Chapter 3

  Aquila had not even worried to say goodbye.  She threw her two robes and four
tunics into her saddlebags that the monks had pulled from her dead horse, left a note
 for Father Suriya, and set out on foot, her bow and quiver slung over her shoulder.
 She did not want to ask for a horse after all of the trouble that she had caused. 
Surely they would not even grant it now.

  She traveled without a thought until dark began to set in and panic began to seize
her beating heart.  What had she been thinking?  

  Every noise caused her nerves to jump and she squelched the urge to scream.  
Her wide, dark blue eyes searched every leaf and rock for anything that might pose
 a threat.  

  Stumbling upon a thicket, she crawled through the tight space into the middle
and curled up.  Aquila was certain she would not be able to fall asleep, but fatigue
 overcame her will and she drifted off to sleep an hour later.

  Aquila squeezed out of the thicket and stretched her arms to the sky to try
 and pull out some of the kinks in her back and shoulders.  The sun was barely
completely over the horizon and it promised to be a good day.  Something purred
nearby and she stilled. Moving only her eyes, she looked at everything within
sight from that viewpoint. Nothing.  

  Slowly rotating her head downwards and to her right, her heart stopped.  A
huge cat sat only a few feet off, staring at her hungrily, its tail flicking this way and
 that.  

  Think!  Aquila mentally hit herself over the head to try and clear up her foggy brain.  

  Her arms were still upraised and if she slowly lowered them, she could probably
snag her bow and an arrow without too much fuss.  The cat's tongue rolled over its
 upper lip and as it did, Aquila slowly lowered her arms.

  The cat only twitched, encouraging Aquila that she could pull this off.  She had the
 bow in her left hand and an arrow in her right.  Now to only get it on the bow,
pulled back, and aimed before the cat felt threatened.

  Aquila had just touched the arrow to the string when the cat screeched.  Pulling
the string back, Aquila turned it on the cat as it leaped into the air towards her.  
Standing only one whole second after releasing the arrow, she darted to the side
just as the cat came sprawling into the ground that she had just been standing on.

  The force of the cat's weight hitting the ground pushed the arrow all the way through
causing her to wrinkle her nose at the bloody sight.  At least her defensive skills did
not fail her.

  Upon further examination of the cat, Aquila returned her bow across her shoulders.
 Headless, the fur would make a good rug or coat for someone and it might mean
good money for her if she could learn how to skin it and clean the fur.

  Taking a long knife one of the frequent guests at the monastery gave her, she cut
the head off and then cut a straight line down the cat's stomach.  After it was
completely gutted, she looked at the meat and the bones on the cat's lining and
frowned.  How was this going to work?  

  Butchering it more than she was doing good, Aquila ran the knife just under the
fur and cut it free of the majority of its skin and bones.  Some other creature would
enjoy the feast.

  Once it was much lighter she rolled it inside in and slung it over her shoulder.  She
would not mind finding a river just then to wash her hands and the fur of blood.

  Yet it was not for a full twenty four hours before she heard the sound of rushing
 water.  But before she saw the river she saw a thin plume of smoke rise above the
trees in front of her.  Stopping dead in her tracks she lowered her head and ducked
 behind a tree.  Moving from one to the other in cautious awareness, her ears
pricked at the sound of a gentle low voice singing some tune.  It was a man to be sure.

  Now she could see the river between the trees in front of her and on the other side
 of the river was a small clearing.  A small hut was nestled amongst the trees.  It
was rather quaint and seemed rather inviting.  Movement caught her eye and she
ducked further behind the tree.

  Taking a slow breath she peeked around the tree to see a big sturdy fellow with
red hair and full beard sitting at the river’s edge, washing something shiny in the
river’s water.  His shoulders were three times her width and his arms had to be the
size of one of her brother’s leg.  His brown leather tunic was belted with a black strap
and he wore no boots on his feet.  

  The wind blew and Aquila momentarily enjoyed the cooler air while she waited for
the man to return to his cabin.  All of a sudden the man stilled for a moment.  The
hairs on Aquila’s neck stood on end as she wondered if he sensed some sort of
danger lurking.  Was he friendly?  Could she trust him?

  Oh, Deus, please guide me! She cried inwardly.  She slowly and quietly sat down
against the tree and waited.

  “All right, now, come out from behind there!” his voice turned gruff.

  Aquila almost jumped.  Was he talking to her?

  “I know yer out there, I can smell ya, now out with ya, I say, or I’ll have your hide
 hanging from my rafters before the night is over!”

  Aquila slowly rose and peeked around the trunk of the tree.  He seemed to be
boring holes through the tree straight at her.  Swallowing the thick bile in her mouth,
 she clenched her bow in one hand and slowly stepped out from behind the tree.

  Surprise lit his face and he took one step into the river.  Aquila stepped back and
pulled her bow from her shoulders.  “Come no further!”

  The man stopped in the middle of the river and looked at her this way and that.  
“What have ye there?”

  “A mountain lion.  It thought I would make it a fine supper,” Aquila said, her chin
 rising with pride.  “I would not let it have the best of me!”

  “No, I think not.  What do you plan on doing with that thing?” the man lifted the
object he had been washing in the river and flicked it in the direction of the cat.  
The blade of a long knife flashed in the sunlight.

  Aquila’s eyes grew wide and she stumbled backwards.  He looked down at the
offending object and quickly shoved it into the back of his belt.  “My apologies, my
Lady, I was just washing it in the river when I smelled your friend there.  Many a
person has tried to steal my things that I can’t be too careful of the company I
allow around this place.  But you will find me a decent sort of fellow if you care
 to stick around for some dinner.”

  Aquila’s stomach growled at the thought of eating something.  Food had not
 crossed her mind since she left the monastery.  “You know anything about making
these hides into rugs and the like?”

  The man chuckled.  “Why of course.  ‘Tis what I do for a living.  Bring it on inside
and I’ll get ya some supper.  We’ll talk of that after we’re done.  The name’s Triolitus,
but friends call me Trio.”

  Aquila looked him up and down carefully before inching forward.  “Aquila.”

  Trio moved back towards the hut.  “Now that we have pleasantries behind us, let us
 get on with dinner makings!”

  Aquila then and there decided he must be friendly and quickly moved across the river
.  Her stomach’s aching suddenly became increasingly more evident.  Maybe it would
 not hurt to let down the guard long enough to get something to eat.

