Waiting for Death and Honour: Quiz 171

Waiting for Death and Honour:

I stand in the shadows, one hand on the hilt of my katana . . . . I do not want to do this. But I have no choice.

How much longer must I wait? If that wizard managed to kill her with his experimenting, then . . .no. I would know such a thing. And I can hear the sounds of battle. . . . no. Elshana is very much alive and fighting, just as always. She was never one to simply lie down and take defeat . . . and that heartens me.

That thought causes me to jerk my head back up. It is an emotion not allowed by my curse, I am not to feel friendship for the one who is my target. If it were not for the geas, I would be fighting beside her . . . if it were not for that Geas, she would not be here, now . . .

Damn that wizard! If I had my will, I would drive my katana through -his- heart, rather then the heart of the woman I called – call-- friend. No, my curse will not allow that, either. I cannot call her friend. Yet I do. She does not deserve this. None of us do.

How much longer will this fight go on? If he wishes them dead, why not simply do it? Or is that beyond his power? Does Irenicus not have the power to kill them all with a word? Perhaps . . . perhaps then his power over me is not absolute either.

I gasp. That thought hurt . . . thinking of escape always hurts. An additional method of control that damnable wizard used. He wanted to make sure I couldn't cross him. I gave him my word, but to that one, honour means nothing . . . as it means nothing to me, now. For despite my word, I would cross him now, if I were not so shackled.

The waiting is almost as bad. Why does that fool of a wizard draw it out so? I cannot imagine the powers that Elshana must have to actually give him a challenge . . . perhaps being one of the Children, she can actually challenge him. It is an interesting thought.

And then there is magic from within the room, magic so bright that I throw up an arm to shield my eyes. I know the wizard is gone, teleporting out like the coward he is. And Irenicus' foolish assassins charge in . . . and I am to charge with them. I know she will rip them to shreds . . . I hope that she will be kind enough to give me an honourable death . . . though I do not deserve one.