Slathbog's Gold - Forman Mark L - Страница 31

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“We have brought you some things to take with you,” said Iownan, waving her hand toward the servants. “I would not have you depart without improving your store of food as your journey may be a long one.”

“You are most kind, lady,” replied Bregnest with a bow. “We find great sorrow in leaving.”

Iownan nodded. Her servants came forward and gave each member of the company several neatly wrapped and labeled parcels. Alex put his in his magic bag as quickly as he could, his eyes returning at once to Iownan.

“The road ahead may be cold as there is no guarantee that you will reach your goal before winter,” said Iownan, still smiling. “So we have also prepared warm clothing and blankets.”

“Your kindness is too great,” said Bregnest with another bow. “We have not words to give thanks.”

Iownan nodded once more. More servants came forward and more parcels were given to each member of the company.

“Now I will answer your question,” said Iownan, her smile fading. “Though it troubles me greatly to ask such a thing of my guests.”

“Ask what you will, great lady,” said Bregnest. “If it is in our power, we shall do as you ask.”

“You are very kind,” Iownan replied, a weak smile returning to her face. “This is what I would ask of you all: that you return to me a lost treasure of the White Tower.”

“What treasure of the tower has been lost?” Bregnest questioned in surprise.

“Long ago, there was a stone in the high places of the tower. It was not a gem; it was a crystal of clear stone, like glass, and it was stolen from the tower.” Iownan looked pained as she spoke. “The stone is now hidden in Slathbog’s hoard, so I ask that you return it to me, if your quest is completed successfully.”

“If any of us remain alive when Slathbog is defeated, we shall return the stone to you,” said Bregnest, dropping to one knee as he spoke. “This I pledge on my life and my honor, as leader of this company.”

“Your pledge is great, Silvan Bregnest, and I know it to be true. But I will not hold any man to another’s pledge and so must ask that each of you make his own pledge. If any of you feel you cannot make this pledge, I will not force it on you.”

Arconn dropped to one knee beside Bregnest. “I shall pledge as Bregnest has. I will do as you ask.”

The rest of the company followed Arconn’s example, each kneeling and pledging that if they were still alive when Slathbog was dead, to return the crystal to the White Tower. The pledge took on more meaning for Alex as he said it out loud, and he saw once more Iownan’s wisdom.

“True friends, you give me great hope,” said Iownan, smiling at them. “Though there is great sorrow in our parting, ride now, and know my hopes and good wishes go with you.”

Alex found himself unable to reply to Iownan’s words. A strange feeling of joy was in his heart, along with a deep sorrow as well. The company mounted their horses without speaking, and each of them bowed to Iownan as they rode past.

Alex and his companions rode east toward the rising sun. They soon left the orchards and gardens of the White Tower behind, but they didn’t look back. Alex’s sorrow diminished as he rode, and only the joy of Iownan’s kind words and smile remained with him.

Bregnest halted the company at the top of the first hill they came to, looking back at the White Tower before it was lost from sight. In soft voices, Alex and his friends each repeated their promise to Iownan, then turned away and rode on.

chapter ten

Magic Sword

The road grew worse as Alex and his friends continued east. Grass and weeds grew over the path in several places and there were no bridges over the streams they had to cross. Alex thought the road hadn’t been ridden over for a hundred years or more.

The day was clear and the sun grew hot as they traveled; it seemed the heat of summer would soon replace the pleasant warmth of spring in Vargland. Alex looked up at the clear sky, considering how far they still had to go. He had already traveled further on this adventure than he had ever gone in his life.

They camped early that first night away from the White Tower, finding a sheltered place a short distance off the road. There was less laughter now than there had been, but they all remained in good spirits.

“We should keep a watch again,” said Bregnest as they ate their evening meal. “These wilder lands have many dangers.”

“That is true,” Thrang said. “Though I doubt we’ll find any trouble so close to the White Tower.”

They agreed that keeping a watch would be a good idea, and Bregnest marked eight stones and placed them in a bag for each member of the company to draw their watch as he had done before. Alex, with his normal luck, drew the stone marked for the first watch, which made him happy.

As the others prepared for sleep, Arconn remained by the fire with Alex. He asked Alex to bring out his books so they could continue their lessons. Alex was happy to do so since the book that Iownan had given him was turning out to be interesting, now that he could read parts of it. Arconn also insisted he try to read from the magic book, even though it was much harder to understand, even with Arconn’s help.

“The book of magic is written with letters similar to the elfin,” Arconn explained, “though they are not exactly the same. You will need to learn both. Learning the one will help with the other.”

“Do the words mean the same thing in both books?” Alex questioned.

“At times they do,” said Arconn as he considered the question. “But magic words are not elfin in nature. They are more difficult to speak and read, but also more powerful.”

“There is power in the words?” Alex asked.

“All words have some power, whether written or spoken,” Arconn replied with a soft laugh. “You know this already, as do all who can read or speak, but perhaps you have never thought of it that way before.”

“Words have power to communicate and to tell us what things are,” said Alex, thinking hard.

“Yes, that,” Arconn agreed. “But words can do more than explain what things are. Words can give us knowledge and understanding. They can tell us of things as they once were, as they should be, or even as they might be.”

“And that is power?” questioned Alex.

“Understanding and knowledge are the beginning of all power,” answered Arconn. “It is late, and your watch has passed. Go sleep. We will continue tomorrow.”

Alex left the fire and sat down on his blankets. He considered Arconn’s words about understanding and knowledge. He wondered what Arconn meant by “should be” and “might be.” He didn’t see how understanding what something might be could be magical. Arconn’s lessons were not nearly as simple as Thrang’s infernoand quenchcommands had been. Alex’s questions and the magic letters continued to bounce through his mind as he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Alex woke early, his thoughts about magic vanishing in the night, but Arconn’s lessons continued. As the company rode, Arconn would occasionally ride to one side or the other and climb off his horse. When he caught up to the group again, he would stop next to Alex and Andy. He would hand a leaf or twig or a seed to Alex and ask him to identify it. Most of the items Alex recognized from studying Iownan’s book. When Alex could not tell Arconn what an item was and what it was used for, Arconn would simply smile and place the item in a leather pouch that hung from his saddle. Alex knew Arconn would bring these items out again when he had read more and could identify them.

By the end of their third day away from the White Tower, the weather turned wet once more. Low clouds filled the sky, and the wind picked up from the west. The road led them more to the south, though their main direction remained east.

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