  Once inside the dimly lit hut, her eyes scanned the room.  Against the far corner
was a low wide crudely made bed with a small table next to it.  A well burned candle
 sat on a wood block atop it as well as a chunk of charcoal and parchment paper.  A
 hearth with a chimney above it sat on the direct opposite corner of the room, a large
cauldron sat over a fire, steam rising above it from its contents.  

  Just to the right was a table with two crudely built chairs beside it.  On her left was a
workbench with various tools scattered about.  Animal hide rugs scattered the floor
 and hung from the walls all the way around the hut and Aquila knew Deus’ providence
 had led her to the right man.

  Trio motioned to the workbench.  “Drop your belongings on the bench here and go
wash up in the river.  Aquila dropped all but her bow and arrows and returned to the
river.  As she vigorously scrubbed her hands and arms in the coolness of the river’s water
 she thought how wonderful it would be to immerse her aching body in its inviting comfort.
 Maybe she could find time before turning in for the night.

  Trio watched his visitor through a small window in the front wall of his hut and hummed the
tune his mother taught him as a child.  Aquila was certainly an interesting little thing.  Where
she had come from he could not determine.  Her brown robe spoke of a monk’s clothing
but there were no female monks.  Only the Sisters, but they wore black robes.

  Her age was too hard to tell.  Her size would suggest a wee lass but her voice and
mannerisms spoke of one much older.  Her tired steps told him she had been travelling
for some time.  Trio would take care of her.  Before she left he would make sure she had
a good night’s rest and a full stomach.  Her face was gaunt and her hands seemed to tremble
 like they would shake themselves off.

  Aquila slowly rose from the riverbed and turned back to the hut.  She could feel her body
 growing weaker with every step she took.  Once inside she almost fell into the chair.  A
wooden bowl almost magically appeared in front of her and a spoon was somehow in her
 hand before she could think.

  The creamy broth was hot but Aquila did not notice as she consumed the contents of the
 bowl.  When it was gone, she looked up to find Trio watching her across the table, eyes
 wide, spoon poised mid-air above his own bowl.  “Mercy, Child!”

  Aquila wiped the dribble off of her chin and looked down in embarrassment.  It did not
 last long when Trio refilled her bowl and placed a plate of hot bread beside it.  Aquila did
 not miss a beat and had a chunk of bread in one hand, the spoon in the other continuously
 moving.

  Trio shook his head as he proceeded to eat his own meal.  “How does a wee one like
yourself survive out there?”

  Aquila swallowed a chunk of bread and looked at him.  “How does anyone survive out
 there?”

  “Pardon my forwardness, but do you mind me asking how old ye be?”

  “Not yet twenty years of age.”

  “What has you so wanderlust like?”

  Aquila looked down and did not answer for a good long while.  Then taking a deep breath,
 she responded.  “My family was thrust out of our home.”

  “Have ye been walking all this way?  Where do ye hail from?”

  Aquila recanted her journey in full length from her trek out of Braedoch Forest to the
monastery and then here.  She left out the meeting with the man who gave her the pouch
which she only just then remembered still hung underneath her robes.

  Trio gave a low whistle and shook his head.  “A strong constitution have ye.  Not many
a person could take such a hard long journey as ye have and still be breathing.”

  Aquila only shrugged and continued on eating.  The full loaf that had been sitting beside
 her was now reduced to crumbs and she emptied her second bowl.  “Thank you, it was
very good.”

  “Bah, only a modest meal it is,” Trio brushed the compliment off and took the plate and
bowl to a basin of water next to the hearth.  “You must stay here for the night.  I will bunk
out in the stable with the animals and you can have my bed.”

  Aquila looked up in surprise.  “There is a stable?”

  Trio nodded.  “There is, but it is back behind the trees a bit down the path.”

  “I can sleep in the stable, I do not wish to take your bed from you.”

  “Absolutely not.  No guest of mine shall be relegated to those quarters, no ma’am.  I am
 quite fond of my friends out there, I shall be quite comfortable,” Trio insisted.

  Aquila sighed and willingly relented.  Exhaustion was slowly overcoming her thoughts and
 movements.  Before she realized what she was doing she was curling up in the bed and falling
 fast asleep.

  Trio was humming his mother’s tune and turned around to ask his guest if she wanted to
 work with her lion when he discovered a vacant table.  Glancing across the room he shook
 his head.  “Poor Lass.”

  Trio covered his rather smelly guest up with his favorite fur blanket and blew out all of the
 candles lit in the room.  She would sleep well tonight.

                                                                            *****

  Aquila slowly opened her eyes and stared at the wall in front of her.  Blinking once, then twice,
 she slowly recanted the events of yesterday.  The gentle humming of Trio’s voice filtered in
 through the window and she sat up.

  The smell of the dried blood on her clothes reminded her of her filthy state and she wrinkled
 her nose.  A bath was first on her list of things to do.

  Aquila’s bare feet had barely touched the floor when the door creaked open.  Trio stepped
 in and smiled at small guest.  “Good morning, my child.  Care to break the fast with me?  There
 will be no simple fare this morning as I have been out a hunting!”

  Trio held up a featherless feasant and Aquila licked her lips.  “Not usual fare for the first meal
 of the day.”

  “No, but Trio here does not do many things the usual peasant would do.  It’s a feast all day
 every day for me and it shall for you as well!” Trio grinned and then suddenly as if smelling
 Aquila’s stench afresh, he asked, “Have ye any other clothes to wear?”

  Aquila blushed in embarrassment and grabbed her bag from beside the workbench.  “I have a
 few pairs.”

  “If ye follow the riverbed down through the woods just yonder then you shall find sufficient
 cover in which to do yer bathing,” Trio cocked his head just so.

  Aquila nodded and quickly slipped out of the house.  How she would enjoy this.  True to his
word, Aquila walked inside the edge of the river down a ways until she found herself
completely surrounded by thick trees and bushes.  She pulled out her second brown robe
 and draped it over a bush.  Thankful she had thought to take a bar of soap from the monastery
 she slipped it under the cold water before scrubbing it across her body from head to toe.

  Once complete she dropped onto her back in the river and sighed with relief.  Only allowing a
few moments relief to overcome her travel weary body she pulled herself up and quickly dressed
 in her clean robe.  Tying a small twig from a bush through the neck and sleeve of her dirty robe,
she fastened it to a root of a tree that stuck out into the river and allowed the robe to soak in the
 water while she gathered her things and returned to the hut.

  The smell of the roasting pheasant greeted her senses as she neared the doorstep and her mouth
 opened slightly in pleasant expectation.  “Trio, it smells so wonderful!”

  Trio winked at her.  “Pull up a chair, Child.”

