Castle Kingside

Chapter 20: Public Entertainment

A trimmed oak cabinet stood by the wall, its surface reflecting soft blue light. The source was an array of enchanted stones affixed to the ceiling, each by lustrous metal cables. They hung over a long table. At the far end, Delphine sat beside Gerbald. The plates in front of them displayed foods, including a species of roast bird akin to a turkey, except it had two sets of wings.

Saphiria and Dimitry sat at the other end. After a long journey back to Ravenfall, they waited to report their success. If a trip to deliver severed corpses to a prospective slave owner could be considered a success.

Delphine wiped her hands with a cloth napkin and spoke from across the table. Im assuming everything went well?

Yes, Saphiria said.

Did anything unusual happen?

The bridge to Vael collapsed, the cart flipped over, and Saphiria glanced at Dimitry.

He squirmed in his chair. The enchantment on Saphirias collar prevented her from disobeying Delphine. If she revealed Dimitry knew his fate as a slave, their situation would complicate further. He grabbed a pure vol pellet from his cloak pocket and prepared to chant invisall.

And? Delphine asked.

Sir Ernwin offered fifty gold gadots for the transaction.

Dimitry exhaled a relieved sigh. Saphiria covered for him.

Interesting, but its not like you to hesitate. Delphine beckoned the girl forward.

Saphiria walked to the other end of the table.

Delphines eyes furrowed, exposing the crows feet lurking in their corners. She leaned forward to inspect the collar. Isnt it a little dull?

Gerbald gnawed on a grilled avian drumstick. Yeah, it would explain her attitude from the other day.

Attitude?

She threatened me when I asked her a question.

The enchantment must be wearing off. Its about time. Delphine grabbed the collar, pulled Saphiria in with one hand, and reached into a small pouch with the other. Servia. Get ready for the ceremony and wait outside the stable.

Understood, Saphiria muttered. As she walked out of the reception room, her head tilted down. She moved her mouth silently as if to say Im sorry.

Dimitrys fist tightened, the vol pellets uneven surface digging into his palm. Saphiria had no reason to apologize: she did nothing wrong. The blame belonged to that damned collar and anyone responsible for its existence.

Dimitry, Delphine said, what happened during your trip that Saphiria hesitated to mention?

To avoid a slavers suspicion, he conjured the most believable half-lie he could. Sir Ernwin bribed me to convince you to let me work for him. Perhaps Saphiria wanted to avoid needless confrontation.

She grinned. Does he want you to work for him that much?

Dont trust him, my wondrous lady. Gerbalds infuriated gaze found a home on Dimitrys face. Those two are getting awfully close. Theyre conspiring against you.

Delphines expression grew grim. She launched several silver gadots at Dimitry from a large stack. Well find out the truth after the binding ceremony. For now, keep your distance from Saphiria. The traveling troupe is performing in the market square this afternoon. Go have some fun and enjoy a hearty meal. Ill know if you leave. She waved him away.

Was she keeping Dimitry occupied with food while she re-enchanted Saphirias collar? If so, the girl would be forced to reveal the full truth by tonight. Dimitry thought he had until tomorrow to plot an escape, but it seemed he had only a few hours.

Damn.

If only he had known sooner. His only options were to attempt an escape now or live life as a magically bound servant. The choice was obvious. Dimitry bowed, pocketed all five small coins, and left the reception hall. He rushed into his room and shut the door.

The old womans suspicious of you, and the oaf hates your guts, Precious whispered into his ear.

Obviously. Dimitry threw his leather bag onto the bed and crammed a small stash of metal tools and dried meat inside. I need you to keep an eye out for whoever will be following us.

As always.

Delphine told us we need to go to the market square. Itll probably be crowded. Would you be able to sense someone spying on us, anyway?

Humans trying to stay hidden are the easiest to find, Precious spoke like a hunter about deer.

Dimitry stacked strips of fabric between bottles of aqua vitae, boiled water, and willow bark extract. Lets go then.

But what about me?

He strapped the bag over his shoulder. What about you?

What do I get out of helping you and your wife escape?

My undying gratitude, secure human investments, and all the fruit your little heart could possibly want.

But I might be risking my life, Precious said, tugging on his ear. You gotta give me something better than that!

Well, what kind of things do you like?

Shiny things.

If youre talking about gold, forget it. I barely have money as is.

Gold? I cant even lift that. Try to be more creative.

Dimitrys biggest weaknessguessing what women want. You know that grass ribbon you use to tie your hair into a ponytail? Ill get you something a lot nicer.

Precious paused for a second. Thats not bad.

Keep track of anyone following us. Dimitry pushed the door open, looked both ways to confirm that the hallway was empty, and left the brothel.

