Serpent in the Mist

by Cleave Bourbon

  “They have grown careless, then.”

  “Perhaps, but do not be so certain. I cursed General Sythril, and I cursed him for a specific reason. By’temog is a city of secrets—my secrets.”

  “Do your secrets remain safe?”

  “Not for much longer, I fear.” The dark stranger held up his hand in front of his face. His hand was beginning to fade. “I grow weak in this form. I am not strong enough to remain here.” He pointed to the spot where Devyn and the rest had set up camp. “Watch them but do not act. Let them find him and free him; it will work to my advantage in the end, before all of this is over.”

  “Master, if they free him, he will find the Silver Drake. It will be his singular purpose.”

  As the cloaked figure faded from view, its guttural voice rattled on. “He will leave corpses in his wake, and that is why his freedom is to my advantage.”

  LADY SHEY HANDED THE pipe she had just packed with tabac to Gondrial. He took the pipe and lit it with the stick he had burning in the campfire.

  “Thank you,” he told her. She nodded and sat down on the fallen elm tree log beside him.

  After Gondrial was satisfied his pipe was well lit, he poured himself an ale and sat back against the log. “Ah, amber ale. That Theosus fellow sure does know how to travel.”

  “Are you certain he knows you are into his ale?” Shey asked.

  Gondrial shrugged and grunted something before he downed more of the pale drink.

  Trendan and Sanmir, after a brief scouting mission, returned to camp. Trendan helped himself to some of the ale while Sanmir found a place to sit.

  “Any news, Trendan?” Gondrial asked.

  Trendan took a swig before answering. “The city is quiet now. We didn’t find anything of note.”

  “The night is as still as death.” Ianthill let out a great cloud of smoke. “And look at that moon, all silvery and full. It’s one of the brightest moons in recent memory. We could see sneaks far in advance.” He breathed in the night air. “It’s times like these that make life almost worth the trouble.”

  “All that and a keg of ale,” Gondrial quipped.

  “One day you will realize that life has more to offer than a stiff drink and a good time,” Ianthill rebutted.

  Gondrial held up his tankard. “May that dreadful day never come.”

  Lady Shey decided to pour some of the ale for herself. She held out her free hand to Ianthill. “Do you need a refill, Ianthill?”

  “Aye, since you are up.” He winked at her and handed over his half-empty tankard. “Come to think of it, have you two seen Vesperin or Fayne since breakfast?”

  Lady Shey filled Ianthill’s tankard. “They were cleaning out the cracks in between the stones in Vesperin’s bedchamber with sharpened sticks the last time I saw them.”

  “They were doing what?” Ianthill said and then chuckled. “Are they spending time together cleaning?”

  Lady Shey handed Ianthill his tankard and sat down on the log beside Gondrial again. “I know. I asked them why in the world they were trying to clean out the crevices of an old ruin, and do you know what Vesperin told me?”

  “This ought to be good,” Ianthill said.

  “He said that they found an old gold coin lodged in one of the cracks and they were looking for more.”

  Gondrial sloshed his ale. “Vesperin told you that? Since when does he care anything about worldly possessions? I thought all of those cleric-of-Loracia types had other, higher priorities.”

  Lady Shey took a drink. “I don’t know. He said he wanted to see if they could find any more of them.”

  “To each his own,” Gondrial said before he took another drink. “Who are we to question or judge?”

  Trendan downed his ale, upturned his tankard and placed it on top of the keg, and trudged off into the night.

  “Was it something I said?” Gondrial asked.

  “He is just coming to grips with life’s little troubles,” Sanmir said. “He will be all right; no need to worry.”

  “I expected Morgoran and Devyn to be back by now. It’s getting late,” Ianthill said.

  “It’s not that late yet.” Gondrial got up to refill his tankard.

  “Seriously, Gondrial, that has to be your fifth or sixth tankard. Go easy on that stuff. Shey, can’t you do something?” Ianthill inquired.

  “It’s only my eighth, and after flying around on that damned ship, I need it.”

  “You know I can’t do anything about it. And you know how he is when he gets going,” Shey said.

