Chapter Ten: Betrayal
"Thirty minutes, girls."
Phyllis glanced at each of the four girls in turn, carefully gauging and
approving of what she saw. "You look good. Now, just make sure you damn well
play good too, huh? This show is going to go off without a hitch! The curtain
will be going up in thirty minutes, and you have to be ready and prepared
to play your song."
"I thought that there was going to be some boring long opening speech first."
Nancy rolled her eyes. "And besides, we don't play till fifth after the intermission,
Aunt Phyl!"
"The introductions will be done in four or five languages, since this show
is being broadcast live on air in at least seventeen countries." Phyllis
replied impatiently. "But that won't take so long as you might think. Just
keep focused, all right?"
Her gaze fell on Sylva.
"Are you damn sure you can sing?"
"I'm fine, Phyllis." Sylva nodded her head. "It was just a bump on the head,
and I feel okay today. Ready and raring to go."
"Well, make sure you are." Phyllis told her abruptly. "I have to go find
my seat in the audience. Remember who you're representing tonight - don't
let me down."
"As ever, an inspiring and confidence-boosting pep talk." Nancy grimaced,
once the executive was well out of earshot.. "I kinda wish we weren't on
fifth. I'd rather play first and be through it already. There are a hell
of a lot of people here."
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder." Sadie muttered. "I feel sick too,
you know. Syl might be fine, but I've got chills. This is my song...I'm dreading
it going wrong."
"Well, it won't. I'm singing it, and I won't let it go wrong." Sylva promised.
"And I feel safer here tonight. The security has been stepped up since Queen
Adreana is in the audience with her family and everything, and I can't help
feeling we're gonna do good here tonight. I can't explain it, but I feel a
buzz."
"Something tells me you hit your head harder than we thought." Nancy teased.
Sylva grinned.
"Yeah, maybe." She acknowledged. "But I'm determined to do the damn best
I can tonight, and I'm serious about that. I'm mad that anyone tried to interfere
with our practice yesterday and if it was Nat, well, to hell with him. He's
not going to ruin our gig!"
"Well said." Copper grinned. "There's not much else we can do, but give
our music everything we can, and hope for the best."
"I'm gonna skip off and get a soda, before the lights go down and I fall
over something." Sylva decided, glancing at her watch. "I won't be a sec,
and if I do it while it's still lit up in here, I'm not gonna come to any
harm."
"Grab me one too, will ya?" Copper tossed a coin her friend's way. Sylva
caught it deftly, nodding her head.
"Sure thing." She agreed. "Back in a sec!"
"You think she's okay, going off like that?" Sadie wondered, as the keyboardist
headed out to find the vending machine. "I mean, after all that's happened..."
"She's right, though. There are so many people about that someone would
see anyone skulking around backstage." Nancy shrugged. "For once, she's talking
sense. Once the lights go down, we'll be sticking together like glue, but
I should think she's safe enough at the moment. A non-performer would stick
out with security like a sore thumb, and there's no way Syl is gonna go anywhere
near Jesta."
"Good point." Sadie acknowledged.
"If you ask me, too, I think Syl's still trying to get her head around all
of what's been going on." Copper twirled a drumstick contemplatively. "Don't
you think?"
"It might help if we knew what we were dealing with, but I suppose we'll
be out of Morvania soon enough." Nancy remarked. "It won't matter then."
"All ready to play?"
A fresh voice interrupted them, and Sadie cast Nadia a smile.
"Hi, Nadia." She said warmly. "And yes, we pretty much are."
"Syl's just gone to get soda - I can't believe that this place is still
full of smoke from yesterday's rehearsals." Copper remarked. "What about
you guys? Ready to rock?"
"Yes, but feeling sick to my stomach about it." Nadia blushed. "I always
get stage fright before I perform, but I know we will be fine once we begin."
"Well, it's in front of the home crowd for you lot." Nancy observed. "Lots
of luck, huh?"
"Indeed." Nadia dimpled. "And may the best band win! I must go find Mischa
and Semela and make sure we are ready!"
"At least some of the competition is civil." Nancy rolled her eyes, as Jesta
shot them a poisonous look from where she was setting up ready to play. "Atom
have a decent sound - they could really make it big in the states."