  Aquila obeyed.  “After we break the fast can you teach me how to turn the lion into something?”

  “Certainly.”

  True to his word, upon completion of the meal, Trio picked up the cat skin and turned it over.
 “Aha, this will be first.”

  Trio explained every last detail of the work required and then took her step by step.  By late
afternoon the cat’s skin had been completely cleaned, treated, and prepared to dry out in the
sun as the last step.  Aquila beamed with pride at her work as Trio praised her quick wit in
 learning.

  For the next three days Aquila remained with Trio.  Trio took her out on his trap line and taught
 her how to set them up, how to make her own traps, and allowed her to clean the skins and
create rugs and leather bags out of them.  Then on the third day Trio took her into town.

  “You can’t be going off doing this stuff without knowing how to get a fair price for your work.
 Never let anyone take advantage of you.  They will try their best to do so but do not let your
hopes to sell get in the way of getting a good price for your wares,” Trio lectured.

  Aquila stared at the surrounding town in wide eyed wonder trying to pay attention to Trio’s
words.  It was all completely new to her.  Horses and coaches ran this way and that, people
were all over the place swarming like a hornet’s nest all awhirl.  Absentmindedly, Aquila grabbed
 Trio’s large arm and clung to his side in fear of being trampled and lost in the mass.

  Trio only glanced down at the small girl at his side and bit his lip.  He was growing rather fond of
 his guest.  He had never had a wife.  Thinking back to the one love he had allowed himself the pleasure
of...she had been a beauty.  Her love and passion he once thought he would never lose.
But it had been a mistake.  Now so many years later he wondered if she had been telling
 the truth when she said the child was his...  Trio shook his head and turned his attention
back to the child at his side.  He was over twice her age and felt like he could reasonably
call her his child.  She had never talked of her father and now wondered if she ever knew him.

  A rather questionable character leaning up against the side of a building looked her up and down
 and Trio gave him the most menacing look he could muster.  Trio had never looked at himself in
 a mirror but his look must have been a pretty good one as he quickly lowered his gaze and skulked
 away.

  Smirking beneath his red beard, he walked a little taller.  If she cared to stay with him forever
 he would not mind.  

  Aquila listened and watched as Trio bartered with one of the local tradesmen over the price
of his wares.  The tradesman did not want to give him what he was asking for so after a few
minutes of arguing Trio picked up his things and turned to go.  The flustered tradesman stuttered
 and then called out, “Wait!”

  Aquila noticed the smug look of satisfaction on Trio’s face and grinned.  He had been expecting
 him to sway.

  “Good man, Taurus!” Trio declared.  “I knew I could count on you.”

  “I suppose I should know better than to argue the price with you, Trio,” Taurus muttered
sourly.  “But you always have the best furs and bags to sell that I cannot afford to lose you.”

  Aquila once again assisted Trio in setting everything out on the counter one by one.  Just as
she placed the last one up on the counter she noticed Taurus watching her with his squinty
black eyes.  Aquila quickly shrunk behind Trio and peeked around him at the offensive
gentleman.

  Trio glanced down at her and then frowned at Taurus.  Taurus stroked his long thinning
black beard with a dirty hand and then looked up at Trio.  “How much for her?”

  Trio slammed his fist down on the cabinet.  “She isn’t mine to sell, Taurus, now you leave
 the chi—girl alone.”

  Taurus scowled.  “You know I have been looking for more help around here.”

  Trio scoffed.  “Help!  You mean another wench!”

  Taurus quickly counted out the pennies for each item.  When Trio was satisfied with the
 toll, he brushed the coins into a leather purse and handed it to Aquila.  “Hold onto that for
me now.”

  Aquila obediently secured it to her belt and raised her chin to Taurus.  “I, sir, am not for
sale and I shall certainly not become your wench!”

  Trio patted her on the shoulder proudly and then led her outside.  “He shan’t be messing
 with you, Child.”

  Once beyond earshot of Taurus, who stood watching them from the door until a patron
 entered his shop, Aquila turned to Trio and asked, “What’s a wench?”

  Trio gave a hearty laugh.  “Child, I had no idea you did not know what it meant when
you used it!”

  Aquila was confused.  What was so funny?

  When Trio could recover himself, he explained how Taurus was well known to buy slave
 girls from the slave market or take in homeless waifs to work in his store during the day
and then use for his entertainment at night.  They were ill fed and abused and more often
than not were carried out only after a few months to be buried in the local cemetery.  Very
 few had managed to survive his ill treatment.

  Aquila shivered at the thought.  “Oh, what a repulsive man!”

  All of a sudden Trio stopped in front of a rather crudely built building and stared at it,
seemingly lost in thought as he stroked his beard.  Then he looked down at Aquila and
 said, “I was thinking about building a room off of my hut.  I could make a bed for you in
 there and give you some privacy.  You have been doing a fine job with the skins.  We
could make a great team and you would earn your wages plus room and board if you
cared to help me with the trap line.”

  Aquila stared wide eyed up at the big man.  She had certainly grown fond of Trio…but
 something told her she was not where she belonged.  “Trio…oh, I thank you for your
 gracious offer.  I have enjoyed my stay with you, I have, but…I do not feel like my
journey is complete just yet.  Maybe I will go on and then if I do not find an end somewhere
 else then I can come back, yes?”

  Trio smiled and Aquila could have sworn she saw a tear roll down his cheek.  “Certainly,
 my child.  You will always be welcome at Trio’s house.  Any time.”

  Aquila threw her arms around the big man’s waist and squeezed him tight.  It felt good to
 know there was some place in the world she could return to if she could find nowhere else
 to rest.

  That night after Trio retired to the stable, Aquila took the leather purse off of her belt and
set it on the desk beside the bed.  Taking the lump of charcoal and a piece of parchment
paper, she carefully scrawled out these words:

  Dearest Trio,

    My heart aches to say goodbye but I must.  My journey is not complete.  I will be
going on towards the north east.  You will find the money for your skins in full tale
 in the bag, I take nothing that I did not bring with me.  Think of me often and with
 great fondness, I hope to see you once more.

  With love,

      Your adopted daughter

  Aquila wiped away the tears that now flowed freely.  She felt like she was leaving her
siblings all over again.  For a moment she questioned her reasons for leaving as she held
the parchment paper in her hands, but then set it down, picked up her bag of things, and
 left.  

