The winds were terrible. Most of his belongings he left behind at the last way castle to be carried up by the lift. From here he made his way on foot. Up and up and up he went. Navigating the the steep steps with a dexterity he had forged as a child making this very same climb. He was sure of foot and soon he could see the stone walls of the sky cells emerging from the clouds. In the nearest cell he could see the old man they had called ‘Boney Rick’. The man was serving a life sentence since before Elbert could remember. The fourth wall of cell was an open face, the man could face his death when ever he pleased but for more then thirty years Rick had grown gaunt and old.
“Hello Rick!,” he called out to the old man.
Rick opened his eyes and say his Lord climbing the steps across the distance. He waved at Elbert. His beard had grown significantly longer than he remembered. Rick called out to the man but his voice did not carry on the wind.
“Your beard is looking glorious!” Elbert shouted across the way.
Rick put his hand to his ear, he could not hear what the Lord was saying.
“YOUR BEARD!!” Elbert shouted louder touching his hand to his chin and stroking it in an exaggerated fashion.
The man raised his arms up in a quizzical gesture. The distance was too great between them. Elbert saluted the man and began once again to climb. He admired the man’s perseverance. Rick sat year after year committed to his fate. The easy end stood right in front of his face, the sloped floor goading him to take one last flight and yet he sat waiting for the one day a year he was allowed to walk about the castle under guard and eat a real meal. Aunt Lysa had afforded him this gift, she was not as cruel as the castle folk teased to one another.
Elbert threw the door to the Eyrie open and stepped in from the wind. into the lower levels of keep. The first person he came upon was Elenore, one of the kitchen women.
"Where is Helena?" He asked with urgency in his voice.
"Lord Elbert! We were not expecting you for days!" Elenor said surprised to see him.
"And yet here I am. Where is she?" he asked again.
"I have not seen her since breakfast," she admitted, "Maybe she is in her bed chambers."
The woman was smiling her eyes nearly glistening she looked almost joyful.
"What is it? What is going on?"
"Oh dear," she said, "You had better find M'Lady quickly before the wrong person spoils the news."
"What news? What is going on!" he was shouting.
"It is not my place to say!" she said.
He made his way through the castle searching for Helena. What could be so important that it could not be explained in her letter. Perhaps the sickness had returned, or something had happened to Jasper. His mind swam with a whole host of possibilities each one more terrifying than the last.
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