Page 93 of Lady's Steed

“Why?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Because it’s a death sentence.”

“So I keep hearing, and yet no one seems to know what is killing the people. Assuming they’re dead. Could be they simply cannot leave.”

His lips pinched as his humor faded. “They’re dead in a catastrophe that wiped out an entire country and continues to kill to this day.”

“Not everyone died. You’re here.”

“I am. Barely. The Verlorians who still live were either out of Verlora when events transpired or close enough to the sea to escape by boat.”

“Which were you?”

“The latter. My father’s last act was to have me evacuated with other children.” He didn’t sound happy about it.

“He died?”

“They all did.”

“How can you be sure if you were sent away?”

“I did not come to have my past interrogated,” he snapped.

“Then why did you come if you know I can’t afford to pay you and you won’t take me to Verlora? Why waste my time?”

“Curiosity. You are very tiny for someone who’s apparently causing so much trouble.”

“Only because you are overly large.”

“I am.” His teeth flashed in a grin. “I’m also curious as to why you are intent on going to Verlora. Don’t you have enough troubles to deal with in Daerva?”

Her lips flattened. “I do. However, I have a task I must accomplish in Verlora.”

“Mysterious.”

“More like complicated to explain. I can assure you that it’s very important I get to Verlora. One might even say the fate of the world depends on it.”

Once more his laughter rang out. “You are quite dramatic. I can assure you there is nothing in Verlora that can help you. Unless you’re seeking death.”

“Again, my mission is none of your concern. Will you take me to Saarpira, if not Verlora?”

“I could, but I doubt you could pay for your fare.”

“Surely, we can come to an agreement. Once I regain my throne?—”

He cut her short. “I don’t do favors and I don’t extend credit. I expect payment up front.”

Frustration built. “You know I currently have little to my name.”

“I hear you have horses. A Volaqu of good breeding might be enough to convince me.”

“Give you Luna?” Avera gasped. “Never.”

“Then I guess we don’t have a deal.”

“There are two other horses you can have instead.”

“Common breeds. Not worth my time.”