                                                             **********

  Aquila brushed away the leaves from under the big pine tree.  She had been traveling
 by foot for two weeks.  Now she was just too exhausted to go any further.  It was a
mountainous range that she had stumbled onto two days before.  Until the mountains,
the area had been alive with trees but now it was nothing but rock.  She found it rather
 strange that this one lone Pine tree should be there, but it was, and she had used it as a
 shelter for the past couple of days.  Now she lay down beneath its big branches and
 hugged herself.  

  “You will make it, Aquila.  I have faith in you.”  Aiden's last words rang in her
head.  He had followed her out that evening she had left and assisted her onto Tayla.
 But when she showed the least bit of doubt that his faith had been accurately placed,
 he had made her say it herself.

  As she so often did, she pulled out the cross pendant and fingered it for a short moment.
 Now she was more than ever determined to make it through.  Thoughts of her last home
with Trio drifted across her mind as she fell asleep.

                                                                             *******

  Aquila trudged up the small path on the side of the mountain.  The ocean was alive and
she enjoyed the cool breeze that blew off the sparkly blue waters beneath her.  She had been
 at this for a couple of hours now and it did not seem like it was going anywhere but the
 breeze and the smell of the ocean helped to rejuvenate her.  She did not know what she
 was looking for.  Maybe a place to stay?  In these mountains?  She thought ruefully.

  She was better off going back to town and finding a place there but then again, she would
 have to face people...and men.  Her experience with Taurus left a bad taste in her mouth
and she did not want to try and weed out the good men from the bad.  

  Aquila was about to turn around and go back when she leveled off onto a small landing.
She chanced a glance upwards and saw a large cliff looming above covered in thick, lush,
green life.  There seemed to be a big rock covered in the beautiful greenery right in the
center of it.  It was almost like another part to the mountain but something was oddly
 peculiar about it.  The only thing was that it was a far distance up and there seemed to
 be only one way up: a narrow ledge that wound up the side of the mountain all the way
 to the top.  But it was green, which meant there had to be some sort of water source
up there and it would be a great place to remain out of the way.  It was possible there
 was a cave hidden behind the vines.  What also intrigued her interest was the lone tall
tree that looked misplaced on the otherwise barren mountainside.  

  Determined to make it before evening, Aquila flattened her body against the mountain's
side and inched her way up.  Occasionally her left foot slipped and she stopped abruptly,
 grabbing onto whatever her fingers could reach, to keep from plummeting off the narrow
 ledge.  Sweat beaded down her forehead and more than once she wondered if she should
 have turned back.

  Two hours later, she reached the top.  Wiping the sweat from her brow, she studied the
 scene before her.   One tall pine tree grew out of what seemed like pure rock on one side
 and then greenery sprouted up so thickly that you could not see the rock it covered.  She
 frowned and put her hand into the greenery to feel the wall of the rock.  It was flat and not
 bumpy and jagged like the mountain had been so far.  

  She stepped back and looked up.  The wall went up for a hundred feet.  There was a
slightly smaller wall on top of the rock.  All of a sudden, a bird flew out of the smaller wall
on top.  Aquila's eyes widened.  Was that a window in the wall?  

  Aquila walked around the big green wall.  She was completely worn out after the long
trip around, but now she was convinced more than ever that she had found her a place to
 stay.  The closer she looked at the large wall the more it was evident that it was not just
 a big rock.  It was a palace and most obviously abandoned.

  Her job now would be to find the door and clear it, so that she could get in and out.
 Unfortunately it was getting late and the sun was already disappearing behind the mountains.
  She would camp here tonight; instead of going all the way back to the pine tree she had
called home the past few days, and would wake with the dawn.  It was sure to be a beautiful
 sunrise.  

                                                             *******

  Aquila frowned in exasperation.  She had been looking for a door all day and had come
up empty.  It was nothing but vines, wall, and more vines.  She looked up at the retreating
 sun.  Had she really been working that long?  

  Aquila was about to give up.  Maybe this was not a castle.  But every time she looked at
 it the more she was convinced that that was exactly what she had stumbled across.  Just as
she was about to pull away, she felt something.  It was small and barely even there, explaining
 why she had missed it altogether the first two times.  It was a small line that ran straight up
 and down.  She pulled the vines away from it and looked.  It was indented slightly and it
was a darker gray than the rest of the wall as if someone had put mortar in the crack.  Had
someone been actually trying to conceal it from the outside world?  Was there someone
 living inside?  Surely there was no way someone could survive closed up in there for so long.

  Aquila pulled out the knife she had, concealed in her robe, and began chipping away the
thin layer of mortar in the crack.  It was easy, and with only the help of the bushes to climb
on to remove the mortar from the top part of the door, she had it finished by night fall.  
Unfortunately, the same vines and bushes she had used to aid in her endeavor would have
 to be dug up and moved before she could open the door.

  It was the work of another day.

                                                                            ********

  Aquila pulled furiously at the base of the vine.  She grunted in the effort until she had to
pause and catch her breath.  She pushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her face.  She had
 been digging with her knife and hands all morning and afternoon pulling vines out of the ground.
  Now there was only one left, but it was the biggest one and it was proving to be just as big a
 challenge as its size.

  Aquila looked around quickly before grabbing the root at the base and throwing her body
 into an all out battle with the vine.  Her face turned red and her fingers white, sweat pouring
 down her body, as she let out the biggest battle cry her lungs could give.  

  Suddenly she heard the vine groan, she felt it giving away, and she was not sure that was
 what she wanted it to do at this moment but there was nothing she could do to stop it.  

  “Oh, no!” she muttered as the vine let go of its hold and she fell backwards landing hard
on her derrière.  “Ow!” Aquila almost screamed.  There was a rock perfectly situated so that
 her tail bone landed on the jagged top.

  Aquila held up the vine with it is dirt clod vines and cursed it.  She stood and winced.  It
would smart for a few days...maybe even weeks.  Just then she remembered the reason she
 had gone to all that trouble.  The door was free of the pesky petiolaris vines and she could
 open the door.  Aquila grabbed the knob and pulled it down.  The door groaned and
 complained with the stress that she was putting on its old rusty hinges but did not budge.  

  Aquila frowned and examined the mortar in the space between the door and the wall.
Forcing her knife into the crease, she worked it along until the thin layer of mortar started
 falling out.  It was only a cover up job, not a permanent solution.  Finally, when she had it
 all cleared, she tried once more.  Still, the door did not want to move.

  Persistent in her endeavors, Aquila pulled and pulled.  Deciding that it was quite safe to
do with the door as she had done with the vine, she stopped and breathed for a moment.
Energy is what she would need for this job.

