Fighting by the same side as Laurentiu and Cecilia was a hard blow to my
pride, but a sacrifice I had to do to defend my people. They left us soon
after convincing me, to gather their own forces and to find shelter for the
day. My part would be to rouse the slumbering spirit of the Vlachs, travel
around the countryside of Sighişoara and raise the serfs to rebellion.
But would they follow a woman?
“Thou art strong,
Rudica, I trust thee.”
I think my father
tried to sound reassuring but his broken voice just served to strengthen my
doubts and fear. I forced a smile and sate down beside him. The dim light of
dawn was approaching but ‘twas still dark outside.
“I thank thee.”
Those were the only
words that I could find. I caressed his dry cheek and gazed into his eyes. His
shaking had gone down to a mere nervous fidgeting and he tried to smile.
“Is that hope,
shining in thy eyes?” I asked. He nodded slowly and carefully, almost as an
afraid his neck would break.
“I trust in thy
strength, Rudica. Thou shalt wear my old armour tomorrow.”
At those words I
could not contain my tears any longer and I embraced him, kissed his cheek and
forehead.
“I shall make thee
proud”, I whispered. “I shall not fail...”
Suddenly a
high-pitched shriek sounded from above and I nearly toppled the bench as I
stood up.
“What in the name
of God was that?”
My father stuttered
something incomprehensibly. His head fidgeted oddly as he glanced up at the
ceiling. I looked up at the murky ceiling and put a hand on his shoulder to
calm him.
“The flittermice”,
he stuttered, “the bats... bats...”
“Bats?”
Another shriek. He
started to shake uncontrollably again and I took his hand.
“They are just bats”,
I whispered, “nothing to fear. I will hunt them out of hither.”
“Nay...” Cold
sweats were erupting over all of his face. “They live hither.”
“Live hither? I
have been away for far too long.”
“They are Her birds.
She is coming.”
“Who?”
“Mistress Sorrow.”
At that moment a
chilling gale swept across the chapel. A terrible chorus of bats shrieked and
my vision was blocked out by veils of darkness and countless leathery wings. I
lost all sense of direction. I felt cold hands, icy winds and sharp claws. And
the deafening chorus of countless bats.
“Hail to thee,
Liviu Basarab.”
Silence. A silence as
I had never known ere. A silence that thou couldst feel, touch. A silence that
strangled thee from within.
“M-m-mistress.”
I blinked. My father
lay crouching in a corner. Something loomed above him. A giant flittermouse, I
thought at first, but the shape was human, at least vaguely.
“Thou hast not
sowed any plants?”
The voice was hoarse
and high-pitched.
“Nay, Mistress...”
I tried to crawl
closer but a freezing wind chilled me to the bone and countless shrieking bats
lashed down upon my face.
“Thou hast not
swept away the dust?”
“N-nay, Mistress...”
I backed away from
the bats and hid in another corner, shaking from chill and fright.
“Thou hast not rung
the bells?”
“Nay... Mistress.”
“Thou hast not
mended the broken door?”
“Nay... nay,
Mistress.”
“I list this place.”
“’Tis thine,
Mistress.”
I do not wot how to
describe that sound. But I believe it was laughter.
“Of course, Liviu.”
The shape slowly
glided backwards away from my father.
“Still I am not
content.”
Father threw himself
down in front of it and kissed the floor.
“What can I do for
thee, Mistress? What is it that falters thee?” he cried desperately.
“I felt positive
emotions tonight. I felt hope. I felt happiness.”
“Nay, Mistress.
There is no hope!”
“Lies”, she
hissed. Then she slowly turned. Cold hands grabbed my shoulders and caressed
my neck. Tears of fright turned to frost in my eyes. I wanted to run but
spasms and cramp held my body in an iron grip.
Her face was veiled.
But I felt the eyes; two cruel eyes burning with white flames, piercing my
gaze. Tearing into my body. Ripping my heart out. Clawing my flesh apart.
“Thy progeny”,
she hissed. I closed my eyes. Tried to hide myself from the world without.
“Nay, Mistress...
please...”
“Rudica Basarab.”
“...please...”
“There is no hope.”
“Kyrie eleison...”
“There is no hope.”
“...Christe eleison...”
“No hope.”
This time I was sure I was dead. Sure that my Lord and Saviour had
delivered me. I lay on a bed of moss, looked up at the dark blue nightsky
between branches of tall pines. The air was cool and a soothing breeze
caressed my face.
And my angel was
there. My guardian angel. Coming down from the shining moon above. Slowly,
gracefully. Smiling serenely. The skin smooth as water, white as ivory. A mane
of fire framed the face. Blinding flames. I could barely look that way. All
too light. Far too light. Blinding. Dazzling. A searing pain in my eyes...
