My Sparkling Misfortune (The Lakeland Knight) (16 page)

"He is what, my lord?" Shork asked with caution, still on his knees. "You never did tell me what exactly is wrong with Mr. Jarvi."

"Never mind. Give me your key to this room."

"Oh, please, forgive me, Your Lordship! I am so sorry, I--"

"I won't hear your excuses. Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, you should have told me about it instead of sneaking in here behind my back."

"But that's what Mr. Fernig told me! He said I must do it in secret!"

"You know better than to trust him. And loyalty to your master should have come first. Give me the key and get out. You are no longer my personal lackey. Go to the stable, you will work there from now on."

Shork rubbed his eyes as he handed over the key, but I felt no pity. I was almost certain that Fernig had paid him to bring that lock of hair. As to the wizard, he wanted it for his own purposes, there could be no doubt about that. Most likely to use in his witchcraft. Who knows what he'd do and how it would affect Jarvi, myself, and everyone else.

I sighed. Heroes and villains alike, they wouldn't leave me alone. Neither knew who Jarvi was, but they were all after him. I had no peace since the day I brought him to the castle. Taking care of a helpless sparkling turned out to be much more challenging than I thought.

I walked up to the bed. Jarvi was the same, lying still with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

"Hello Jarvi. Are you any better? Try doing something, squeeze my hand or at least move your fingers."

There was no response. His hand stayed lifeless in mine. It had been several months, and his strength was not coming back. Not yet, anyway. Ellar said it would take years.
Years
... Will I be able to protect him that long? The way things were going, I doubted it. It was becoming more difficult each day, and now I no longer had a loyal servant to rely on. I had to do something, but what?

"I'll go back to the library. There are still some books left I haven't gone through, and there should be more coming tomorrow. I will assign a new man to watch over you, probably Garfin. He won't be allowed to enter the room, I'm not giving him the key. He will be guarding the door."

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I had been buying books about sparklings, anything I could find, since the day we returned to Arkusville. Yes, Ellar had said there was nothing I could do, but I still stubbornly hoped to find some kind of remedy that would restore Jarvi's strength. I paid several booksellers to search every bookshop and library they knew of. They did their job well, bringing me dozens of books and scrolls. At first, I plunged into them with enthusiasm, but my zeal quickly faded. There was nothing there. I studied book after book and learned a lot of new things, yet there was no word, no hint about what I wanted to know. Frustrated, I'd give it up for a day or two, then go back and start again. At least it felt better than doing nothing at all.

The few books I had left were old but not very promising, mostly legends and tales. I needed facts, not fables.

I sighed and picked up the thickest one,
Sparkling Tales
. The first couple of chapters only confirmed my suspicion that, once again, it was going to be a waste of time. There was a silly story about a king who wanted to see sparklings dance and offered them different costly gifts to perform, but sparklings refused them all and only agreed when he made a thousand pies five thousand toys for poor children. I did not know whether sparklings ever danced, but I doubted that they would do it to entertain a human, even if he was a king and even if he decided to be nice to poor kids. The next one was even sillier--about a knight who found a sparkling lost in the woods, helped him and was rewarded by a special cup that always had wine in it. Now, this one was clearly made up by some ignorant alcoholic. First off, sparklings don't get lost, and secondly, why would they give a reward that could turn a hero into a drunk?

However, I was determined to finish the book. I turned the page and started reading about another knight. This one broke his spear and sword fighting a dragon, and...

Wait a minute. Was I finally getting close to something?

A sparkling gave the knight his shining sword. The knight defeated the dragon, refused a chest of gold the king offered to him as a reward, fell in love with the king's daughter and asked for her hand in marriage. When he learned that she was already engaged, the knight lost his temper, attacked her fiance and killed him with the sparkling's sword.

Yes, this was
very
close. I held my breath and kept reading.

The shining sword was spoiled by that wicked act, and the sparkling turned into stone. Only one thing could bring him back to life, and only the guilty knight could do it. He had to cleanse the sword by using it in three valiant deeds. The first one is the Deed of Pure Hand; the second is called the Deed of Cool Mind; the third, and the hardest, is the Deed of Noble Heart. When all three are accomplished, the sword would be purified, and the sparkling would be restored.

Slowly, I lowered the book and leaned back in the armchair. Here it was, the answer I searched for--if I could trust the source. That was the big question. From what I had read so far, this collection was pure fiction, full of fibs and inaccuracies. Sparklings don't turn into stone, at least not in my case; yet the other part of the story seemed to be based on truth: the spoiling of the sword, and the fact that the sparkling would suffer because of it. Did that mean that the offered solution, the three valiant deeds, was true as well? And if so, what exactly were they?

I went back to the book, but the story ended without giving out any specifics. It only said that the deeds were to be searched for, yet they would "come by themselves" in the right time.

Great.
Deed of Pure Hand, Deed of Cool Mind,
all that sounded nice and fancy, but how was I supposed to know what to do? What to search for? And what is "the right time"?

"Your Lordship! Your Lordship!"

The terrified scream was accompanied by running footsteps, and in a moment Garfin burst in, pale as paper.

"There's a ghost in Mr. Jarvi's room!"

I closed the book.
Ellar. I thought we had agreed that he'd stop scaring my staff.

"Calm down, Garfin, it's not a ghost. I forgot to tell you that once in a while you might see this green light, and if that happens..."

"It's not green, my lord, it is blue!"

Blue?...

I leapt to my feet and ran to Jarvi's bedchamber, fumbling for the key with one hand and snatching the sword with the other. If it was what I feared, it might already be too late.

