“Jiron,” Illan says as he kneels on the floor by him. “We think they may be taking him to Bearn.”
His eyes move back and forth slightly as his mouth tries to form the words.
“I know, I know,” he says to him. “We’re leaving now to get him back. I’m going to leave Yern here since he’s wounded and you two are going to have to look after things while we’re gone.” Giving him a meaningful look, he adds, “If you know what I mean?”
A brief nod from Jiron shows he understands. “When Roland gets back, let him know what’s going on and see if you can get Ceryn to hang out around here until we return.”
Getting up, he glances at the worried look on Tersa’s face and says, “He’ll be fine, just drugged. I think it’s the same drug they used on James. It’s something you use on a mage to inhibit his ability to use magic.”
“Okay,” she says. “What should I do?”
“Nothing you can do for the moment,” he tells her. “Just have to wait until the effects wear off.”
“I understand,” she says as she gazes down at her brother lying there. A slight tear rolls down her face.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and says in a reassuring voice, “He’ll be fine.”
From the front door, Uther says, “The horses are ready.”
Turning his attention to Uther, he replies, “Tell Yern to come in here then go and get enough supplies to last for several days.”
“I’ll help you,” offers Tersa as she moves to the kitchen.
Uther goes outside and soon Yern comes in.
“I want you to stay here with Jiron to look after the place,” he tells him. “After the attack the other night, now this, we can’t afford to leave this place undefended.”
“I understand,” he says.
Indicating Jiron, he adds, “When he finally gets up, try to keep him from following.”
“I’ll do my best,” he says.
Miko returns from where he’d gone to get his sword. Seeing him buckling it on, Illan says, “Go on out and wait with the others. Tell ‘em we’ll be leaving in five minutes.”
Nodding, he walks out the front door.
Turning back to Yern, he says, “One of you should stay out by the road to turn people away, the other needs to walk a perimeter around the property. Keep an eye out for any more intruders.”
“Will do,” Yern assures him.
Uther comes out of the kitchen with several pouches stuffed with food. “Go distribute them among the horses,” Illan tells him then he moves to James’ room where he opens the money chest and fills his pouch with many golds, silvers, and coppers.
He moves back out through the front room, pausing only a moment to give just a cursory goodbye before he walks out the front door. Everyone is already in the saddle, waiting for him. As he mounts, he sees Tersa and Yern coming out of the front door. “We’ll get him back,” he says then kicks his horse into a gallop as they race down the lane in pursuit.
“Miko,” he hollers back to him as they reach the road, “I want you next to me. Before we get to Bearn, I want to know everything there is to know about it.”
Miko closes the gap and rides abreast of Illan as he commences telling him about Bearn.
By the time they’ve caught up with Delia’s caravan, Illan has practically exhausted Miko’s knowledge of Bearn. He thought he’d known Bearn, but with the pointed questions that Illan had been asking him, he realized just how little he knew of the city he grew up in.
Stig’s bringing up the rear of the caravan and when he sees them coming up the road, waves. The greeting he was about to give dies on his lips when he sees the grimness of their faces. Dropping the greeting, he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Follow me,” Illan says as he comes up to where Delia’s driving the lead wagon.
“Delia!” he calls out as his horse reaches her side.
Surprised at seeing him, she quickly brings her wagon to a halt as the others with her gather around. “What brings you out here?” she asks.
“Trouble,” he replies and then proceeds to explain what happened.
“Damn!” curses Scar. “They rode by us not a half hour ago. One had been slumped over the saddle, but we never even imagined that it could’ve been James.”
“Got a favor to ask you,” Illan says to her.
“What?” she asks.
“I want to take Shorty and Scar with us,” he says. “Jorry and Uther will ride into Bearn with your caravan.”
“But you’ll need us!” exclaims Uther.
“I understand how you feel,” he tells them. “But from talking with Miko, it seems the most likely spot for them to take him would be to Lord Colerain’s estate. And Miko says the best way would be in through the sewer entrance that he and James used earlier.”
“But…” Jorry starts to object.
“It’s a very narrow passage, in which James had almost become stuck when he went through it,” he says. “I don’t think either you or Uther will be able to squeeze through.”
“You won’t be able to either,” Uther states.
“I know, but Scar and Shorty should be able to,” he tells him. “That’s why I need them. You can come in with Delia, a day or so behind us. If we’re done fast, we’ll pick you up on our way back.”
“Shorty! Scar!” Delia calls out to them. “You’re going with them.” To Illan he says, “Don’t get them killed.”
“Do my best,” he says. “Miko here says there’s an inn there called the Flying Swan. If we haven’t met up on the road before you get to Bearn, meet us there.”
“The Flying Swan,” she says. “We’ll be there, could take us two days, though.”
“Understood,” he says. Looking back, he sees Uther and Jorry now with the caravan, their faces hanging low with sullen expressions. Shorty and Stig are now behind him, happy to be doing other things than riding along with a dull caravan.
