Shades of Avalon (43 page)

Archú panted heavily, a slow shudder trembled his shaggy fur.

Zeal removed his mask so everyone saw his shocked surprise at Triona’s accusation. Guests looked on with horror. John was clearly more than an average human, but how could we make them believe long forgotten tales of magic and heroes were true of humans too? That they were more than fairy stories. I lived it, and sometimes I didn’t believe it.

“The Council protects us all,” Zeal began benignly now. “Only those who break our laws are punished.”

My fingers trembled to reach for my sword, and I had to lock my knees in position to keep from falling into a defensive crouch. There was nothing I could do to prevent a growl rumbling up my throat when I spotted dozens of men pouring in through the doors. The grinding of an old locking mechanism clicked into place. The men positioned themselves in a row across the entire width of the room. They were dressed in black robes and wide peaked hats similar to the guard who escorted John to the gallery. Their masks had fat beaks curving over their chins, and they carried thin canes.

They resembled the plague doctors of the seventeenth century though the mask was traditionally white instead of red. It seemed appropriate Zeal should dress his guards in this manner, when he thought of the people before him as nothing more than a disease that required eradication.

“There is no Council,” Samuel answered him from behind us.

Zeal barked a laugh. “Of course you’d say that—you who would offer the life of your own son for the life of this half-breed.”

“So you admit you tried to kill our queen,” Eila added coolly.

“I admit to enforcing our laws,” Zeal agreed. It occurred to me the gallery had another purpose, keeping him far away from Eila and her gifts. He didn’t want us to force the truth from him.

“Who’s laws?”

“The Council’s laws, of course.”

“Ah,” Caleb joined in. “Laws created by our ancestors before they slaughtered their own to steal power. Laws used to rule with fear and lies about the true destiny of our people. Your Council laws are not
our
laws.”

Zeal laughed. “You forget your father and your brother’s mate once stood by my side. Do you accuse them too? Are they also guilty of this imagined corruption you speak of?”

Caleb didn’t answer. Zeal was correct in this instance. Samuel and Eila once enforced the Council’s laws too.

“There was a reason Dagda was overthrown. His bloodline was sullied. If we fall under the rule of his descendants, it will lead to our destruction.”

“What a pile of old shit,” Lewis boomed angrily. “Less than a year ago you were butchering humans for knowing your kind exist, and now you stand there pretending you speak for us.”

Carmel attempted to hush him, but he’d have none of it.

“No,” he said. “Only a fool would follow this madness.”

I wasn’t sure if Lewis realized he’d just called an entire room of people who wanted to kill us fools.

“You must believe us,” Triona spoke to the crowd. “This man means you only harm.”

Fear smoldered beneath the atmosphere of the room like molten rock. They didn’t know what to believe, but that was what Zeal wanted. He had brought them here to a fancy gilt slaughterhouse. Zeal didn’t plan to allow them to leave one way or another. If they attacked, we would be forced to retaliate—if they didn’t, the guards would kill them anyway and blame us. Once Zeal’s version of events spread, no Guardian would ever believe us. It’d be the massacre of our ancestors all over again. Our bloodline would be hunted until the end of time. If we lasted that long.

“Tell us what to do,” one of the dressed up sheep cried amid whoops of encouragement.

They were turning into a mob, any minute now I expected torches and pitchforks. My limbs stiffened, ready to defend, while my mind prepared to throw Merlin’s training into action if needed.

“We must form a new Council,” Zeal answered, flapping his hand out to the front to hush the building din. “A better Council, under a stronger leadership. We must control the human population—of course our new friends will be taken care of,” he tacked on graciously to include the humans below him.

Here it comes.
He raced toward his big finish, the inevitable grand performance where he received the blessing of the crowd to kill the innocent man standing in the middle of the floor.

“I have the means to protect you,” Zeal said casually, and my stomach twisted in knots.

Triona moved out from our group, removing Caleb’s hand from her arm when he tried to pull her back. She turned her head, their eyes met, and although neither said a word, the tension in Caleb’s mouth was unmistakable. Archú circled her protectively.

“I will give you one final warning, Zeal.” Triona raised her chin to address him, each syllable dripped poison. “Allow everyone here to leave in peace, and I will show you mercy. Test me further, and you will die.”

No. No way
. Anger flared, scorching a path through my body and nausea rose up. I swallowed hard to keep it down. This couldn’t be happening again. How could she even suggest it after what he did to Caleb? He wasn’t going to change because she gave him another chance. He’d always be a danger to us.

Zeal pressed his hand to his chest in mock anguish. “You wound me.”

“I’ll do more,” I mumbled. “What the hell are you doing?” I whispered into Triona’s ear, louder than I meant to.

She ignored me and continued. “These are my people. If even one of them is hurt in an attack on us, you will pay dearly.”

“An attack?” he asked. “Who mentioned an attack? Surely you wish to come to an equitable understanding?”

Amanda’s fingers pinched the fabric of my jacket. We knew there’d be no peaceful resolution. The color tone of the room had begun to shift as the sky outside the windows paled. Streaks of amber and pink would appear over the horizon before long. John didn’t look so good. Perspiration darkened the hair around his temple and over the back of his neck. His skin had taken on a waxy texture, and his chest expanded with steady but labored breaths. I noted the tendons at the side of his neck straining. He appeared to be struggling with holding his composure in contrast to his earlier demeanor. His body sensed the spring equinox wasn’t far away.

“What do you want from us that you haven’t already taken by force?” Triona demanded.

“I want your obedience.”

“Do not interfere, mountain.” Merlin’s voice came through the air, quieter than it seemed possible. What did he know that I didn’t?

“Surely you mean loyalty?” Triona’s lips hinted at a smile.