  Turning to look out over the cliff and the vast expanse of the ocean before her, she sighed.
  Even at this height she could smell the salty waters below and when she closed her eyes, she
 could feel the water splashing up on her as it hit the rocky wall.  She had definitely found her
 home.

  Moments later she turned back to the door.  Setting her shoulders in determination, she
grabbed the door handle and counted, “One...two...three!”

  Throwing everything into it, she pulled and pulled.  The door groaned and creaked,
stubbornly refusing to give way.  Yet Aquila continued.  Opening her mouth and air passage,
she took a deep breath and cried out.  The sound echoed off of the mountainside and carried
 over the sea, but the door still did not budge.  

  Stopping and letting go of the door, she gasped for air.  “One,” she grabbed the handle again.
“Two...three!”

  Once again she threw her weight into it and hollered for all her worth.  The door creaked and
groaned and then all of a sudden it budged slightly and she stilled.  It was beginning to open.  
After panting for a moment, she tightened her hold on the handle and pulled.

  Little by little, inch by inch, the door gave way and opened.  Finally she stopped and stared
inside the open portal.  

  It was dark inside, but the light shining through the doorway revealed cobblestone flooring.
 Aquila stepped just inside the doorway and felt unearthly cool.  Just to the right of the door there
 was a torch and she took it from it is anchor.  Now if she could find some way to light it.

  Aquila stepped outside and looked inside her small bag for something with which to start a
flame.  There was a flat stone inside and she pulled it out.  She grabbed the rock she had landed
 on and sat down.  Anchoring the torch in between her legs she struck the jagged rock against
 the smooth one several times.  Nothing was happening.  She tried some more until she finally
saw something.  Several more tries and something started going for her.  The rock threw a
large spark and, before long, it engulfed the cobweb covered torch in a bright blaze.  

  She dropped both rocks by the doorway and took the torch.  She held the torch high, as
she stepped through the doorway, into the chilly air of the castle.  It was a slightly large room
with cupboards along the wall.  In the middle of the room was a big black cauldron covered in
dust and cobwebs.  It hung at an awkward angle as one end was sitting on a blackened hearth
and the other half was held up by a rusty chain from a pole affixed above it.  This must be the
 kitchen, Aquila mused.  Aquila swung the torch around until she found a door.  She opened it
 to find a pantry. Rats quickly ran for cover from the light behind various tins and hole filled boxes
 all over the floor.  She shut the door and shivered. She hated rodents.  She found a second door.
This has to be the door into the corridor, Aquila told herself. As she put her hand on the doorknob,
 it was as if something was awaiting her on the other side. The hair on her neck and arms stood on end.
 Something was not right about this place.   She froze as a cool breeze hit her, taking her breath away.

Chapter 4 

 Aquila took a deep breath and turned the knob.  At the same time a cool draft caught
 the door and it flew backwards, hitting the wall with a big bang.  Aquila jumped and screamed. 
There was nothing but a dark hallway.    Aquila took a deep breath.  Calm down, Aquila. 
There is no one else here.  Besides, what could possibly be living in here besides rats and
bats?  Just watch out for them and they will leave you alone.  Now get a grip!  Aquila
 took the torch that sat on its anchor beside the door and lit it with the torch she already held.

  She would need all the help she could get.  She poked the torch through the doorway and
held it high to help illuminate the hall and eliminate the cobwebs hanging down.  If she did live
 in this place, she would need it slightly decent.  What better time to start then now?  There
 were two small double doors just to the left, as she started down the hallway, and she
opened one and poked the torch in.  There was an old fireplace at the other end of the small
room.  Two dusty settees sat opposite each other in front of the fireplace, dust and cobwebs
 now the only thing taking residence on them.  Beside the one to the left on top of a small
wooden table lay a tin cup on its side, a dark stain on the table told of the cup’s contents
 now long gone.  

 Aquila left the door open and turned back to the hall.  Torches lined the hall and she now took
 the time to light them.  There were two other doorways, one to each side that she opened.  
Beds lined the walls in each with a small fireplace to one side of the room.  The same story
 in each one: cobwebs and dust with an occasional rat or two.  Now the corridor turned
at a sharp 90º angle and on the darkness went.  She cautiously moved forward, lighting
the torches as she went.  Her guess was that she had just come through the servants' quarters.    

 Halfway down the hall she found a set of double doors that opened into a large spacious
 room that had double doors along the sides and on the far right were two magnificent
oak doors that reached the ceiling.  It was no doubt the front of the ballroom.  A beautifully
 ornate chandelier sat in the middle of the floor, a rope going up from it to the ceiling
 through a pulley.  The other end of the rope was rotted and hung loosely halfway down.

   Stepping into the large room, she gazed in awe at the pictures painted on the ceilings.
 It was as if a story was being told of generations past, etched into the fiber of what
would go on before.  Pictures of elegant women and finely dressed men danced
 across the vast expanse floating above her.  Gracefully positioning herself as one
of the ladies was in the arms of a gentleman, she closed her eyes and slowly
 swayed from side to side, turning around the room.  Humming to herself a song that
 she faintly remembered hearing as a child, she imagined herself in the arm of one of
 those gentlemen. 

  Suddenly she stopped abruptly and shook her head.  It would never happen.  She could never
subject herself to another man’s will again.  Aquila crossed the floor to the hallway and closed
 the door softly, then continued down the hallway until she reached a door to the left.  Its hinges
 groaned and complained as it revealed a large desk at the far end of a wide book-lined room.
 A settee sat with its back to her and there was a small table at each end.  A single beam of light
that shone through the vine covered window, whose drapes hung half torn from its hooks,
 rested on top of a small tattered book, a quill and pen sat beside it on the desk.    

 As Aquila stepped into the room the feeling of something unknown and mysterious
returned and she shuddered.  Goosebumps covered her skin as the hair on her neck
 rose.  The air was tense with a sense of dread.  Aquila could not understand why.  
It was an uninhabited room.

 Aquila moved around the room looking at the endless volumes of books.  There
was a row of thick historical texts and she pulled one that lay flat on its side
off of the shelf.  It was the latest dated text on the shelf, but it was still two
hundred years old.  She ran her finger over the top and dust two inches thick rubbed
off.  She wrinkled her nose and wiped her finger on her leg.  She blew on it and
 instantly regretted it.  Dust flew everywhere, into her eyes, mouth, and nose.  She
sneezed three times as her eyes started watering to rid themselves of the intruding particles. 

