Lady Carliss and the Waters of Moorue (#4 in The Knights Of Arrethtrae Series)
Lady Carliss faces the challenge of her life. Can she save the kingdom before it's too late? Determined, smart and a master of both the sword and the bow, Lady Carliss has proven herself as a veteran Knight of the...
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Lady Carliss faces the challenge of her life. Can she save the kingdom before it's too late? Determined, smart and a master of both the sword and the bow, Lady Carliss has proven herself as a veteran Knight of the Prince. Returning from a mission of aid, Carliss is plunged into adventure once again as she searches for the marauders responsible for kidnapping a friends' family. Along the way she is reunited with Sir Dalton and discovers that the struggle in her heart is far from over. When Dalton falls to the vicious attack of a mysterious, poisonous creature, Carliss finds herself in a race against time. As Dalton clings perilously to life she must find the antidote in the distant and strange city of Moorue. While there Carliss uncovers the master plot of a powerful Shadow Warrior that will soon overtake the entire Kingdom. Her faith in the Prince and her courage as a knight are tested as she faces evil Shadow Warriors and a swamp full of dreadful creatures. The lives of many, including Dalton's, depend on Carliss. But she cannot save them all, for time is running out.
Praise for Lady Carliss and the Waters of Moorue "Chuck Black is a word crafter who is able to weave Kingdom principles into the fabric of one's moral imagination. The characters he has created and the passions they exude will motivate readers to follow their examples, which have now been etched into their awakened conscience." -MARK HAMBY, founder and president of Cornerstone Family Ministries and Lamplighter Publishing "Chuck Black is the John Bunyan for our times! Chuck Black's writing energizes and revives my passion to serve our Lord, making me examine myself so I am ready for His imminent return." -IACI FLANDERS, Messianic speaker, inductive Bible study teacher, and homeschool wife and mom "Chuck Black is a master storyteller." -JENNIFER IGARASHI, freelance writer, homeschool-resource reviewer, and mother of an eleven-year-old Kingdom Series fanatic "Not since C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia have any fictional books boosted my faith so much. They make me cry with joy for what the King and the Prince do. They let me see our world through new eyes. The King reigns-and His Son!" -SOPHIA, an avid reader "As Christ taught in parables, you can use this powerful allegory to convey biblical truth, doctrine, virtues, and vices. Combat trained, Chuck Black makes warfare real without gratuitous violence but rather with a message of honor. Don't miss the best part: the discussion questions at the end!" -ERIC JUDSON TIBBETS, husband, dad, and captain in the United States Navy "For a story with nonstop, heart-pounding excitement, you can't get a better book than one by Chuck Black." -HEATHER (15), HEIDI (13), HOLLY (10), and HANNAH (8) SALZMAN
Chuck Black spent eight years in the Air Force traveling the world as a communications engineer and an F-16 fighter pilot. He has invented or coinvented eleven patented construction products now being sold internationally. He earned his BS in electrical and electronic engineering from North Dakota State University and today, with his wife, Andrea, is in his thirteenth year homeschooling their six children. The Blacks take their family music ministry on the road, singing Christian gospel, contemporary, and traditional songs. Chuck is enjoying his eighth year teaching adult Sunday school classes
She seemed an ordinary enough girl on the outside—a quiet, plain, and simple girl—but within, Carliss was as unique and complex as the snowflakes that sometimes fell upon her father’s farm when she was a child. On those special days, Carliss would take a dark cloth outside and catch the intricate flakes so she could gaze upon them and marvel at their perfection and beauty. She would close her eyes before they melted and try to hold each exquisite detail in her memory for as long as possible.
As she grew out of the delightful and carefree world of a child and into the reality of the kingdom, Carliss began to realize that just as the beauty of her perfect flakes had melted away, so had the perfection of the kingdom where she lived. In her spirit, she knew something was amiss, and this is what made Carliss so unusual. She ached for something she knew did not exist and yet believed it should.
