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Sixteen Years Ago
HALLA
I Thought cyclops were supposed to have one eye, not two,”
titters one of my attendants. “Are we quite sure that he’s
Alistair’s son?” The other women in the room giggle behind
their sewing.
I ignore them, gently pushing my needle through my embroidery. The boy
in question stands by the castle window, looking out over the city. Yshrem
is unnaturally quiet this time of day. It’s because the walls are manned
against the army waiting outside, ready to put us under siege unless my
father the king surrenders.
My father won’t surrender, though. He’s too proud. Yshrem and all its lands
belong to him. He is a good ruler, I think. Fair and wise. Maybe a bit
intractable when crossed, but I adore him and hope to rule like him
someday. King Gallin the wise. King Gallin the just. King Gallin who
stands at the gates of the city, confronting Alistair and his Cyclopae
warriors. I cannot help but worry, and my stitches are calm but uneven. My
father is not a warrior. His hair is snowy white, and while he still stands
straight, I know his knees pain him on rainy days. He surrounds himself
with scholars, not generals.
Alistair’s people are…not anything like us.
I think of the legends I have been told. The Cyclopae are utterly fierce and
fearless. They have but one eye, stand seven feet tall and drink the blood of
wolves when they are born. Their mothers do not suckle them but abandon
them to the wild, and when they grow of age, they join Alaric’s fierce band.
They ride upon the backs of beasts and eat the flesh of their enemies. They
are not civilized, not in the slightest.
I pretend to keep my eyes on my stitching and let my gaze slide over to the
boy that stares out the window, his hands on his little belt. Mathior has been
with us a month now, a prisoner of war. A guarantee against Alaric’s wrath,
my father said. It has not seemed to work, because Alaric has shown up at
Yshrem with an army, and I worry things will not end peaceably. Mathior
does not look much like the legends, I have to admit to myself. He is just a
boy of eight, and while he is tall and browned from the sun, he does not
look as if he eats the flesh of his enemies. He has two eyes, and they are a
soft brown that is almost as dark as his long, braided hair. Although he has
been
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