49 History Books (1/2)

”And if you EVER do something like that again, I swear I will NEVER forgive you!” Harbit's voice scolding, Isilla finally well enough for a long overdue lecture about her actions with Lehan. ”You need to be more careful. This isn't our home, and you don't have to handle everything by yourself now! You're not just some girl on the street anymore.”

Isilla frowned. You're right, I know, she wrote.

”But I am glad you are well,” her friend said smiling.

Isilla smiled back. She would not describe herself as well but she felt somewhat better, more able to think straight.

”Why did you put yourself in such danger?” Haribit asked.

I didn't realize that I would be in such danger. I am glad I did not take you. If he had done to you what he did to Ilun, you would not have survived, she wrote.

”Then why not your husband? Prince Arren would have gladly escorted you or told his brother you weren't coming at all!” Harbit replied.

I wasn't sure of Arren, she admitted.

”Not sure of him! I told you he cared for you! Any fool could see that!” Haribit threw her hands up in frustration.

You saw what he can be like, I didn't want to upset him and lose whatever good will he held for me, she wrote feeling foolish for her choices. But, she added, is it really so strange that I would be cautious about his feelings? He was hiding them from me.

”That is true but that doesn't mean you should put yourself in danger,” Haribit sighed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Arren didn't pay any attention to me until I meet him in the Veil and then shortly after I upset him and since then it's been one thing after another. I hadn't the time to get a handle on his feelings, before he told me, she explained.

”It was still a foolish thing to have done,” Harbit replied.

I know, she wrote. She bit her lip before writing her next sentence, sure it would upset Harbit even more. I saved Lehan's life, I healed him in the Veil, she confessed.

”What? What do you mean? Why would you help him? He'll kill you!” Haribit said, turning to her, eyes wide with shock and anger. ”You are so foolish! Why did you go to him at all?”

Isilla frowned. I don't know! I just felt like I had to and then when I saw him I couldn't stop myself. It is hard to explain, something is happening to me, she wrote. I don't feel any different when I am awake but there, it's like I can do anything at all.

Haribit sighed, ”I know but something like this. It's like. . .”

Isilla nodded. Magic, she wrote.

”Not just magic. Strong magic. More than I can do. Dreamweavers affect dreams. What you've done for Lehan is not at all a dream. Does Arren know?” she asked

Isilla nodded. I told him right away, she wrote.

”Well that's good at least, what did he say?” she asked.

Nothing, she wrote, only that he would protect me from whatever came of it and nothing has come of it.

Haribit frowned, ”Are you sure? From what I understand of him, this is not something he would let go of so easily.”

I have to place my trust in Arren, if he says he has taken care of this, then he has.

”I thought things would calm now. Elixabete has been moved, those horrible maids are finally gone. Hopefully I am worrying over nothing. Just concentrate on getting yourself well,” Haribit said, letting Isilla know she forgave her in her own way.