Fourth Vector Ch. 09

Chapter 9: Crossroads

Author's Note: I'm making up for the lack of sex in the last chapter by including two scenes in this one. Hope you enjoy!

*****

"So do you think there's any chance Heron might let us keep a portion of the gold?" asked Greg with a sideways glance. "You know, as a finder's reward for the recovery of it?"

Jack rolled his eyes as he began to chuckle at his old friend. "Fat chance of that. Besides, are you forgetting we have our own treasury aboard theDestiny?"

Greg scoffed. "That's more or less for our mission though. I meant more like a personal reward. As a way to say thank you for our efforts?"

"I don't think so," said Jack. "I think there's people that need it far more than we do."

Jack chuckled again when his friend didn't respond and assumed a sour look. They were a full day on the western side of Mount Tarpeious, following the route that led down the side of the mountain to the great coastal road. Each of them held the reins of a horse behind them, carefully guiding the worn-out creatures down the path while their precious cargo remained hitched to the wagons behind.

The ascent up the mountain had practically devastated the horses, who were exhausted from hauling the heavy treasury up the steep, narrow paths. Of course, their former owners paid no effort to resting the beasts, preferring to spur them onward in the hope of ultimate reward. For that reason, the horses were in poor shape to continue the descent, so Heron made the decision to walk them for as long as they could. They also rotated the team that were hitched to the wagons in order to keep them fresh, splitting the treasury between them to lighten the load as much as possible.

For that reason, the seven of them cut a more leisurely pace coming down the mountain than they had going up. In the front, like usual, were the three Sorellans—Heron, Nikias, and Elektra. The two younger Sorellans led the way while the king stayed a few feet behind. No one else knew the terrain as well as they, and they were able to pick the best tracks and paths on the way back to Heron's capital.

Just behind the Sorellans were the two Galician women, currently laughing together while in conversation. The noise seemed to carry a full distance back, earning Jack's attention as he focused on the right, the beautiful and mysterious Kat. As if sensing his eyes on her, she half-turned to look back at him, and she gave him a coy smile as soon as their eyes locked. A smile that didn't escape notice from the companion at his side.

"Kat seems to be adjusting to the group nicely," noted Greg while wearing a smirk.

Jack took his eyes off of her and cast them back on the road in front of them. "I rather like her. She's a good addition."

"And it seems she rather likes you." Greg elbowed him in the side. "Well, now she does!"

Jack cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I know you've seen it just as I have," said Greg with a laugh. "She won't stop looking back here. I see the look on her face. She looks like a teenager with a crush."

Jack turned red. "I can't figure her out. Our conversations seem to run both hot and cold. Especially when it turns back to her past."

"She's useful to have around though," said Greg. "We'd never have known about the Swabian intentions had she not been with us."

"True," agreed Jack. "She has been extremely useful. I'm more worried about what she'll do when we get back to the capital."

"Why? What do you think she'll do?"

Jack shrugged. "I initially only promised to take her that far. Although we have talked about going to Picardy next, nothing has been finalized. I'm curious to see if she'll stick with us or if she goes on her own way once we're back."

"You act like that's a bad thing," said Greg. "There are many people we might never see again. Why is that such a bad thing if it's Kat?"

Jack locked eyes with Kat again. It's almost as if she knew they were discussing her even if she was out of hearing range. She smiled once again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before turning her attention back to Vera.

"I'm not sure if I can explain it. She's got so much knowledge of the Vector that having her around as our guide could be extremely useful. Plus, the more we learn about these Galicians, the more I want to have one around. They seem like fascinating people."

Greg elbowed his side again. "Are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room?"

"Huh?"

"Come on, Jack. She's gorgeous too! I can see why you'd want to keep someone that beautiful around, especially considering she has eyes for you."

Jack coughed awkwardly. "Sheis beautiful. But there's more to her than that. I just have to figure it out."

"By the way she keeps looking at you, I think she'd let you unravel herself. Maybe even her clothes if you're lucky," said Greg.

