Temple novice Katia wants nothing more than to become a priest in the Temple of the Triple Gods. She tries hard to do the right thing, but she's on her last chance to convince Elder Sevanya, the King's Priest, that she can do the job. While she's belatedly setting up the incense to prove she's a competent acolyte, Katia overhears the king's brother plotting to kill the king. She steals the Kingstone to protect it and to deliver it to the true heir with a message: the killer is after him too.
Not knowing who to trust, Katia keeps her mission secret. Her theft of the precious stone puts a price on her head and she disguises herself as a boy to undertake the dangerous journey across sea and land to the true heir's palace. Doing the right thing just got a lot harder. Will the Triple Gods forgive her?
Temple novice Katia wants nothing more than to become a priest in the Temple of the Triple Gods. She tries hard to do the right thing, but she's on her last chance to convince Elder Sevanya, the King's Priest, that she can do the job. While she's belatedly setting up the incense to prove she's a competent acolyte, Katia overhears the king's brother plotting to kill the king. She steals the Kingstone to protect it and to deliver it to the true heir with a message: the killer is after him too.
Not knowing who to trust, Katia keeps her mission secret. Her theft of the precious stone puts a price on her head and she disguises herself as a boy to undertake the dangerous journey across sea and land to the true heir's palace. Doing the right thing just got a lot harder. Will the Triple Gods forgive her?
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Temple novice Katia wants nothing more than to become a priest in the Temple of the Triple Gods. She tries hard to do the right thing, but she's on her last chance to convince Elder Sevanya, the King's Priest, that she can do the job. While she's belatedly setting up the incense to prove she's a competent acolyte, Katia overhears the king's brother plotting to kill the king. She steals the Kingstone to protect it and to deliver it to the true heir with a message: the killer is after him too.
Not knowing who to trust, Katia keeps her mission secret. Her theft of the precious stone puts a price on her head and she disguises herself as a boy to undertake the dangerous journey across sea and land to the true heir's palace. Doing the right thing just got a lot harder. Will the Triple Gods forgive her?
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| ISBN-13: | 9781945805240 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Bedazzled Ink Publishing Company |
| Publication date: | 05/24/2017 |
| Pages: | 186 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.50(d) |
| Age Range: | 9 - 12 Years |
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Kingstone
By Katherine Hetzel
Bedazzled Ink Publishing, LLC
Copyright © 2017 Katherine HetzelAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-945805-24-0
CHAPTER 1
Katia Comes Home
KING BERTRANN'S SHIP slid past Indigon's famous purple-grey cliffs, far enough out to avoid the deadly rocks jumbled at their base, yet near enough for those on deck to make out the black holes of mine entrances pockmarking their steep sides.
A bubble of happiness swelled inside Katia's chest at the sight. Home at last, after six months that had felt like a lifetime. Thank the gods she hadn't had to wait the full two years to return, unlike those she'd left behind at the Academy. No wonder they'd made things so uncomfortable for her after the announcement.
Mind you, no one had been more surprised than Katia herself, when she was told she'd be part of the king's entourage for this unexpected and hastily arranged trip. She wasn't exactly top of any classes and there were plenty of other novices who deserved the honour much more than she did.
But — and this was the important thing to remember — you didn't say no to the king's priest when she picked you for something. Not if you wanted to get on in the temple. And more than anything else, Katia wanted to get on.
Tiny lights twinkled high up on the cliffs, lighting the wooden walkways which connected the separate indigolite caverns. Somewhere up there, Katia's Da and brother Ned would be nearing the end of their ten-hour shift, having worked hard to earn their money.
A pang of guilt stabbed at Katia but she squashed it quickly. It wouldn't be wasted effort on their part, not if she tried really hard — "It looks as though the rock is sparkling."
"Gods!" Katia yelped, and with more haste than care made the greeting to Elder Sevanya who'd appeared noiselessly at her side.
Right hand, circle for the sun. Left, a crescent round the circle for the moon. Now fingertips of both hands together: mountain.
Sevanya sighed. "Left for sun, right for moon, Katia. Like the symbol."
"Sorry." Katia dug her nails into her palms and hid the fists deep in the folds of her skirt. She was still getting it wrong, even after six months at the Academy. Her right hand took the lead every time. She sneaked a sideways glance at Sevanya, whose attention was fixed on the lights high above them.
How did the king's priest manage to look so perfect, even after days of travelling? Sevanya's purple dress was uncreased, her grey travelling coat unmarked by salt, and her pale hair was still tightly braided — as expected of Senior and Elder female priests.