This yearning was something she could not quench, and it stole away the silliness of youth before her time.Those who knew her thought her a bit peculiar, a bit too intense and serious—certainly not like the other girls. But then, Carliss had never aspired to be like the other girls. What she did aspire to was something she couldn’t quite name—until
the day her world changed.
It happened when Carliss was fifteen. A man dressed in the garb of a knight arrived at their farm. He was quite short and unimpressive in appearance. He asked for room and board for a night, and he offered to pay a good price in exchange.
Carliss’s father hesitated, for he had learned to be wary of all men in a kingdom where treachery was as likely as a good deed. Carliss knew her father was concerned for the safety of her mother and the five children, but she sensed something noble in this man’s peculiarity.
When her father denied the knight’s request, Carliss felt the ache in her spirit swell to the size of a chasm that seemed to swallow her. She watched the fellow turn and leave the farm. But when he was a short distance away, Carliss could not contain herself. She ran after the man, ignoring the warning calls from her father and mother.
“Who are you, sir,” she panted when she reached him, “and why did you come here?”
The knight gazed down at Carliss from his steed and seemed to know the ache that called her to him. “I am Sir Orland, a Knight of the Prince, and I come to share His truth with you. Would you like to hear it?”
That was the day Sir Orland shared the great story of the King and the Prince with Carliss and her family. By evening, another family had been added to the Prince’s cause, and Carliss felt the ache in her spirit fade away. She closed her eyes and envisioned her perfect snowflakes in a perfect kingdom with a perfect King. Joy filled her heart, and so did her zeal for service to the Prince.
On that day, Carliss became Lady Carliss, noble daughter of the King. She and her family donned robes of a nobility that far transcended the caste nobility of the kingdom. Sir Orland also opened their eyes to realities both glorious and potentially frightening. For as the King and His Son transformed in their minds from myth and legend to reality, so did the King’s enemy, Lucius, and the ongoing battle for the kingdom…a battle in which they now had a significant role.
Over the course of the next two years, Sir Orland found many opportunities to come and train the family in the ways of the Prince and in the sword. Then, when Carliss was nearly seventeen, she and her brother Koen began training at a nearby haven for the Knights of the Prince. Carliss was commissioned a year after Koen, and her father arranged to have her mentored for a time under Sir Orland.
Now, at the age of twenty, Carliss was truly a knight of great skill by her own right. By the kingdom’s standard, she was still a quiet, plain, and simple girl. On matters of the King and the Prince, however, a fiery spirit rose up strong within her. It is what drove her to defend the meek and help the hurting and battle with all her might against the servants of the Dark Knight.
Her mettle as a Knight of the Prince had been tested just weeks before, when she helped Koen and his friend Sir Dalton defeat the evil Lord Drox. Together they had fought the terrifying four-winged death ravens and the ravenous hounds of despair and had freed many knights from Drox’s horrific prison. The three of them had grown close on that mission, and it was then that Carliss began to struggle with feelings for Dalton.
This was what troubled her on a brilliant summer day as she rode her horse, Rindy, along the road to Salisburg.
How was it possible, she wondered, to want so much to see someone…and yet dread it at the same time?
And why did it all have to be so complicated?
“Lady Carliss,” a voice called out from behind.
Carliss turned about on Rindy to see a young woman galloping to catch her. Carliss reined in her horse and waited. She had only been on the road a short time, having just left the haven at Varlaken.
Carliss had come to Varlaken with a contingent of fellow knights to help retrain those who had been imprisoned by Lord Drox. She had worked tirelessly for the past two-and-a-half weeks to reestablish the hearts and hone the skills of those men and women recently freed from Drox’s dreadful cave prison.The immensity of the daily tasks at Varlaken had kept her mind occupied, and the weariness of each day had pulled at her limbs and mind at sundown. In the quietness of the evenings, however, she had been unable to avoid the honest tugging of her heart in a direction she desperately sought to avoid.
So now she was headed for home…and Sir Dalton. Her thoughts of him confused her, and she welcomed the interruption of her ride.
The young woman slowed her horse and smiled broadly at Carliss as she approached. Carliss recognized the short, dark hair. It was a young knight named Salina.
