Gideon heard the mass of people long before he ever saw them crowding through the streets of Wayland's capital. He had breached the wall with ease, using a secret tunnel left by The Order of Shaddai. The tunnel had been shown to him years before by Isaiah as one dug for an emergency escape in the event of a siege. For whatever reason, the tunnel had remained unguarded and perhaps even forgotten all these years later.
With his bow in hand, Gideon crept threw mostly deserted streets. Dusk was fast approaching, but still everyone in the city had gathered at the central palace courtyard. The King must be addressing the people.
Gideon noticed there were few flat rooftops in Evelah. Finding a place close enough to the palace and away from the crowds for an assassination would be difficult at best. As he followed the flow of people, he finally came to see thousands gathered before Stephen's palace. High above the crowd stood several guards upon a lone balcony made of polished marble, bearing a tapestry with the King's crest upon it. His target would be easy enough to find if only he could find the right place to shoot from.
To his right, Gideon saw a wall leading away from the palace itself. That might do very nicely, he thought. The crowd consisted of mostly women and children with the elderly sprinkled among them. The debacle at Emmanuel had hurt Stephen more than Gideon had previously realized-thousands of husbands and fathers had never come home to their families.
Gideon latched onto that thought. Perhaps there would be some justice in his actions today. The King who had disobediently assumed the role of Shaddai's Deliverer, and caused these people so much pain, would soon be dead.
Dusk had come sooner than Ethan had expected. As he passed over Evelah, heading for the Temple, he noticed the crowds gathering below at the palace. Something important must be about to happen. Ethan flew over the thousands assembled before the wide marble veranda as King Stephen appeared, flanked by his royal guard. Ethan came in close, still invisible to the naked eye, and perched against the vertical wall to Stephen's left side.
As the King stepped up to the marble banister, the crowd below became quiet, eager to hear what news could be so important that it must be shared at this late hour in the day. "My good people," the King said in a deep booming voice which, due to the walls enclosing the courtyard lawn, managed to reverberate to the fullest extent of the crowd. "We have suffered here in Wayland with the loss of so many of our esteemed warriors at the hands of that vile fiend, Mordred, and his demonic hordes. And I had hoped to spare our citizens any further pain, However, I have just received word that Mordred plans to invade Wayland."
Murmurs rose among the crowd. Cries of distress also rang out here and there as the realization of what was coming began to fill them with dread.
"Please!" King Stephen cried over the escalating din. "We must not despair! We will fight against him! We still have an army and enough weapons to place a sword in the hand of every capable man, woman, and child. We will not go down quietly without fighting for our lives! Now is the time for all Waylanders to come together against this scourge and send him back to the pit from whence he came!"
Despite the grand noise of the King, panic continued to build among those assembled to hear his report. Gideon listened from his place upon the wall on the right side of the massive green courtyard. Two of the King's guards lay behind him unconscious. Gideon waited, still wearing the soldier's uniform taken from the fortress outpost, until Stephen had finished delivering the bad news. From that point, Gideon had no longer been able to hear what the King was saying-so great was the cry of despair now echoing around the courtyard below.
So, Mordred was coming for sure. The King hadn't said when Mordred would arrive, but given the nature of his speech, Gideon guessed the warlord must already be close, no doubt coming with a fleet of carrier barges and Man-o-war battleships at his disposal. But any attack upon Evelah would require nearly a day's march from the sea in order to bring them to the city walls.
Perhaps this was exactly the reason why Gideon had been given this assignment to assassinate the King. So that Evelah would have no leadership and surrender easily. Gideon felt the bow in his left hand, squeezing upon the wood. He flexed the fingers of his right, the knuckles popping. He could turn around now and walk away. He didn't have to obey Mordred's command. The warlord would likely never know.
But Gideon remembered his son. His child was still under Mordred's control. If he abandoned this assignment then he also abandoned his son. The thought of his and Sarah's child growing up in the care of such a villain gripped his heart so that he felt he could not breathe.
Gideon pushed the rebellious thought from his mind and focused upon his task. He whipped an arrow from the quiver slung onto his back and nocked it to the bow. He raised the weapon and placed the arrowhead on the distant breastbone of King Stephen, who was even now trying to persuade his discomfited citizens that all hope was not lost. With a final whisper-forgive me-he released the bowstring.
