A World Without Heroes - Brandon Mull [154]
With the sun approaching the horizon, Jason and his captors came through a narrow pass. A large valley spread out before them to the north, with Felrook in the distance. Jason did not know what exactly he had expected, but the reality surpassed anything he had anticipated.
A monstrous stronghold of iron and stone, the huge castle surmounted a tall island of rock in the center of a sprawling lake. The sheer cliffs of the island rose to great heights above the water, augmented by the monumental outer wall of the fortress. Four lesser rock formations surrounded the central island. Atop these satellite islands perched smaller fortresses, the two largest connected to the central stronghold by stone bridges, the other two by suspended walkways.
Further fortifying the intimidating complex, the ferry granting access to Felrook was encompassed by a formidable wall of its own. Three hills loomed near the lake, each crowned with a mighty keep, from which reserve forces could sally to harass assailing armies. Without atomic bombs or high explosives Jason could not conceive how Felrook could ever fall.
“Has Felrook ever been taken?” Jason asked Ian.
Ian snorted. “Felrook has never been attacked.”
Jason could believe it.
“Are we going to make it there tonight?” Jason asked.
“You have one last night to contemplate your fate,” Ian replied. “We’ll camp not far from here, then deliver you late tomorrow morning. I hope you’re ready to answer for your crimes. You cannot imagine the horrors that await.”
“Will I go to the dungeon?” Jason asked.
“You will answer for your behavior,” Ian promised cryptically.
Jason said nothing more as they rode forward and set up camp. After eating, all but two guards bedded down. Hands bound in front of him, Jason rested on his side. He had already tried to run off one night, earning a lump on the back of his head and a black eye. Jason knew it was futile to attempt another escape. All of his hopes were now focused on earning an opportunity to stand before the emperor.
Despite the long day riding, Jason found sleep elusive. He could not ignore that this was probably the final night of his life. His parents would never see him again, nor would his brother and sister. He would never see Matt or Tim. He would never play with Shadow. None of them would ever know what really happened.
When he finally slept, frustrating visions troubled him. He dreamed of his teeth falling out, of arriving for exams unprepared, and of searching for his parents in a chaotic crowd.
Until Drake shook him awake. “You’re the heaviest sleeper of the bunch,” the seedman chuckled.
Jason sat up, disoriented, hands unbound. The fire had burned low. He could see the figures of the soldiers sleeping around him.
“Keep your voice down,” Jason whispered urgently.
Drake grinned. “They can’t hear us anymore.”
“You mean . . .”
“The only tricky part was the sentries,” Drake said. “And they weren’t much of a challenge.”
Jason could hardly believe his ears. He looked around. “Who came with you?”
“I delivered Rachel to Tark and sent them northward,” Drake said. “I’ve been stalking your little caravan for days. I figured we might as well let them bring you most of the way.”
“You know about the Word?” Jason asked.
“Rachel filled me in,” Drake said. “Tark gave her the last syllable. The second, correct?”
“Yes.”
Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “I can hardly believe somebody finally pieced it all together. Rachel wanted to come. She tried to insist. But I reminded her that if you failed, she would become our last hope. Besides, I knew that alone I could successfully slip past our enemies and track you. Another person would have made the outcome less certain.”
“If I fail,” Jason said, “Rachel should share the syllables with someone else.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Drake said. “But you won’t fail, not if you have the syllables right.”
“You know how to get me in front of Maldor?” Jason asked.
“I do,” Drake replied. “Might be a one-way trip, and you’ll have to go alone, but I know how. Are you willing?