I turned and
looked at him, like I had never seen him before. My lips still wet from his
kiss. My first, and maybe his too? I didn’t know, I could pretend. He smiled
and turned, running in the direction of the commotion. Please keep him safe, I
prayed, to whoever had the power to do that, and raced back to the Citadel.
I had been friends with Gilfrim as long as I
could remember. He had lived in the Citadel with his mother, my lady in waiting,
until he started to show Creative tendencies as he approached adolescence. His
mother knew it was likely he could have turned out either way. She had never
told anyone who his father was, but it had been Hal the Lord of the Creatives.
On Gil’s thirteenth birthday his mother had smuggled him out of the Citadel and
taken him to live with his father. She had returned to the Citadel to tell
people he had run away. They would not waste resources looking for a teenage
boy but they would have gone looking for the Princess’ lady in waiting. That’s
me by the way, I am Princess Sulah. My father is the King and he rules over the
Citadel. The Citadel is populated by the Academics and the specials; they do
all the menial tasks in the Citadel. Many years ago we lived in harmony with
the Creatives until the ‘Big Debate’. After that the Creatives moved into the
forest and my father improved the Citadel’s defences. He was convinced his role
was to protect us from their lack of discipline, their bohemian lifestyle. The
Citadel was geometrically perfect above ground, but underneath in the sewers
and old pipes systems there were still places where halves could meet and if
you know where to look you could find a way out in to the forest.
My lady in
waiting had stayed quiet for many months and would not tell me how she had
smuggled Gil out. Then one day she presented me with a tapestry she had been
working on. It was an intricate pattern or swirls and swishes, something my
father would never have approved of. Running through all the other lines was a
deep purple line and I soon realised it some sort of map. If only I could find
the start point, the route would be obvious. It took me another few months to
find the door I was convinced was the start point. Ironically it was hidden behind
a tapestry of my father. I then had to wait another few weeks until father went
to visit a neighbouring citadel before I could test my theory. That had been
three years ago and Gil and I had been meeting once a month ever since.
The
fatefully day where my world was turned upside down and possibly changed for
ever was my sixteenth birthday. I had woken early and was surprised when my
father burst in to my room.
‘Happy
Birthday,’ He smiled looking almost as excited as I was. ‘Today I have got lots
of things planned for you. Chef is preparing your favourite for breakfast, and
then the dress maker will be here to finish your dress for this evening’s ball.
This afternoon we have a travelling minstrel group here to entertain you with
songs and a play they have written especially for you. After that we have the
ball this evening and for the first time you shall sit next to me in your
mother’s chair. Queen at last.’
‘Wow, that
seems like an awful lot to fit into one day,’ I smiled at my father, happy to
see him so happy. I couldn’t remember my mother but I knew my father missed her
terribly.
‘Right well
I shall leave you to dress. I will call your maid.’
‘Will you be
joining me for all this entertainment?’
‘Unfortunately
not. I have to visit the next domain, but don’t worry, if I set off now I will
be back in plenty of time for the banquet this evening.’
As my father
got up to leave my lady in waiting entered the room.
‘Ah Tamwah,
a quick word about today’s festivities,’ my father said as he ushered her out
of my room and closed the door behind them.
I ran over
to the door, the stone floor cold under my feet, hoping to hear of another
surprise father had organised for my birthday.
‘She is to
be kept busy all day. There is to be no sneaking out to see that good for nothing
son of yours,’ my father growled at Tamwah.
‘But my
liege,’ Tamwah stuttered.
‘Don’t pretend
you don’t know. I am the King of this realm and I know what goes on. She is to
stay in the castle today.’
I couldn’t
believe my ears. My father knew about me and Gil? But he had always liked Gil
why should he be like that. I knew he had a strange dislike for the Creatives,
but this was Gil.
Later that day
father had left the castle and the dress maker finished the fitting quicker
than expected, so I decided to try to appeal to Tamwah’s softer side.
‘Tamwah, I
need to go and see Gil. Can you cover for me?’
‘My Lady, I
cannot let you leave the castle. Not today. Your father has organised so many
wonderful treats for you. Surely you want to enjoy your birthday.’
‘I do want
to enjoy my birthday, but it would be so much better if I could see Gil. Just
for a few minutes.’
‘Your father
said you were not to leave. I cannot betray him,’ Tamwah looked frightened.
‘Look we
will say that I have a headache and have gone for a lie down and must not be
disturbed. I will only be gone a short while.’
Tamwah
looked like she might be softening. She had seen us play together as children
and she knew how much he meant to me.
‘Make sure
you are back before the minstrels get here. You will have to be quick.’
Tamwah went
to the chamber door and checked there was no one around. I quickly ran to the
secret door in the next corridor. I hugged her tightly, promised to be back
before the minstrels’ show and disappeared behind the tapestry.
The look on Gil’s
face when I arrived at the camp was fantastic.
‘Su, oh how
wonderful to see you. Everyone, Su is here and it is her birthday.’