"Maybe one day they will." Copper agreed. She frowned. "Don't you think
Syl's taking a while with the sodas?"
"She'll be back in a sec. She's probably chatting up a young and sexy security
guard." Nancy grimaced. "There are enough of them around - you can almost
smell the testosterone."
Sylva, for her part, had retrieved the drinks from the machine, and was
making her way back towards the stage. Despite her earlier apprehension,
she was comforted to see the number of men in uniform that were dotted around
the venue.
"Noone will make a move tonight, with all of these guys here." She decided.
"Sadie was right - we just need to pull off the best ever show tonight, then
we're out of Morvania as soon as can be. What am I worrying about? C'mon,
Syl, get a grip. Whatever happened yesterday was probably some sicko trying
to grope you or something - forget about it. And even if it was Nat, well,
he's not gonna get through all of these guards, so I won't even have to talk
to him. Might as well forget about him and get on with my job."
As she paused to adjust her boot, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and despite
herself she started, swinging round and meeting Nat's playful grin with a
glare. Her fear replaced by anger at his forwardness, she shoved him away
from her, putting her hands on her hips.
"What the hell do you think you're doing - stalking me now?" She demanded.
"Only the performers are supposed to be back here!"
"I slipped through." Nat looked confused. "I thought you'd be pleased -
I promised to hear you play. Are you angry about yesterday?"
"Yes, I'm damn angry about yesterday." Sylva's brows knitted in a dangerous
scowl. "So you'd better damn explain yourself before I call security and
have you kicked off the premises!"
"But I..."
"But nothing! Why did you grab me in the dark? What the hell do you want
from me, huh?"
"Grab you? Why would I grab you?" Now it was Nat's turn to be startled.
"Oh, don't play games with me. I know it was you - you were limping and
I kicked the jerk who grabbed me pretty damn hard. Did I put up too much
of a fight for you?" Sylva was seething.
"I can't believe you would think that I would hurt you!" Nat's own eyes
sparked with anger.
"Well, then answer me this. Why did you have that girl ransack my room,
and why did you take my picture, huh?" Sylva demanded. "What are you, some
psycho stalker?"
"Photo?" Nat stared at her, then, "You are out of your mind. What photo?"
"The one you took!" Sylva exclaimed. "I know it was you - you even talked
to me about my mother, but I never mentioned her to you! Well, whatever your
game is, you can leave me alone, else I'll have security on you!"
"Do that, if you wish." Nat's eyes narrowed angrily. "I doubt they'll listen
to the deranged ramblings of some American rock singer. I came here tonight
to hear you play, and nothing else! If you don't believe me, well, that is
your problem! I have business to attend to!"
And with that, he was gone, leaving Sylva staring after him.
"Well, I sure told him!" She decided, although inwardly she felt strangely
deflated. "I told him not to mess with me all right, and he didn't even
have any good excuse to clear his name, so I guess I was right and it was
him after all. Jerk. What is it with me and guys at the moment? Dammit, I
was never this bad at picking a guy in High School? Hrm, or maybe I was...I
just didn't stick at it long enough for it to matter."
She frowned, heading slowly back towards the stage doors. Deep in thought,
she did not see the figure waiting in the shadows, and before she knew what
had happened, strong arms had grabbed her, gagging her tightly with a large
fist and dragging her into the darkness. Unable to see her captor, Sylva struggled
against his grip, but this time he had her measure, and her efforts proved
fruitless. She found herself shoved into a dark room, and, even in the pitch
black she was aware of someone else slipping rope around her wrists and ankles
as her original captor held her firm. Finally, they looped a length of cloth
around her mouth and the unfortunate Jewel found herself pushed against the
wall so hard that she lost her footing, tumbling to the floor.
In the blackness, she heard a muffled voice, but she did not understand
the language in which it spoke. Another voice answered, in a harsh, brusque
rebuttal, and there was once more silence. Fear pierced Sylva's heart, as
light filled the room, and she saw her captors for the first time. Her blue
eyes widened with horror.
"You needn't try to struggle or call out. You are tightly tied, and the
more you fight your bonds, the more they will hurt you." A voice told her
sharply. "Just stay here and behave yourself. You think you can manage that?"
