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He downed another shot of
Chegari whiskey as he remembered that terrible day when the demon, Inx, threw
his brother into the Lake of Sorrows. It was certain death to even drink the
water from the lake. It was said a man could lose his mind just by staring into
the lake’s depths. Try though he did to reach into the lake to retrieve
Peregrine, he couldn’t save him. The Nivasi
creatures who occupied the lake’s murky depths, stole memories and created mind
torture so terrible it was said the victims would pray for death to come
quickly. Hawk shivered at the thought that Peregrine might have suffered in
such a way before he died. No amount of alcohol could drive away the bitter
loss of his brother or the terrible guilt that weighed on his heart for not
being able to liberate him.
A messenger drew Hawk from his
morose thoughts.
"My liege, I do not wish
to disturb you, but Domingomae has delivered a message for you from Prince
Raphael." Mericet entered the tent with a sealed parchment in his hand.
Hawk took the message and
noticed that the boy's hair was wet and his clothes damp. "Water's scarce
out here, Mericet. Mind you don't waste it by bathing in the middle of the
day."
"Yes, my liege."
Mericet nodded his head obediently and waited respectfully by the opening of
the tent for further instructions.
Pulling the dagger from his
wide leather belt, Hawk cut the seal from the parchment and began to read. The
first words grabbed his attention immediately. "My God," he gasped
aloud, "Peregrine is alive." He glanced at Mericet. "My brother
is alive."
Mericet nodded. "That is
good, my liege. I am glad for you."
Hawk leaped from his chair and
paced as he continued to read aloud. Your
brother is living among the Gypsies, playing his violin, and performing his
water show twice a day. But he is altered, Hawk. You must come to Vel’ka Mulano
with all due haste.
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