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Alaric Swifthand
Steve Lazarowitz
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Author Bio
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Book One
Chapter One
If you have never been there, it is hard to conceive of the city that is Modron. Like many great cities, it is an unlikely mixture of elements. Here the lowliest beggar may be seen standing only yards away from the mightiest warrior. A young waif in a torn tunic might stop to converse with a finely garbed craftsman. At any time, an unlikely personage (such as a great mage or powerful noble) might traverse a street that has not seen the like for many decades.
In addition to the people, the architecture of such a city is just as varied, due to the number of cultures that add to its structure and the number of years such work takes. Toward the center of Modron is a section built of old stone that should have long since turned to ruin. The architects of the area had vanished ages ago and their origin, or indeed any hint of information about them, has been long lost to history.
Many legends and tales begin on the streets of Modron. My story is just another. I was born Alaric Mason, but over the course of time, acquired the name Swifthand. I am still amazed at the implication of the label, for I can never see it when I look at myself in the mirror.
I was born in Modron. My father was a tailor, my mother a seamstress. My parents were wonderful people, but their existence was not one with which I could identify. The very concept of spending the rest of my life pulling a needle through cloth was abhorrent to me. Hence I did everything I could think of to avoid following in my father’s footsteps.
I stayed out late. I drank. I pursued women. I started keeping company with a rougher crowd. Many of my older friends were already being considered for guard duty on the walls, while the younger, including myself, spent most of our time practicing with wooden swords, the only kind we could afford.
My tongue was somewhat sharper than my weapon, which was a pity for I was far from the greatest of warriors. Consequently, I was constantly forced to defend my brash attitude. I received more than one trouncing at the hands of far larger opponents. Once I realized I was unlikely to grow much larger, I started working on my speed. I practiced constantly, building upon my already impressive agility. This soon became my most obvious asset, though I was not a weak man by anyone’s standard.
By the time I was seventeen, I had weaseled my way into the town guard. Unlike the larger, less intelligent members of our group, I was not offered a position on the wall. Instead, amidst much jealousy, I was selected to train for the palace guard.
By then my ferocious reputation kept the jackals at bay. Though there was much griping, I suffered no assaults over the matter. Or perhaps I was saved by the fact I finally had a metal sword.
I worked hard and learned rapidly. I found I preferred shorter blades with which I could duck inside an opponent’s guard more easily. I learned to fight as if I were dancing, though I don’t know where I picked up the style. It was effective nonetheless.
Within a short time I was one of them, working too many hours each day for not quite enough to live on, but it didn’t matter. I was happy for the work. For a time, everything went smoothly. Then Theona entered my life.
I will never forget the day I first became aware of her. She was talking with another young lady, blue eyes sparkling at some intimate jest. She threw back her head, long blonde hair painting a slow arc in the air above her, giggling as girls do. Her dress was pastel blue, long and finer than anything found in my father’s shop. It was her lust for life that first drew me to her, but there was more to Theona. Much more.
I’m not certain at what point she noticed me watching, but from then on, she kept turning her gaze in my direction as if to verify I was still interested. She tried to be casual, but I could see she was intrigued by the opportunity to spend time with a guard. It didn’t matter that I was wasn’t much older than her. I was something new and exciting.
Many times after, I tried to imagine what I might have looked like to her that day. Still seventeen, if only barely, hair blonde like hers, but of a darker shade and not quite as long. I cursed the fact I hadn’t trimmed my beard in a couple of weeks. As I’ve already mentioned, I’m not a large man, but Theona was comfortably smaller, the way I like my women. Of course I was wearing my guard’s outfit, a suit of brown leather armor that was probably older than I. Fortunately my gruff appearance didn’t put her off.
Whenever she was at the palace, which seemed to occur with increasing frequency, she always made certain I knew she was there. After a while, our surreptitious glances became deep scrutiny. Finally, we conspired to meet.
To be honest, I don’t remember much of that encounter. I was awestruck by her wit and charm. She was entertained by my rough manner, a thing to which she was not often subjected.
