the wager,” Lasidious proclaimed. ”He left Kepler and took the rest, just as you said he would. Looks like I lost. What would you have me do?”
”I have a few ideas,” Yaloom interjected while removing Mieonus' dress and s.n.a.t.c.hing up his robe.
”So do I,” Mieonus giggled as she pulled her dress over her head. ”There are many deeds we could make him do.”
Without responding, Mosley turned to follow George. As he pa.s.sed Senchae's son, he reached out with his invisible paw and touched the boy's head to give him peace. Kepler was sitting near the child. The wolf decided he would appear to the cat. He informed the others he would catch up, saying that he wanted to comfort the youngster. The others agreed and left him behind.
There were other reasons the wolf wanted to stay, but he did not want the others to know them. Once they were out of sight, Mosley allowed himself to be seen.
The jaguar immediately took a defensive posture.
”Relax, Kepler. Do you know who I am?”
”I do,” the demon responded. ”You took Ba.s.sorine's place in the heavens. What do you want with me?”
”I know I am not the deity you serve, Kepler, but I am the G.o.d who is watching over this child. I have blessed the boy, and you won't be able to end him. He will remain quiet until George returns. It would please me if you would play with him, and keep the boy entertained.”
Mosley nudged the child with his snout. Sadridz chuckled. ”I think you'll find the boy in a playful mood now.” Mosley sniffed the air. ”He has soiled his backside.”
The demon shook his head, disgusted. ”You want me to play with it? I don't play with weaker species. It's degrading. It's bad enough that I should have to sit with this foul creature.”
A stern look appeared on Mosley's face. ”It would be upsetting if this child doesn't find his stay in the woods to be peaceful.” The wolf growled. ”Keeping the child-cub happy is the least you could do.” Mosley paused and then delivered his next statement in a direct manner. ”Especially since you ended my wife when you attacked the unicorns. I'm sure you can imagine that I've not healed from the events of that Peak.”
Kepler's eyes widened. ”She was your mate?”
Mosley's growl deepened. ”She was!”
”I never meant to harm her, Lord Mosley. I swear it. She was in the way. I didn't know who she was. Her demise was not my intent. I meant her no ill will.”
Mosley's growl intensified. ”Yet, she was ended anyway!”
As the jaguar trembled, the wolf took the moments necessary to calm himself. ”I'm not here for revenge. I'm simply here to ask you to care for this child. Play with him, and make him smile. That's all.”
”That's it?” Kepler stammered.
Mosley sniffed the child's backside. ”You should lick him clean. I'm sure you're willing to do this for me.”
The jaguar was quick to agree.
”Good. Consider this task as a way of showing remorse for killing my Luvera. I shall seek vengeance on some other occasion.” Mosley looked the cat square in the eyes. ”Do we have an accord?”
Kepler nodded. ”I give you my word that I'll care for the boy, Lord Mosley. Thank you for your forgiveness.”
Mosley growled. ”This is only a temporary reprieve, not forgiveness.” With that, the wolf-G.o.d disappeared from the cat's sight. He took a few moments to watch Kepler to ensure the jaguar would hold true to his word. After the cat's first lick of the child's bottom and seeing Kepler cringe, Mosley grinned and then ran to catch up with the others.
Meanwhile, George talked with the king as they traveled. ”You know, Senchae, we could handle this a better way. It's obvious you're a man who's willing to give his life for his family. I respect that. It's also obvious the people you have surrounding you aren't powerful enough to protect you. The mages you had as your counsel were weak. You know this.”
”It would appear this is true.”
The mage hesitated. ”What is the real reason you find the people of the south to be so pathetic? You can't just perceive them as cowards.”
The barbarian thought about how to answer.
”Speak freely,” George encouraged. He grinned inside as he made his next statement. ”Let's talk as friends, Senchae.”
”What on Grayham is he doing?” Lasidious asked as he listened in on the conversation. ”This is a twist I didn't see coming. If he does what I think he's going to, it'll be brilliant. Yaloom, do you see the brilliance?”
The G.o.d of Greed had a deer-in-the-headlights stare. Mieonus was not much different.
Lasidious snapped out a retort in frustration. ”Where's Mosley when I need to speak with someone who understands strategy? How in all the worlds could either of you be G.o.ds?” He did not wait for a response. Instead, he turned his attention back to the conversation between George and Senchae.
The mage could see Senchae's hesitation. ”Look, I already know how you feel. Just give it to me straight.”
”Our repulsion of the south is simple,” the big man replied. ”We feel many of the territories of the south are our lands. The Enchanted Forest, the Pool of Sorrow, and the hills of the Minotaur all once existed beneath the banner of Bloodvain. Brandor stole them from us after they broke a treaty that existed for over 3,000 seasons.”
”So you don't really think the people are weak?” George queried. ”It's all about land?”
Senchae hesitated. ”It's not all about land. We do believe they're weak, but I've never met anyone like you. I must say you've changed my mind in many ways.”
”My name is George, and I allow only my friends to call me that. You can call me George, if you'd like.”
The barbarian was now more confused than ever. ”I don't understand.”
”I imagine you wouldn't. Let me explain. The more I think about it, the more I feel you and I could help each other out. Your goal is to defeat the people of the south, correct?”
”Yes, but what does this campaign have to do with us? And why do you speak of us as friends?”
”Because friends work together. Perhaps we can accomplish your goals together.”