We have duties which are perilous.
and scarce any man hath enough of it.
the threatening presence of the insidious Black Guard
two of his trusted men to secure it for me. They will take it to
the cottage of the nursemaid Elnora and secret it there. We only
hope they can avoid discovery.”
upon it. If noticed at all, a covered table will arouse less suspicion
than a royal trunk.” The Queen of the Eastern Islands paused and
lowered her head for a moment. Then glancing up at the servant
girl, she said, “If evil befalls both Lady Elnora and me, reveal the
trunk’s whereabouts only to a trusted friend. Perhaps my son
Loren still has breath somewhere in this dim world and will come
thither to claim it one day.”
hurt you!” The girl began weeping. Queen Maybella took her by
the shoulders, fighting back her own tears.
kingdom. Weep not for us. If we perish, we shall go to the
White City. Weep for those who remain here in this place.” The
lady’s voice became intense. “You must flee the palace if we
are . . .removed. This wicked Usurper will come to his undoing
some day. Yet as for you, without my protection, you will be. . . .
Please, you must flee. Trust no strangers, Dianna. Aryel the
White Knight will return. Be strong until then.”
his Black Guard had rendered the king and his advisors only
figureheads. The royal family were little more than prisoners in
their own palace. Fear of the attacks of a horrible dragon had
spread like an epidemic over the citizens of the Eastern Island
Kingdom of Ajar. In as much as it seemed only the Lord Regent
had power over the fearsome beast, they had capitulated. Kneel
or perish was his mantra. They were a free people no more. The
few citizens who rebelled were killed, and so the underground
resistance was born.)
When the soldiers came to take the trunk, it appeared to be a
bench or table adorned for a summer tea. Several hours later,
there came shouts and then screams from the royal family’s
quarters. King Elmern’s voice was commanding, but to no avail.
“Do not harm my sons! Take me only!”
destroy you, why then would I leave an heir!” Following a tortuous
silence, the Black Guards’ boots stomped through the
halls. Then they paused behind the chapel door. The door shook
from their pounding blows. The maidservant yet stayed by her
Judy Carlson is from St. Paul, MN. She and husband Tim have six children and 20 grandchildren and reside in Missouri. Judy has a BA in English from Trinity International University. Her lifetime passion for literature and writing and the works of C.S. Lewis and Tolkien has permeated this novel with their characteristic sense of wonder. She wrote her first story at age nine, and has been the grand storyteller to her children and grandchildren.