Zeal didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. I chanced a peek at the others over my shoulder. The masks made it hard to assess their emotions. Arthur had removed his, but a blank stare concealed his reactions to our situation.

It had to hurt seeing Guinevere up there beside Zeal. The betrayal had to sting like a son of a bitch. I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel in his place. After all that time apart, and how long Guinevere waited for a reunion with him, walking away seemed a bizarre choice. Unthinkable actually. It didn’t make sense at all.

“Please friends, join me at sunrise when we welcome a new era.”

“No!” Emma exclaimed over the cheering voices. “You can’t just stand there while he murders an innocent man.” I had to presume she meant the baying horde since there was no way I planned to stand by as John died by exsanguination. My breathing had sped up, and adrenaline tightened my muscles. My nails extended to sharp talons. I couldn’t prevent it. Instinct had kicked in hard.

John’s mask dropped to the floor and his fingers curled up into his palms. He grimaced, his face contorted up and turned crimson as he struggled out of his jacket and ripped open his soaked shirt. Buttons flew everywhere.

“It’s happening,” Merlin murmured.

“What’s happening?” Triona pleaded with wide eyes. Her body leaned as though about to rush to him, but John’s hand shot up, stopping her in her tracks.

“I got this,” he ground out and bared his teeth. His head fell back and a grizzly cry escaped his throat. Muscles corded under the flesh of his exposed torso.

“Kill him. Kill them all,” a muffled voice uttered. I could have sworn it came from one of the guards sporting a plague mask in the back. The suggestion was repeated and repeated again until the crowd were chanting. Yet none of them had the guts to approach. Not a single person moved on John. They were all bluster.

“The traitors will be tried and punished,” Zeal spat. “Seize them and the abomination!”

“Stay together,” Joshua said low, guessing something was about to happen.

The guards inched forward in unison. With the fixed expressions of their gruesome masks, they appeared like a row of automatons devoid of life or emotion. It seemed as though a black wave rose up at the rear of the room, sweeping over the crowd and forcing them into action. These humans and Guardians weren’t trained fighters. They were average people living day to day lives with their families. They probably had normal jobs, homes, and kids.

As the first of the guards broke through, three surrounded John. One stood at each side and one behind, who lashed out with his cane. The thin piece of wood whooshed and hit John across the back of his knees. It was a mistake. The moment the two grabbed his arms, John’s arms bent unnaturally and locked onto theirs. John’s entire body tilted back, his head smashing into the head of the guard behind him. The masked man dropped to the ground as John somersaulted backward feet over head, taking the other two with him. He whipped them against the ground as though they were nothing more than rag dolls.

Zeal’s attention flashed to the side. He nodded to Guinevere, one sharp and fast dip of his head.

“Don’t,” Arthur pleaded, the word only barely audible as Guinevere returned Zeal’s gesture.

It was obvious Zeal had charged her with retrieving John before anyone else got to him.

“Don’t.” This time he said it louder and more pained than before.

John doubled over and fell to his knees. His knuckles crashed to the ground, and the floor shook as cracks rushed out through the wood from the contact. Sweat had made the fabric of his shirt almost transparent, revealing the complete triple spiral mark bubbling out from his skin. Steam rose from his back as though something seared his flesh.

Not surprisingly, Triona and Emma’s first reaction was to rush to him. Caleb’s hand circled Triona’s wrist and yanked her back against his chest. He panted with the exertion of trying to hold on to her although she didn’t appear to fight.

“It’s not safe.” Eila held Emma back with little effort and passed her to Lewis.

“Whatever happens, this is my choice,” Amanda reminded me.

I wanted to argue but bit my tongue instead, ignoring the abrupt stab of fear. I adjusted my stance and my grip on
Lasair.
“We move forward together.”

The others beside me also made themselves ready for action as Guinevere placed one hand on the rail. She hesitated there for an instant, and I didn’t understand what she was waiting for at first.

“Now, Emrys!” she called out as she vaulted over the railing.

Ignoring my instruction, Merlin rushed out with Guinevere still in midair and John crumpling to the ground. The black ink gave the impression his tattoo was alive, like coiling snakes on his skin. John’s muscles spasmed violently, and I wondered if Merlin had warned him during their conversations to expect this pain.

The old wizard zipped out at impossible speed. The cone hat toppled from his head and landed with a clatter. Archú barked but remained with the group. Vibrant colors streaked out behind Merlin from his swishing cloak. It fanned outward, covering John’s prone body entirely before both Merlin and John disappeared in a cloud of gray smoke.

She’d never joined Zeal. With the wide-eyed, dumbstruck expression on Zeal’s face, it seemed he’d just figured that out too. “No!” he roared as Guinevere dropped into the empty floor space.

She pushed her mask to the top of her head and looked back up at Zeal. Her lips slowly spread into a wide grin.

“Destroy them all!” Zeal’s face pinched, contorting to something ugly, something that matched his insides.

Chapter 37

My Worst Nightmare

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as Zeal vanished from sight, not doubt chasing Merlin and John. They had to have gone to Knowth. John needed to be there at sunrise. The warmth against my back suggested the hidden sun was already leeching the cool air of night. Sunrise was getting closer. We had to follow, but how. None of us had the ability to move a group this large so far.

A split-second later, about two thirds of the guards also disappeared.

Guinevere calmly waited until the nearest person, a Guardian male wearing a glittering jade green mask, was inches away from her and unsheathed Excalibur. The blade glowed bright white and dazzling. The man fell backward, slamming into several people behind him. All advances ceased as cries of horror and pain rippled through the room when the guards pressed on, cutting people down in their wake. The humans crushed in the fray were paying a high price for their presence.