“But…” Kevik stammered.
“Just some stinging is all,” he said.
Coming up behind Kevik, Chad said, “You better be more careful next time.”
“Yeah man,” Seth said. “Lock the door or something.”
“I’ll do that,” agreed Kevik. He looked on as Riyan got to his feet. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
Riyan nodded in reply. “Can barely feel it,” he said with a grin.
“Liar,” Chad said. “I saw how you flew across the hall and hit the wall. You can’t tell me it’s nothing.”
“It is, now let’s not say anything more about it,” Riyan said.
Chyfe had made his way into the room. He then glanced back out to the hallway where Kevik still knelt by Riyan’s side. “You sure did a number in here,” he said.
Everyone moved into the room and saw how black marks scored the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. “Got a little carried away did you?” Bart asked when he saw the state of the room.
“I guess so,” he said. With everyone looking at him, he continued. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to practice like this. I guess I got more into it than I had planned.”
“I would say so,” agreed Riyan. He clapped him on the back. “From now on, let us know when you’re doing this and we’ll stay away.”
“Okay,” replied Kevik. He still felt bad about what he did to Riyan and was glad he hadn’t done anything very serious to his friend.
Kevik and Riyan remained in the room as it was the one they were sharing. The others began filing out to theirs.
While Riyan made ready for bed, Kevik put his spell book back in his pack and propped his staff against the wall by the bed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you practice that way before,” Riyan commented. Crawling under the blanket, he glanced over to Kevik.
“To be honest,” Kevik admitted, “I’ve been a bit lax in my practice.” The light from his staff kept the room illuminated as he too crawled into bed. “The spells I knew when we first met had been repeatedly worked at and ingrained into me by my master. Now with these new spells I have to keep ‘honed’ I guess you’d call it. In an emergency I’m not going to have time to open my spell book. I’ll need to react fast, and react correctly.”
Riyan nodded. “I guess our two crafts aren’t as different as one would think,” he said.
“Both require hard work and determination if one is to succeed,” agreed Kevik. He then canceled the staff’s light spell and they settled down to sleep.
For Kevik, sleep didn’t come right away. His earlier practice of working on spells and the pronunciation of symbols had left him wondering about the five symbols they found on the island near Catha. He still didn’t have a clue as to what they were or the affect they may produce. But he got to thinking that maybe they were like the symbols that he could interchange for his protection spell. If so, then all he would need was a sufficiently powerful spell in which to plug them in. He was certain that the current one he was using would be insufficient. There could be one in the other libraries of the Tower, but it may be years before he gained sufficient rank to be allowed access to them.
Thoughts of wondrous magic coursed through his mind until sleep finally claimed him.
After the morning meal in the common room, they split up as Riyan, Kevik, and Chad went in search of the cartographer, while Bart and the rest headed back to Kell Plaza and the Orack trading house.
Riyan led his group through the streets as he followed the directions given to him the night before by the group of locals he talked with. “They said it was located next to a park on the eastern side of town,” he told Kevik and Chad.
After working their way through the streets of Kendruck for half an hour, they made further inquiries of other locals when they hadn’t come across it yet. It didn’t take long after that before the small park came into view.
It wasn’t much, just half a block of grass, bushes, and trees with cobblestone paths running through them. A couple benches could be seen spaced about the park where people could take their ease.
“Must be something in the springtime,” commented Kevik. Indeed, with winter in full force, most of the trees were barren of leaves, and snow still held a presence in the shadier areas.
Riyan noticed a building off to their left which bore a sign depicting a quill superimposed over a boot. “That’s it,” he said. Quill and boot was the cartographer’s sign. Quill for the drawing of the map, and boot for the traveling done in acquisition of the information.
Most cartographers have many apprentices who are sent out to gather pertinent data of an area which was then added to maps. Another way cartographers gained a variety of maps, was to copy them from the existing maps of others. Some maps have been around for a long time and can at times not be very accurate. An honest cartographer would tell his customers of maps in his possession which may be less than reliable. Usually if one has a good reputation with the locals, you could trust his maps.
They went up to the door and entered. The shop wasn’t very large, it held but a single table situated in the middle of the room and a door in the far wall leading to a rear room. Scores of shelves dotted the walls with rolled maps stacked in neat piles upon them. Several maps were displayed on the walls between the shelves. Other than the maps, shelves, and table, the place was deserted.
“Where’s the cartographer?” questioned Chad.
Riyan indicated the door in the far wall. “Maybe in the back,” he said.
Kevik shut the door and they moved further into the shop.
“Look at this,” Riyan said as he moved to one of the maps displayed on the wall. It was a map of a city. The name on it read ‘Yerou’. “Yerou?” he asked. Glancing back at the other two he asked, “Ever heard of it?” Chad and Kevik both shook their heads no.
Yerou was a large city with a massive defensive wall surrounding it. The keep was positioned in the upper section of town. Kevik was interested in the tower that rose beside it. He peered closer to the words written at the bottom of the tower. “Kylon’s Tower,” he murmured. The name seemed familiar but he couldn’t remember from where.
