PARABUS -- Day 5 (evening)
I think I'm going to be sick. Something awful has happened.
I didn't mean for it to happen. I really didn't. At least not at first...
Oh, I wish Juwanda were here. She'd understand.
I began this log by confiding that I have a secret. It is because of this secret that I began this journey, and it is because of this secret that I may be in serious, serious trouble.
Maybe it is best if I just tell you what happened as it occurred...
The captain, Chet, Kenseth and I were all in Lady Geriondsin's suite when Baron Dretrich stormed in. He was shouting at the captain for not arresting me and finding the Grimola. Then he grabbed my wrist, I guess to arrest me himself.
That's when it happened the first time. I must have been hyped up with all that is going on. Like a static shock it hit me all of a sudden. I knew he had not killed Lady Geriondsin. I also felt his great frustration at the loss of the Grimola.
He must have felt something too, because he stopped short and stared at me, then left the room without a word.
The others were staring at me, so I shrugged and the matter seemed soon forgotten.
Moments later, Baron Dretrich returned with his cousin, Baron Treewrich. Dretrich grabbed my arm, this time on the sleeve instead of bare skin, and he slapped my hand to Treewrich's face and held it there. I was too shocked to know what to say. Nothing happened at first, then I realized what Dretrich meant for me to do. I could have resisted this time, but I didn't think. I just did it. I read Treewrich's thoughts.
It was terrible. Black and hateful thoughts twisted my guts like a virus. I tried to pull away but Dretrich wouldn't let me.
He yelled, "Speak!"
I whispered, "He did it. He poisoned her."
"He could not find it."
Dretrich tossed aside my hand in disgust and then beat on Treewrich until the captain and Chet pulled him off. The captain told me to stay in my cabin while he sorts things out.
So here I sit, waiting. Use of psionics is a crime in the Imperium. I may not have poisoned Lady Geriondsin, but in the eyes of some, I've done something worse. To them, I AM
something worse than an assassin.
I can't go anywhere. I can do nothing but wait.