“There are numerous plants and herbs that when ingested can remove memories, but unfortunately there are no known cures. Maybe over time they will return,” Lorna said solemnly. She walked over to a side wall and pulled a golden cord. This time a different servant came at the summons.
“Thalia, you must be tired and we have much to discuss. Forrest will take you to the kitchens and show you to a guest room. Tomorrow morning we will meet again to decide what we will do with you.” Lorna spoke softly and then turned her back to me.
That’s it. I was dismissed. But she was right, my stomach was growling and I suddenly felt very exhausted. I let Forrest lead me down the halls as I stared at his back. Forrest was an elderly servant with a noble demeanor. He never spoke as he led me to the kitchen and patiently waited while I grabbed a handful of stuffed pastries, fruit and bread, items that would keep and be easy to eat later. Taking a bite out of an apple, I followed Forrest to a small guest room. I didn’t feel like eating in the kitchen or dining room and have to answer any more questions. The guest room would do.
It was small cozy, with a single window that overlooked the garden in the back of the keep. The bed was very soft, too soft, and once again I found myself unable to sleep. Grabbing a blanket I curled up on the hard floor and prayed that I wouldn’t dream tonight.
Chapter 5
“It’s been decided,” Lorna spoke on behalf of all of the Adepts except for Cirrus, who was still absent. “Until we have more information about the Septori and their leader, that it would be best if you stayed here within the Citadel.”
I let out a puff of air I didn’t know I was holding. We were once again meeting in the same room as yesterday and from the looks of it, it seems that the Adepts got as much sleep as I did, which was slim to none.
Lorna studied me thoughtfully before continuing. “Since you are not Denai it would be useless to enroll you in our program. Also, it is too dangerous to send you out into the city without protection and no way to make a living, so we agreed that it is in your best interest if you become our ward. Queen Lilyana has agreed as well and is personally looking into this herself.”
I could see out of the corner of my eyes a few of the Adepts nodding their head in agreement with Lorna.
My heart fluttered apprehensively in my chest. It sounded too good to be true, and I found myself second guessing their decisions and looking for an ulterior motive. No one was this kind without wanting something in return, there were no such things as handouts. Maybe I was just blinded by the cruelty of the Septori and was waiting for an ambush in the darkness that likely would never come. The only reason I could see for letting me stay in the Citadel was that they wanted to keep me close, and rightfully so, they didn’t trust me and I didn’t trust them. When I thought about their request, I realized I was exchanging one prison for another. Although this cell was much bigger, with a ready supply of food and a softer bed, it was still a prison. I was up most of the night dreading that I would be turned loose on the street with no way to support myself. And, not remembering if I have family, I wouldn’t know where to turn. I had pondered different ways of trying to survive. Just the thought of living on the streets made me shiver. And I did.
“For how long,” I asked hesitantly, “would I be allowed to stay? How long would I be a ward of the Citadel?” When they said I was to become a ward that could have any number of implications. It could mean the Adepts would have total control in what I do until I reached adulthood, or until they decided the Septori was no longer a threat to me. I needed to hear that there was a way out, a backdoor to this prison that I could escape through without fear of being tracked down by their guards.
It was Adept Kambel who leaned forward and spoke quietly and reassuringly. “For as long as you want or until your family is found.” A small smile escaped the corner of his mouth and I could see that he at least was pleased with the announcement. My eyes darted and I could see Adept Breah staring daggers at the tapestry behind me, refusing to speak or make eye contact with anyone, her anger evident in her flushed cheeks. I looked at the tapestry and couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary beyond the depiction of a hunter on a horse bringing down an elk.