The Two Sides of Lyrela - Part 1

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The Two Sides of Lyrela - Part 1

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Bowing low from waist, Lyrela let the tent flap fall down. When she realised that Lyel was blearily opening his eyes one at a time, she muffled a laugh and straightened, ringing out her hair. The water pooled at her feet, soaking through Lyelâs carpet. She peeled off her leather vest, dumping it on the ground next to her puddle and strode over to her brother. Had he been awake, he would have made her take her boots off, but he had barely lifted his head off the table, when she slapped a small leather case down in front of him
Lyel mumbled a question at Lyrela, who flicked him on the nose with the case, waking him up properly. âWhat do you want?â he asked, groggily heaving himself off the desk.
âA letter from your friend,â Lyrela told him as she moved the pieces back into their places on the map. Lyel managed a grateful smile, before he let out a loud yawn. âHow long have you been asleep?â
âWhat time is it?â
âBoth of the suns are down.â
âDamn. Itâs late.â
âThe Old Sun should rise in the next couple of hours, if Iâm right.â
âI was awake when the New Sun set.â
Lyel looked down when he spoke, refusing to look into his sisterâs eyes as he admitted his guilt. He didnât want to see her look at him pityingly, like she knew why he was doing this to himself, and then roll her eyes, saying, âgo to sleep. Read the message in the morning. Iâm sure itâs just a report, nothing especially interesting.â He didnât want to look into her eyes and let he convince him that she did understand and see the disappointment that flew across her eyes with every lie he told her, as he agreed to sleep and open the letter the next day.
If Lyrela hadnât been paying such close attention to her brother, she never would have noticed his friend among the many spies that wrote to him every day, but she was to focussed on protecting him to pay any heed to something as simple as her brotherâs privacy, or her Kingâs requests. He could tell her to ignore the signs all he wanted, he could not hide anything from his sister. He had no doubt that if he hadnât had the sense to keep the letters under his breast plate, the one piece of armour she would never let him remove, his sister would know exactly who his friend was, but he wasnât ready for her to know about Marcia. Not yet. Not now.
The Two Sides of Lyrela - Part 2

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As it was, Lyel was drooping over his map, jumping each time his head fell far enough to hit the table. The logical part of his brain said he should sleep: a horse can carry a man with ease, but the man must still be in control and no one could control a horse in their sleep. Except, perhaps, his sister, Lyrela. He hated not bringing her with him, but she would be safer behind enemy lines and he couldnât send her into battle at the same time as himself â not until he had an heir.
Lyel wasnât sure how long he slept before she entered his tent, water pouring down her face, as though a bucket had been thrown over her, not raindrops, but his head was resting on the Tesh River, and heâd knocked over a wooden piece, with a scythe and a bird etched on the top â a piece for the Banished Men â into the middle of a field the opposite side of the map from their actual camp.
Lyrela was the most wonderful person Lyel had ever had the good fortune to know. He imagined that belief had something to do with their blood and the love they shared, but he didnât care. When she heaved back the great curtained opening to his tent in her soft leather armour with the water flowing down the scars on face like rivers slashed into her skin, he couldnât imagine any other in her place. She was his rock, holding him down in the soil, never giving him enough reign to float away and join their parents.
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The flaps of Lyelâs tent smacked in the wind, as though they were trying to distract him. The soft auburn carpet was pegged down, so it wouldnât move, and all of the dark furniture set up as though it had always been in a field of Ocaenygis, instead of unscrewed and lain flat in on of the old wooden war chests that Lyelâs warriors had been lugging around since the start of the civil war. The tent rose up to a slight point in the centre of the roof and Lyel could hear the rain beating against the waxed canvas and running down it, like the water actually had feet to run all over the tent roof with, and had chosen to stop as hard as each droplet could. It was so loud that Lyel half expected the roof to fall in and soak him.
He stared at the map in front of him with blank eyes that only seemed to be able to see the intricate rivers and roads along the Ocaenynis-Home of the Banished border and entirely unable to pick out the wooden pieces he had left in place to mark the position of his men and the Banished Menâs strongholds. He snorted at the thought of the Banished Men patrolling their settlements in this weather. At least his warriors had the good sense to let their dogs do the work for them.
Outside his tent, Lyelâs warriors were impressively quiet. He knew that wading through the mud would feel like a curse tomorrow, but he hadnât had a moment of peace since his small force had set off from the Aischedi fort, and he had been relishing the failing attempts of the elements to distract him from the pressing task of studiously trailing his mind over the same plans he had devoted every hour of his journey to, and questioning each order he had sent out. He had taken little comfort in the knowledge that his party seemed to be much less concerned than he was, but he almost wished they were out of their tents, sending their riotous voices into the night, to loud for him to think, so he had an excuse that allowed him to leave his map with enough peace of mind to see him through the night.
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