The Named (33 page)

The doors now open inwards and Isabel throws me an encouraging smile before going inside with Carter and Jimmy. But it’s to Arkarian that my thoughts shift right now. I just hope he doesn’t cop any flak as a result of my disobedience. It wouldn’t be fair.

Arkarian stands looking regal in his silver suit and full cloak, his blue hair loose around his shoulders. He waits to one side, while Dad takes my hand in both of his, locking it in a strong grip. ‘I wish there was something I could say to make this trial easier for you, Ethan.’

‘No. Don’t say anything. It’s all my own doing. But I do want to say something to you.’ He waits while I gather my thoughts together. ‘It’s just that, well, I’m really glad you came back to finish this mission, Dad.’

‘Thanks, son.’

‘It was great seeing you … you know, in action and all that.’

‘Yes …?’ He senses there’s more.

‘But, I am sorry that I pushed you, and that I made
you feel you weren’t good enough the way you were.’

He shakes his head and smiles at me. ‘Don’t be sorry, Ethan. You were right. I was only living half a life in my withdrawn state. I was hiding. And that was wrong. Perhaps now I can help your mother properly through her grief. It’s time we moved through this pain, and together we’ll be stronger.’

‘Well, I’m glad we had this time to get to know each other in a different way. And I’m also glad Isabel was there to save your butt.’

Dad laughs, a wonderful sound, the first and probably the last laugh we’ll share as Guardians of Time together. When I come out of this trial, my memory of the Guard will be erased. I’ll wake up in my bed as though the past twelve adventure-filled years haven’t happened. My chest contracts at the thought, tightening unbearably.

We go in, Dad first, finding himself a seat with the others. Arkarian walks with me to the centre of the circle, then he also joins the others.

I glance furtively around. The nine members of the Tribunal are all sitting in the same seats as the last time I stood here. Lorian is directly in front of me, next to Penbarin, who, while appearing to look my way, keeps his eyes cast down. To Penbarin’s right I’m surprised to see a vacant chair, making the circle one not of nine but of ten, though this position remains empty. I quickly flick a look around the rest of the circle. Everyone else who should be here apparently is.

Lorian hushes everyone wordlessly and I find myself grateful for the stool provided. Lorian looks directly at me and I try to hold this powerful gaze, but as usual the immortal’s aura overwhelms me and makes me
want to hide. I force myself to stay put. ‘Do you have anything you wish to say?’ Lorian asks.

I take a deep, steadying breath. What can I say in my defence?
Uh, I don’t know what made me do it
? For that is the only defence I have. Instead, I ask, ‘How does King Richard fare?’

Lorian’s head bows briefly, acknowledging my question. ‘He is being healed in our specially sealed chambers. Do not worry for him, he is being looked after. Though the risk was enormous, he made it to the healing chamber in time. He will survive.’ Lorian pauses. ‘Is there anything else?’

‘Yes, I’d like to know what’s going to happen to Rochelle, and if you know where she is?’

‘She is safe.’

The immortal appears as if there is nothing more to say, but murmurs break out among those watching. Everyone is wondering about her. They’ve heard how she saved Matt’s life and, according to Isabel, Marduke used and tricked her into becoming one of them.

‘She will be joining your group very soon.’

Carter stands and calls out, ‘Is that wise? Will we ever be able to trust her? Will we ever feel safe enough in her company to turn our backs to her?’

Lorian appears annoyed with Carter’s outburst. ‘The question is, will Rochelle ever feel safe from your distrust?’

Suitably put down, Carter sits. Lorian’s attention returns to me but I have nothing else to say. ‘Stand, Ethan.’

I get to my feet on unsure legs. The immortal comes towards me and holds two hands above my head and a shower of white light unfolds around me from top to
bottom. Everything I see through this light has a bright, yet slightly distorted appearance; even Lorian’s words sound as if they come through a flexible barrier, lengthened and oddly out of proportion. ‘Ethan Roberts, you have been charged with illegally using your position on the Guard to alter events of the past in strict opposition to the Guard’s laws. How do you plead?’

