The youngest prince of Rivand stared at the sky. The moon had risen and was new. He lifted the bottle of wine and drank
deeply. If only he could find something
to be other than the wastrel prince, a man without a place in the kingdom. He drank again and finished the bottle. When he gestured for another, he saw the
palace page appear. Kristen tried to
make himself invisible. There could be
no other man or woman in this tavern being sought by the king.
He watched the page search the faces of the men gathered around the tables. Perhaps he wouldn’t be seen here on the
balcony. His hopes were dashed when the
page hurried through the crowded room and appeared at Kristan’s side, “Your sire requests your presence.”
Kristin rose and followed the boy to the tavern door. At least he hadn’t imbibed enough to make his
stagger. He mounted his horse and rode
through town to the imposing stone building that had been his home for all his
life.
As he entered the throne room, she saw his father waited. His oldest brother usually sat at the king’s
side. Where was the crown prince? Did this mean his heir was about to be
born? Kristen shivered. One day, a crown prince might be called to
face the Witch of the Woods. He recalled the cryptic words he’d read in his
grandfather memoirs and remembered his vow to free the woman caught in the
amber gem.
“Kristen,” his father’s voice was
low and rumbled with anger. “Your
conduct is unbecoming to a prince. I’m
tired of hearing of your constant pursuit of wine, women and dice.”
Kristan straightened. “What else
is there for me? My oldest brother
follows you. The second will be his
advisor. The third will head the
army. The fourth, the navy. The fifth the treasury and the sixth the
agriculture of Rivand. There is nothing
left for me.”
“Not so. There is marriage. One has been arranged with the daughter of
Wevald. Put your affairs in order. You leave at the end of the week.”
“I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never seen.” Kristan turned and fled the room.
“You will do as ordered,” The king
shouted.
Kristan raced along the empty corridors until he reached his
chambers. He sat on the edge of the bed
and wished the numbness of the liquor he’d drunk would return. He had to make plans. This marriage his father had arranged wasn’t
for him. From deep inside came the
certainty that for him there was another destiny though what he didn’t know.
He rose. He had to leave the
palace tonight. Where he would go, he
wasn’t sure. He found a haversack and
quickly packed a few changes of clothes.
From the chest at the foot of his bed he took the sleeping blanket he
had used on hunting trips. His hand
brushed a tear-shaped globe. He lifted
the amber crystal and held it to the candlelight.
“Emme,” he whispered. His thoughts flashed to the night his
grandfather had died and how the valet had brought the amber orb to him. For years, he had kept the globe beside his
bed and stared at the woman trapped inside. Without knowing why, he tucked the sphere in
his haversack. He stuffed coins in his
boots where many men kept knives. He
hurried to the stable and saddled his horse.
He rode quickly through the town and exited the gates and rode toward
the forest.
The crescent of the new moon rose but the light cast was dimmed by the
trees. Though the leaves were those of
spring and small, the trees were crowded.
Kristan heard a rustling. The
wind or an animal, he thought. The small
light cast by the crescent moon cast shadows.
“Hoy.” The shout startled
him. Someone leaped from one of the
trees and knocked him from the horse.
The animal squealed.
Kristan was unable to free his sword.
His attackers slashed with knives.
He was able to land a few blows before something hit his head so hard he
was dazed. He collapsed and held his
breath.
The thieves grabbed his pack and began to rummage in the contents. He was glad he had thought to hide his coins.
“What’s this?”
“Amber and a large chunk.”
Suddenly one of the men screamed.
“No.”
The amber globe fell to the ground.
The men ran. Moonlight
illuminated the globe and the shimmer around the sphere appeared to grow. Kristen tried to get to his knees. His head felt as thought he’d been spinning
for he couldn’t believe what he thought he saw.
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