A tall slender figure stood at Jarvi's bed, emanating cold blue light. Its head turned to me, and a contemptuous smile curved the thin lips.

"Ah, here comes your human friend," said Ragnar, the gormack. "Like I said, I'll kill him first. Too bad you can't see it, but I will tell you exactly what I do, and how he dies."

I knew I stood no chance against him, but I didn't care.

"Get away from him!" I shouted, swinging my sword. "Get out!"

Ragnar barely moved, yet something hit me in the chest, hard, sending me flying back to the door.

"Would you look at that, he wants to fight me!" The gormack laughed and drew a sword, which also glowed in blue. "All right, go ahead. It's going to be fun."

I threw myself at him again. When I struck, he met my sword with his. It felt like I hit solid rock, and my blade broke in half.

"Well? What are you going to do now?"

I did not have that many options, but I've always been known for inventiveness. Better do
something
than give up, that's my motto. So, having frantically looked around and seeing no suitable weapon, I jerked off my left boot and hurled it at the gormack.

Foolish, I know. I caught the look of insulted surprise on the spirit's face... In the next moment the boot lit up with green and knocked Ragnar over.

I stared. What in the world?... Those were regular boots, as far as I knew.

"Good throw," came Ellar's voice from behind my back as his hand clapped my shoulder. The green sparkling looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh.

Ragnar was back on his feet, and he was furious.

"It's your doing, not his!" he yelled at Ellar, clutching the sword. "You sent your power!"

The sparkling's grin widened. "Oh, I don't know about that. I might have reinforced the blow, but it was his hand that threw it. That's how it will go down in history, I'm afraid."

Ragnar fumed, his glow darkened to bluish-black. I thought he'd tear us both to pieces.

"You will pay for this, Ellar of Ravaron!"

Ellar gave a slight nod. "I am at your service, as soon as I return to our realm. Now, leave."

The gormack obeyed. Either he was too humiliated, or perhaps there were certain rules about fighting in the physical world, but he gave us one last glare and disappeared.

Ellar turned to me, chuckling. "I don't know how you came up with the idea, but it was brilliant. News of this kind travels fast in the realm of spirits. Getting whacked by a boot, by a human! That will teach him a good lesson."

"And put me on top of his hit list, I suppose?"

"Of course."

"Thanks a bunch. A ticked off gormack is all I need."

Ellar arched a brow. "Hey, aren't you glad I showed up?"

I was. I did not want to think how it would have ended without his interference.

"Your timing was good, I admit." I picked up the boot and put it back on. "Have a seat, Ellar, I need to talk to you. And stop glowing, would you? There are already all kinds of ridiculous rumors about my castle--that I've got ghosts here, and ghouls, and I don't know what else."

"Isn't that the kind of reputation a villain would want?" Ellar quipped, sitting down. His light did fade away though. "All right, all right, no need to frown. What did you want to talk about?"

I told him what I'd just read.

"Is that true? Can I restore Jarvi's strength if I do these three deeds?"

The sparkling shook his head. "I have not heard about anything like that. If I knew it was possible, I would have told you right away, back when it all happened."

"Yes, I remember what you said. So you think it's just a fairy tale?"

"Very likely, but, on the other hand, my knowledge is limited. There are many things I am not aware of, and some fairy tales do contain grains of truth."

"Now you make it sound like there might be a chance."

Ellar shrugged. "All I'm saying is, I don't know. You can try if you want, but you must realize that there's no guarantee."

"Nice." I took a walk to the window and back, thinking. "What about your king, Faradin? Can you ask him about this?"

"I can," Ellar nodded. "I'll do it right now if you wish."

"Go ahead."

He lit up with green light and vanished. I waited, much longer than I thought it would take. From what I remembered, sparklings' trips to the spiritual realm and back took only about a second.

When Ellar finally returned, his expression was serious and impenetrable. I couldn't tell whether he brought good or bad news.

"Well?"

"Faradin is silent."

I didn't get it.

"You mean, he does not know either?"

Ellar gave a condescending smile. "Unlike me, Faradin knows everything. But he has not answered your question. You must decide by yourself whether it is worth trying or not."

Now, that was beyond frustrating.

"Well, if it's just a story,
of course
it is not worth doing! I mean, we're not talking about taking a stroll here, we're talking about going on a long quest, and I wouldn't even know what to look for since the book does not say what those deeds are. Why should I waste time and effort if it's not going to work?"

Ellar shrugged. "Nobody says you should. Nobody asks it of you."

"Oh, that's just great!" Unable to contain myself, I started pacing around the bedchamber. "Nobody's asking me, sure. I can just forget the whole thing and do nothing. Just keep fighting off heroes, villains and now gormacks. Keep seeing Jarvi like this every day." I halted and turned to the sparkling. "Well, you know that I can't just forget it! I won't be able to stop wondering whether it would have worked! And Faradin knows it, too!"

Ellar said nothing. He just watched me, standing still in the middle of the room, waiting for my outburst to end. What could he say, anyway? He was just a messenger.

"Fine." I sat down on the bed. "Fine, I'll do it. Jarvi, give me your sword."

Ellar stepped up to me. "Do you mean it?"

"No, just kidding! Of course I mean it, why do you question me? I don't know what these stupid deeds are, and I'll probably ruin my reputation doing them, but the way I see it, I don't have that much of a choice. Will you look after Jarvi while I am gone?"

The sparkling shook his head. "I have told you before, I can't stay in the physical world very long. Take him to Ulkaria. King Osmund knows who he is, and he will be happy to watch over him for you."