“May I ride with you for a distance?” she asked.
Although Lady Salina was a couple of years older, Carliss had mentored and befriended her while at Varlaken. She was a beautiful woman who had fallen prey to the same deceptions of Lord Drox that so many other knights had.When Carliss, Koen, and Sir Dalton, along with the help of Sir Orland, freed Drox’s prisoners, Salina had immediately attached herself to Carliss.
Carliss, who didn’t have many female friends, had liked Salina from the beginning. She seemed like a strong knight, and Carliss was impressed with how quickly she recovered from life in Drox’s prison. Her warm brown eyes often seemed to reflect a mind that was deep in thought.
“I’m glad for the company,” Carliss told her now with a smile. “I didn’t realize you were leaving Varlaken just yet.”
Salina matched her horse’s gait to Carliss’s. “Once you left I didn’t see much need to stay,” she replied. “I think I’m ready to move on.”
Carliss nodded. “I think so too. You did very well at sword practice yesterday.”
“Not as well as you did at archery,” Salina answered. “You’re incredibly skilled with a bow, aren’t you?”
Carliss flashed a quick smile. “I guess I have a knack for it. I hunted a lot on our farm when I was growing up.” Salina tilted her head. “It’s more than just a knack. I was in Drox’s prison, remember. I saw how you used your bow against those awful hounds—it was almost as if you knew where they were going to be before they got there. You’re quite a knight for one so young.”
“I only hope to serve my King.” Carliss ducked her head. “So, you are going home now?” she asked, anxious to change the subject. Salina shrugged. “For a while, I guess, though I hope to receive another assignment soon. You’re heading back to Salisburg?”
Carliss nodded. “My family is there. My parents and my siblings.”
Salina gave her a teasing smile. “Isn’t that where Sir Dalton is from as well?”
“Yes…yes he is,” Carliss replied, feeling her face flush slightly. She turned to adjust her saddle pack. “Sir Dalton’s a courageous knight,” she answered carefully. “He’s a good friend, especially to my brother, Koen.”
Salina tilted her head toward Carliss. “That’s all? I thought perhaps you and he—”
“That’s all,” Carliss worked to keep her voice even. “Sir Dalton has an…understanding with Lady Brynn.We were all in training together.”
“Hmm.” Salina nodded thoughtfully as they picked up their pace to pass a precariously loaded cart. Once they were safely past, she glanced over at Carliss.
“Listen, do you remember when my brother visited me at the haven last week?” she asked.
Carliss raised her eyebrows. “Yes, I think so.”
“Well, he was so grateful for how you were helping me, and he didn’t get a chance to thank you in person.”
Salina gave Carliss another meaningful glance, and Carliss shifted in her saddle, wondering where this was leading. Sir Alston had arrived at a time when Carliss was feeling overwhelmed with her duties. He had only stayed a day, and she had seen him a few times with Salina but never actually talked with him. Carliss was perfectly fine with that, for he was a handsome fellow, and such men tended to make her feel uneasy…as Dalton had.
“What I’m saying is…I would love for you to come to my home and meet my family.”
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“It’s not far, Carliss, just a short ride north of here near Pembrook,” Salina continued. “I owe you so much, and I know that Alston and my parents would love to have an opportunity to thank you properly.”
Carliss pretended to consider the request out of courtesy, fully intending to decline. But Salina persisted.
“Please, Carliss. It would mean so much to me. At least come and share a meal with us.”
Carliss looked at Salina and couldn’t think of any reasonable excuse. Her family wasn’t expecting her on any particular day. Besides, truth be told, she had been dreading her return home, for she knew she would have to face her own emotional dilemma at the haven there. Perhaps this diversion would help clear her mind.
“All right, Salina. I’ll come,” Carliss said with a smile. “But only for a little while. Thank you for the invitation.”
“Wonderful!” Salina exclaimed. “They will all be so excited to meet you.”
Carliss ducked her head again, embarrassed at Salina’s exuberant response.
“It’s off toward Pembrook then,” she said, wondering if she had just committed to something she might later regret.