My eyes close at these words. They might as well be a death sentence. ‘Guilty.’

Lorian gives a little laugh. ‘Do you give up so quickly?’

‘I did it. I don’t have a defence.’

The light surrounding me intensifies to a blinding glare for a moment. I cover my eyes until it eases. ‘Instinct is your defence, Ethan.’

What is this immortal saying?

‘Unknown to your own self, you were in fact acting under the power of the Prophecy.’

My eyes fly open at these words.
The Prophecy
?

‘You risked your position on the Guard to answer the call of the Prophecy, which you recognised
instinctively
. It is one of your strengths, Ethan. You are fortunate in that you have a third skill.’

Lorian looks at me, and even though I don’t meet the immortal’s gaze, I feel warmth surge through the light. ‘Following your instinct, you acted with complete and unconditional loyalty, doing what you knew in your heart was right. You risked your own future for your belief, and by doing so, you proved your honour.’ Lorian pauses to allow these words to sink in. ‘And so, you are completely exonerated of all wrongdoing.’

Before I have a chance to collapse in surprised relief, Lorian speaks again. ‘Look to your right, Ethan.’

I do as commanded, and in the seat that was vacant there now sits a man. He looks familiar, but through the strange light his features appear distorted. The colour of his skin is a sickly dull green. I stare hard and long as I feel Lorian urging me to recognise this figure. Slowly, his features take clearer shape before my eyes and suddenly breath catches in my throat. ‘It’s King Richard.’

I feel Lorian smile. This time the warmth that fills the light permeates every cell of my body. ‘In accordance with the Prophecy, from this day forth, King Richard II of England will be known as King of the House of Veridian.’

‘The ancient city.’

‘The city to which you belong, Ethan. You and the other eight members of the Guard whose identities are now revealed, five of whom have come today to witness this extraordinary event.’ Lorian pauses, drawing my eyes upwards, and this time I can’t resist the powerful pull. I lift my head and somehow, with the help of the distorted surrounding light, I’m able to hold the immortal’s gaze.

Lorian looks down at me pleased. ‘When King Richard is well enough, he will stand in the Tribunal circle for everyone to see, representing the House of Veridian, which he will rule. And his royal skills will be sorely required. Certain recent events have altered the Guard as we know it: Marduke’s death, the revealing of the nine Named of Veridian, and the transformation of the ancient city into a noble House with King Richard at its head.’ Lorian pauses to look around at the Tribunal circle and the others to the side. ‘But our problems have not altered, nor has our reason for
being. Our greatest challenges are yet to come. Marduke was a mortal, but a warrior of high standing. The Goddess of Chaos will surely miss her traitorous commander. His death will not go unavenged.’

Lorian glances back down at me, making sure I understand the coming words. I sense they are meant especially for my ears. ‘The Guard will not be weakened by the removal of one of its most talented and courageous members.’

It is the light, I realise, and the power radiating from Lorian’s eyes that hold me upright. Nothing else. My limbs feel as if they’ve turned to water. I’m not to be punished after all. I was, in fact, supposed to set things right for King Richard II. He wasn’t meant to die in that filthy prison like a gutter rat. My instinct, my gut feeling to release him, was correct. He too has a part to play in this Prophecy that shapes and protects our mortal world.

Lorian’s hands move slightly, and the light changes around me from white to brilliant shimmering gold. Waves of power thunder through me, making my body tremble. Through the vibration and shuddering light I hear Lorian’s voice again, distorted more than ever; but somehow the words unfold with crystal clarity within my head. The immortal says, ‘For your trust in the Prophecy beyond logic, loyalty and recrimination, you are hereby awarded the responsibility and honour of the Guard’s highest achievement: the power of flight.’

As the golden light enfolds tightly around me, and I receive my wings, a tumultuous cheer erupts.

Also by Marianne Curley

The Guardians of Time series by Marianne Curley

The Named
(Book I)

The Dark
(Book II)

The Key
(Book III)

Other titles

Old Magic

First published in Great Britain in 2002 by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc
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Electronic edition published in October 2011

Copyright © 2002 Marianne Curley
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