Curse of Blades (Blades #1)

Chapter 3

Coulta could hear them moving around, as if they were getting their things organized while they conversed.

"Well, at least none of them will have to worry about fatherly duties."

There was a sigh, then, "Do you think Varin knows we're here?"

"I'm sure he has his spies. We won't know until you speak with him tomorrow. And if he does know, there's nothing we can do, except keep alert for those assassins he has."

"I suppose you're right."

"I'll keep an eye on the men, you get some rest, My Prince."

Coulta's eyes went wide and he gripped the spikes harder to keep from falling off. Prince?

He knew then that he couldn't make himself kill the man. Even knowing that Varin had ordered it, he couldn't make himself climb up through the window when the man was left alone. Instead, he dropped soundlessly back to the stable roof and ran back to the castle, springing from roof to roof effortlessly as he tried to escape his own shock and horror at what was being asked of him.

***

As soon as Prince-General Decus left the room, Wildas wandered to the window and glanced out. What was it about the city that made him want to go out and wander the streets? Night was setting in and from what he'd heard, Arren was not a safe city for an outsider to take a walk in alone at night.

Tomorrow morning would be soon enough for a venture out of the inn. Hopefully he wouldn't need more than a day or two to speak with Lord Varin. Then he could leave the frustrating place behind.

***

When Coulta got back to the castle yard he paused to catch his breath, then climbed up the castle exterior and through his window. In his room again, he went straight to the door separating his room from Teeya's and knocked several times before walking in.

Teeya was getting out of bed, dressed in her nightshirt. "Coulta, what's –"

"He's a damn prince!" Coulta practically yelled.

"Who?" Teeya asked, looking confused.

"The envoy Varin wants me to kill. This Wildas. He's a prince!"

Teeya's eyes went wide. "Wildas? Oh, no, no Coulta. He's not just a prince. He's the prince."

"What do you mean?" Coulta demanded, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Teeya was looking truly disturbed. "From what I've heard on market days, he's the Crown Prince, the oldest prince, and heir to the Grand King's throne. Coulta..."

Coulta sank to the floor, burying his head in his hands, feeling like something was stabbing into his chest and ripping into his soul. "I can't. Teeya, I won't kill him. I won't assassinate the Crown Prince. I can't have that on my conscience with all the other lives I've taken."

The voice of the young man in the inn came back to him. He was guilty of no crime. Death was not what he deserved, least of all a death by Coulta's hand.

Teeya sat down beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Coulta... You went against Varin's demands tonight?"

Coulta shook his head. "He told me I could observe the first night, let them settle in." He swallowed a lump in his throat. "Tomorrow..."

She hugged him tightly. "I think, Coulta, that it's time for you to take control from Varin."

He snorted. "How?"

"Maybe Wildas is the one your mother foresaw."

Coulta laughed outright. "I don't see how that's possible."

"I'm sure he lives in a grand castle in a big city. In Phelin. But I suppose we will know for certain tomorrow night. And I haven't seen you react quite this way to an assignment in years. Considering how Varin, who is only an earl, behaves, I would have expected you to assume the prince was an even more terrible person and be less upset than this."

He rubbed his forehead, completely unsure of what to think. She was right about part of it, at least. Never in his life had he felt so torn by his emotions, and so confused as to what those emotions tearing him apart actually were. In truth, he should be less upset about killing someone with so much power and should assume he was crueler even than Varin. But it felt terribly wrong to even consider doing harm to the prince. Something about him felt utterly good, though Coulta hadn't interacted with the man himself.

He simply couldn't fathom why.

A pounding on his door woke Coulta the next morning. He had slept fitfully, still fully dressed in everything but his boots and sword belt, and on top of the blankets. His dreams had shifted constantly between pleasant fantasies of a happy life and freedom, and nightmares of massive armies swooping down on him, and headless princes being crowned king. He'd woken up during every dream, sweating and panting and clutching at his pillows and the blankets on the bed. Several times the prince in his dreams reached out for him, but he always recoiled and dropped himself back into more nightmares. His comforting shadow figure never came to him, making him feel even more lost.

He forced himself off the bed and to the door, where he found Yerik about to pound again on the other side.

"Uh, morning, Coulta," the servant said, dropping his hand to his side. "Master Varin sent me to rouse you. He would like to have a word with you."

Coulta sighed. "I will be there in a moment."

The servant nodded and went on his way. Coulta sighed again and ran a hand over his face, trying to wake himself up more. The stubble there prickled his hand annoyingly. He didn't grow facial hair very well, but it had been days since he'd last shaved, and the stubble would need to be dealt with. When he returned, as usual.

He combed his tangled hair, and changed into clothes that were less wrinkled than the ones he'd slept in, then made his way to Varin's chambers. The earl was waiting for him, and did not look happy in the least.

"I take it you were unable to complete the task last night?"

Coulta shook his head, hands clasped behind him. "As expected, they were... occupied until dawn."

It was likely, even if he hadn't been there that long to know for sure.

Varin grunted over his breakfast. "See that you take care of them tonight, or I will have to have Roane complete the task for you."

"Of course, my lord," Coulta replied, through clenched teeth.

Varin excused him and he returned to his room, feeling furious and determined to do the only thing he could bring himself to do, regardless of the consequences.

He wasn't sure how he would accomplish it, but he had the entire day to think it through. The curse was going to release him or he would ensure that his was no longer a body it could use.