CHAPTER 3 – The King's Plan
“Look.”
All the knights shifted
their gaze towards the oncoming couple. It was Pawaka and Mega.
They passed by a knight
and he said, “Lucky you- a flying steed by day, and a wench to warm your bed by
night.”
Mega’s face turned dark with wrath upon hearing those words.
“How dare you…!” She
slapped the knight as hard as she could. The knight touched his reddened cheeks
and was about to retaliate when Pawaka interrupts.
“If you have any problems
with me or with my companion here, then bear in mind that we can always settle
these problems of yours with our swords. I’ll take on your challenge anytime.”
With that, he took Mega by the hand and led her towards the castle’s entrance.
Disgraceful. For the
knight, being slapped by Mega was disgraceful. But the only way for him to get
to that wench was through Pawaka. A duel. He thought about it over and over
again. The skills of Pawaka, both as a knight and bard are extremely good. His
bardic abilities which were scorned by the other knights complement his
knightly skills. And he uses both with expertise. How can he defeat the
demi-mortal? The knight ponders. Perhaps, for now he will keep silent. But when
he finds a way, that wench will pay for her insolence!
A grudge buds anew. But
that is common. A life without being held a grudge upon, being scorned upon,
and being despised or loathed by was not a life of demi-mortals. Especially for
those who are gifted with the ability to morph such as Mega. And Pawaka, he
could be considered lucky, if he had not gone through a harsh past.
“Control your temper next time. Let them look bad, but not us.”
“Why? For the sake of our honour? We don’t have any good names to
be taken care of!”
“You do. I do,” he looked
at her and said, “All of us demi-mortals do.” The knight understands her wrath.
And he knew of the knights’ rudeness. Some are getting bolder as the days
passed by. There used to be no qualms about Mega’s…special condition. Back
then, she wasn’t quite comfortable with humans. She wouldn’t be around the
castle grounds as often as she does now. But Pawaka’s gentle and persistent
persuasions grew on her. She soon grew accustomed with the place and its
people, since they were mostly nice to her. Still, there are a handful of
rotten eggs- and they seem to grow in numbers. Now he dreads for Mega’s safety.
Time and time again he regrets for being optimistic about human acceptance.
Alas, much as he wishes to deny it, he knew the ways of these humans, on how
they could be cordial to each other at a time, but turned against one another at
the next. He had once experienced it
himself.
They entered the castle,
walked down the aisle and went to the main hall. In the end of the hall was the
throne. And upon it was the King of Silver Skies - Cristoph Lonis himself. His visage was a mixture of relief, joy,
anxiety and sadness. The knight wonders. It must be something to do with his
plans of Bentala Kencana, he assumed.
It took some time for the
Barons, the Ancients, the knights and the princess to arrive. But Cristoph
Lonis doesn’t mind. He does not mind at all, for he knows that he needs
patience to bear with each of them. Thus, he trains himself. And this is one of
the ways he does.
The young king spots
Pawaka and Mega from afar. He had heard about the latest commotion the
horse-maiden had caused. Cristoph knew of the knights’ ways. Some are truly
gallant, while others are only by name. But it matters not to him, at least for
the moment. His only concern is of Pawaka. The fox demi-mortal is the most
important key in his plan. The key for his plan to either succeed or fail.
Cristoph knocks the
marble floor with his sceptre. Everyone is finally here, and he needs their
attention. All eyes are upon him, waiting for him to speak.
"I believe all of you know of my plans to restore our ties with
the land of Bentala Kencana.”
The crowd nodded in agreement, a few harsh whispers could be
heard.
“Messengers had been
sent,” he paused and continues, “And the response we get is very encouraging,
for Bentala Kencana too, wishes to restore the ties with us.”
Pawaka looked at Scarttle.
The princess looked as if a dark cloud is hanging over her head. It surrounds
her with an aura of dark, twisted rage.
“Furthermore, since both of
the lands are facing the threats of war from our neighbours, the Ratu and I had
decided to lend each other our best fighters, to fight for each respective
side.
