by Ronald Long
“The other day I was looking through my journals to remember some of the adventures we had as we traded goods from the two very different lands. We were a days good sailing from the coast of Irradan when I heard a voice in the cargo hold. Not just a voice, but crying, whimpering. I went to investigate and low and behold, in a barrel, bond and gagged was a young boy, no more than ten. He was handsome, but pretty banged up. It seemed he had been thrown in the ship and had been treated as we had all the other barrels of spices and goods from that distant country.
“I took him out and tried to bandage him the best I could. He took to me rather fondly, perhaps like a father. I also made sure to save him from the glances of the more unsavory characters we took with us. Adventure sometimes calls the sick and twisted along with the goods hearted.
“In the month that we were at sea, he barely talked at all, though when he did it was with the respect and pose of a knight's page or the most skilled magician’s apprentice. He was no commoner! He refused to be bathed like a child and only washed himself in privacy.
“He told me that he had not come willingly on the boat and of course that much was sure. He had been kidnapped in the hopes that his father would pay a royal sum for his return. His captors, unfortunately, then learned that his father had been killed the very night he had been stolen by them! Figuring that without his father he was worth much less, they bound him, gagged him, and put him in a barrel to ship him off to his death and have their names be cleared. He never got a good look at his kidnappers. Thank the stars they didn’t sell him into the market to be used like a rag doll. As I said, he was handsome for his young age and would have fetched a fair price. I assume they weren’t the smartest bunch.
“The boy seemed determined to find his father’s murderers and avenge him. I tried to talk him out of it. Perhaps he could sail with me and be my new adopted son! He would have nothing of it. It seemed his heart was consumed with the thought of revenge. He begged me to practice sword skill with him. He was already quite talented and by the end of the trip he could best every man on the ship with ease. Not many threw him unwelcome glances after they had been defeated by him in a duel. Though they may have held a grudge for being beaten by one so young.
“After we made it to Ruyn I offered to set him up with a decent paying job at a metalworker’s workshop that I was familiar with, but when the time came for us to meet the head blacksmith, the young boy was gone. Vanished. I tried asking about his whereabouts but no one seemed to know what had happened to him. It seemed the idea of working for a blacksmith was not what he had in mind. I can only hope he’s well. It’s been twenty long winters since that fateful voyage and I ran into the merchant’s son. I wonder whatever became of him? Eric Silverwind, the boy I found in a barrel."
After his story was completed, the bread eaten, and the single candle that had in fact lit the messy and cluttered house was extinguished, three of the four occupants of the house went to sleep.
Ealrin, as he lay his head down on what may have been a couch for sitting before it had become a library shelf for three dozen books, thought of Soltack’s story and wondered: How much control does one have other their fate? And how much is decided by chance? A little boy being kidnapped and nearly killed, then fleeing any care he may have received. Was fate to blame for his family's death? Was he in charge of his life’s goal to avenge his murdered father now?
And what of Ealrin? Was it fate that brought him to Good Harbor? Did fate cause a man to steal a locket?
As he eyed Holve, who was sitting at the table keeping watch in the night, he wondered what decisions he had yet to make that would be his own, and which would happen to him by chance? And he wondered, if just for a moment, what that comet in the sky meant also.
Chapter 8:
Thief Tracking
The morning sun had not yet spread it's light on the house when Roland shook Ealrin awake.
"You snore my friend. Quite impressively so." Roland moved to gather the rest of his belongings, a pack he had grabbed before running out of the Rusty Hook, as well as his assortment of weapons. After finishing stowing everything into his pack or his harness he turned to Ealrin again. "We'd best get a move on before we lose track of our man's trail."
Ealrin tried to rise quickly, but his body protested at every move of every joint. He was still not completely well and his soreness was trying to remind him of that fact. Stubbornness would not slow allow him to give up so quickly and he soon found himself outside of the house, smelling the morning air.
Holve was standing outside, surveying the hills, the forest, and the mountain range as Roland and Ealrin came up behind him. He handed Ealrin a piece of bread and a cup of water.
"Breakfast. Best be light if we are to keep a good pace today."
Ealrin ate quickly and before he was quite awake or ready, they were on the move.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired to notice, but Ealrin’s bones and muscles didn’t seem to scream in protest as much this morning. It could have been the coolness of the spring air also, but his ribs didn’t seem to bother him as they had yesterday. He knew it had nothing to do with the stacks of books he slept on last night as his back was letting him know that his mattress had been uneven leather bound volumes.
