The Rogue Knight
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Cole withdrew back into the trees, worried he had made himself too visible and spoken too loudly when commanding the sword. If the knights came after him now, they would catch him easily.
Squatting behind a bush, watching the confiscated wagons start to roll, Cole had to accept that Mira was gone. He had tried to help her, but in the end it hadn’t been enough. Not only had he lost his friends from back home, he was losing new friends, too. Cole felt so sick and empty that he wanted to collapse and surrender.
But he couldn’t do that. He had to hang on. Mira didn’t need him to feel sorry for her. She needed him to help her. Jenna, Dalton, and the others needed him too.
If the Rogue Knight recognized Mira’s value as a hostage, hopefully he would treat her kindly. At least he hadn’t seemed unfair or mean-spirited. The Rogue Knight could have killed Jace, but instead just held him down. There had to be some decency in him.
Six of the knights rode off escorting the wagons of merchandise. The other three, including the little one, galloped away in the direction the Rogue Knight had gone. One last time Cole tried the Jumping Sword, and again he was disappointed. If only he could follow them!
As the wagons trundled out of sight, Cole emerged from the woods. The coaches remained stationary. He hurried across the field to his friends, and Skye approached him, gripping him by his shoulders. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Cole said.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
Cole gave an uncomfortable laugh. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I did it.”
“You did it all right,” Skye said. “I’ve never sensed any enchanting ability in you, then all of a sudden you were radiating serious power.”
“It’s gone now,” Cole said with a sigh. “The sword is back to normal.”
“So are you, as far as I can tell,” she said, tousling his hair. “Has anything like that ever happened to you before?”
“Never,” Cole said. “Declan told me that one day I would probably develop shaping power.”
“I don’t know what you developed,” Skye said. “But it wasn’t any common type of shaping. That sword shouldn’t work here. What did you do?”
“I just wanted to help Mira,” Cole said. “I don’t get what happened.”
“And now nothing?” Joe asked, drawing near.
“Nada,” Cole confirmed. “After I went into the woods, I tried to follow Mira, but the sword went dead. Nothing I tried would make it work again.”
Staring at the woods, Joe stroked his jaw. “I’m going after her,” he said. “The knights didn’t take the extra horses. The dead mercenaries don’t need theirs.”
“I’m coming too,” Jace said.
“No,” Joe replied. “I appreciate the offer, but you’d slow me down.”
Jace looked like he wanted to protest, then dropped his gaze.
“I’ll go,” Twitch said, stretching his wings. “I was already planning to follow the Rogue Knight. You’ll need me.”
Joe paused, then gave a nod. “Sure, I could use your help.”
“We could all go,” Cole said. “There are enough extra horses.”
“No,” Joe said. He looked at Skye. “Seemings won’t do us any good against them.” He glanced at Cole. “Those knights can really fight. They’re more than a match for me, let alone the rest of you. It’s going to take stealth, and I’ll sneak better with just Twitch along. This isn’t over. Skye, take Jace and Cole and see if you can confirm that Honor is the mysterious prisoner at Blackmont Castle. Cole wants to rescue his friend. The boy works at a confidence lounge in Merriston. Maybe the friend has information.”
“Which confidence lounge?” Skye asked.
“The Silver something,” Cole said.
Skye gave an impressed whistle. “The Silver Lining—the oldest confidence lounge in Merriston. It’s the most prestigious in all of Elloweer. Would your friend help us?”
“Count on it,” Cole said. “I have to free him.”
Skye raised her eyebrows. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Twitch and I need to get going,” Joe said. “We don’t want to follow too close, but we mustn’t fall too far behind either. After I get Mira, we’ll come find you. Where should we meet up?”
“The Bloated Udder,” Skye said. “It’s an inn near Edgemont, in Harper’s Crossing.”
Joe took Skye by the hand. “If I don’t make it, you will be Honor’s last hope.” He looked to Cole and Jace. “Find her. Help her.”
Jace gave a nod.
“Save Mira,” Cole told him.
“We’ll get her,” Twitch said. “I’m faster than their horses.”
With that, Twitch hopped away, wings fluttering. Joe hurried over to Monroe. Cole couldn’t hear the words. Monroe scratched his head, then pointed toward some horses. Joe ran to a horse, climbed on, and rode away hard. Twitch had already vanished into the trees.
“Where’s he going?” a voice asked from behind them.
Cole turned to find Konley there, watching Joe ride away. The knight wore no armor and carried no sword.
“The Rogue Knight took my daughter,” Skye said.
“Your daughter?” Konley questioned. “Who are you?”
“Somebody who wanted to travel quietly,” she said.
“I noticed that much,” Konley replied. “You were hidden by elaborate seemings. Why would the Rogue Knight show no special interest in the daughter of Alderman Cronin, or anyone else for that matter, then take your daughter?”
“He knew that wasn’t really the alderman’s daughter,” Skye said. “I have no idea why my poor child caught his eye. Why won’t Rustin Sage man up and face him?”
“That’s his business,” Konley said. “Who are you?”
“My name is Edna Vine,” Skye said. “I own a fine pottery and tableware store in Carthage.”
Hands on his hips, Konley squinted at the trees, then back at Skye. “I think I know the store. It’s called the Vineyard. Not really my kind of place. I don’t know the owner. Could be you. So the Rogue Knight is going to ransom your daughter for plates?”