By comparison, Katia's own cream novice's robe was watermarked at the hem and stained with gravy, because plates refused to stay still on board a ship. There was a button missing from her brown wool coat and her hair was sticking out at all angles despite every attempt she'd made to tame her dark curls. No wonder her fellow novices were always finding fault and telling her she'd never make it to Junior priest.
The beads woven into the ends of Sevanya's braids rattled quietly as she turned away from the cliffs. "Tell me, Katia, have you ever been up there, on the walkways?"
"Yes, Elder. Once, at night." Katia shivered, remembering the sheer drop to the rocks and sea, hundreds of feet below. "My brothers bet I was too scared, but I went to the first entrance and back. At least the wind wasn't blowing. Da says when the wind blows strong, the miners hug the cliff face and make sure their safety straps are clipped to the ropes, otherwise they'd get blown off."
"I should think a fair few prayers get said to the mountain god, asking for firm footing up there."
"Definitely. I know I said lots." Katia tried to ignore the fact that Sevanya was watching her closely. She had the feeling that the priest was looking for something, but what?
Suddenly, Sevanya sighed. "Katia, are you sure that you want to give your life to the temple of the triple gods? You don't have to be a novice to say prayers, you know."
"What?" For a moment, Katia was so startled, she couldn't say anything else. The bubble of happiness which had filled her chest just moments ago burst, leaving a hollow sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Yes, of course I do. It's all I've ever wanted."
"And your family? Is it what they wanted for you too?" She had to think hard before answering that one. "No, not at first." In fact, they'd positively discouraged her, thinking the training beyond her and far too expensive. "But once they got used to the idea, they supported me completely."
By taking on extra jobs and working all hours the gods sent, scrimping to make ends meet, and standing up against those who thought your dream was impossible to achieve.
"But things are not going very well for you at the Academy, are they?"
"No, but —" Katia swallowed hard. How did Sevanya know that? Surely keeping track of the novices and their training wasn't something the king's priest normally did?
"Your tutors have repeatedly informed me of your poor progress. It is that which made me decide to bring you on this journey."
She picked you because you're so bad?
Katia tried to concentrate on what Sevanya was saying through the buzzing in her ears.
The priest looked serious. "I am sorry to say that, during our time here, if you cannot demonstrate to my satisfaction the duties expected of a novice after the first six months of training, I shall have no option but to leave you behind when we return to Eraton, and consider your novitiate at an end."
This can't be happening. Please, let it be a dream!
Katia pinched herself hard but she didn't wake up, and Sevanya was still talking.
"The temple is not for everyone, Katia. The occasional novice does decide to leave the Academy, take a different course. There is no shame in being unsuited to temple life."
No shame? Of course it would be shameful. Tears prickled at the back of Katia's eyes and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop them falling. It was one thing if she decided not to continue the training for herself, but to have someone else make the decision for her? She'd be a failure, forced back into the dyeing sheds or weaving houses, destined always to watch but never take part in the temple services. And her family would never live it down either. They'd been stupid enough to believe their little Katia could make something of herself.
Sevanya's next words sounded as though they came from a great distance. "You were obviously not expecting this, so I will leave you to think on what I have said. Ask yourself, Katia, is temple life really what you want? The gods will always value your prayers, whether they are said within the temple or out."
Katia stared up at the lights on the cliff, vaguely aware of Sevanya walking away. Strange. The lights didn't seem to be shining so brightly now. And it wasn't just the lights on the cliff that had lost their shine; in an instant, the sparkle had gone out of the whole trip. The fact that rain clouds were building in the distance and the breeze had turned cold didn't help. Surely things couldn't get much worse?
She'd actually thanked the triple gods when she'd been picked to come to Indigon, but now, it felt like those same gods were laughing at her. They'd put a dream into her head, a dream of serving them for the rest of her life and it was all going to be snatched away unless she improved — fast. For her own sake, and for her family, could she do it?
"Please, let me get everything right," Katia prayed in a whisper, hoping that the gods were listening. "I want to be a priest so much, I promise I'll do whatever you want me to, if you help me prove I can be a good novice. Please."
She pulled her coat tighter and shivered. The lights on the cliff had disappeared now — the ship was sailing quickly along the coast in the strengthening wind, heading towards the jagged gash in the sheer rock face, which was the entrance to Indigon's natural harbour.