Everyone
cheered and one of the women suggested they got the instruments out to play for
me. The show was better than anything the minstrels could have done, and they
even let me play the shakers.
After the
impromptu concert Gil and I moved away from the camp to talk in private. Then
for the first time ever there was an awkward silence between us. I looked at
Gil and he looked at me.
‘Su,’ Gil
whispered. I placed a finger on his lips and moved towards him. He leaned down
and we kissed. It was the most magical thing that had ever happen. Slowly and
gently we kissed. He pulled me closer and we kissed again. He held me tight and
everything felt perfect. We stayed like that for what seemed like an age.
Suddenly we could hear shouting, horses galloping, dogs barking and the sound
of a hunting horn. We pulled apart and Gil looked at me with panic in his eyes.
‘Su, go back
as quickly as you can. I need to get back to the camp. It’s Renegades’
‘Gil, No.
I’m coming with you.’
‘Don’t be
stupid. You’re the King’s daughter if they get hold of you there’s no knowing
what they will do. Go, go now.’
I rushed off
towards the tunnel entrance and as I reached the turning by the speedy brook I
looked back, just at the same time as Gil did. I blew him a kiss and rushed on.
As I rushed along I heard a scream from behind me and faltered for just a
second. How could I leave Gil and all my friends in the forest? I knew I had to
get back and convince my father to send help. I ran through the forest and then
felt myself fly through the air as I missed seeing a trailing root in my hurry.
The next think I
knew, I woke up with someone gentle dabbing a damp cloth on to my forehead.
‘What
happened? Where am I?’ I mumbled.
‘It’s okay
your highness, your safe,’ said a voice came from above. I tried to open my
eyes and looked up to see an angel. The light shone from behind her and her
voice was as soft and as musical as the dawn chorus, the forest choir that woke
the Creatives each morning. She then moved and I realised she was Bella. Bella
was the matriarch of the group of Creatives that Gil belonged to.
I sat up a
little too quickly and had to lie down again. The pounding in my head couldn’t
be a good thing.
‘My lady,
please stay still and rest. I found you near the tunnel. You must have fallen
and knocked yourself out.’
I slowly
raised myself and took some liquid offered to me. It soothed my aches and the
pounding in my head lessened almost immediately. The Creatives knew how to use
the treasures of the forest to mend all human ailments.
Then I looked around
and realised that I was not in the camp. We were in a small clearing I had
never seen before.
‘What
happened? Where are we?’
‘The Renegades
attacked us. We have not seen attacks from them for many years and we had grown
complacent. There was no look out and they came through at speed. They grabbed
logs from the fire and set light to the tents. Luckily no one was in them. They
had new fighting sticks. Two of the men ran at them and fire came out of the
sticks, stopping the men. I took the
women and children and ran to the back up camp which is left over from years
ago. We found you on the way through the forest and brought you with us.’
‘Have the
men turned up yet?’ I asked worried about Gil.
‘Not yet.’
‘Come on
then, let’s go and see.’
‘My lady, I
can’t let you go back. What if the Renegades are still there?’
‘I am sure
you know a way we can sneak up on the camp and check out what is going on.’ I
gave her my best “I am a princess and you’ll do as I say” look.
As we drew nearer
the camp to be I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was no need to sneak up to see
what was happening. The camp had been burned to the ground. Some piles of rags
still smouldered and smoked. These must have been the tents that had just a few
short hours ago had been surrounded by the sounds of joyous life and were now
burnt and trampled.
I looked at
Bella and managed to grabbed her and lower her slowly to the ground as it all
got too much for her. We held each other close and cried. We knew we had to do
this here. The other women must not see us like this. We had to help them
rebuild their village and their lives.
I walked
back to the make shift village with Bella and then left her there to organise
the women so they could keep themselves and their children safe, warm and fed.
I offered to take them into the Citadel but they refused. For some reason they
were afraid of my father. I knew he wouldn’t let me down so I headed back to
the tunnel, carefully to watch out for tree roots as I went.
As I
approached the tunnel I heard voices and quickly dived into the undergrowth. I
nearly showed myself when I realised I could hear my father’s voice, but
something in his tone made me stay hidden.
‘You have
completed your task?’ My father asked the other man.
‘We have my
liege. The Creatives camp has been destroyed. We have kept the men as prisoners
and the women won’t last long on their own.’
‘Good, my
daughter is still safely inside the Citadel so she will not know of this. Here
is the payment as we agreed. Now be gone and make your camp over in Dorgan’s
domain. I believe he has some work for you.’
‘Thank you,
my liege, and if you should need my services again.. .’
‘I doubt
that.’
With that
the two men departed and my father headed into the tunnels. How could he have
done this? He knew how much Gil meant to me. I can’t believe he would endanger
the whole tribe just to stop me seeing Gil. I turned and headed back to the
camp. My father would have to learn that Gil meant more to me than anything. I
was now bound with the women of Hal’s tribe. Together we would find our men and
bring them back. Then I would think about what my father had done, but for now
Gil needed me.