Under Fallen Stars - Mel Odom [140]
"You don't know who this Malorrie was when he was living?" Glawinn asked.
"I never asked. It's like that between us. We just accept each other for the way we are. Without trying to change anything." Jherek's voice turned bitter. "You don't get that out of many people."
"I know. So why give up now?"
Jherek glanced at his fist, thinking of the object inside it, what it had meant then and what it had ceased meaning since. "I'm not giving up. I'm acknowledging my inability to control whatever destiny I may have."
"It sounds like quitting to me."
Jherek shook his head and laughed. "Call it what you will. I've had enough."
"Enough of what? Disappointment? Everybody faces disappointment."
"Not disappointment," Jherek answered. "I've been betrayed."
"By whom?"
"I don't know."
Glawinn let him have some time, then asked, "How have you been betrayed?"
"What does 'Live, that you may serve,' mean to you?" the young sailor asked.
"Nothing. Should it?"
"Probably not, but for years I've been wondering what it meant for me."
"Why?"
"Because I've been told that."
In a shaking voice, Jherek told of the voice, how it had said that the first time and he'd been saved by a dolphin. He also told him how the voice had spoken again earlier that day, just before the freak gust of wind had powered them out of capsizing.
"For all my life," he finished, "I've wondered what that's supposed to mean."
"Maybe it's not time," Glawinn replied.
"No," Jherek said in a loud voice. "I'm tired of waiting. Ill tell you what I think now. I think whoever that voice belongs to has been trying to destroy me, to destroy my hope. I've fought it. I lived when I wanted to die. I escaped my father, risking my life against the sea, rather than take up a blade against an innocent man. I starved because I wouldn't steal. I worked because I had to take care of myself and not throw myself on the mercy of others. I've lived, but I've had no life." His voice broke.
Glawinn, thankfully, kept his distance and let Jherek regroup on his own.
The young sailor spoke carefully when he could. "The closest I've ever come to a life was in Velen. In risking my life to save a rich, spoiled girl, I saw all that taken away from me. My reward. No, it should have been 'Live, that you may suffer.' " He shook his head. "I'm done with that, and I'm done with this."
The young sailor opened his hand and revealed the small pair of white clay hands bound at the wrists by a blood-red cord that lay on his palm.
"You follow Umater the Crying God's teachings," Glawinn said.
"Aye. I did."
"He teaches endurance and perseverance. Good qualities for someone who's had to learn to accept."
"I've accepted," Jherek said. "I had accepted-even the voice-but I'm not going to accept any more."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
Glawinn paused for a moment, then his eyes opened wider. "You're afraid that the voice belongs to something or someone evil, but that could never be, Malorrie. You aren't an evil person."
"I'm not?" Jherek laughed bitterly. "You just called me Malorrie. Don't you understand that was my teacher's name? I've never told you my real name. I lied, and I would never have done something like that until now. As it is, I'm not even able to live my own life. That's been stripped from me as well."
"Maybe you're only being shown to your new life." Glawinn shrugged. "I don't know how these things work, young warrior. I only trust the weave that I follow."
"I can't," Jherek said. "Not any more. I only fooled myself into believing that I could."
"Have you spoken with Sabyna?"
Jherek said nothing, the pain in his throat growing larger and harder to swallow. "No."
"Why not?"
"Why should I?"
"Because she seems to have a vested interest in you."
"She's under the mistaken impression that she owes me something."
"Ah, young warrior, there are so many things you still don't see in life."
Jherek's anger turned him hot even in spite of the cool night breeze blowing around him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Only that time will make you wiser, but