“Can I help you?” a voice asked from behind them.
Turning around, Riyan saw a youthful looking young man who couldn’t be more than twenty years old. “Are you the cartographer?” he asked.
The young man shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I am one of his journeymen.” He glanced at the three of them in turn before asking, “Are you in need of a map?”
“Wouldn’t be here for any other reason,” quipped Chad.
The journeyman nodded understandingly.
“We were looking to purchase one showing the lands to the south,” explained Riyan.
“Are you interested in just the area along the border?” the journeyman asked. “Or deeper into the Moran Tribes?”
“So you do have maps of that area?” asked Chad.
“Of course,” the young man said. Then he turned his attention back to Riyan.
“Can I see a couple of what you have?” Riyan asked. “I’m not exactly sure what our needs are going to be.”
Nodding, the journeyman went over to one of the shelves and removed three maps. Each was rolled and secured with a bit of twine. He carried them over to the table and removed the twine from one of them.
“This map shows the lands of the border between Byrdlon and the Moran Tribes,” he explained. Unrolling it, he held it open for them to see. It did show the borderlands in great detail, but not much else beyond it.
“Is there one that shows further into the Tribes?” Riyan asked.
The journeyman nodded again. He then rolled the map back up and secured the twine around it. Setting it aside, he picked up the second map and soon had it unrolled on the table before them. “This one gives an overall depiction of the terrain for a hundred miles south of the border,” he said.
Riyan gazed at the map and thought this might
do. He looked closely at names of the few towns represented on the map for any sign of Hylith, the place they believed to be the city where the lords of the Orack Tribe live.
He followed the road that led south out of Kendruck and found Hylith to be situated on the south side of a lake some distance from the border. Riyan nodded to himself, then glanced to Kevik.
“This will do,” Kevik stated.
“I think so too,” agreed Riyan. Turning to the journeyman cartographer, he said, “How much?”
“A gold and six silver,” he stated.
Riyan’s eyes widened at the price.
“Why so much?” asked Chad. He too felt the map would prove useful for them, but a gold six?
“It takes time to carefully draw a map,” the young man explained. “Meticulous attention to detail must be maintained for the map to be accurate.”
“Where’s Sandlun?” Kevik suddenly interjected.
“What?” Riyan asked as he turned to the magic user.
“Sandlun,” repeated Kevik. “The town that was sacked some months ago.”
The journeyman indicated a place southeast of Kendruck. “Here,” he said.
Riyan looked at the spot for a moment then handed over the coins for the map.
“Thank you,” the apprentice said as he took the coins. “Would you care to look at any other maps?”
“No,” replied Riyan. Rolling up the map, he placed it inside his pack. “I think this will be all we need.”
“If you should ever require another,” the journeyman said, “remember that Orren’s maps are the best and most accurate.”
“We will,” Riyan assured him before turning to head for the door. Once they were outside and heading back to the inn, he asked Kevik why he had asked about Sandlun.
He shrugged and said, “I was curious.”
Riyan grinned. “Let’s hurry back and see if Bart has met with any success at the trading house.” But when they got back to the inn, they found that he hadn’t.
Bart was not in a very good mood. “They wouldn’t even talk to us,” he told them. “We had no sooner entered the building when two Tribesmen came and said we had to leave. I tried to explain why we were there, but they quickly ushered us out and shut the door.”
“At least we have the map,” Chad said. At which point Riyan produced it and spread the map out on one of the tables.
Once it was unrolled, Riyan pointed to Kendruck. “Here’s where we are,” he stated. Then his finger began following the road heading south. “If we follow this road, it will eventually take us to Hylith.” His finger continued to follow the road until it came to the city.
“Then what?” asked Chyfe.
Riyan glanced up from the map and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Once we get there, what do we plan to do?” he asked. “If what we can expect from the locals is anything like what we experienced at the trading house, things could get dicey.”
“Play it by ear,” Bart said. “We should have an idea of what to expect by the time we get there.”
“Then once we are there,” continued Riyan, “try to locate the last segment of the key.”
“How?” asked Chyfe.
“The previous two keys we found were both secreted beneath ruins dating back to the time of the King,” he explained. “All we have to do is locate such ruins in the area and get it.”
“But there could be ruins all over the place!” asserted Chyfe. “And even if we find such, there’s no guarantee that the segment will lie within.”
“But they all won’t have the coat of arms that we are looking for,” interjected Soth. “Each of the previous two were found in ruins bearing one of the coats of arms. All we need to do is find an area bearing the final coat of arms and we’re in business.”
“All the while the locals could be after our blood,” added Seth. “You know what is said about the Tribesmen, and our visit to the trading house only proved its validity. They’re not tolerant of strangers.”
Bart removed the wine bottle that he had taken with them to the trading house. “All we can do is but try,” he said, then held the bottle up before the others. “We’ll be agents of a merchant looking to acquire a contract for quantities of this wine.”
