A Quest of Heroes

  He wondered if her note was a hoax. That was probably it. She was probably just making fun of him, the country bumpkin, amusing herself at his expense. After all, how could someone of her rank, really have any interest in him?

  Thor looked down and read her note again, then rolled it back up in shame. He had been made fun of. What a fool he was to get his hopes up like that. It hurt him deeply.

  Thor turned and prepared to head back into the castle, head lowered. Just as he reached for the door, a voice rang out.

  “And where are you going?” came the joyful voice. It sounded like a bird’s song.

  Thor wondered if he was imagining it. He spun, searching, and there she was, sitting in the shade beneath a castle wall. She smiled back, dressed in her royal finest, layers of white satin dress, with pink trim, and she looked even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

  It was her. Gwendolyn. The girl he had been dreaming about since they had met, with her almond, blue eyes and long strawberry hair, with her smile that lit his heart. She wore a large white-and-pink hat, shading her from the sun, beneath which her eyes sparkled; he could hardly believe she was looking at him. For a moment he felt like turning around to make sure that there was no one else standing behind him that she could be looking at.

  “Um…” Thor began. “I…um…don’t know. I…um…was going inside.”

  Once again, he was finding himself flustered around her, finding it hard to collect his thoughts and articulate them.

  She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

  “And why would you be doing that?” she asked, playful. “You just arrived.”

  Thor was flustered. His tongue was tied.

  “I…um…couldn’t find you,” he said, embarrassed.

  She laughed again.

  “Well, I’m right here. Aren’t you going to come and get me?”

  She held out a single hand, and Thor rushed over to her, reached down and took her hand. He was electrified by the touch of her skin, so smooth and soft, her frail hand fitting perfectly inside of his. She looked up at him and let her hand linger there a moment, before slowly rising. He loved the feel of her fingertips in his palm, and hoped she would never take them away.

  She withdrew her hand, then placed her arm in his, locking arms. She began to walk, leading the way down the series of winding trails. They walked along a small cobblestone path, and soon they were inside a labyrinth of hedges, protected from outside view.

  Thor was nervous. He did not know if he, a commoner, would get in trouble, walking like this with the King’s daughter. He felt a light sweat break out on his forehead, and did not know if it was from the heat or from her touch.

  He wasn’t sure what to say.

  “You’ve caused quite a stir here, haven’t you?” she asked with a smile. He was grateful that she broke the awkward silence.

  Thor shrugged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  She laughed. “And why wouldn’t you mean to? Isn’t it good to cause a stir?”

  Thor was stymied. He hardly knew how to respond. It seemed as if he always said the wrong thing.

  “This place is so stuffy and boring anyway,” she said. “It’s nice to have a newcomer. My father seems to have taken quite a liking to you. So has my brother.”

  “Um…thanks,” Thor replied.

  He was kicking himself, dying inside. He knew he should say more, and he wanted to. He just did not know what to say.

  “Do you…” he began, racking his brain for the right thing to say, “like it here?”

  She leaned back and laughed.

  “Do I like it here?” she. “But I should hope so. I live here!”

  She laughed again and Thor felt himself redden. He felt that he was really messing things up. But he wasn’t raised around girls, he had never had a girlfriend in his village, and he just didn’t know what to say to her. What could he ask her? Where are you from? He already knew where she was from. He started to wonder why she bothered with him; was it just for her amusement?

  “Why do you like me?” he asked.

  She looked back at him, and made a funny sound.

  “You are a presumptuous boy,” she chuckled. “Who says I like you?” she asked with a huge smile. Clearly, everything he said amused her.

  Thor now felt as if he’d gotten himself into deeper trouble.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I was just wondering. I mean…um…I know you don’t like me.”

  She laughed harder.

  “You are amusing, I have to give you that. I take it you’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?”

  Thor looked down and shook his head, humiliated.

  “I assume no sisters, either?” she pressed.

  Thor shook his head.

  “I have three brothers,” he blurted out. Finally, at least, he had managed to say something normal.

  “Do you?” she asked. “And where are they? Back in your village?”

  Thor shook his head. “No, they are here, in the Legion, with me.”

  “Well that must be comforting.”

  Thor shook his head.

  “No. They don’t like me. They wish I wasn’t here.”

  It was the first time her smile dropped.

  “And why wouldn’t they like you?” she asked, horrified. “Your own brothers?”

  Thor shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

  They walked a while more in silence. He was suddenly afraid that he was killing their happy mood.

  “But don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me. It’s always been that way. In fact, actually, I’ve met good friends here. Better friends than I’ve ever had.”

  “My brother? Reece?” she asked.

  Thor nodded.

  “Reece is a good one,” she said. “He’s my favorite in some ways. I have four brothers, you know. Three are true, and one is not. The eldest is my dad’s son from another woman. My half-brother. You know him, Kendrick?”

  Thor nodded. “I owe him a great debt. It is thanks to him that I have a spot in the Legion. He’s a fine man.”

