smelled.
“I’m sorry you had to drink that. Krastic tea isn’t the best tasting, but there is no better healing remedy anywhere in Va’siel. It is also quite potent. It will put you straight to sleep before you can even….”
~ ~ ~
“So you are finally up,” said the man. “You have been in bed for the last three days, but it appears you are doing much better now.”
Falcon did feel better. His weakness had all but disappeared. His eyesight, too, had returned to normal. He now got a better look at the man who had rescued him. He was large, about seven feet tall. A long white braid of hair ran down to his lower back. A single prayer bead adorned the bottom of his braid.
“Thanks for everything,” said Falcon. He sat up slowly. He still wasn’t sure how much he’d recovered. “I would have died without you.”
“Don’t mention it. I am always willing to help someone in need.”
“You wouldn’t have bothered if you knew who I was. Helping me is going to make you beyond unpopular with the people around here.”
The man chuckled. “Young man, I know exactly who you are. You are the brother of Albert Hyatt.”
Falcon lip’s parted. “Why did you save me, then? Don’t you know what happened?”
The man ran his hand through his mustache. “What people say about Albert is not true. And even if it were, it wouldn’t matter. Each person is responsible for their own destiny. You should not carry your brother’s burden, nor anyone else’s.
Falcon decided he liked this man. Though he couldn’t help but wonder why he was so sure of Albert’s innocence.
“How do you know my brother is not guilty? It’s not like you knew him.”
“Sure I did. I have trained countless warriors throughout my life, but never did I train one who compared to your brother.”
Falcon’s mouth hung open. “What? That can’t be. Albert trained at the academy.”
“It is true that he trained at the royal academy, but who do you think trained him to be good enough to be accepted in the first place?”
Falcon remained speechless. How had I not known this?
The man continued, “To be fair, Albert was already gifted when he came to me. He was a prodigy, but even a blind man could see he had received good training from an early age.”
“My father—” Falcon caught his breath, the sudden turn of events was too much to take in at once. “My father trained him since he was two years old.” He went back to the question roiling in his head. “But, I don’t get it. He never mentioned you. Not once.”
“Albert was an honorable warrior, one who was bound by the code of chivalry. I asked him not to mention to anyone that he was receiving training with me. If word got out, it could have ruined his hopes of being accepted into the royal academy. He was simply keeping a promise to an old man.”
“Why would training with you ruin his chances at the academy?” Falcon asked, frustrated by his inability to arrive at a clear answer.
“Because like you, young Mister Hyatt, I am not much liked by the people of Ladria. Why do you think I live deep in the forest away from their prying eyes?”
Falcon shot him a puzzled look. “Who are you?”
The man got up and extended his hand. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself. I am K’ran Ryker, former Grand General of the United Armies of Ladria.
CHAPTER 6
Falcon stared at the ceiling. The paper lantern’s light was beginning to fade. The strong smell of burnt wax made it obvious the candle was about to die out, just in time for sunlight to filter through the thin curtains.
The door opened and K’ran barged in. In his hand he carried a mug of that awful remedy Falcon had been forced to drink for the past four days.
“Oh, please, no more,” he whined. “I feel much better now. I promise.”
“You’re well enough to plow fields?”
Falcon jumped. “Yes.” Perhaps K’ran wasn’t serious, but Falcon was. Anything was better than