Tears filled Sylva's eyes, and a silken glove touched her cheek, mockingly
wiping them away.
"You Americans, always so emotional." A second voice observed. "Don't waste
your tears, Sylvina. You will not be getting out of here alive. Just as soon
as we've finished our business here, we will return and dispose of you. When
your friends come looking, we shall take care of them also. There is no way
out. You are trapped."
"Okay, Syl should definitely have been back by now."
Sadie tapped her fingers anxiously on the edge of her guitar, casting a
glance at her watch. "The show begins in less than five minutes, and she's
been gone more than twenty. It doesn't take that long to get a drink - I
think something's up."
"I'm starting to think you're right." Nancy frowned, glancing at Copper.
"What do you think? Is this just Syl on one of her flirting kicks, or has
something happened?"
"Syl wouldn't let Jewel down. I think something must have happened." Copper
bit her lip. "I also think that we should go look for her. We don't play for
a while yet, but even if that wasn't the case, her safety is more important
than us winning the competition. It was dumb really, letting her go. I mean,
even with the security people buzzing around the place, we know she was attacked
yesterday. Stands to reason that they'd try again."
"I s'pose they must have been desperate to stop us from playing." Nancy
glanced at her hands. "I wish I knew what we were involved in, guys. Should
we get Aunt Phyl, or do we handle this ourselves?"
"Ourselves." Sadie said firmly. "Finding Phyllis might take time, and we
can't waste that. Besides..." She trailed off, her expression becoming grim
as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. "I think I just saw prime suspect
number one slipping through the crowd. If you'll excuse me, Tough Girl Sadie's
gonna go have a few words with Nat."
"Sadie, wait!" Copper called, but it was too late. The blond girl was already
gone, and exchanging helpless looks, Nancy and Copper set down their instruments,
slipping back into the main holding area in pursuit.
Sadie, meanwhile, had located her prey and had launched herself at the unsuspecting
young man, pulling him out of view of the milling musicians and pinning him
up against the wall. Taken by surprise, Nat could only stare at her speechlessly,
meeting her furious blue eyes with bewildered ones of his own.
"What in hell have you done with Sylva?" Sadie demanded. "And don't tell
me you haven't, because I'm angry, and I will hurt you. Jewel are going
to play this show, whether you like it or not. Understand?"
"I understand your words, but I think you are as deranged as she is!" Nat
recovered some of his composure, trying to pull free, but Sadie held firm.
"First she accuses me of attacking her yesterday, now you assault me! What
is going on?"
"Well, let me see." Sadie's eyes flashed dangerously. "Sylva went to get
a drink, and she didn't come back. And, surprise surprise, you're here, right
where you shouldn't be."
"I'm sorry. I didn't realise there were rules." Despite his predicament,
Nat's tone was full of scorn.
"Don't play the smart alec with me." Sadie's eyes narrowed, and her grip
on the young man's collar tightened. "Syl is my friend, and I want to know
what you've done to her, so you'd better be in the mood for talking, hadn't
you?"
"I don't have a clue where Sylvina is, and that's the honest truth." Nat
shot back. "Let me go, you silly girl. You understand nothing!"
"I understand that someone I care about has vanished, and that sometimes
actions speak louder than words when it comes to getting results." Sadie
snapped back. "I'm not in any mood for your silly games, and you do not want
to antagonise my temper. It's time for the truth - so talk!"
"I have told you the truth!" With some difficulty, Nat wrestled himself
free. "The last time I saw Sylvina was when she yelled insults at me and
stalked off in the direction of your stage. If someone has abducted her between
there and here, it was not me! I give you my word!"
"And what makes you think I'm gonna take you at your word, huh?" Sadie demanded.
"Time is ticking, Nat, and I'm not in a patient frame of mind. I am not afraid
to use my fists if you don't start telling me what I want to know. What are
you doing back here, anyway? If your motives are as innocent as you say they
are, explain that! Only the performers are supposed to be back here!"
"I must have missed that memo." Nat snapped back. "I was aware that this
was a public concert."