The Ratu offered us her finest srikandi, and I, in return offered her our
best knight.”
The floor was abuzz with murmurs from the crowd.
“Thus, I must break the news to you that I have chosen the knight
to be exchanged.”
Tension builds as silence grips each and every one of the crowd.
“Pawaka.”
“WHAT?!” Mega’s voice echoed throughout the hall.
“You want to send Pawaka away?!”
“Mega!” The knight hushed her. She gave him an unsatisfied look.
“But it’s true, Pawaka.” He just kept quiet.
One of the Ancients rose
and said, “Your Highness, we do not know how this…srikandi will fare in a
battle, so how can we exchange our best knight for something unknown?” The
crowd went wild with agreement. The Ancients is a group of mages were well
known for their intelligence and magic. They have a reputation that nearly
shadows that of the King himself.
Thus,
they have many followers, and cannot be underestimated.
“Bentala Kencana is a
prosperous land with an enormous military power. I believe you have heard about
its Ratu’s feat a few years ago, when she led her army against the Skrais – and
was victorious. I believe she knows her warriors. And if she says that she will
be sending her best srikandi, then I believe her.”
“How can you be so sure?”
The young king frowns. It is hard to convince them, but he knows
the way.
“I will go there myself to
witness the srikandi’s battle skills. And I will bring a Baron and one of the
Ancients with me. If all three of us are satisfied with her skills, then I
shall exchange her with Pawaka. Enough questions. Dismiss, now.”
The murmur dies slowly.
The crowd dispersed quicker than they were collected. The only people left in
the hall now are only Pawaka, Mega, Scarttle and Cristoph.
“My King. Apologies for this vassal’s insolence, but I wish to…”
His words were not
finished for Scarttle silenced him with a sentence that cuts him to the core.
“An insolent vassal deserves no more than to be thrown away,
knight.”
“Scarttle!!! That would be
inappropriate. And that would be enough of comments from you.”
A displeased Scarttle just nodded.
“We will talk, Pawaka. I
am not throwing you away. And I know the exchange plan is risky, but I need to
do so to gain her trust.”
“I…I understand that
perfectly, but still you should have not risk your safety by even planning to
go there.” And I do not wish to leave Samudera alone. The thought echoes in his
head, but it was not spoken.
“You have no confidence in
my combat skills? Or is it that you have other things in your mind? Tell me
truthfully, Pawaka.”
Something’s amiss, the young king
sensed. Pawaka’s voice was ever so slightly tinted with hesitation and doubt.
He’s hiding something. But what?
Cristoph’s question was left hanging
for the knight kept silent. He just stared blankly at the hard, cold marble
floor. His thoughts were of Samudera, about his promise to not leave her alone.
Again.
“Hey!” The shout pulls him back to
reality. Back to Cristoph, Mega. And back to Scarttle, whose face was washed
red with anger.
“Speak when you’re spoken to, knight!”
The knight sputtered a few apologies.
“Scarttle…let him take his time.”
“FINE!” King or no, Cristoph is her
brother, and she hates it when he sides with someone else. She wondered time
and time again, about why he became good friends with the demi-mortal, and why
does he sides with that…fox rather than with his own flesh and blood? She
despises demi-mortals, just like her father. And she could not grasp the
reality that her brother is the opposite. For her, demi-mortals are of equals
of beasts. They deserve none of her respect. Even if the gods favour them more.
The royalties are harassing poor
Pawaka, thought the horse- maiden. She rushed by his side and said, “Pawaka
doesn’t want to talk about it! Don’t push him!”
“Mega! It’s just that I do not wish to
be seen as a coward, who turns his back on his country at the time she needed
him the most…” It was the only logical answer the knight can afford to say at
that time.
The young king looked at his
disgruntled sister, then at his still kneeling knight.
“You’re still going there. You’re the only one worthy for this.
The only one I could place my trust upon. Consider this as a request of high
hopes from a friend. You would still serve the country; the difference is only
the distance.”
Speechless. The knight
was rendered speechless. He weakly nodded in agreement.