Aside from alleyways filled with homeless, the pleasure district comprised desolate streets. The suns rays drowned out the light of glowing crimson stones bound to timber-framed walls. Hopefully, it would be the last time Dimitry saw them. He headed towards the market square.

Anyone? he whispered.

There are lots of shady characters around here. Its hard to tell.

Im counting on you. The words reluctantly slid out of his mouth.

Dimitry suppressed the urge to run, strolling through the streets instead. Head held highbut not high enough to expose the faerie concealed underneath his hoodhe melded into crowds. Before long, they arrived at the market square.

Two suspects, Precious said.

Aside from food stalls lining building walls and women carrying trays of meat pastries, the open field the size of a football stadium no longer contained people hawking their products. Instead, a crowd comprising the poor and well-off, young and old, hollered excited words at a central platform. On it stood a group of performers wearing tights enchanted with a light pink spell.

Tell me when one leaves, Dimitry said.

Yep.

Dimitry placed two sweaty fingers against his carotid artery. Pulse was rapid. Although he was no stranger to adrenaline, this rush was different. He had spent his life running from test to test, surgery to surgery, but none of it ever posed a tangible threat.

Now he was in a world far away from friends and family and held three lives in his hands. He preferred if they were trauma patients. His current task went beyond his skill set.

The cheering crowd bumped into Dimitry, waking him from his musings. He gave two stifled shouts to appear entranced by the show. It would be suspicious to be the only downcast faced man in a vibrant audience.

On stage, two performers held a third, while another stood in front of them.

Slipia! a performer yelled.

They launched a man across a rough wooden floor, and, like a penguin sliding along a snow-covered hill, he glided across the stage effortlessly, then up a ramp and flew into the sky. After several flips in mid-air, the performer landed unharmed in his coworkers arms.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Dimitry guessed that slipia reduced the coefficient of kinetic friction between the stage and the performer, allowing them to slide uninhibited across a wooden stage.

Ooh, I want to see! Preciouss face peeked out from under Dimitrys hood. Her golden ponytail brushed against Dimitrys cheek.

Were being watched. Focus on tracking, Dimitry whispered. When we get out of here, Ill bring you to all the shows you want.

You worry too much, Dumitry.

Dimitry tapped his foot against the floor. Didnt she express concern for her life a short while ago? He tried to hold his head still while scanning their surroundings, but the sheer population density made it challenging to identify pursuers. Dimitry forced his attention back on the show.

Each performer held a long iron rod and, one by one, chanted Attractia!. They approached each other, rods facing forward like jousters, but an unseen force repelled them at the last moment. A boy beside Dimitry screeched an ear-shattering laugh.

The crowd went silent when a performer held out a finger. Iron rod held out, he dashed across the central platform and cartwheeled over another rod perpendicular to the ground. The two rods stuck to one another and, like a flag at half-mast, the performer held onto its side. Deafening shouts came from every direction.

The iron rods repelled and attracted one another. Did attractia magnetize them?

Precious excited breaths tickled Dimitrys ears. What happened this time?

Are the pursuers still there?

She stayed silent for a while. I cant sense two anymore.

I asked you to tell me as soon as one left, didnt I?

No need to get so mad.

Dimitry took a deep breath. I know the shows exciting, but I really need your help.

Fine, fine.

The crowd grew in size and density, flooding the entire market square. Forceful shoves from onlookers pushed Dimitry further towards the center. That was good. The more packed the venue, the easier it would be to sneak out undetected. He wiped a sweaty palm against his pants and turned his gaze towards the central platform.

Every performer on stage clapped, and the crowd followed suit. The speed and volume rose until shouts and hands slapping against one another drowned out individual voices. A dozen men in tights held hands, forming a circle. They spun round and round as if preparing for a dramatic finale.

Dimitrys heart rate soared; the muscular organ pounded against his chest. He clutched the leather bag strap tighter into his shoulder, ready to barge through a compact cluster of people.

Noisia!

Screams and claps grew thrice-fold, as if to tear out Dimitrys eardrums. He slammed a finger into each ear to repel encroaching tinnitus and hearing loss.

Hold on tight, Dimitry tried to shout into his tunic. The vocal cords in his larynx vibrated futilely.

Like someone at a rock concert, a man whose throat bulged vasculature raged alongside countless cheering masses that shuffled and thrust their fists into the air.

Dimitry rammed through narrow crevices between people and forced his way through the crowd. Like an ideal gas, they shoved from all sides and cut off every exit. Precious clung to his neck to avoid getting crushed. After a minute of tunneling, a cool breeze swept away the humid air of urine and sweat.

Are you okay? Dimitry whispered into his cloak.

I can barely hear you! Precious hissed. My ears are ringing!

Cover them next time. Are we still being followed?

T-theyre pushing through the crowd right behind us.

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