Lead to safety, food, furnishings, wounds tended to, and now I’m alone with the Lord of the land. I haven’t done too bad for myself in the few days I’ve been conscious. Granted it’s either a foolishly grave mistake, or he is far too confident. Time will tell.
“You have a useful set of skills, Elias,” His words were cool and smooth.
Conversations have been started in stranger ways.
“Serge has informed me about the circumstance surrounding your encounter,” my stiff body was a reminder of that night, “We tended to your wound when you arrived.”
Lord Preavus gestured to a seat and took one himself on a velvet tufted couch. I wandered around the room examining the simple furnishings, not yet interested in settling in.
“Don’t be concerned with any recompense. I find myself inclined to lending aid when I can.”
“And I am fed and tended to, but what is it you’ve brought me here for?”
“A man of action, I can appreciate that. You want all the pieces on the table, much like myself. You’re here because I may have use of you.”
It can’t seem to do me any harm to make friends with a Lord, at this point.
“What is this need you have?”
His smug posture gave way, he leaned forward with a raised eyebrow and grimace.
“Rest assured, you’re needs would be met generously,” I turned around with a fabricated gleam in my eye. “I require a fresh face.”
“Ah, a spy.”
“You are intuitive, indeed. Now, Serge tells me that you are suffering from some kind of amnesia?”
“For better or worse,” I planted myself in the opposite couch
“Well that is fortunate, it would make you more valuable. You see, if you decide to take my offer you will be required to lie, and given liberty to do whatever is necessary to accomplish my goal.”
“What is your goal m’Lord?”
He reclined once more, “I need you to infiltrate a sect within our city walls. They’re sympathizers of the late Caligas kingdom and wish to see my efforts of restoration uprooted. It will be dangerous, but something tells me you are no stranger to violence. You will be required to listen to their lies, adopt their qualities, and draw out any and all valuable information.”
“Tell me more about how I will be rewarded.”
“We will secure a safe house within the city rather than house you here, to keep up appearances. You will be paid generously, and if you perform well there is potential for security of employment in the future.”
I took in a deep breath and blew it out with a whistle, “Well, let me sleep on it.” Let’s see what my options are.
“Very well. You may retire here for the night. There will be a parcel left outside your room in the morning,” Lord Preavus stood as I followed suit. “But,” he turned as he opened the door, “If you decline I would recommend you not be here in the morning.”
That’s what I wanted to hear. If he intended to kill me, he would never make a sound about it. This way I have options at least. I stepped between the two sentinels outside the room to where Lord Preavus stood waiting.
The smugness returned, “You are free to roam the city, take in what our beautiful capitol has to offer.”
“Lord Preavus,” a messenger approached with a bow, “I wish to remind you of your meeting with the council.”
“Yes thank you, tell them I will not make them wait any longer.”
The messenger anxiously matched Lord Preavus’ slower pace as they walked away with the two guards.
A strange sensation crept over me, that of not having anywhere to be. I wandered through the halls of the palace making use of the time by memorizing different routes and stretching. My chest was still tight and tender, even the hands of a healer can’t put the limber back in muscles and tendons.
Satisfied with my wandering I set out to unlock the chest. I got the chest from my room and crossed the Terrace entering the vivid marketplace. The bright buildings and brightly dressed people surrounded me. It was more color than I cared for, uncomfortable knowing I was trying to blend in with a rainbow. I noticed eyes watched between the white draping of Prakashi uniforms, guards were posted past just about every corner I rounded. I made no effort to avoid their gaze, there was no doubt they had been informed about me and I stuck out like a sore thumb.
After questioning several vendors, one guard and a man selling some exotic birds I found a furniture salesman who led me to a handy-man.