“I’m sorry Ulla!” Soryn shouted when he awoke abruptly the next morning.
Ulla laughed when he heard the boy’s exclamation.
Soryn jerked his head left and right, trying to reorient his mind after waking so suddenly. He had a horrifying dream, but he didn’t remember it.
It’s alright, little Maslyn. I knew you wouldn’t come to see me. Really, I understand.
“You’re sure?” Soryn was still half asleep.
Yes. Don’t worry about me. Besides, you need to get out there and enjoy the day. I hear it is sunny. Your manservant came already. He left the breakfast there for you and your clothes. His thoughts indicated a desire to let you have your rest. He did not seem suspicious, so no need to get anxious.
“Mm,” Soryn murmured as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and clamped his hands to his head—he had a frightful headache. Wobbling initially, the noble was finally able to right himself and walked to the table. Without even bothering to change, he ate his breakfast. His appetite from the day before had failed to wane in the night. After he scraped the plate clean, he changed his clothes and scribbled a note to Arna on a spare piece of parchment from the desk. It read:
“Gone to visit Ulla. Come on down when you’re ready. I think he’s getting lonely.”
Ooh, goody. I get a visit. To what do I owe this honor?
“Ulla, be sensible. We’ve been very busy the last few days,” Soryn scowled as he activated the secret passage to Ulla’s study and climbed down.
Alright, alright. I know you’ve been busy. I just like to give you a hard time.
“I guessed that.”
The passage to Ulla’s study was so much warmer than the passage on the other side of the fireplace. Soryn relished the warmth, especially since the evening’s fire had died out sometime in the night. Soon, he bounded up the few short steps to the study and leaned against the threshold. Ulla sat, his head cocked to the side in a strange fashion, next to the miniature sun spire.
“I’m here. What do you want to talk about?” Soryn folded his arms.
Whatever you would like. Don’t you have burning questions for me?
Several questions came into his mind at once, but only one question interested Soryn at the moment: “Is it likely that the person we saw in the woods was Fanndis?”
Could be. But how should I know?
“You always seem to know a lot about what goes on in the castle and elsewhere.”
True, but I don’t know specific details about anyone, really. What I know about this place and what goes on here was pieced together over several years of information from Geri and Freki. It also comes from my own experience. I know little about people that live in the forest.
“You said you knew Fanndis was there,” Soryn countered.
I only know that because my feline companions apparently caught wind of the information through a friend of theirs.
“Oh.” Soryn frowned.
Your little friend just arrived upstairs. Better go and fetch her.
“I left a note for her. She’ll come down when she’s ready.”
She still doesn’t like me, you know.
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Night Bells (Tales from Niflheim #1)Fantasy
Lord Maslyn has been a prisoner in his own home for the last six years. When the twelve year old noble of New Kristiansand discovers a secret passageway in his tower, he delves into a world of adventure, intrigue, and secrecy. With the help of a mys...