“Let’s go,” he tells his men. Nudging the sides of his horse, he gets him moving quickly down the road to Bearn. A short distance later the road forks and they follow the one that continues along the Kelewan River toward Bearn.
They continue riding hard the rest of the day and when it gets close to sundown, they see a small town ahead on the road. It’s just one of the many clusters of buildings they’ve passed through, usually consisting of not much more than an inn or a store for the occasional traveler.
This one boasts of not only an inn, but a horse trader. A corral with a dozen horses sits near a large building with a sign of a large bird in flight. “We’ll stop here for a bite to eat and rest the horses,” Illan announces.
Miko understands the necessity of stopping, but he’s anxious to find James. “Don’t worry lad,” Illan tells him when he sees the worried look on his face. “I don’t plan to be here long.”
“I hope not,” Miko replies.
Inside they find a dining room and take a long table, large enough to accommodate them all. After they order and are waiting for their food, Miko is gazing out the window at the horses in the corral and suddenly cries out, “That’s Jiron’s horse!”
“What?” exclaims Illan. “Where?”
Pointing out the window, he says, “Out there in the corral.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” he states with conviction.
To Shorty he says, “You stay here and wait for the food.” Standing up, he adds, “The rest of you come with me.”
On the way out, he asks the serving girl who he could see about the horses in the corral outside. She tells him her father, Terrol, should be out there in the adjacent stable. He thanks her and they all leave the inn and head over to the stable.
They find a man currying a horse in the first stall. He looks up when they approach and asks, “Can I help you?”
“Are you Terrol, the horse trader?” asks Illan.
Nodding his head, he says, “Yes, as well as the innkeeper.”
“We’d like to know wher
e you got that horse?” he asks, pointing to where Jiron’s stands in the corral outside.
“Why?” he asks, realizing something’s not quite right.
“It belonged to a friend of ours and I was wondering how you came to be in possession of it?” he asks.
“Not more than an hour ago,” he explains, “these men came riding up and wanted to exchange their horses for three of mine. I could tell they’d been riding hard from the haggard look of their mounts. We haggled a moment and they gave me a good price for mine, then they were off. Why?”
“Did one look sick?” asks Miko.
“As a matter of fact,” he replies, “one didn’t look all that good. The other two had to help him off his horse and onto the other. Is there some kind of problem?”
Illan pauses a moment and then says, “No, just curious is all.”
With relief evident upon his face, Terrol says, “That’s good.”
Illan turns around and they head back to the inn. Once seated back around the table, he says, “They have fresh horses, we’ll never catch them now.”
“Why don’t we get fresh ones too?” asks Miko.
“Don’t have enough money,” explains Illan. “Plus, he doesn’t have enough fresh ones for all of us, at least none I would want.”
“So what are we to do?” he asks.
“Follow as best we can,” he says. “We should only be a few hours behind them by the time we get there.” When the food finally comes, he says, “Eat fast, I want to be on the road in ten minutes. We’re riding straight through with only brief stops.”
The meal of roast fowl and tubers is filling and they’re soon back on the road. Night finds them still hours away from Bearn. They ask the occasional traveler heading north about the riders ahead. Some remember seeing them, while others do not. From what the ones who’ve seen them say, they’re steadily falling behind. Where they’ve had to have more frequent rest breaks for their tired horses the others can continue on with their fresh ones.
When the lights of Bearn begin to appear in the distance, they all breathe a sigh of relief. Tired, though not nearly as bad as their horses, they find an inn outside the walls.
“I thought we were going to be staying at the Flying Swan?” asks Miko.
Illan glances at him as he dismounts from his horse, “I’ve been thinking the last hour that if we’re still here by tomorrow night, we’ve got serious problems. We need to get James and leave town fast.”
Miko looks at the inn and it brings to mind another inn that James had adamantly refused to stay at because it was filthy. There’re few windows and the one fellow who comes stumbling out from the front door stank to high heaven.
“You sure about this place?” he asks Illan.
“I’m not planning on sleeping here, if that’s what’s worrying you,” he says to him. Lowering his voice, he continues as the others move closer to hear, “I just want a place where the horses can rest and be outside the gates. When we get James, there’s a possibility we’ll have the guards after us and I don’t want the horses inside the walls if they should shut the gates.”
Shorty nods his head and says, “Good idea.”
“Now, you all just wait here and I’ll be back in a moment,” he tells them before walking to the door.
They stand there by the horses as he enters through the front door. “Think we’ll get him out?” Fifer asks.
“If we have surprise on our side, then it’s a good possibility,” Scar says. Then to Miko he asks, “You’ll be able to find the entrance to Lord Colerain’s estate?”
“I think so,” he says. “I remember exactly where we entered the sewers the last time. If we start there, I should have no problem.”
“Good,” grunts Scar.
Just then, the front door opens and Illan comes out. “Let’s take the horses around back to the stables,” he announces. “I arranged for two days, which should give us ample time to get James.”
Taking the horses to the stables, Miko is surprised to find they’re in better condition than the inn. Suppose the horses are more important than the guests themselves.