Skye’s expression hardened. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
Squatting behind a bush, watching the confiscated wagons start to roll, Cole had to accept that Mira was gone. He had tried to help her, but in the end it hadn’t been enough. Not only had he lost his friends from back home, he was losing new friends, too. Cole felt so sick and empty that he wanted to collapse and surrender.
But he couldn’t do that. He had to hang on. Mira didn’t need him to feel sorry for her. She needed him to help her. Jenna, Dalton, and the others needed him too.
If the Rogue Knight recognized Mira’s value as a hostage, hopefully he would treat her kindly. At least he hadn’t seemed unfair or mean-spirited. The Rogue Knight could have killed Jace, but instead just held him down. There had to be some decency in him.
Six of the knights rode off escorting the wagons of merchandise. The other three, including the little one, galloped away in the direction the Rogue Knight had gone. One last time Cole tried the Jumping Sword, and again he was disappointed. If only he could follow them!
As the wagons trundled out of sight, Cole emerged from the woods. The coaches remained stationary. He hurried across the field to his friends, and Skye approached him, gripping him by his shoulders. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Cole said.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
Cole gave an uncomfortable laugh. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I did it.”
“You did it all right,” Skye said. “I’ve never sensed any enchanting ability in you, then all of a sudden you were radiating serious power.”
“It’s gone now,” Cole said with a sigh. “The sword is back to normal.”
“So are you, as far as I can tell,” she said, tousling his hair. “Has anything like that ever happened to you before?”
“Never,” Cole said. “Declan told me that one day I would probably develop shaping power.”
“I don’t know what you developed,” Skye said. “But it wasn’t any common type of shaping. That sword shouldn’t work here. What did you do?”
“I just wanted to help Mira,” Cole said. “I don’t get what happened.”
“And now nothing?” Joe asked, drawing near.
“Nada,” Cole confirmed. “After I went into the woods, I tried to follow Mira, but the sword went dead. Nothing I tried would make it work again.”
Staring at the woods, Joe stroked his jaw. “I’m going after her,” he said. “The knights didn’t take the extra horses. The dead mercenaries don’t need theirs.”
“I’m coming too,” Jace said.
“No,” Joe replied. “I appreciate the offer, but you’d slow me down.”
Jace looked like he wanted to protest, then dropped his gaze.
“I’ll go,” Twitch said, stretching his wings. “I was already planning to follow the Rogue Knight. You’ll need me.”
Joe paused, then gave a nod. “Sure, I could use your help.”
“We could all go,” Cole said. “There are enough extra horses.”
“No,” Joe said. He looked at Skye. “Seemings won’t do us any good against them.” He glanced at Cole. “Those knights can really fight. They’re more than a match for me, let alone the rest of you. It’s going to take stealth, and I’ll sneak better with just Twitch along. This isn’t over. Skye, take Jace and Cole and see if you can confirm that Honor is the mysterious prisoner at Blackmont Castle. Cole wants to rescue his friend. The boy works at a confidence lounge in Merriston. Maybe the friend has information.”
“Which confidence lounge?” Skye asked.
“The Silver something,” Cole said.
Skye gave an impressed whistle. “The Silver Lining—the oldest confidence lounge in Merriston. It’s the most prestigious in all of Elloweer. Would your friend help us?”
“Count on it,” Cole said. “I have to free him.”
Skye raised her eyebrows. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Twitch and I need to get going,” Joe said. “We don’t want to follow too close, but we mustn’t fall too far behind either. After I get Mira, we’ll come find you. Where should we meet up?”
“The Bloated Udder,” Skye said. “It’s an inn near Edgemont, in Harper’s Crossing.”
Joe took Skye by the hand. “If I don’t make it, you will be Honor’s last hope.” He looked to Cole and Jace. “Find her. Help her.”
Jace gave a nod.
“Save Mira,” Cole told him.
“We’ll get her,” Twitch said. “I’m faster than their horses.”
With that, Twitch hopped away, wings fluttering. Joe hurried over to Monroe. Cole couldn’t hear the words. Monroe scratched his head, then pointed toward some horses. Joe ran to a horse, climbed on, and rode away hard. Twitch had already vanished into the trees.
“Where’s he going?” a voice asked from behind them.
Cole turned to find Konley there, watching Joe ride away. The knight wore no armor and carried no sword.
“The Rogue Knight took my daughter,” Skye said.
“Your daughter?” Konley questioned. “Who are you?”
“Somebody who wanted to travel quietly,” she said.
“I noticed that much,” Konley replied. “You were hidden by elaborate seemings. Why would the Rogue Knight show no special interest in the daughter of Alderman Cronin, or anyone else for that matter, then take your daughter?”
“He knew that wasn’t really the alderman’s daughter,” Skye said. “I have no idea why my poor child caught his eye. Why won’t Rustin Sage man up and face him?”
“That’s his business,” Konley said. “Who are you?”
“My name is Edna Vine,” Skye said. “I own a fine pottery and tableware store in Carthage.”
Hands on his hips, Konley squinted at the trees, then back at Skye. “I think I know the store. It’s called the Vineyard. Not really my kind of place. I don’t know the owner. Could be you. So the Rogue Knight is going to ransom your daughter for plates?”
Skye’s expression hardened. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