  “Ah, I’ll have some of that ale!” It was Morgoran. “Before Gondrial finds the bottom.”

  Ianthill reached into his pack nearby and produced Morgoran’s tankard. He tossed it to Morgoran. “Here you go; it’s almost clean.”

  “Thank you, brother.”

  Devyn found his way to the fallen log and plopped down. “Are there anymore tankards about?” he asked.

  “Trendan left one on the keg. I’ll pour you some,” Shey said. “Don’t go into any details until I get back.” She scurried off.

  Morgoran took out his long-stemmed pipe and found his pouch of cherry blossom tabac. He sat down near Ianthill and began stuffing the pipe.

  Lady Shey returned a few moments later with a filled tankard for Devyn.

  “Well?” Ianthill asked.

  Morgoran lit his pipe. “He was there. Kerad is as good as Naneden’s lap dog now. All that time he was supposed to be taking care of me in my cursed state and he was planting seeds of betrayal.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up about it,” Ianthill told him. “We were all fooled. Enowene worked side by side with him and never suspected, and she has eyes and ears everywhere.”

  “So Kimala is found out, then.” Shey wondered but already knew the answer.

  “Aye, from what we were told, Kerad made sure she was exposed as soon as he was able. We snooped around as much as we could without being detected, but we never did find her.”

  Devyn took a long drink from his tankard. “I thought I got a sense of Sylvalora at one point, too,” he said. “She may be there somewhere. I can’t be sure. I still don’t know how all of this is supposed to work.” He pointed to his head.

  There was a long silence where Devyn packed his pipe and Gondrial sucked down more ale.

  Ianthill puffed another cloud of smoke before breaking the silence. “Oh, I did get a bit further on deciphering the tome. There are a few Amar runes that I recognized. It was a set of instructions basically saying that the tome can be read by those who need to see it the most, or some fool thing like that.”

  “Not very helpful, is it?” Gondrial stated, his speech beginning to slur.

  “Actually, it makes some sense to me,” Devyn spoke up. “I think it means that the words can be read by anyone who needs to read them. It is a book for bestowing magic on mankind. It makes sense that it’s only readable to those who need it the most, when they need to read it the most.”

  “If that’s what it means, then we don’t need to go to Lux Amarou after all,” Lady Shey said. “Eventually, you will get out of it what you require.”

  Devyn clicked his pipe as he bit down on the stem, and spoke between clenched teeth. “No, we are still going. I want to know everything in that book, not just a few instructions.” He glanced at the full moon and twinkling stars, his voice becoming somber. “But first, I think it’s time to go home to Brookhaven. If it takes a war to oust Naneden from the highlord’s throne, some of us may not get another chance.”

  Ianthill nodded. “You may be correct. From what I have seen and heard, Naneden had enough of an unholy army of Dramyds and Drasmyd Duil to take and hold Lux Enor, but at the moment, he doesn’t have the numbers to branch out from there. What small forces we had were most likely reduced to almost nothing. He knows if we can muster a force, or somehow get our army back, his main force needs to defend the city.”

  “I agree,” said Morgoran. “I think you are dead on, Ianthill, except for
one point. Toborne has been mysteriously absent while Naneden has ravaged Symboria. He has Sylvalora hidden somewhere, and he turned Melias into an even stronger version of Drasmyd Duil.” He looked to Devyn. “What is it called again?”

  “Brae Daun Duil,” Devyn answered.

  “Aye, Brae Daun Duil, that’s right. He is obviously somewhere where he can tinker with the old methods he and I pioneered. He has to be getting a fresh supply of dragon eggs and dragon spawn in an area big enough to work. I think he’ll also bring his countrymen from the East, both Abaddonia and Scarovia, to bear on Symboria before long, if he can convince the cowards to fight for him.”

  Ianthill puffed on his pipe a moment. “He might even have ties with the dragons of Kragodor again.”