The lighthouses on either side were flashing both a warning and a welcome to the ships sailing through the broken cliffs. Legend had it that the mountain god had split the cliff face in two with an axe and scooped out the earth behind to make the harbour, but Katia's Da had told her it happened when a mighty tremor shook Indigon, forcing the cliffs apart at a point of weakness and sending the earth behind them sinking into the sea. Whichever story was true, the people of Indigon had been quick to recognise the value in such a sheltered place, building docks and storehouses and a road to the town on top of the cliff.
And not just to the town. Katia glanced up at the man-made towers and walls of the castle, which blended almost seamlessly with the natural stone high above her. That's where they would be staying, where she would be put to the test.
She shoved that thought to the back of her mind. There wasn't much she could do on that score — yet. Instead, she distracted herself with what she could see in the harbour.
A forest of masts rose from the water, swaying gently with the movement of the sea. Noisy crowds of weathered sailors, richly dressed merchants, and tradesfolk filled the quayside. Supplies from the mainland and far-flung corners of the world — bolts of cotton and silk, barrels which might contain salted cheese or pickled vegetables or exotic fruit, huge jars of oil — were being unloaded and stacked on carts for the journey up to town. Other carts were being emptied of the raw fleeces, cones of dyed wool, and woven blankets which Indigon was famous for, all of them now disappearing into empty cargo holds. There was even a consignment of raw indigolite heading for the mainland, for what else could be carried in a small wooden chest, yet need four men — each of them dressed in leather armour, and wielding clubs — to guard it?
In the middle of all the hustle and bustle and noise was a single patch of stillness. The man standing right in the centre of it appeared to repel the crowd; it parted and flowed round him like water round a rock.
The long grey jacket he wore had a splash of colour on the left breast, the distinctive symbol of the triple gods. Half golden and rayed, half silver and smooth, the two halves joined by a triangle of green: sun, moon, and mountain. Sevanya had the same symbol on her travelling cloak, and Katia would earn a black-and-white version of the same when — if — she completed her training and became a Junior priest.
"That's Harolt, Elder of the castle temple." Sevanya had rejoined Katia at the ship's rail. "He has a keen sense for detail, used to teach at the Academy."
Katia's stomach tightened. She'd heard all about Elder Harolt, even though he'd left the Academy shortly before she'd arrived. According to the older novices, he'd refused an offer to join the Enclave of Elders and taken up a position in a private temple. The same novices had told how he used to make them practise lighting incense burners until the fumes made their heads spin, and how his favourite essay topic was the correct length for trimmed candle wicks. No one had said which private temple he'd gone to.
Why did it have to be this one? Hadn't Katia got enough to worry about, impressing Sevanya, without having Harolt's beady eye on her too? And his eyes did look beady, even from this distance. They were dark holes in a severe face, a face with a high forehead, dark hair greased back over the ears, and a beard — braided and beaded as it should be for a male Elder — which made Harolt's long face appear even longer.
Something fluttered deep in Katia's stomach and she pressed a hand against it, trying to keep the fluttering thing still as a group of men appeared on deck, giving her something else to think about.
"Can we embark yet?" King Bertrann demanded, striding towards Sevanya with Sergeant Brand and the royal guard following him. "The gods know I'm eager to say Even Prayer on solid ground for the first time in days."
Sevanya's usually severe expression relaxed into a smile. "We all are, sire. But unless you want to jump, we'll have to wait for the gangplank to be put in place."
Colour flooded Katia's cheeks. She still couldn't get used to how Sevanya spoke to the king — almost as a friend or an equal. Perhaps spending so many years as his priest allowed her certain privileges? Katia didn't fancy trying the informal approach herself; knowing what was at stake, she stuck to what she'd been taught and bowed.
"Ha!" Bertrann peered over the side of the ship. "Bit too far, think I'll wait. Is Arolf here yet?"
"No. But Elder Harolt is." Sevanya pointed him out.
Bertrann grunted. "My brother's sent the string bean instead of coming himself?"
Katia giggled — couldn't help it. Elder Harolt was very tall and very thin. String bean was a perfect description. Then she gulped.
The king's looking at you, must've heard you laughing.
The last thing she needed was to catch the king's attention as well. Why did she find it so hard to behave like a proper novice? She stiffened when Bertrann leant towards her.
"We all call him that in secret," he said in a loud whisper. "Don't ever say it to his face, though. He doesn't like it." There was a twinkle in his eye and several of the royal guards were smirking.
Before Katia could answer, there was a loud crash, indicating that the gangplank was in place.
"Right. Let's go." Bertrann strode quickly down it, all his guard — except for the sergeant — close behind him.
"Elder Sevanya, may I speak with you?" the sergeant said.
Sevanya paused, one foot on the gangplank. "Yes?"