When she had finally cleared her eyes of the dust, and she was able to see again,
 she opened the cover.  Just inside was an inscription that read, “Quentin, of the
Lucian Kingdom, in the province of Meru”.  She carefully turned the pages until she
found “Quentin”.  There was an ink sketch of a magnificent castle in all its glory.  Flags
 flew at each corner hailing the circular cobblestone drive that came up to a wide staircase
 that led up to two gigantic oak doors.  The grounds were well cared for, rose bushes
 lined the steps, and the drive and the grass was well tended.  Two guards in full regal
attire stood at each side of the doors and two more at each side of the bottom of the
steps and a carriage with a coat of arms painted on its side sat attached to two beautiful
 white bays just off to the side.

 There were two guards that patrolled the top of the castle and just below them,
 on the second floor, was a good sized window with beautifully ornate curtains
drawn back.  The picture was done so well that you could see couples dancing in
the ballroom there on the second floor.  A beautiful sunset framed the castle
 in the background and Aquila felt as if she were there...for a second.  The door reaked
and she jumped and dropped the book.  No one was there. 

 Aquila scooped up the book and quickly placed it on the shelf.  She moved
 to the desk, her attention was drawn to the book on which the beam of light rested.
  She opened it tenderly so as not to tear the fragile pages and read the first
line aloud.  “The humble recordings of Alverdine Portchi, the beloved of Sark
 Thatcher, of the royal Lucians.”

Aquila read a few entries at the beginning and then moved to the middle of the book. 
Her eyes scanned the page until they spotted the words, "day of atonement”.  
Her eyes focused on that one word for a moment before she went back to the
beginning of that entry.  It was dated, “the thirteenth day of the month of June, in the year of our Lord,
1224.”  It had only been fifty years since this entry had been written. 

 The entry started, “How could I have been so foolish!  Sark will not listen to me.  He thinks my
council is foolish.  It worked for myparents back at home.  Who is he to think it would not
 work here?  One day I shall rule the kingdom and things shall be as they should.  The people
will fear me and will do as Isay.  Then we shall thrive and Sark will have to listen to me.  
These servants are allowed too much slack.  Just you wait and see, King Sark Thatcher,
when I am queen you will cater to me and to my wants and will have nothing wanting and will
understand why I say the things I have advised you to do.  The day of atonement draweth near!”

 Aquila frowned and closed the book.  She would take this with her for later reading.  
Aquila tucked the book into the front of her robe and took a last look around the room
before heading for the door.

                                                                             *********

  Aquila slowly clicked the small rusty trap open and pulled away.  Wiping the sweat off her
brow with the back of a grimy hand, she took a deep breath.  She had been walking along for a
 day now plotting a trap line for her to use as a means for a living and had just now started the
turn towards home.  The discovery of a wide clear stream would prove useful as a good
 camping ground, as well as a natural source to lure animals with.  After sufficiently covering
the trap with leaves, and hoping that the rusty trap would come through for her, Aquila stood
and continued on her way.  A few hours later she abruptly found herself at the edge of the forest,
a decently sized thriving village sprawled out before her.

  She had known by references made in the books in the library that there was a town
 nearby, but she had not been certain as to the direction it was in.  “Deus’ providence
 has surely led me to you,” she announced to the empty air in front of her.  Suddenly
 realizing the irony of talking to herself, she shook her head and moved forward.  Once
 in town, Aquila started to get nervous.  The people of this town were not all too accustomed
 to strangers.  Everyone seemed to stop and stare as she walked down the middle of the
street.  Maybe I should not walk down the middle of the street in this garb.  That is
 probably what is drawing all the attention, you numbskull! Aquila mentally laughed
at herself.

    Quickly moving to the shadows of the buildings, she examined every building and its
wares as she moved.  Street vendors looked at her warily as she drew near and then
began trying to sell her their stock.

  Aquila walked up and down every street she came to until she walked up on the
 trapper's store.  Venturing inside she studied the wares.  There were many different
items of interest.  Rugs, belts, purses and satchels, mounted animal heads.  She was
examining one particularly fine rug when a friendly sort of voice spoke up, “Can I help you?”

  Aquila jumped and whirled around.  “Oh!  I am sorry.  I was just looking at your things.  They
 are so nice.”

 The round burly man’s face lit with a smile that went from ear to ear.  “Why thank you!  I only
 buy from the best!”

 “I see that.  Maybe I can interest you in the future in some of the things I make,” Aquila
said as she fingered the fine rug she had been looking at.

  “Oh?  Do you make rugs and the sort?”  The man’s thick brown eyebrows shot up.

  “Yes, I do.  In fact, I just got finished setting up my line of traps.  Tell me, would you
 know of a place here in town where I could maybe purchase for use as a workshop?”

  “Not right off the top of my head.  The banker would know of places for sale.  He is
 just down the street.  By the way, my name is Boar Knifke.”

 “Aquila.”  

 Boar gracefully accepted the hand Aquila offered and he bowed low.  “It will be my
pleasure to do business with you, my dear.  I take it you are fairly newcomer around here. 
As a gift of good faith between me and thee, I insist you take this fine rug you are so interested
in.  May it bring you warmth on the cold winter nights.  You say you live here in town?”

  “Oh, I did not say that,” Aquila quickly corrected.  “But the rug will definitely help,
 thank you very much.  I promise I will repay your kindness.”  

Boar just brushed her off and quickly rolled up the rug.  “Do not trouble yourself. 
I feel we shall become good friends.”

 Aquila thanked him again, picked up the heavy rug, and turned to leave.  As Aquila
stepped outside, she forgot about the porch and fell into the dirt.  Aquila lifted her head
and shook it.  Spitting the dust out of her mouth, she struggled to her feet, barely
noticing the hand that was gently helping her up.

  A tall woman with a mass of blond curls piled atop her head stood in front of her,
Aquila’s rug draped over her shoulder.  “Are you alright?  I saw you take the fall.
 That must have come as quite a shock!”

 “Yes, I am fine, thank you,” Aquila nodded and smiled. 

“Good.  I am Lady Fridgeirsen,” the lady beamed. 

“Aquila.” 

“My home is just two streets down.  Would you care to join me for my afternoon tea?”
Lady Fridgeirsen invited as she tucked a stray wisp of her sun-bleached hair back into
her straw bonnet. 

 Aquila thought for a moment.  She had nothing better to do other than to go home
and that could wait a little bit.  She was certain that if she stepped up her pace, she
could certainly make it back to the creek before she had to camp for the night.  “I
would be delighted, Lady Fridgeirsen.  I am feeling a little faint with the heat.”  The
 last part was a lie and Aquila mentally slapped herself for not leaving it at, “I would
be delighted.”  Even with her small stature, she could endure what some people four
 times her size could not.  