  “I can answer that,” Devyn said. “He doesn’t have ties with Kragodor. I have spoken to King Dravenclaw and his lieutenants. They want nothing to do with Toborne. They did tell me of a rumor that Toborne has dragon farms somewhere on the Scarovian side of the Jagged Mountains. They wanted to send patrols out that way to investigate but they can’t get past King Amarantus’ dragon patrols out of Draegodor, and the king refuses to grant an audience with any of his exiled kin.”

  “That old stubborn fool of a dragon,” Morgoran said of King Amarantus. “He never did know when to let up.”

  “He holds terrible grudges, too,” Ianthill added. “How did you manage to talk to the king of the dragons in exile?”

  “It’s a long story, but a quick answer would be that I learned about how to approach him through one of the essence shards I absorbed.”

  Morgoran let out a billow of smoke. “That still doesn’t sit right with me. Are you sure you are not having headaches or any other ill effects from the trials?”

  Devyn took a deep breath. “Not as such, no. However, I no longer feel them or their influence. It’s as if they have faded away and left behind only what I need. Like a cup of ocean water leaves salt behind when the water fades away. I can remember how to do certain things, but I am no longer driven by them.” He stared into Morgoran’s bright blue eyes for a moment until the old wielder became uncomfortable.

  “What is it, lad? You are staring a hole right through me!”

  “I was just wondering how far you would have gone if Kerad’s influence had held.”

  Lady Shey crossed her arms in riposte. “Don’t let thoughts like that consume you. Morgoran is stronger than you might realize.”

  Morgoran stopped his old apprentice with a hand gesture. “It’s a valid question, Shey. A question I can probably answer, so let me and we can be done with it.” He took a swig from his tankard. “I would not have stopped until I had hunted you down and got you where I wanted you. I don’t know if Kerad’s influence would have subsided, but I am not a murderer. I am sure I would have come to my senses.”

  “I’m glad you still have a sense of humor about it,” Devyn said.

  “I wasn’t kidding with you. The anger that was raging inside of me seemed to be very real, although I could not justify it. Every time you came near, it festered.”

  Devyn nodded. “Some of it was from the essence shards inside of me—old enemies and old animosity. One of the essences told me that I was the only person ever known to have survived receiving more than one essence and that you feared you were not strong enough to stop me. Any truth to that?”

  “None,” Morgoran stated flatly.

  A long silence blanketed over them before Ianthill again thought of a way to break it. “You know, there is a great library here at By’temog.” He pointed the stem of his pipe to a crumbling building a short walk from where they sat relaxing.

  “Was a great library,” Morgoran corrected. “I’m sure the parchment and scrolls have long since turned to dust. It’s been centuries since anyone has been inside it.”

  “Do either of you remember where it is?” Devyn asked. “I would be interested in seeing what’s still there. Maybe some dusty books survived or some forgotten written treasure that hasn’t been seen for years!”

  Ianthill again pointed his pipe stem toward the library building and continued to point at it with a stabbing motion.

  “I get it, Ianthill, you are pointing at the library,” Devyn stated.

  “It would be interesting to explore. I, for one, am bored lounging around,” Lady Shey said.

  “This may be our only chance to enjoy a respite for a long while, Shey,” Morgoran pointed out.

  “And I can’t think of a better way to spend a respite than curled up with a fascinating book. I think we should go see what’s there,” Shey said.

  “Count me out,” Gondrial slurred. “The last place I want to be is in a dusty, moldy library. I think I will go to bed.” He got up and stumbled away.

  Devyn tapped the spent tabac out of his pipe and into the palm of his hand. “You know, my lady, you seem excited to discover lost volumes of lore, and I do have the Tome of Enlightenment.”

  Lady Shey took Devyn by the arm. “Aye, and none of us can make any sense out of it yet.” She brightened. “In fact, this library may have books to help us with reading it.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up too high,” Morgoran cautioned. “While it is true no one has been able to get near this library since General Sythril began roaming the ruins, we must face the possibility that most of the fragile tomes will no longer be readable.”

  “Such negativity! We won’t know until we go find out,” she replied.

  “Why don’t we head there at first light? It is getting too late tonight, and I am sure we could better explore it in the daytime,” Ianthill suggested.

  “Aye,” Devyn agreed. “We can explore the library tomorrow and be on our way to Brookhaven on the day following.”