I never really appreciated the sunlight anyway. But there were times when
I hated it. Such as when the unforgiving beams of morn greeted me as I awoke.
I flew up, wide awake and span around. The chapel bathed in
light from the sun. And it was inane. I froze to the spot. A twisted hand of
anguish tore into my chest.
“Father...?” I
whispered carefully. “Father...”
Then I heard what had
awakened me.
Horns. Drums.
Clanging of steel. Shouts of anger. Cries of panic and agony.
We were caught
between the hammer and the anvil. The Venetians under the lead of Armando had
charged down from the western pinnacle and the Saxons under Count Lanzo from
the eastern. There had been no such thing as resistance. The few villeins who
had survived the initial onslaught flied in the direction of the graveyard and
chapel. I blocked out all thoughts of the gore, the cries, the agonized faces
of mothers who had lost their childer, and tried to focus on the situation at
hand. I prayed to the merciful Lord for strength and tried to help the flying
people into the chapel. Some of the Saxons pursued whilst the Venetian
crossbowmen rained deadly bolts upon them but we managed to save almost a
dozen ere we had to close the broken gates. An elderly villein helped me block
the door with various benches and stools, whilst the blacksmith Cosmin made
his last stand outside and kept the pursuers at bay long enow for us to seal
the entrance. May he rest in peace.
When the door was blocked and we got a fleeting moment of safety
everything came back to me. I sate down, leaning against the wall behind and
buried my face in my hands. It was pitch-black in there, I could tell no
difference between having my eyes oped and closed, and were it not for the
scornful laughter from the outside, pained moans and silent weeps everything
was silent.
“There is no hope”,
I whispered to myself. “No hope...”
“There is ever hope,
milady.”
An old and hoarse
voice. The man who had helped me block the door.
“Nay, there is no
hope... whither is my father?”
“Thy sire is dead...”
“Dead?”
I looked up. He had
lit a candle that illuminated the chapel dimly.
All eyes were on me. Anguished, panicked, frightened, pained eyes. He was
the only one that seemed calm.
“I found his body
by dawn. Spread-eagled and maimed.”
“Maimed?” I
fought hard to keep my voice steady, but I could not contain the tears. “How?”
“It seemeth he had
fallen.”
I buried my nails in
my arm and banged my head against the wall behind. Focused on the pain so as
not to shake uncontrollably or throw up.
“No hope...”
He embraced me gently
and kissed my forehead.
“Thou hast to be
strong, Rudica.”
I recognized that
face. Elderly and scarred, but there was no doubt.
“Ion?”
“Yea”, he smiled
sadly, “once upon a time I was Ion, chamberlain of the Boyar of Sighişoara.”
At that moment a loud
call from the outside put a stop to our conversation:
“Liviu Basarab! We
wot thou art in there. An thou comest out no one shall be harmed.”
The voice of Armando
Giovanni was not as pleasant as I remembered it. I was about to speak but Ion
silenced me with a gesture of his hand.
“We can wait for
eternity, Liviu. Thy end hath come. We will burn down every damned village and
town.”
The eyes of all the
villeins were on me and Ion. I fidgeted nervously but he just shrugged his head.
“Let them believe
he is alive”, he whispered.
“But an they burn
all the other...?”
“They would never
do that. Who would feed them? Who would build their castles?”
“But why is my
father so important?”
“He is the only one
that could rouse the people to war and more important still, get support from
other defeated nobles around hither. He was related to ruling houses over all of
Transylvania, Wallachia and Moldova.”
“But he is dead...”
“Thou art as much
Basarab as he was.”
“Nay, I can
not...”
I felt all those
frightened eyes upon me and could not but break out in tears again.
“No hope...”
Ion took my hand and
caught my gaze. His dark eyes were determined and hard.
“As long as thou
art alive, there is.”
I closed my eyes and
sighed deeply. Why was there no caring mother to take care of me? Whither was
that guardian angel with the fair features and fiery hair?
“What shall we do,
milady? We are thine to command.”
I oped my eyes again.
Whither was my guardian angel?
“We shall wait. For
nightfall.”
That was the most painful day I had ever been through. As my sorrow had
not been enow I had all the faith and hope of the others lying heavy upon me.
Faith, hope? There is no faith or hope, I wanted to scream. But of course I
could not. I had accepted my role. And that decision made it easier. At least a
bit. Ion asked a few times what we were waiting for, why we waited for the
night. But I only gave him vague answers. Not really wanting to talk about it.
Not sure at all that Laurentiu and Cecilia would arrive. Not sure that I wanted
them to.
I managed to fall
into an uneasy sleep sometime during the day, exhausted from lack of both sleep
and food. Even though my rest was plagued by nightmares and worries, I think it
did me good. At least I felt alive again by dusk.