She was young and pretty. Perhaps when she was older, she would be beautiful. She
was everything I thought I could want in a woman. There was only one problem. She was the daughter of a noble and thus our rendezvous had to be in secret.
It was only a matter of time before we were discovered. Let me at this time say, though we saw each other when we could arrange it, I had always treated her honorably. Our romantic relationship was never consummated. The fact made little difference to her father.
I will never forget the day I was called before Count Herlic, the man in charge of palace discipline. A small man, with thinning brown hair, small brown eyes, a small nose, thin lips and a voice like a bassoon. He looked me up and down, trying to keep the smile from his face. Whether he was amused at the thought of my punishment or my relationship with a competitor’s daughter is still not clear to me.
I had often passed this room while going about my duties and it was well appointed indeed. Tapestries on the walls, a hand-woven rug on the floor, golden candlesticks on the desk and me and my nicely aged armor in the midst of it all. Standing there, waiting to hear the Count’s decision, I found the rich trappings more than a little intimidating.
The Count had a way with words or at least got them at a good discount. The lecture I received that day rivaled a full sermon for sternness and length. I pretended to pay rapt attention, but my mind could only consider what was to come after.
At length, he wound down and delivered his sentence. I will never forget his words as long as I live. “Tomorrow at dawn, you are to accompany the King’s tax collector to the City of Broken Swords, protect him from harm and deliver him safely back to the palace. Until those taxes are paid in full, you are not to return to Modron.”
And there it was. I was to be sent to the roughest frontier town they could find, a place that hadn’t offered tribute to the King in time out of mind, and collect taxes. It was common knowledge the Broken Swords was part of The Southern Realm in name only. I wondered who the tax collector had angered to receive such a sentence. If I failed, I would be forever barred from my home. Worse yet, I would never see Theona again.
Theona. What was I to do? That I loved her with all my heart might be an understatement. I would have to find some way to see her before I left. And Count Herlic was certainly not going to make that easy.
I betrayed no inkling of my plans. Instead, I bowed my head and looked intimidated, a task that didn’t require much deception. When finally I was dismissed, I was escorted to the barracks under guard. Apparently I was to be watched until after my journey began. And so went my chances of seeing Theona.
The rest of the day, I did little but sit and reflect on my future. Suddenly, being a tailor didn’t seem half bad. As the day wore on, I found I could stand it no longer. I simply had to find a way to see Theona, one last time.
I studied the two men who had been sent to watch me. Not really men. Boys. One dark haired, one fair. Probably a couple of years younger than me as well. They hadn’t even been given armor. I could take them, if need be. But should I? And then I thought again of the noble’s daughter and realized I had no choice.
Being a guard myself, I knew as soon as they convinced themselves I wasn’t going away, pretty much after the first hour, they’d relax a bit. Start talking to each other. It was only natural. I waited until they were thus involved, before I leapt into action.
I had been disarmed, of course, but still had my speed. I tripped one, while pulling the other’s short blade from its scabbard. I didn’t want to kill them, nor was it necessary. I knocked the prone one out with the sword’s pommel, then pointed the blade at the second, who now conveniently had no weapon to oppose me. I made him bind his friend. Just as he finished, I knocked him out as well. I kept the blade and ran. Escaping the palace unseen was somewhat easier that it looked. After all, a guard’s job is to keep intruders out, not in.
As I ran through the streets, drawing more than an occasional stare, I started to wonder what I would say when I reached her. Would I bid her farewell? Would I ask her to come with me? If I did, would she be willing to trade her life of luxury for the uncertain future of a fugitive? What would I do now, in any case?
I knew I had to decide soon. I was rapidly approaching her father’s residence.
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Chapter Two
Baron Kelrak’s domicile was more akin to a mansion than a house and the grounds upon which it stood were vast indeed. I had passed the high walls surrounding it many times, but never before had I ventured within. I was risking everything, but Theona was worth it.
It was not difficult for me to scale the wall, though a less agile person could not have made it. I thanked the gods I’d kept in shape. From atop my perch, I scanned the area before lowering myself to the ground. I moved as quickly as I could without making noise. As I approached the house proper, I wondered how I was going to find Theona’s rooms. A wrong guess would cost me.
