Carla searched high and low for Amir. She had no idea where he was going to be. The deserted palace was not going to help her or let her rid the general from her side.
General Pinnah scoured the place carefully with Carla, his nose inhaling any odd smell that appeared from each room they entered. His only need was Amir and felt no gratitude to the wizard who was assisting him. She was a mere nuisance. She was not allowing him to get on with what he wanted to do. Her hesitations and uncertainty was no use to a soldier who needed a positive approach to things.
“We’ll have to proceed upstairs,” Carla stated timidly as she stared at the mean looking man, then began staring anxiously at his sword, which was strapped in its scabbard and making sure it stayed put.
“I don’t like to be rude, but I do not wish to be shown around this place like a curious visitor. Take me to Amir, NOW!” Pinnah shouted in annoyance.
“If I knew where he was, then I would. Alas, I have no idea where he is, so you will have to bear with my vigilant ways. If the queen sees us, she will not be amused,” Carla noted rudely.
“It would be a surprise to see such a repressive beast,” Pinnah comment curtly, as he followed Carla up the winding stairway.
The rooms mirrored the ground floor with its doors, and large rooms to rummage through, and still no Amir was evident on the first floor either. Carla was getting apprehensive. The more she was around the harsh soldier, the more uneasy she felt. She wanted to get rid of the general as soon as she could and let him get on with whatever he wanted to do with Amir.
She did not want to be involved in this secret mission that the soldier was declaring to her allies. It did not seem right, feel it even. Why decide at that drastic moment that he wished no more of a war, only of protecting a deserter, who too had left the battle to go on their own quest?
Carla looked at the door in front of her. It was Zantha’s drawing room. Carla put her fingers to her lips, a warning to the general that she did not need him to make a sound, as she began to tiptoe as quietly as she could towards the door.
She held her breath, curious to listen for signs of life in this dark, eerie room. Pinnah looked at Carla puzzled; he had no time to play games. He needed to find the prince, before anything happened. But looking at Carla’s face, he knew that she was listening in on a whispered conversation
“He is so near,” Carla heard a voice shriek in excitement. “We can take his life as he is willing to take yours, your majesty. Amir will not be able to destroy you anymore. You are so fierce and so majestic, that he will bow to you at last and you can- hahaha.”
“Ah yes, my dear brother’s head will be on a silver platter, how stupendous this will be. He has been so blind to the cause of his life. But no more, he can be disposed of now. I have a new plaything to amuse my time with. She will never take my kingdom from me, nor will anybody else. I will rule it until the end...