Ethan barely noticed what had happened amid the despairing cries ringing out from the courtyard below them. King Stephen raised his hands, trying to restore some order among his people and calm them enough to give them instructions for what had to be done. Mordred would be upon them within two or three days and they had to get organized into some semblance of a fighting force by then. But just as Ethan thought the time had come for him to go ahead and return to the Temple, where he could report back to Isaiah, his senses locked into overdrive-every voice heard, every leaf blowing, every insect crawling.
The world slowed itself so that Ethan discerned each part in detail, especially the arrow shaft driving now toward the King. He reacted instinctively despite his confusion. Who in Wayland would possibly want to assassinate King Stephen? Ethan launched away from the side of the palace, his ethereal blade flying to his right hand.
The arrow itself was inconsequential. It burned away into scattered ash as he batted it down with his sword. Ethan's focus remained on the trail of vibrating air leading back to the shooter upon the right flanking wall of the courtyard. There, stood a man in Wayland armor, the string of his bow still vibrating with the release.
As Ethan closed in, he noticed the familiar face of Gideon. Elation at seeing him safe was quickly swept away by burning anger at his betrayal-this man who had been like a brother to him. Isaiah had called for his destruction, and now the traitor stood within his grasp, easy pickings. Ethan came upon him, still invisible, and swept upward with his ethereal blade. But at the last he pulled his reach back.
The blade sliced through the marble banister, where Gideon had been leaning, like butter. It divided his bow in half just below Gideon's left hand, the string popping with a twangy hiss. Had he not restrained his arm, his strike would have caught Gideon completely unaware, cleaving him in two. Ethan wanted answers first.
He became visible as he landed in front of Gideon, smashing his mentor in the face as the pieces of bow fell from his hands. "Why?" Ethan screamed as he followed Gideon to the ground, pummeling him with blows anywhere he could land them. "Why did you do it?"
Gideon had been caught off guard, but it didn't last. He thrust his legs up and threw Ethan over as he rolled back to a crouch. Ethan came back like an angry lion giving no heed to caution. His anger had boiled to the surface, vengeance for Gideon's betrayal of himself, The Order, and anyone else he could think of. "We trusted you, and you betrayed us!"
They traded blows: fists, feet, grappling, then breaking away again. Ethan breathed hard as Gideon stood apart, blood oozing from several cuts across his face and head. A large bruise grew darker from his right cheek down to his chin.
Ethan drew the physical sword from the scabbard on his back. Gideon pulled one from his side. Neither of them advanced. "Well, aren't you going to give me some sort of answer for what you've done?" Ethan shouted. "I've been ordered to kill you. Don't you have any explanation?"
Gideon stood there with his sword ready to defend himself. He looked torn, as though he wanted desperately to speak his mind, but wouldn't. "What's done is done…the reasons don't really matter," he said finally.
"Of course they matter! You were a brother. You were a servant of The Most High…Gideon, look what you've done."
Gideon gritted his teeth, trying to shut out Ethan's words. "It's not finished yet."
Ethan's brow creased. "What else could you possibly destroy that you haven't already?"
Gideon glared at him. "You."
Ethan stood there speechless for a long moment. "You can't mean that, Gideon…I know there's more, some reason why this all makes sense to you. Just let me help-"
Gideon flew into him at that moment, his sword thrusting repeatedly. Ethan parried, attacked, blocked and was driven back. Gideon struck at him again and again, each time driving Ethan further back. "Why don't you disappear?" he said.
"Is that what you want, for me to flee?" Ethan asked as he blocked another attack and brought one of his own. "I thought you wanted to kill me, brother! Don't you think you could do it?"
Gideon flew into a rage at that point, smacked Ethan's blade aside and hammered him in the chest with his fist. Ethan gasped, but Gideon stayed on him, delivering a crushing blow to the boy's ribs with his knee on one side followed by a lightning fast chop to the base of his neck. Ethan collapsed unconscious before him. Gideon stood there looking at him, laboring for breath with Ethan's last question resounding in his mind. He dropped his own sword next to the boy's body and answered it. "No…I don't think I could."