I circled the mansion, looking for external clues. That it was made from stone clearly illustrated the Baron’s wealth, for the nearest quarry was not close. Hedges and flower beds surrounded the three story structure, creating several lovely pathways and more than enough cover to make it easy to remain hidden.
Two of the upstairs rooms had curtains that would befit a noble’s daughter; brightly colored wisps of silk. One of them was next to a drainage pipe that ran down from the roof. At least it would be an easy climb.
As I began my assent, I noticed several sharp clicking noises—no doubt some industrious gardener busy trimming a nearby hedge. I froze. Only when I had determined the sound was coming from around the side of the house, did I continue. I pulled myself up the pipe, knees scraping against stone, but there was nothing to be done about it. I ignored the discomfit and continued.
A short time later, I gained the ledge, though the term might be somewhat generous for so slight a protrusion. Though I trusted my balance, discovery at this point would be more than a little dangerous. I slid my feet slowly along, using what handholds I could find, until I came to the window which, fortunately, was wide open. I stuck my head in and looked around. Theona sat on the bed, writing. I envied her the talent. Perhaps one day, I would learn it.
I climbed through quickly, making so little noise she didn’t look up until I stood before her. She almost gasped, but caught herself. I didn’t doubt a lady in waiting sat just beyond the door.
“Alaric, what are you doing here?” she whispered.
“I have come to ask you to leave with me.”
For a few moments she looked puzzled, as if she did not understand the question. At last she spoke. “Leave with you? To where?”
I shrugged. “What difference, as long as we’re together? There’s a whole world out there, waiting to be explored.”
She studied me for a time and I began to grow fearful. I had allowed myself to believe she would assent immediately. None of my thoughts on the matter prepared me for what was to come next.
“Have you lost your mind? Do you think I would give up all this,” she gestured expansively here, “for life with a criminal? For a commoner with no title? I admit our meetings were fun, but certainly you realize they were just fantasy.”
I tried unsuccessfully to keep the emotion from my face, but if anything, her tirade became even more intense.
“You must have the largest ego in the Kingdom, Sir, if you ever really thought you were that important to me.” She laughed. “In fact, you’re lucky I don’t cry out and have you arrested.”
I stood there, stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. Worse yet, the words did nothing to change my feelings for her. Perhaps I believed that somehow, if I could find the right argument, I could change her mind. Then I looked at her face and knew she was telling me the truth. I had been misled or mistaken. Determined not to give her the last word, I spoke as I backed toward the window.
“Forgive me. I had not realized how low the nobly born could sink.”
With those words, I climbed out, feeling for the protrusion with my toe. Once
I found it, I continued, sliding along the lip toward the pipe. I did not descend immediately. Instead I paused there, trying to understand how I could have allowed myself to be so misled.
It was a precarious place to reassess my life, but appropriate perhaps because of it. A single slip and it would be over. At any moment, a guard might pass below and spot me. Still, I did not move.
As I hung there, three stories up, I began to grow angry. How could I have come to this, over a girl that didn’t even care for me? I wanted to hurt her, though I knew it would be a mistake to do so. For long minutes, I battled with the issue of revenge. I imagine all young men must face that challenge sooner or later. I will never know how the debate ended, for it was interrupted by the sound of voices.
My first reaction almost propelled me backwards off the ledge, but I held tightly and took a moment to regain my composure. This high up, I could afford no slips. As I waited, I realized I was in no immediate danger. The voices were coming from Theona’s room. I strained my ears, but could not make out the actual words. Slowly, I made my way back to her window, ignoring my body’s protests. I could not stay up here for much longer.
The first voice I was able to make out was that of Alicia, Theona’s handmaid, who was more of a friend to Theona than a servant. As I listened, I was finally able to make out what she was saying.
“It must have been very hard for you. Are you certain you did the right thing?
Theona’s voice was ragged, as if she’d been crying. “How can one ever know? Damn it, Alicia, what would you have done? I had no choice.”
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