 Aquila followed silently behind Lady Fridgeirsen as her host talked on and on
about the town and all the happenings as of late.  Aquila's eyes widened and
 laughed as she talked of everything from devastating swirling winds to flocks of chicken
s running through town as if their heads were chopped off.

 Before she knew it, Aquila found herself in a messy little kitchen, sitting at an
oak table with four decorative chairs.  Messy was putting it lightly.  It was
obvious she was in the process of reorganizing everything.  

 “Excuse the mess of things.  I'm preparing it to be sold,” Lady Fridgeirsen chuckled
as she placed a kettle over the cast iron stove. “I just started repainting the kitchen,
as you can tell.” 

  Lady Fridgeirsen moved to sit in the chair beside her, and for a moment, all was
 silent.  Aquila folded her hands and placed them on the table, uncomfortable with
the lull in the conversation.

 Lady Fridgeirsen placed a hand over Aquila's and squeezed.  “You are new to town
and young.  If you need a place to stay, I would be more than happy to accommodate you.”

 Aquila smiled reassuring.  “Thank you so much for your kind offer and concern, but I am
staying in the eastern mountains far out of town away from harm.  You need not worry,
Lady Fridgeirsen.”  

 Lady Fridgeirsen patted her hands.  “Well, if you ever need anything, you are always
welcome here.  And also, please call me Minella.  That is my first name and I would be
 very happy if you and I could become good friends.  Are you planning on coming to
 the village often?”  

 “Whenever I check my traps, I will come right through the village,”
Aquila informed her. 
 “Then you must stop in here every time and have tea with me.”

 Aquila thought for a moment before deciding that she rather liked Minella.  “I would
 love to see you, Minella, whenever I can come through town.”  

 An hour later, Aquila finally managed to take her exit and quickly left town.
 A glance at the sky told her she should not have taken so long.  Still, she could
 make it to the creek.

 The sun disappeared and the wolves were howling long before Aquila finally
came upon the creek.  It had taken her a little bit longer to set up the few traps
she had plotted for her return trip than she thought.  Relieved and completely
exhausted, she collapsed under a large oak tree and fell asleep.

                                                            *********

 Aquila sighed beneath the warm morning sun and opened her eyes.  There just in front of
 her face was the long face of a hideous creature.  Its dark yellow scales shimmered in the
sun.  She could only see one glassy green eye from the angle of the face but it was watching
 her carefully.    

 She would have loved nothing more than to run, but not knowing how it would react to
such rash behavior, she stilled the wild beatings of her heart and remained motionless.
 It seemed to sense her conscious state and it moved.  Suddenly the warm comfortable
feeling left as it rose to its feet.  Aquila blinked as she realized that it had not been the
warm morning sun that she felt, but the warmth of the gold dragon that had come to
cover her overnight.   

 It turned its full attention to her, its wings securely tucked beside its muscular body.  
Remembering that Gold Dragons were supposed to be friendly, Aquila moved slowly and
 cautiously to a sitting position.  Still the dragon did nothing.

   Aquila cocked her head to the side, and did a double-take when the dragon
did the same.  Aquila straightened her head and then cocked it to the other side.  
The dragon mimicked her again.  Aquila straightened and then leaned closer.  The
 dragon did so as well and Aquila choked back a laugh.  

 “Can we be friends?” she asked the creature. 
 Remarkably the dragon moved to her side and tucked her safely into the folds of his
 left wing as if to say yes.  Aquila smiled.  “Then I shall call you Leo.”

 A few minutes later Aquila moved from her spot to the river and waded in.  Breakfast
would have to be fish, as she had forgotten to purchase anything in town.  No
mind at all.  Aquila had taught herself to be a fairly decent fisher at home when she
 had nothing better to do than to sit by the river and sing. 

 Ten minutes later she threw a yellow bullhead onto the bank, a safe distance
away from the water's edge.  Aquila started to turn back but stopped abruptly
when Leo stood and breathed fire onto the rebellious catfish.    

 When Leo pulled back, the fish lay still.  She noticed the brownish-gold hue the fish
now had and nodded, “Humph.”  

 Her attention was drawn away when something shimmered in the water and she
 prepared for her final catch.  Five minutes later she came up with a white
catfish this time and threw it next to the first fish. Leo did the same thing and
Aquila returned to the banks.   

 Once the meat was taken off the bones, Aquila studied it.  The meat was
 already well done.  She took a bite.  “Mm, Leo!  You need to come home
with me.  You can be the cook!”   

 When she had finished the fish, she looked up to find Leo watching her
curiously.  “Oh, no!  How rude of me.  I shall catch you one before we go home.”

  Ten minutes later and Aquila had him a fish.  Aquila went to throw it onto the bank
 but Leo stepped forward and caught it with his mouth and swallowed it in one smooth
 motion.  Aquila tossed him a few more before drying her hands with her robe.  Aquila
stepped onto the bank and smiled.  “We make a good team, Leo!”  Aquila walked
upstream for a little ways, pondering her fortune at finding two new friends, as Leo's
shadow from above the trees followed her all the way.  After finding a thinner place in
 the river, she crossed and then oriented herself in the right direction.  That night, as she
 walked up to the base of the mountain where the palace sat, she looked up wearily and
moaned. She had hoped she would make it home for a good night's sleep on her
homemade straw mattress, but as tired and weary as she was, she did not look on
 that feat with pleasure.  

 Suddenly, Leo landed and lowered himself.  His wings outstretched and waiting, Aquila
 frowned.  What was he trying to say?  Leo flapped his wings a couple of beats then
back up towards her.  Aquila thought for a moment, measuring the animal’s size.
 It was not very big at all, but it was bigger than her by a bit.  It could carry her and
 maybe that was what he was trying to say.  Shrugging, she slowly and cautiously
climbed onto Leo’s back.  His long wings expanded to their full length and began
moving gracefully up and down, and before Aquila knew what was happening, Leo
 lifted them both into the sky.  They were soaring up the mountain side at a brisk pace,
 and much sooner than Aquila could have imagined, he had them sitting on the cliff where
 the palace sat. 

 “Good boy, Leo,” Aquila patted his head.  “You can sleep in the kitchen if you like.”

  Aquila opened the door and stood aside as Leo looked hesitantly through the doorway.
 Finally it cautiously ventured inside.  Aquila shut the door and patted its head.  “Find you
a comfortable spot to sleep, Leo.  I shall see you in the morning.”