"Yes, but people backstage have to have one of these." Sadie flashed her
security pass at him. "And I don't see you waving one around. I don't know
how you got past the security guards - maybe you bribed them or threatened
them, I don't know - but your game is up!"
"I got past the security guards because I am Crown Prince Anatole of Morvania."
Nat drew himself up to his full height. "I came to see Sylvina play, because
I like her very much. I do not know why she has disappeared, or who attacked
her yesterday, but I assure you that I had nothing to do with it. Contrary
to popular beliefs about our Royal Family, we do not take to assaulting visitors
to our country." He eyed her coldly. "I do not need a security pass to enter
or leave backstage, since my mother and I are it's patrons whilst it is staged
in Morvania."
"The...Crown Prince?" Colour drained from Sadie's face and she took a step
back, realising as she did so that Nat bore some fleeting resemblance to Queen
Adreana herself. "You're kidding me."
"I don't kid about something so important." Nat said quietly. "Not when
the fate of my country is so delicately in the balance."
Sadie shook her head.
"I don't believe you." She whispered. "Crown Princes don't just sneak about
town and show up unannounced. They...they have escorts or something...don't
they?"
"Not me." Nat shook his head. "Not when I can evade them." He shrugged.
"You can believe me or not, Sadie, but I give you my word it is the truth."
Sadie stared at him blankly for a moment, then she cursed.
"Oh God, I'm in real trouble now, aren't I? Assaulting royalty! I thought...but
Sylva's vanished, and you're here...and..."
"Tell me what happened." Nat, his temper cooling in light of such obvious
confusion and embarrassment, put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"She just went for a drink, and never came back." Sadie murmured. "I didn't
know you were the Crown Prince, I...I swear. I thought..."
"You thought that I would hurt her." Nat said gravely. "No, Sadie. I would
not do that. I like her too much for that. But I cannot blame you for what
you thought. This is partly my fault, since I have not been honest enough
to tell her - or any of you - the truth in all this."
"But you were limping...Syl said so."
"I fell from my horse." Nat looked sheepish. "Corvin took me riding...I
am a poor horseman. I fell."
"Oh." Sadie glanced down. "And...but...Syl's mother...?"
"My mother remembers well the last time Americans were in Morvania." Nat
smiled. "I have always known about Mary Phillips and Phyllis Gabor - my mother
never tires of the story."
Sadie blushed.
"I'm sorry I attacked you." She said at length. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"
"No, just took me by surprise." Nat assured her. Sadie bit her lip.
"Phyllis is going to send me back to England for sure when she finds out
about this." She murmured. "Syl's vanished and I've assaulted the crown prince.
Oh God, I should never have come to Morvania!"
"Maybe I can help you to find her?" Nat offered. Sadie cast him a surprised
look.
"Before or after you throw me in irons for jumping you?" She asked apprehensively.
Nat laughed.
"I will do no such thing." He promised. "Though I must say, you are strong!
But nobody need know...you were concerned for your friend, and I am concerned
for her also."
"Sadie!" At that moment Copper and Nancy converged on them, and Nat held
up his hands.
"Not more of you!" He exclaimed.
"Guys, Nat isn't the guy we want." Sadie said slowly. "He...didn't take
Syl."
"Then who did?" Nancy demanded. "And where is she? We have a show to do!"
"I did not abduct Sylvina, but I would like to help you find her." Nat said
quietly. "Morvania is not always a safe place, and I am afraid for her safety.
It might help to have someone who speaks Morvanian along with you, also. Corvin
has often said that he fears the uprisings mean another plot on the throne,
and I can't help but wonder if Sylvina was in the wrong place at the wrong
time. I fear by associating with her I have unwittingly put her in danger
-and that is a wrong I must put right. But come on! We have not much time
before you must perform!"
Prologue: Morvania, 1987
Chapter One: Los Angeles, 2014
Chapter Two: At The Airport
Chapter Three: Laviana
Chapter Four: The Competition
Chapter Five: The Queen
Chapter Six: Ransacked!
Chapter Seven: Anatole
Chapter Eight: Nerysa
Chapter Nine: A Frightening Realisation
Chapter Ten: Betrayal
Chapter Eleven: The Truth
Chapter Twelve: Heartfelt
Chapter Thirteen: Home