“Might work,” Riyan said. Even Chyfe agreed it was worth a shot.
The rest of the morning and afternoon, they spent restocking their supplies. Then when the sun rose the following morning to a sky all but devoid of clouds, they rode through the southern gates on their way to Hylith.
Chapter Nine
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The sun brought a welcomed warmth to the world as Kendruck disappeared behind them. All that was left of the snow which had fallen on their trip down were small patches in the lee of hills or under the sheltering branches of pines. Off to their right, the white peaks of the Tinderlock Mountains were a stark contrast to the blue of the sky behind them.
While they remained on Byrdlon’s side of the border, Riyan and Bart rode point. But it had been decided that once they crossed over and were in Tribes territory, Seth and Soth should lead. Though it was true their ancestry couldn’t be directly traced to the Tribes, it was hoped their appearance would soften an otherwise harsh reaction.
The walls of Kendruck had barely disappeared before they encountered a Byrdlon patrol. A score of riders appeared out of the east, and once the riders had taken notice of their party, immediately altered course to intercept.
Riyan brought them to a halt as the horsemen drew near. “Think this is trouble?” he asked Bart.
“I wouldn’t think so,” he replied. “We’ve done nothing wrong and Byrdlon isn’t officially at war yet. They most likely want to know what we’re doing.”
Of the twenty riders approaching them, five were quite young. Seth made the comment that they must be some of the Recruits turned Armsmen that the Guild had sent down to the border as per Duke Knor’s request. The rider in the fore of the group was an older man with a smart looking uniform whose insignia marked him as a captain. Obviously a career soldier and leader of the group.
As the riders drew close, Riyan waved to the leader and said, “Good day to you Captain.”
Coming to a halt the captain replied, “And to you sir.”
“Is there a problem?” Bart asked.
“Not that I’m aware,” the captain replied. The way he said it made it sound like there should have been a ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence. “What brings you down this road?”
“On our way to Hylith,” Riyan replied. “We are agents for a merchant who is interested in procuring a contract for a certain wine that he’s heard has recently become available.”
The captain glanced to Riyan then at the group behind him. He took special note of Kevik and his staff. “You’ll not find any welcome in Hylith,” he told them. “They don’t care much for those of us from north of the border.”
“So we understand,” Bart said. “But surely they would tolerate an agent whose only purpose is to increase trade?”
“Never know with them,” the captain said. “Bloodthirsty and treacherous they are.” Then he caught sight of Seth and Soth. Moving his horse forward, he passed by Riyan and came to them.
Before he had a chance to speak, Seth said, “We are not Tribesmen though we understand our appearance is similar. My brother and I are members of the Gilbeth Warrior Guild and our father is in service to Lord Dreaden of Gilbeth.”
The captain mulled that over for a moment, most likely deciding whether to believe them or not.
“Could you tell us how far it is to the border?” Riyan asked.
The captain gave Seth and Soth another once over then returned his attention to Riyan. “Several miles to the south you will find the village of Marl Crest. It marks the beginning of the area disputed by both sides. Another ten miles after that you’ll cross over what we consider to be their northern border.”
“Is it safe?” asked Soth.
“I would
never assume to be safe once past Marl Crest,” the captain advised. “Tribesmen raiders quite often roam through the area. It wouldn’t be in your best interest to be discovered by such.”
“But aren’t there Byrdlon patrols?” asked Chyfe. He still remembered what the couple had said about Duke Knor’s soldiers, how they never seemed to be where the Raiders were.
The captain glanced at him. “It’s a large area son,” he said. “It would be impossible for us to be everywhere at once.”
Chyfe’s face turned grim. That wasn’t what he had wanted to hear.
Turning his attention back to Riyan, the captain said, “Just be careful. We wouldn’t want to find your bodies rotting on the side of the road.”
“Don’t worry,” Bart said. “I’m sure we can hold our own if it were to come to that, which I’m sure it won’t.”
The captain sat there a moment in thought. Then he said, “Good luck to you then. I hope your dealings go well for you.” Turning about, he signaled for his men to follow as he started riding off toward the east.
“Cheerful fellow,” commented Chad.
“Dead bodies indeed,” snorted Seth. “What does he think we are? Helpless?”
“Most traders are,” Soth replied. “Of course, we are not your run of the mill traders either.”
Seth laughed. “You got that right.”
They resumed their trek south. For the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, they were the only ones on the road. Keeping to a leisurely pace, they didn’t come to Marl Crest until the sun was nearing the horizon. Before the buildings of Marl Crest came into view, farmsteads began dotting the landscape. The occasional local could be seen out in the fields doing what they could to prepare their fields for the coming of spring.
The actual village of Marl Crest wasn’t all that big. A chandler’s shop, tavern, inn, and half a dozen auxiliary buildings were it. The locals were of Byrdlon stock. None had the darker skin of tribesmen.
“Kind of small don’t you think?” asked Riyan as he took in the village.
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