Jack didn't say anything to that. His mind was too conflicted. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to talk with Kat about deeper matters. It's just that every time he tried, she shut down, preferring to retreat behind her walls of safety rather than expose the bad memories of her life. Sure, it could just take more time, but there was more to Kat beyond just a pretty face. But how long would it take before she let him in?

*****

The most serious discussion of the entire return trip started the day before they reached the coast. It had been nearly five days since they'd come down from the rocky path near the crest, and the track had long since turned back into a proper road as it widened and the grade stabilized. It was on the morning of the fifth day that Jack could finally see the coast once more, just being able to make out the waves in the distance as they crashed ashore.

It was comforting to him to be back in sight of water. Growing up on the coast, as well as being in the navy, meant there hadn't been many days in his life where he wasn't on the water or near it. The past two weeks spent in the Sorellan interior had been a shock to his system, and he was glad for the return to normality. However, being close to the coast meant a new question had arisen in the group. The question of whether to take the southern path back to the capital or to chase the Swabians on the northern path.

"All I'm saying is that we should try," said Elektra while her father listened on closely. "We know Barak was being paid by the Swabians, and we also know they were going to pick him up on the coast. Now that we're almost there, we should try to intercept them."

On the opposing side, her father began by shaking his head. "The coast is too broad, Elektra. There are hundreds of bays and inlets and just as many villages jotting the coast all the way to the other side of the island. Who knows where Barak intended to meet them?"

"Well, it's obvious he's not going to meet them back on the eastern side of the island," she said while crossing her arms in front of her body. "The easiest path for him would have to be near our current location. They wouldn't have wanted to go far and they had to know we'd be hot on their tail by now."

"Suppose we were able to find them?" asked Heron. "What then? What do we do when a Swabian warship comes looming up the coast only to see that we're the ones standing there and not Barak. What then?"

Elektra blinked. "We could fire off a few warning shots if they tried to land. Otherwise, we could let them know we discovered their plot. They may think twice about any future plans if they know we're aware of their intentions."

Heron shook his head. "I don't think firing off warning shots at the Swabians would do us any good right now. They are more than likely to fire back and then what? We barely have any ships to repel any attacks. We haven't even recovered from our last war!"

"We can't let them plot to steal all of our gold either, Papa," said Elektra fiercely. "We should make an example out of them."

Heron took a deep breath and brought his fingers to his eyes, rubbing them in frustration. Jack listened silently. Both of their points had merit, but he agreed more with the king. Sorella was in no position to get herself into another war so soon after the last one. He thought it wise to show restraint right now unless the Swabians showed even more aggression.

As if sensing his thoughts, Heron turned to look at Jack. "What say you, Jack? Should we go chasing after the Swabians?"

Both father and daughter looked at him expectantly. It was clear both of them expected Jack to take their side in the discussion. And while he liked Elektra's aggressive and assertive stance, he needed Sorella to recover her strength.

"This is one of the few times I have to disagree with Elektra," said Jack quietly, watching as the young woman's face fell to the ground. "If these Swabians are as deadly as we heard, we're in no position to face them just yet."

"They are extremely deadly," interrupted Kat from just behind him. "Their empire has been expanding for the last hundred years. They are the largest power in the Vector. Sorella wouldn't stand a chance against a determined attack."

"We already did once," said Elektra. "We turned away their attack with our ultimate weapon—Sorellan fire."

Kat shrugged. "Then it wasn't a determined one. Swabia is over a hundred times larger than Sorella, and their people number in the millions. They would overrun you if they chose to."

"So that means we should just let them walk all over us?" asked Elektra with an angry stare. "Not even fight back or offer any resistance?"

Jack held up his hands. "Peace, Elektra. That's not what I'm saying. I think what I have in mind, and what your father has in mind, is that we should choose our battles wisely. If we can recover some of our strength, they'll find a more determined enemy."

Heron began to nod. "Exactly, my dear." He put both his hands on his daughter's shoulders. "No one here doubts your martial prowess. You will be an excellent queen someday. I hope that day is a long way off but excellent you will be, regardless. Let us try to rebuild our homeland before we go looking for any more trouble. All right?"