  “It’s true. He’s one of the finest men in the kingdom. I love him, as much as a true brother. And then there’s Reece, who I love just as much. The other two…well…. You know how families are. Not everyone gets along. Sometimes I wonder how the four of us all come from the same people.”

  Now Thor was curious. He wanted to know more about who they were, her relationship to them, why they were weren’t close. He wanted to ask her, but didn’t want to pry. And she didn’t seem to want to dwell on it, either. She seemed to be a happy person, a person who only liked to focus on happy things.

  As they finished the labyrinth trail, the courtyard opened up, and Thor was amazed to see a new garden, where the grass was perfectly trimmed and designed into shapes, with huge wooden pieces placed on it. It was a massive game board of some sort, sprawling at least fifty feet in each direction, with huge wooden pieces, higher than Thor, placed throughout.

  Gwen cried out in delight.

  “Will you play?” she asked.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  She turned, her eyes opened wide in amazement.

  “You’ve never played Racks?” she asked.

  Thor shook his head, embarrassed, feeling more like a country rube than ever.

  “It is the finest game!” she exclaimed.

  She reached out with her two hands and yanked his, dragging him onto the field. She bounded off with delight and he couldn’t help but smile himself, as she tugged him. More than anything, more than the field, more than this beautiful place, it was the feel of her hands on his that electrified him. The feeling of being wanted. She wanted him to go with her. She wanted to spend time with him. He could hardly believe it. Why would anyone care about him? Especially someone like her? He still felt as if this were all a dream.

  “Stand over there,” she said. “Behind that piece. You have to move it, and you have only ten seconds to do so
.”

  “What do you mean move it?” Thor asked.

  “Choose a direction, quickly!” she cried out.

  Thor picked up the huge wooden block, surprised at its weight. He carried it several steps, and put it down on another square.

  Without hesitating, Gwen pushed her own piece over, and it landed on Thor’s, knocking his down to the ground.

  She cried out in delight.

  “That was a bad move!” she said. “You got right in my way! You lost!”

  Thor looked at the two pieces on the ground, puzzled. He didn’t understand this game at all.

  She laughed, taking his arm as she continued to lead him down the trails.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” she said.

  His heart soared at her words. She’d teach him. He could hardly believe it. She would teach him. She wanted to see him again. To spend time with him. Was he imagining all of this?

  “So tell me, what do you think of this place?” she asked, as she led him into another series of labyrinths. This one was decorated with flowers, eight feet high, bursting with color, strange insects hovering over their tips.

  “It is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen,” Thor answer truthfully.

  “And why do you want to be a member of the Legion?”

  “It is all I ever dreamed of,” he replied.

  “But why?” she asked. “Because you want to serve my father?”

  Thor thought about that. He’d never really wondered why—it was always just there.

  “Yes,” answered. “I do. And the Ring.”

  “But what about life?” she asked. “Don’t you want to have a family? Land? A wife?”

  She stopped and looked at him; it threw him. He was frazzled. He had never considered these things before, and he hardly knew how to respond. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced back at him.

  “Um…I…I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”

  “And what would your mother say about that?” she asked, playfully.

  Thor’s smile lowered.

  “I don’t have a mother,” he said.

  Her smile dropped, for the first time.

  “What happened to her?” she asked.

  Thor was about to answer her, to tell her everything. It would be the first time in his life that he had ever spoken about her, to anyone. And the crazy thing was, he wanted to. He wanted, desperately, to open up to her, this stranger, and to let her know everything about his deepest feelings.

  But as he opened his mouth to speak, suddenly a harsh voice came from out of nowhere.

  “Gwendolyn!” shrieked the voice.

  They both spun to see her mother, the Queen, dressed in her finest, accompanied by her handmaids, marching right for her daughter. Her face was livid.

  She walked right up to her, grabbed her roughly by the arm, and yanked her away.

  “You get back inside right now. What did I tell you? I don’t want you speaking to him ever again. Do you understand me?”

  Gwen’s face reddened, then transformed with anger and pride.

  “Get off of me!” she yelled at her mother. But it was no use: her mother kept dragging her away, and her handmaids encircled her, too.

  “I said get off of me!” Gwen yelled. She turned and took one look back at Thor, with a desperate, sad look, one of pleading.

  Thor understood the feeling. It was one that he felt himself. He wanted to call out to her, and felt his heart breaking as he watched her get dragged away. It was like watching a future life get taken away from him, right before his eyes.

  He stood there for long after she disappeared from view, staring, rooted to the place, breathless. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to forget all of this.

  Most of all, he did not want to imagine that he might not ever see her again.

  *

  As Thor ambled back to the castle, still reeling from his encounter with Gwen, he was barely even aware of his surroundings. His mind was consumed by thoughts of her; he could not stop seeing her face. She was magnificent. The most beautiful and kind and sweet and gentle and loving and funny person he had ever met. He needed to see her again. He actually felt pained at the absence of her presence. He didn’t understand his feelings for her, and that scared him. He barely knew her, yet he knew already that he could not be without her.