Finding stalls for each, Illan then tips the stableboy a silver to give them extra care and some feed. The boy begins filling feed pouches with grain as they leave the stable. Illan sees an unused lantern hanging on a peg and asks the boy if he can borrow it.
“My master would be most displeased if he were to find it missing,” he replies.
Reaching into his pouch, he pulls out two silvers and hands them to the boy. “If we don’t return, buy a new one,” he says.
Snatching the coins, the boy nods his head and resumes feeding the horses.
Illan checks the lantern and finds it has a wick and can hear oil in the base when he shakes it. Turning back to the others, he looks to Miko and says, “Lead on.”
Miko nods his head and moves out of the stables and toward the street the inn borders on.
Once out of the inn’s courtyard, Miko takes the lead as he passes through the familiar streets. They don’t seem quite as imposing as they once did, back before James came along. Smiling, he wonders what that gang would do now if they found him. Would they even recognize him?
At the gate, they’re questioned briefly by the guards before being allowed to pass through. Miko sees the spot where he first met James that day he arrived. What stroke of fortune had made James pick him out of all those boys who were clamoring for his attention? Despite all that’s happened to him, he’s glad that he did.
Working through the streets they make it back to the dead end alley the boys had chased them into. The door where James had held them at bay is broken off its hinges and lies inside on the floor.
They can smell the sewers as they pass through the room to the smaller one in the back. The trapdoor covering the entrance is closed and before Miko opens it, he pauses. “There’s a gang down there that doesn’t take too kindly to intruders,” he warns. “If they should discover us down there, it could get bad.”
“Then we’ll just have to be careful,” Scar says.
“Don’t worry,” Shorty tells him, “we’re probably more than they’ve ever encountered down there before.”
“I hope so,” Miko says as he bends over and pulls up the trapdoor. The smell from below hits them like a wall. Moving to the entrance, he begins to make his way down the rungs into the sewer below. Illan follows him next and finally Scar brings up the rear, closing the trapdoor after him.
Snik! Snik!
Miko sees sparks as Illan uses a flint stone to light the lantern. A glow begins to fill the tunnel as the wick catches fire. A shutter on the lamp allows him to adjust the amount of light it emits. He closes it until only a small amount escapes so as not to announce their presence to whoever may be down here.
“Which way?” he asks Miko.
“Follow me,” Miko says as he takes the lead and moves down the sewer tunnel.
Chapter Six
Miko’s able to remember the way fairly well, the light from Illan’s lantern giving out just enough light for them to be able to see their way. He continues leading them through the sewers of Bearn until he comes to a spot where he pauses a moment.
“What?” asks Illan as he comes up to him.
“I may have gotten turned around,” he admits.
“Why do you say that?” he asks.
Gesturing to the area of the sewer they’re in, he replies, “There should be a body here blocking the flow, but there isn’t.”
“Maybe it was pushed further along during a storm, or was removed,” he offers.
“Maybe,” says Miko. “If you’re right, then it isn’t far.” He continues on and sure enough, they come across a decomposing body lying up against the side of the tunnel. He glances at Illan and says, “I guess you were right.”
A little further down, they arrive at a small passage leading off to the right and he continues past. Several feet beyond that they hear him sigh with relief when a crack in the wall appe
ars in the light ahead, the one leading to the hidden rooms under Lord Colerain’s estate. Stopping in front of the opening, Miko whispers, “This is it.”
“You sure?” asks Fifer.
“Completely,” replies Miko. “Though I remember it as being bigger.”
“You’ve grown some since then,” states Scar.
Getting a grim expression on his face, he says, “Yeah, I guess I have.”
Illan comes forward and shines the lantern’s light into the crack, “How far back does it go?”
“About four or five feet then it opens up onto a small storage room,” he tells him. “At least that’s what James thought it was. It hadn’t been used in a very long time.”
“Alright,” he announces. “Shorty, you go in first and take a look around.”
“Right,” he says as he moves to the crack in the wall. Squeezing through, he finds he has plenty of room. From the sewer he can hear Scar comment with a laugh, “No way Potbelly could’ve fit through there!” The picture of Potbelly trying to squeeze through brings a grin to his face.
Sidestepping, he slowly reaches the other side and comes out of the other end. “I’m through!” he hollers back.
Illan hands Miko the lantern and says, “You next.”
“But what about you?” he asks. “Won’t you need it?”
“You’ll need it more,” he tells him. “Besides, I may be able to make it through.”
Miko looks at him doubtfully before stepping into the crack. He’s able to make it on through with little problems despite his increased size. Next goes Fifer then Scar who has the hardest time making it through. Both have to remove the upper half of their armor in order to make it.
When they’re all through to the other room but Illan, he says, “Alright, I’m coming through.” Removing his breastplate, he tries to squeeze into the crack and quickly discovers there’s no way he’ll be able to make it, even without his armor. “You guys will have to go ahead without me,” he says when he once again stands in the sewer tunnel. “I’ll meet you back at the inn where we left the horses.”
“What should we do if we don’t find you there?” Scar asks.
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