                                                            *************

  Aquila pulled at the board.  She had been exploring the kitchen for what seemed like hours,
 the words in the journal playing over in her mind.  I stashed a slew of weapons in a secret
 compartment in the bottom of the cupboards.  I have turned all the kitchen servants
against Sark and have successfully fooled them into believing in me.  We are still so far
 from our day of atonement but it will come at the last and what a glorious day it shall
be.  If only I could trust my Love to talk with him about it…but I fear he is still highly
devoted to his king though he spent last night in my quarters.

 Aquila had to read the last part again.  Someone had betrayed their king and had an affair
with his wife now fifteen years after their marriage.  Who was this person?  Captain of the
 guard, butler, personal assistant?  The journal entry went on to talk about him without
actually naming him.  He seemed to be important somewhere in the ranks of the castle’s
attendants.

 It also puzzled Aquila what the "day of atonement" was.  After reading fifteen years' worth of entries,
Alverdine had talked so much about it.  Upon their marriage Sark had still not listened to Alverdine's
ideas on how to govern the land.  Aquila understood as she spoke of high taxes, encouraged slavery,
and the establishment of druid lords as the religious leaders and supreme dictators underneath Sark
himself.

 Aquila wondered if there had not been any children.  Alverdine spoke of none in all the fifteen years
 entries.  Aquila shook her head and returned to the task at hand.

 What were these weapons intended for?  Suddenly Aquila’s hand caught the corner
of a board slightly upraised and she pried it up.  There was the compartment she talked
about!  It was empty except for one rusty long sword.  Where were the rest? 

 Aquila carefully examined the compartment and felt along the sides and the bottom.
 Nothing else was there and no sign of any other compartments inside.  She returned
 the rusty old sword and placed the board in its place.  Alverdine was surely planning
 some sort of revolt.

                                                                            ******** 

 Dearest brother or sister,  I send this letter out with a prayer that it shall find you.
I shall press upon my falcons that I wish for you to receive this, but I cannot be sure
that they shall obey.  I know that by doing this, I am defying Duard and his direct
order.  However, I feel I am somehow right to do so.  Perhaps it is as Father Andrew
 said.  We need to regard Deus’ will as higher than Duard’s when it comes to moral
 decisions.  I think it is thus with this.  If it isn’t, my heart will at least be at peace in
 the knowledge that I have attempted to contact you.  If you fare well or poorly,
 please let me know.  Pen a reply on the back of this parchment and reattach it to
 the falcon’s leg.  He or she shall return to me with your message, of that I am
certain.Your loving sister,Wren   

 Aquila pulled her hair over her left shoulder as she looked at the palace behind her.  
She had just come out to get a breath of fresh air when she saw Gavin, one of
Wren's gyr falcons, flying in.  It had landed just off a ways and it had taken her a
 little time to slowly and cautiously get the falcon's trust enough for her to approach,
but it had been accomplished and she now returned inside to retrieve her writing instruments.

    She had managed to come up with some charcoal bits at the town she had visited
before finding the castle.  Maeron had expressly forbidden them to contact each other.  
Why?  She did not know, but how could he find out that they were contacting each other?

  Aquila laid the letter flat on the table and picked up the bit of charcoal.  Pausing only a
 moment to think of what she would say, she placed the charcoal onto the bit of parchment
 and began,   

 Dearest Wren,   I miss you terribly.  It has been a long hard journey. 
Tayla died halfway into the journey.  After a prolonged stay in a monastery,
 I finally left on foot until I reached my final destination: a long forgotten
palace.  There are mysteries of which I have yet to discover and could never
be told by air that which I have discovered.  I fare well and hope this missive
 finds you doing so as well.  All my love, Aquila  

 Aquila wanted to tell Wren of what she had discovered at the palace and in the
 journal.  Now as her thoughts returned to the journal and everything that she had
 read, her impatience began to get the best of her.  So far I have only covered
the downstairs grounds.  I have yet to make it to the second floor where I
 believe the wedding to have taken place.  There are two ballrooms.  One
 downstairs which was the normal ballroom, but there was a second one
upstairs used for special occasions like that of a wedding.  I must venture
 to the second floor for surely something up there would tell of the mystery. 
If someone did actually put the mortar there to hopefully hide the
whereabouts of the entrance, who was it?  Who came out on top of it
all and do they come back every once in a while to check on the place?
 Oh, to get to the bottom of this whole thing! Aquila kicked at the air in
 frustration.

                                                             ********** 

 Aquila sighed, as she opened her eyes to find herself tangled in her thin blanket and hair
 again.  This was becoming a routine.  Every morning she was all tangled in her bedding
and her hair never helped.  It got twisted in with her blanket and it was a literal pain to get
 herself untangled.  One day she would not be able to get herself untangled just because
 of the magnitude of the mess.

  Then it dawned on her.  Today she had vowed to uncover any mysteries the second
floor held.  She unwound her way out of the covers, stood, and grabbed the torch. 
Even in the middle of the day it was rather dark where she did not open windows, and
still even then, it was not as bright as the vines were so thick, it let in very little light.

  Aquila stumbled to the staircase and looked down the dark expanse.  She bit her lip.  
She slept in a room that was more like a small attic room above the second floor but she
had never ventured around the second floor.  Why not?  The wedding that was to have
 taken place the same day that Alverdine's journal ended on would have been held in the
 ballroom on the second floor.  Something surrounded the second floor...something worse
than that of what she had felt when entering the library.  It just grew worse and worse at
each step she took, drawing her closer to the second floor.  

 Aquila took a deep steady breath as she stepped onto the carpeted second floor.  She
 lit the two torches on each side of the stair case and then continued down the hallway.  
The only way she would get the courage to open the ballroom doors was if she went
directly there and did not give it a second thought.    

 The hall seemed to go on and on, an endless tunnel towards the unknown, the
torches numberless.  The flames cast shadows on the wall as she steadily made her
way.  Time seemed to stand still, life on pause as the dread rose higher and higher to
what she might find.  Why she thought she would find something, she had no idea.  It
 was just an empty room.  It was an empty castle.  There was no reason for her to
dread it.  She was on an adventure...it was not working.  Nothing she could tell her
 nerves would work.  Her skin was crawling now and her hand shaking.   

 She almost jumped when she turned to light a torch and it was the door to the
ballroom.  Quickly recovering, Aquila's shoulders rose in determination.  Her
 hand went to the door knob and she shoved the door open.  She stepped inside
 and lit the torches on both side of the door.  Now she turned and jumped.  The
silence that had pervaded her journey was disrupted with terrified screams.