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“It is a special text of some kind. It is god-touched. It would have the lingerings of a god’s magick. I know that’s a cryptic description, and you’re probably thinking I’m mad, but I am certain that—”
“It is here,” Redvyr interrupted.
I straightened, taking in his tight expression.
Una inhaled a small gasp, her face brightening with excitement. “It’s important that I find the text. Can you show us where it is?”
Redvyr turned to look at his chief, who gave a tight nod in response. Then he looked back at us, his golden eyes glimmering like a predator’s at night. “Bezaliel will take you to him.”
“Him?” I asked at the same time Una did.
Una then added, “No, my lord. We are looking for words written or left behind by a god or goddess on some sort of text. Not a person.”
“Bezaliel,” Redvyr called and waved him over rather than explain himself.
The chief was listening to his mate, who was gesturing wildly and pointing at Una. After a brief moment, he nodded, took her hand, and led her toward us.
“Take them to Grindolvek,” ordered Redvyr.
“Who is Grindolvek?” I asked, stiffening with wariness.
Redvyr blinked a moment as if he had to think about his answer. It was both fascinating and worrisome. Then he finally answered. “Grindolvek is the god-touched words you’re looking for.”
Then he whistled to his hound, who leaped off the dais and followed him as he stalked away back into the encampment, his new blade in hand and his tail twitching behind him.
Chapter 34
UNA
We were toldto retrieve our horses but no more warriors and then follow Bezaliel. The chief warrior rode astride a gray Meer-wolf with his mate sitting in front of him, a good pace ahead of us. Our Pellasians didn’t like the scent of the wolf and kept a good distance from him.
The chief kept his female protectively in the shelter of his arms, his hand spread atop her rounded belly. I smiled at the tenderness he seemed to feel for her. I also thought it interesting she was the only light fae I had seen amongst them. I wondered, did they welcome her here?
But I was also eager to finally meet her. I hadn’t the chance before we began our trek across the open plain from Vanglosa to the copse of trees up ahead. Bezaliel had said there’s a stream that runs through the small woodland, and that’s where Grindolvek lives. Whoever that was.
Bezaliel stopped his wolf before we reached the trees. He helped his mate down, the wood fae I was sure I’d met once before, then sent his wolf trotting in a large arc around us backtoward Vanglosa. The six of us stopped as well and dismounted as Bezaliel and his mate approached.
“Only one or two of your warriors can come with us into the trees,” said Bezaliel. “Grindolvek is shy of strangers. He won’t come out if there are too many of you. Especially warriors.”
Goll turned to Soryn. “You and Keffa with me.”
Meck grunted in frustration, but Goll turned to him with a smirk. “I can protect her on my own. No need to worry.”
“Yes, sire,” said Meck tightly. At his side, his brother also had his jaw clamped tight.
I smiled at them, giving them what reassurance I could. They’d become protective of me as my personal guards.
Pullo was beside Morgolith, glaring at the copse of trees. “We’ll wait right here.”
With that, we fell in line next to Bezaliel and his mate. I instantly went to her side. “I’m Una.”
She turned to me, a bright smile on her face. “I know who you are. We actually met before. I’m Tessa.”
“I thought we did. The Fall Solstice in Myrkovir Forest. But that was many years ago.”
“Yes.” She walked with a protective hand on her stomach.
“How far along are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
