The Fading Dream_ Thorn of Breland - Keith Baker [16]
All eyes turned to the prince. “Your Highness,” Cadrel said, raising his hands. “You’re exhausted.”
“I know him,” Oargev repeated. “I should have known it would be him.”
Vron released the image, and the color slowly drained from his skin and his eyes. His clothes shifted, the weapons disappearing from his hands; a moment later the commander of the Dark Lanterns was restored. “Pray continue, Your Highness. Who tried to kill you?”
Oargev stared off into the distance. “His name is Cazalan Dal. He served with the Fifth Crown, as you surmised. He was devoted to my mother, Queen Dannel. And when the war came to an end, he swore to serve me.”
“Your Highness,” Cadrel said. He reached out and placed a hand on the prince’s arm.
Oargev pulled away and rose to his feet, turning to face Boranel. “You have shown us nothing but kindness since the Mourning, Cousin. You gave us shelter when all other doors were closed. But I was born to be a king, not a glorified mayor. My people want their homeland restored.”
“I am a king, Oargev,” Boranel said. “And I’ve been a soldier. The hardest battle you’ll face in either arena comes when your people want something you cannot give them. The Mourning wasn’t your fault. And you can’t make it go away.”
“You don’t know that,” Oargev said, and there was a hard edge to his gaze. “You don’t know what caused the Mourning.”
“Five years and none of us know,” Boranel said.
“I’ve been trying.” Oargev looked back at the changeling Vron, as if seeing the man he had been moments before. “I gathered the best Cyre had to offer—soldiers, wizards. And I brought them together in the Covenant of the Gray Mist.”
Finally the pin made sense. A silver and gray wedge, with a black hand on top of it. “And Cazalan was in the Covenant?” Thorn said.
“The first to take the vow,” Oargev said.
“I met Cazalan Dal,” Cadrel said. “He had dark hair and no disfigurement whatsoever. How could this be him?”
“Until I sent him into the Mournland,” Oargev said sadly. “We can’t imagine the things he saw there. He came to me in New Cyre a year ago, twisted as you saw him. What had been done to his mind was worse than his body. He begged to be relieved of his duties. And I … I sent him back. He was still the best I had. And I needed to feel that I had accomplished something.”
All you did was send a man to die, Thorn thought. She kept her words to herself.
“Oargev …” Boranel said.
“I should think that you of all people would understand, Cousin. You are Breland in the hearts of your people. For those who fought and died for our kings and queens, I am the last of the royal line. I am Cyre. It falls to me to find a way to restore our homeland. Yet here we are, almost five years later, and what have I achieved?”
“Don’t demean your work with New Cyre,” Cadrel said, putting a hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Your Majesty, Your Highness, together you have created a beacon for Cyrans to rally around.”
“A village,” Oargev said. There were tears glittering in the corners of his eyes. “It’s not enough. I’ve heard them whispering. Saying that we’re Brelish in all but name, that I’ve betrayed my mother. The anger grows. They need someone to blame. I thought Cazalan would bring me an answer. Instead the Mourning has turned him against me.”
“It’s a battle you can’t win,” Boranel said. “You need to face that. You need to find a way to make your people understand.”
“There must be an answer,” Oargev said. His fists were clenched, forehead shining with sweat. “And I will find it.”
“And perhaps we have,” Vron said.
“Not every problem has a solution. There’s a time to—” Boranel’s voice simply faded in his throat as he realized what the changeling had said. “What do you mean?”
Vron smiled. “So far we’ve only talked about the attack on his highness. I asked you here for an entirely different reason because, as it turns out, we have our first lead on the Mourning.”
Oargev’s eyes widened. “Explain.”
“I will, Your Highness. But please sit. It’s not a simple story, and if you wish to hear what I have learned, you must be patient.