Talk about timing. Katia sighed. All she wanted to do was get off the ship, out of the cold, and up to the castle. But a good novice probably wouldn't complain, so she tried to be patient instead.
Sergeant Brand moved closer. "Elder, the king will still not act with caution, in spite of the intelligence we have received," he said, his voice low. "There is no evidence at all of a new seam of indigolite —"
Katia's ears pricked up. A new seam of indigolite? No wonder the king had been keen to come on this trip. A new seam meant more work for the miners, even if they never did get to see the raw stones worked and polished into brilliant gems ... and it meant more money for the royal coffers, of course.
"I understand your concerns," Sevanya interrupted, drawing herself up to her full height. She still only reached the sergeant's shoulder, but there was no hint of easy-going-friend-of-the-king about her now. She oozed authority. "I'm sure there is no cause for concern. There is no indication of any danger, the king is well protected and he will not be here longer than he needs to be."
"And if it's all a fabrication? A ruse to draw the king away from Eraton?" The sergeant frowned, his hand straying to his sword hilt. "I trust Arolf about as far as I could throw him."
"Then trust me instead." Sevanya's smile looked strained. "Treat this visit as a chance to build bridges in what you know to be a ... delicate relationship. Even if there is no new indigolite seam."
"I'm not sure. Something doesn't feel right ..." Sergeant Brand shook his head. "Can't put my finger on it, though. Remain alert, Elder, please. Just in case."
"I will." Sevanya gave the briefest of nods as an acknowledgement. "Thank you, sergeant. Katia, come."
Katia darted after Sevanya, replaying Sergeant Brand's words in her head. Just because he hadn't been able to find anything out about the new seam didn't mean there wasn't one — Arolf could be keeping it a closely guarded secret. Or perhaps Arolf simply wanted to make up for the arguments of the past? Sevanya was the king's priest, spoke directly to the gods, and advised the king accordingly. Neither she nor the gods would allow the king to walk blindly into danger, would they?
Course not.
Even so, a little worm of doubt began to wriggle in Katia's mind.
Everyone in the royal party — with the exception of Sevanya — formed the hand greeting when they reached Elder Harolt.
"Left, sun, right, moon, together, mountain," Katia muttered under her breath, determined to get it right this time.
Harolt bowed so low to the king, his back cracked. "Welcome, sire," he said, straightening up. "Lord Arolf sends his apologies that he could not be here to meet you in person."
Bertrann frowned. "Huh. Maybe one day he'll surprise me, treat me like a king."
"Lord Arolf was unavoidably detained sire," Harolt replied quickly, "and as we were not completely certain of the time of your arrival, he —"
The king waved away the Elder's explanation. "You don't have to make excuses for him, Harolt. It's not that much of a problem. I know my brother well enough to realise that nothing gets in the way of business, especially when it relates to the mines. It makes sense to send someone else instead. After all, your expertise is not indigolite, is it?"
Harolt's mouth tightened into what looked like a smile. "No, sire. As you so helpfully point out, I am," the smile wavered for a second, "not versed in matters of business, only in matters of the temple."
"No harm done, then." Bertrann rubbed his hands together. "So. Let's get up to the castle and you can demonstrate what you are versed in when you conduct Even Prayer." He cast a glance towards the setting sun, visible through the break in the cliffs. "I assume we'll make it in time?"
"Lord Arolf would not have sent me to meet you if he thought otherwise. I have horses and mules waiting. This way please, sire."
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
CHAPTER 1 Katia Comes Home,CHAPTER 2 Beyond the Master's Gate,
CHAPTER 3 The Kingstone,
CHAPTER 4 Foogoo for Dinner,
CHAPTER 5 Betrayal,
CHAPTER 6 Losing Katia,
CHAPTER 7 A Disguise Tested,
CHAPTER 8 The Mermaid,
CHAPTER 9 Storm,
CHAPTER 10 The Ministry of Confession,
CHAPTER 11 Another Survivor,
CHAPTER 12 A Crack Shot,
CHAPTER 13 Campfire Crisis,
CHAPTER 14 A Difficult Childhood,
CHAPTER 15 Eraton, At Last,
CHAPTER 16 The Journeyman's Arms,
CHAPTER 17 Return of the Flower Seller,
CHAPTER 18 Revelations,
CHAPTER 19 Teamwork,
CHAPTER 20 A Royal Appointment,
CHAPTER 21 Fighting Back,
CHAPTER 22 Sun, Moon, and Mountain,
CHAPTER 23 Owning Up,
CHAPTER 24 Summoned,
CHAPTER 25 A New Priest,