  “It is settled, then,” Morgoran said.

  Trendan returned to camp with a roll of parchment in his hand. “Devyn, before you turn in, Sanmir and I would like a word.”

  “All right,” Devyn replied.

  “In private, if you don’t mind.”

  Devyn said goodnight to the others and followed Trendan and Sanmir behind a ruined wall, out of earshot of the camp. “What is it?” he asked.

  “I need you to open the Portal to Lux Enor for Sanmir and me,” Trendan said. “Tonight, if you will.”

  “Oh, and what are you two planning?”

  Trendan unrolled the parchment. Sanmir held up a white crystal that began to glow, cascading warm tones of light on the parchment to reveal a map of the castle of Lux Enor. “Sanmir and I have been talking, and I think we should go after Kimala. Sanmir confirmed a few issues for me. We can’t leave her to the mercies of that madman. She has sacrificed enough.” He pointed to the map. “We found this map in the ruined By’temog city archives, and we think we found a way in.”

  “But, Trendan, Lux Enor is at the heart of the enemy’s stronghold. It would be next to impossible for you to succeed with this plan. Besides, where does her loyalty lie, anyway?”

  Sanmir spoke up. “Not impossible. I spent some time in Lux Enor just after the War of the Oracle. I know it well. I bet I know it better than Naneden, anyway. With the use of this map, I think we can get in and get out. As far as her loyalty, she is on our side, I assure you. Kimala can open one of the portals back here or to the Vale of Morgoran.”

  “Assuming she is well enough to do so,” Devyn pointed out.

  “I’m sure I could open it if I had to,” Sanmir countered. “I am not too bad with essence magic myself. It is not as clean as the magic of my people, but I have had to use it before.”

  “Devyn, please. I owe her.”

  Devyn stared at Trendan with consternation for a few moments. “There is no doubt about your honor, my friend,” Devyn said as he patted Trendan on the shoulder. “I will allow this for you, but I want you to get in there, get Kimala, and get out. No other side missions are authorized.”

  “It’s agreed, then,” Trendan said. They both shook hands, and Devyn led them to the Portal.

  Cha
pter 26: The Forgotten Library

  After breakfast, Devyn, Lady Shey, Ianthill, and Morgoran headed for the decaying library building. As indicated, Gondrial stayed in camp nursing a horrendous hangover, loath to go poking through a musty, dusty library.

  Devyn could tell the structure had once been a marvel of construction, a magnificent gem among a cluster of lesser gems. The once sharp features around the arches and doorways were now worn and rounded and a few of the supporting columns had crumbled and collapsed on the outer portico, but nothing else obstructed the rest of the entryway. The two coppery double doors, which were covered with green patina, appeared to be stuck shut with a slight buckling at the edges, as if some force had tried to break them down to gain entry and failed.

  Devyn ran his hand over the buckled seams. “Doesn’t look like we will get in this way,” he said.

  Morgoran bit his lower lip. “Hmm, I think I can buckle the left door from the inside out.”

  “Wielding? Is that wise here?” Devyn asked.

  “I don’t see why not.” Morgoran shrugged. “Who would care?” Morgoran concentrated and used his considerable skill to draw in just enough essence to power his spell. He released, and the left door buckled outward, crushing into a ball as easily as wadding up a piece of parchment.

  “Wait, what’s that glow around the doorway?” Shey observed.

  Ianthill stepped closer to the entrance. “It appears to be a magical seal.” He reached out his hand to better sense it without touching it and immediately recoiled afterward. “It’s a dragon ward. A dragon has sealed off this library.”

  Devyn faltered. “What? Why would a dragon care about a broken-down library in a ruined city guarded by a cursed ghost?”

  “Think about what you just said, Devyn,” Shey pointed out. “What better place to hide something valuable.”

  “A dragon’s horde?” Devyn asked.

  “Don’t go getting all excited; it could be anything,” Morgoran said. “A dragon’s horde is highly unlikely, as are most fanciful treasures and wishes.”

  “How do we break a dragon’s seal?” Devyn inquired.