Elektra pursed his lips before nodding reluctantly. Before her father could say anything further, she shrugged herself out of his grasp and walked away from the group. Once she was out of sight, Heron let out a sigh.

"I don't think I'll be winning father-of-the-year anytime soon," he said quietly to Jack.

"She'll be all right," said Jack. "I think she understood what we meant. She's a fierce one though. I can't blame her for wanting to fight."

"Neither can I," agreed Heron. "And if I thought we were in any place to offer resistance, it would be a different conversation."

"You did the right thing," said Jack. "Just give her some time."

"Perhaps once we're back home, it will help the matter," said the king. "We're so close to the city, I feel like I can hear it already."

"It will be nice to sleep in a warm bed again," said Jack. "All this time spent on the ground hasn't done my back any favors."

Heron laughed. "Imagine how you'll feel in another fifteen years. That's me right now." When both men chuckled along together, Heron opened up again. "We'll have to start some preparations. If the Swabians do try anything hostile, we'll want to be prepared."

"I agree," said Jack. "It can't hurt to start the preparations."

Heron sighed. "And here I hoped that we could settle down in a long era of peace. All the longer that idea lasted! With war once again on the horizon, will we be prepared to outlast another conflict?"

"That's the question I ask myself every night before going to bed," said Jack honestly.

Heron nodded. "We only do what we can. No more and no less."

"And prepare," added Jack. "Prepare for what is to come."

*****

When the time came to choose the route, there was little fanfare over the decision. The group came to a stop as the western mountain road met the north to south coastal road. Just a bit further out from the junction stood the great ocean, its waves lapping generously at the coast. Jack watched as the king led the group to the southern path, and all of them followed him silently on the road back to the capital.

It was the right decision to make for the time, and even Elektra seemed to realize it was a better course, offering no such argument once the decision was made. From this point, they'd be in the city by the next evening, and Jack was looking forward to seeing his crew once again. Despite Abigail keeping him informed of their progress through his radio, they hadn't been able to have a proper conversation with how weak the signal had been. He was anxious to gaze at his ships once more and see the men and women that had sailed halfway across the world with him.

That night, most of the group went to bed early, eager to wake and complete the journey. Despite the danger from Barak being gone, and not running into any further bands of ex-soldiers or thieves, they still set a watch while most of them slept—for the gold if not for anything else. That night it was Kat's turn to start the first part of the watch. Jack looked on as every other member of the group made their way to their sleeping bags, finally leaving the two of them alone next to the fire.

"You're not tired yet?" asked Kat while nudging him gently. They were sitting on the same log and it only took a slight extension of her arm to be able to reach him. Kat had been holding some kind of book in her lap, and she was writing something inside.

"Not yet," said Jack. "I figured I'd stay up a little. Keep you company. Is that okay?"

Kat smiled. "It's more than okay. That would be great."

"What are you writing about?" he asked while gesturing to the book.

Kat shrugged and looked back down at the book. She finished whatever she was writing and then closed it. "It's about my journey so far. I keep it updated with what happens and where I go. Especially now with Jacob gone, I think it's important to keep it updated."

"Is there anything else in there? Anything regarding this prophecy you told me about?"

Kat smiled coyly. "Maybe. There may even be something about you in there."

"Oh, really?" Jack made a playful grab of the book before Kat pulled it out of his reach, giggling at his attempt.

"Jack, no!" she said with a laugh as he settled down. "You're not ready for this yet."

"Or you just don't want me to see your innermost thoughts," he countered. "Is that more accurate?"

She studied him for a moment, her gaze looking all over his face. There was something deeper to the look, something that he couldn't quite read.

"These are my innermost thoughts, yes," she said finally. "And yes, there's a lot in here but nothing that concerns you at the moment." She ended with a tone of finality, something that made Jack give up on the request, if temporarily.

"We should be back in the capital tomorrow," said Jack after a few moments, changing the subject. "No more roughing it, at least for a while."