  Yet at the same time, he thought back to her mother, yanking her way, and his stomach sank to think of the powerful forces standing between them. Forces that did not want them to be together, for some reason.

  As he racked his brain, trying to get to the bottom of it, suddenly he felt a stiff hand on his chest, stopping him hard in his tracks.

  He looked up to see a boy, maybe a couple of years older than him, tall and thin, dressed in the most expensive clothes he had ever seen—in royal purple and green and scarlet silks, with an elaborate feathered hat—grimacing down. The boy looked dainty, spoiled, as if raised in the lap of luxury, with softened hands and high arched eyebrows that peered down disdainfully.

  “They call me Alton,” the boy began. “I am the son of Lord Alton, first cousin to the King. We have been lords of the realm for seven centuries. Which entitles me to be a Duke. You, by contrast, are a commoner,” he said, nearly spitting the word. “The royal court is for royalty. And for men of rank. Not for your kind.”

  Thor stood there, having no idea who this boy was or what he had done to upset him.

  “What do you want of me?” Thor asked.

  Alton snickered.

  “Of course, you would not know. You probably don’t know anything, do you? How dare you barge in here and pretend to be one of us!” he spat.

  Thor hardly knew how to respond.

  “I’m not pretending anything,” he said.

  “Well, I don’t care whatever wave you washed in on. I just want to warn you, before you get any more fantasies in your head, that Gwendolyn is mine.”

  Thor stared back, shocked. His? He hardly knew what to say.

  “Our marriage has been arranged since birth,” Alton continued. “We are of the same age, and of the same rank. Plans are already in motion. Don’t you dare think, even for instant, that it will be any different.”

  Thor felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him; he didn’t even have the strength to respond.

  Alton took a step closer, and stared down.

  “You see,” he said in a soft voice, “I allow Gwen her flirtations. She has many. Every once in a while she’ll take pity on a commoner, or perhaps a servant. She will allow them to be her entertainment, her amusement. You might have come to the conclusion that it is something more. But that’s all it is for Gwynn. You are just another acquaintance, another amusement. She collects them, like dolls. They don’t mean anything to her. She’s excited by the newest commoner, and after a day or two, she gets bored. She shall drop you quickly. You’re nothing to her, really. And by year’s end she and I will be wed. Forever.”

  The boy’s eyes opened wide, and Thor could see his fierce determination.

  Thor felt his heart breaking at his words. Were they true? Was he really nothing to Gwynn? Now he was confused; he hardly knew what to believe. She had seemed so genuine. But maybe Thor had just been jumping to the wrong conclusion?

  “You’re lying,” Thor finally said back.

  Alton sneered, and then raised a single, pampered finger, and jabbed it into Thor’s chest.

  “If I see you near your again, I’ll use my authority to call the royal guard. They will have you imprisoned!”

  “On what grounds!?” Thor asked.

  “I need no grounds. I have rank here. I will make one up, and it is me they will believe. By the time I’m done slandering you, half the kingdom will believe you are a criminal.”

  Alton smiled, self-satisfied; Thor felt sick.

  “You lack honor,” Thor said, uncomprehending that anyone could act with such indecency.

  Alton laughed, a high-pitched sound.

 
“I never had it to begin with,” he said. “Honor is for fools. I have what I want. You can keep your honor. And I will have Gwendolyn.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Thor walked with Reece out the arched gate of King’s Court and onto the country road that led to the Legion’s barracks. The guards stood at attention for them as they passed and Thor felt a great sense of belonging. He was finally starting to feel like he wasn’t such an outsider. He thought back to just a few days before, when a guard had chased him out of here. How much had changed, so quickly.

  Thor heard a screeching and looked up to see, high overhead, Estopheles, circling, looking down. She dove, and Thor, excited, held out his wrist, still wearing the metal gauntlet. But she rose again, and flew off. She flew higher and higher, never completely out of sight. Thor wondered. She was a mystical animal, and he felt an intense connection to her that was hard to explain.

  Thor and Reece continued in silence, keeping a quick pace towards the barracks. Thor knew his brethren would be awaiting him, and wondered what sort of reception he would receive. Would there be envy, jealousy? Would they be mad that he got all this attention? Would they make fun of him for being carried back across the canyon? Or would they finally accept him?

  Thor hoped it was the latter. He was tired of struggling with the rest of the Legion and just wanted, more than anything, to belong. To be accepted as one of them.

  The barracks came into sight in the distance, and Thor’s mind began to be preoccupied with something else.

  Gwendolyn.

  Thor didn’t know how much he could talk to Reece about this, given that it was his sister. But he could not get her out of his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking of his encounter with that menacing royal, Alton, and wondered how much of what he said was true. A part of him feared to discuss it with Reece, not wanting to risk upsetting him somehow and losing his new friend over his sister. But another part of him had to know what he thought.

  “Who is Alton?” Thor finally asked, hesitant.

  “Alton?” Reece repeated. “Why do you ask of him?”