Summoner: Origins - Book 0

Chapter 2

The other wore a circlet around his head and a scowl, twisting an otherwise handsome face into savage expression. He could only be King Alfric, ruler of Hominum. The three wore expensive clothing, all velvet, silk, and silver lacing.

"Tell us exactly as it happened, Charles," King Alfric growled, his voice low and angry. "Leave nothing out."

"I told you already. I left the summoning scroll and leather in my panniers and bedded down in a filthy inn just outside Boreas. I woke up to a great racket from outside, so I went to investigate. Next thing I see is this ... hoodlum ... petting my demon!" Charles pointed a wavering finger at Arcturus, spitting as he spoke. "I knocked him out with my blackjack and got the innkeeper to fetch the Pinkertons while I trapped the beast in the stable. It's not me you should be asking questions of. Ask the delinquent."

"You will speak to your king with respect!" the father bellowed, leaping to his feet and slapping Charles across the face. He lowered his head and bowed to the king, who waved a languorous hand in acceptance.

"Calm yourself, Royce. We have more important things to worry about than petty niceties." The king turned to Arcturus and gave him a forced smile, trying to put him at ease. It had the opposite effect.

"Listen carefully, stable boy. You are the only witness to the theft of Lord Faversham's demon ... or should I say, his son's demon. The scroll and leather Charles mentioned are a way of transferring a demon from one noble to another, usually a parent to a child. Now, I want you to think very carefully. Who was it who took the items from the bag and summoned the demon in the stable? Did you see an insignia on their clothing, or perhaps a distinctive color?"

King Alfric turned back to Lord Faversham before Arcturus could answer, which was just as well. His mind was still reeling.

"Lord Lovett has been blessed with four adept children, rather than the usual firstborn. His youngest daughter is joining Vocans Academy this year, just like Charles. Providing a fourth demon for her would be difficult, especially for a weak summoner like him. You don't think ...?"

"My King, he would not dare. The Lovetts are rulers of Calgary, a poor fiefdom by all accounts. It is nothing more than a few farms and rivers. It would be too great a risk for him. If he was caught, my bodyguard would storm Calgary and take back what is ours, and more besides. With your permission, of course." Lord Faversham inclined his head respectfully.

"Of course." Alfric nodded, his eyes settling on Arcturus once again.

"Who was it then?" Charles asked, his voice low and threatening, the imprint of his father's hand blazing red across his face. "Who stole my demon from me?"

Arcturus was struck dumb, unable to answer. Lying seemed the best option. Blame it on a mysterious figure, some faceless noble who came in the dead of night. The question was, would they let him live, in light of what he knew? And even if they did, what then? Back to the workhouse, to starve with the other children that nobody loved.

Perhaps it would be better to roll the dice, see what the truth would bring. A commoner being able to summon a demon was unheard of – it could turn his life upside down. But when you're at the bottom of the pile, it always makes sense to reshuffle the deck.

"It was me," he announced, his voice as confident as he could make it. "I summoned the demon. I can feel it now."

There was a pause, then a cackle as the king and Lord Faversham burst into laughter. Even Charles snorted, though the malice never left his eyes. Arcturus sat in silence, setting his jaw.

The king held up his hand, cutting the laughter short. His smile narrowed to a pursed slit.

"Charles, come here." He beckoned the young noble over, then leaned in and whispered in his ear. Charles hesitated, then strode from the room, slamming the door behind him.

The king steepled his fingers, levelling his gaze at Arcturus. His grey eyes revealed nothing, but Lord Faversham drummed his fingers on the armrest, betraying a sudden nervousness. Despite the heat, Arcturus shuddered under the king's scrutiny.

"You're playing a dangerous game here," Lord Faversham said, narrowing his eyes at Arcturus. "Did they pay you to feed us this cock and bull story? Because if you think for one moment that you'll be able to lie and leave this castle alive, you are much mistaken."

"It's true," Arcturus replied, cursing the quaver in his voice. "I read the scroll aloud and the demon appeared."

"Commoners cannot summon demons," the king snapped, impatience getting the better of him. "The gift is passed down in the blood, always for the first born and sometimes for the rest. The noble houses have been the only summoners in Hominum for two thousand years. Now, I will give you one more chance. If you tell me the truth and identify the thief, I will give you four hundred shillings and transport to Corcillum. You can't say fairer than that."

But Arcturus could feel something new, grating on him like nails on a chalkboard. It was pain, distant but fierce, emanating from the thread that held him to the demon. A fresh throb made him fall to his knees, clutching at his skull. The dual sensation of this fresh pain and that of his injuries was almost too much to bear.

"You're hurting it!" he cried, burying his head in the fur of the bearskin rug.

"When will you end this farce?" Lord Faversham growled, kicking at Arcturus with his foot. But the king held up a bony finger, before pointing it at the entrance to the library.

"As we speak, your son is whipping the demon downstairs as I instructed him. I was hoping to merely cause the thief some discomfort. Instead, it seems we have revealed him." The king smiled as Arcturus whimpered in agony.

He was barely able to comprehend the words, fresh waves of pain robbing him of all sense.

"Who are you, boy?" Lord Faversham growled, lifting Arcturus from the floor by the collar and holding him up in the air. "Your stableboy disguise has been found out, tell us which house you belong to now and perhaps your punishment will be less severe. Are you a Sinclair? A Fitzroy?"

"No ... house ..." Arcturus choked.

"Put him down, Royce," the king ordered, tearing Arcturus from Lord Faversham's grasp before his command could be obeyed. "This boy is no impostor. Can you not tell by his accent, his demeanor? His body odor alone reeks of a common upbringing."

"What are you saying?" Lord Faversham asked, breathing heavily. "That this boy is telling the truth?"

"I am saying," the king murmured, tapping his chin with a long finger, "that this boy is ... something new."

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Thanks for reading Chapter 2! What will happen to Arcturus now?!

Did you know that ORIGINS continues with a full novel called THE OUTCAST? You can read ALL of Arcturus's story in May, 2018, coming to a store near you or available online in all the usual places! 

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