A Mistake, A Reunion, and The Truth
Wish me luck with this chapter…..I don't like it…..the others will be better, I promise…………..
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Maerad heard his footsteps, but didn't turn around. She leaned against the wall, and kept her back to him. She heard him slow in confusion, and then felt him as he put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong? I came as soon as I got the message, but I don't know…" said Cadvan, a slight trace of worry in his deep voice.
Maerad still didn't turn, and when he came around to face her, she looked away.
"Maerad, dear heart, whatever is the matter?" Now he was genuinely upset. Maerad never acted like this around him.
She took a deep breath and pushed her hair back from her forehead, then slowly turned to face him, anger and pain shining in her eyes like beacons on the Lamarsan Sea.
"Cadvan, I…..I don't know how to tell you this," she began uncertainly.
"You can tell me anything," he soothingly said, gently grabbing her arms and pulling her closer, and his lips moved to kiss her, but she pushed him away. His mouth formed an o, and he looked at her in shock. Maerad had to look away from that hurt stare.
"Cadvan…..I'm pregnant," she whispered, and her hands trembled. She dared not look up.
"With my child?" he said after a very long silence.
"Yes," she murmured. "But Cadvan, it was a mistake! This can't be possible! We're not even married, and what will people think…." Her eyes went wide, and she turned to him in fear, almost blind terror. "Cadvan….the first circle….the decree…..do you remember what it said," she asked faintly.
He gasped. "But then the child…." He couldn't finish, it was too awful.
Maerad felt the memory playing in her head.
"….what I want to know is what Maerad and Cadvan have plans for," said Forenza snootily.
"Well," said another bard, casting a malicious glance in their direction, "there have been rumors…"
"How can you prove anything?" burst out Cadvan angrily, rage a passionate fire in his eyes. He stood up and glared around the table. "How dare you think of us as such lowly Bards! What gives you any right to say such things?"
Malgorn stood up also, looking dubiously in Cadvan's direction. "But Cadvan, we do not mean to seem rude or intruding. It would be of the most importance if you and Maerad were to ever…well, have a child. And you two have been seeing a lot of each other."
Maerad blushed furiously, and Cadvan looked away, a slight coloring in his cheeks as well.
"The child would be too strong, and with that kind of power, it could slay all of the Light in Edil-Amarandh, and bring everything we know to destruction and ruin. It would be more powerful than Maerad herself, and maybe even the Elidhu. We could not let that happen. The child would have to be killed upon birth, and the father and mother exiled from all Bardic life."
Maerad gasped again. "Oh, Cadvan, I could never kill it. We must figure a way out of this," she cried softly.
"Don't worry, we will," he replied tiredly, and he rubbed a hand across his brow. He looked around, seeming much older than he was, and sat down on a nearby chair. Maerad remained where she was, and looked out the window, and a tear fell down her cheek. She couldn't bear it if the child was killed on her behalf. It would be too awful. Cadvan sat, face in hands, for a long time. When he looked up, his eyes were weary, and his face wan.
"I think I have a plan," he said softly, and his voice wobbled. Then he said the words he had never, ever wanted to say. "Maerad, you will have to leave."
"Leave Innail?" she said in barely more than a whisper.
"Yes," he sighed. He looked into her clear, beautiful blue eyes that were now filled with pain and suffering. How he hated hurting her this way!
"No, let me finish. You will go into hiding, and then, after the child is born, wait three months. Then come back to Innail. Meanwhile, I will have spread the rumor that you were wed up in Murask, and that you had decided to only live there for the rest of your life. When you return, it will be a great surprise, so they will believe you when you say that your husband died in a raid by the Jussack two months after the babe was born. That way, none will raise questions."
"Do you really think that will work?" she asked, trying to keep the skepticism out of her voice.
"Yes, I do. If it the only way to save the child, then it will have to work." He looked sad and forlorn for a minute, and then stood up and took her into his arms. This time she didn't resist. He stroked her back, and said softly into her hair, "I don't want you to go." That was all he had to say.
She began to cry. "Oh Cadvan," she sobbed, "I wish you'd never….I wish we'd never….."
"Shhh, shh. It will be all right. And you will come back. I will be waiting," he said, trying desperately to be cheerful for Maerad's sake. She gave him a wobbly smile, and then kissed him gently. With one last look into each others eyes, they both turned away, and made for different doors, onto different streets, and, it seemed, into different worlds.
Don't worry, it gets better. This was the last part I thought of, so it wasn't very well written. I don't think it gives a good picture of the personality of Maerad and Cadvan very well. But no matter to me, I'll let you be the judge. REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!! CHAPTER 2 UP SOON…………