"I'm looking forward to going there," said Kat. "I hear it's a beautiful city."

"You've never been there?"

Kat shook her head and her blonde hair danced across her shoulders. "Notin the city, no. I've only seen it from afar."

"Why not in the city?" asked Jack.

"There wasn't enough time," said Kat ominously.

Jack chuckled. "I take it you're not going to tell me that full story?"

Kat looked at him and smiled. "Not yet, at least."

"Sooner or later, you're going to have to be more open with me," said Jack. "Especially if I let you be my guide to Picardy."

Kat's eyes fell to the fire. "I'm sorry, Jack. There are some things that are just too much or too hard to understand right now. I promise I'll be more open in time."

He gulped and then turned away. Twice now in the space of minutes they had come to a fault line of their relationship. Twice she had spurned him away, and he hated to keep having his hand burned. Perhaps he was just asking the wrong questions? Perhaps she had no intention of letting him past her walls as well? Either way, it didn't help the situation.

Jack leaned back and put his hands on his knees. "I guess I'll get some sleep then. Sleep well, Kat."

Before he could even walk away, she raised her hand. "Jack, wait."

He turned to face her, and she gestured for him to sit back down. He resumed his seat slowly, and Kat placed her hand against his wrist. Her touch was warm and soft, and truthfully, he hoped it would stay there as long as she needed.

"I know it's not fair that I don't have a lot of answers for you," she said slowly. "Especially when you've let me into your group and you've saved my life."

Jack nodded slowly, remaining silent.

Kat took a deep breath. "It's just the task that I have in front of me is so serious that I've dedicated my life to doing it. I feel that I'm close, so very close, to having a breakthrough that I don't want to chance anything. And if I'm right, it will change the course of the entire world. I know that probably sounds cryptic, and possibly very weird in all honesty, but that's the situation. Just please don't be frustrated with me? That's all I ask."

Jack nodded. "I understand what you're going through. To feel like you have so much riding on your shoulders that one tiny thing can upset the entire situation. Believe me, I get that."

Kat locked eyes with him and nodded.

"But we're in the position to help each other," he added. "And I can't help you if I know nothing about you or the kind of task you're on."

She took a deep breath. "That's a fair point."

"Can you at least tell me who this person is you're looking for? What are they supposed to be doing?"

Kat opened her mouth to speak but shut it. Instead of answering right away, she began to rummage through her pack to pull her journal back out again.

"Would it help if I showed you a few lines of the prophecy? It could help to give you an idea of who I'm looking for," she said.

Jack shrugged and smiled. "Sure, why not? Although it may sound a bit like gibberish to me. That kind of stuff always does."

Kat smiled and began to flip the pages until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a passage and let him read it directly.

Born during the day turned night,

The king without a crown shall be.

The tamer of the littles,

Sisters will reunite at his joining.

He will occupy that which has been empty,

and rekindle that which has perished.

Empires beware, his hands will destroy,

Unite they will to cause his destruction.

He will unite both dark and fair,

Giving both seeds as heirs.

Plagues and pestilence will banish,

The skies will soon be conquered.

Balance to the world will be restored,

Bring forth freedom to those oppressed.

The freer of slaves will bring light,

And cast away evil forever.

Jack reread the passage twice before finally looking back to Kat. "Yep, this looks like it says everything and nothing at the same time."

Kat pulled the journal away from him indignantly. "It says many things, Jack! Most of them profound!"

"Pestilence will banish? The skies will soon be conquered?" repeated Jack. "What does that even mean? How do you conquer the sky?"

Kat growled at him. "There's a reason prophecy is written like this. To keep away those who can't look beyond the words to the deeper meaning. There are many things that could be meant by that verse."

"And that's why I never cared for it growing up," said Jack. "When any answer could be the right one, the passage can be twisted to mean anything."

"It will make sense in time," said Kat. "It has to. I deeply believe in it. The prophecy isn't wrong."

Jack watched her while she stared into the fire. For several brief moments, she poked at a log with a smaller stick, offering no other words yet still wearing a sour look on her face.