As Holve and Roland jogged silently beside him, Ealrin began to think out loud the thoughts that had kept him from wanting to stop the pursuit last night.
“Suppose the thief has had ample time to escape? Or has found some hiding place that will take us weeks to discover?”
Roland answered him, “Ealrin, I’ve known Holve here far longer than I’d care to admit for it would betray my winters. If there is a man who can escape his keen sense of tracking, then he is no man but a demon or a lesser god!”
Well then. Roland obviously thought much about Holve’s abilities, but would he truly be able to find a man who had a full night’s time to run and hide, and perhaps even dispose of his treasure in order to claim innocence?
Ealrin kept these thoughts to himself. He supposed that he would just have to see how able of a tracker his new friend truly was.
***
When they reached the Lonely Pass, the light of the morning had just begun to pierce through the darkness. Ealrin’s eyes had adjusted to the dim light around him and he could see in front of him the path that lead through the forest.
Presently, Holve was bent on one knee, investing a particularly interesting patch of dirt. Or so it seemed to Ealrin. After a moment or two of study, Holve stood up and declared,
“He’s definitely gone through the pass. Perhaps to hide in Everstand or the caves on the northern side of the mountains.”
“We’ll know soon enough,” said Roland.
And the three men began to jog through the shaded pass, a dirt trail flanked by trees and mountains. The trees were tall and provided excEalrint cover from the sky. With ease their mighty branches covered the path so that if a rain had come over the pass, one could be well sheltered from it for an afternoon at least. The trees stood thick as well. It was impossible to see further than a stone’s throw into the dense brush. Ealrin assumed that at some point the rocky mountain rose out of the forest, but the only evidence of this was that mountain that rose above the forest from the outside. Now that they were in the pass, there was no way to tell that a mountain stood on both right and left.
Ealrin thought that any place along this path would have been an excellent place to hide for a thief. But he also could understand the reasoning for not going through the pass last night. Should the thief have wanted, he could have waited in ambush for his pursuers. Being so outnumbered, he could never hope to face them alone. However, the forest would have given anyone an advantage to either losing someone following you or ambushing a potential attacker. Even considering this, Ealrin became uneasy about their pursuit through the woods.
Yet Holve and Roland blazed on, neither speaking much. Both had the expression of determination on their faces. They were hunt
ing someone who had wronged a friend and were not going to let a their escape without being brought to justice. He was glad to have such men beside him now, but he still wondered.
What if he was a thief who had stole away on a boat? Or perhaps stole a coat of a man named Ealrin Belouve and now was parading as him? Could the loss of his memory have affected his character in some way?
He felt that now he desired to do rightly and find a thief to repay the kindness shown to him. Would he have done so before the ship wreck that left him without a past?
Again, his thoughts were interrupted when Holve stopped abruptly. He held out a hand to signal that Ealrin and Holve should stop as well. Holve sniffed the air as if trying to pick up a scent. He sniffed the air deeply.
Ealrin breathed deeply through his nose as well. He smelled the pollen of the trees, the flowers that were coming in bloom in the early spring. He smelled the morning breeze the was moving through the pass. The dirt that was packed down on the path invaded his nostrils and even a bit of animal that may be close by wondering why these intruders were so close to its home.
Ealrin smelled nothing that would tell him a thief lurked nearby.
“He stopped here last night.” Holve said in the stillness.
And the stillness is what grabbed Ealrin. Though they were in a forest, which should have had any number of wildlife in it, was almost completely silent. No songbird made it’s cry heard. No animal scampered in the underbrush. It was completely still.
Holve moved slowly over to a tree that was just a few steps off the path. He knelt down to examine the grass as well as the trunk of the old tree. He felt the ground with one hand, smoothly touching the grass with his fingertips.
“He’s not far ahead. He overslept.”
And with that the three were on the move again.
How could a man sense the presence of another just by observing the ground where his body lay? Nothing about that particular patch of brush and grass seemed to tell Ealrin anything other than that the forest was alive there. To Holve, however, it seemed to speak wonders.
And so the chase continued.
***
The three soon came to the end of Lonely Pass. Indeed it had been lonely. Though they had traveled for the entire morning through the forest and trod their feet on every length of the path, they had not encountered another living thing. No animal had crossed their path and no person had walked on the road going the opposite direction. From what Ealrin could tell, there were no others coming up behind on the road either.
What caused this path to be so lightly traveled, Ealrin wondered.
As they broke free of the canopy of trees, the three found themselves looking down a path that continued on to the sea. The windy road made its way down hills and over the plains, finally coming to end at what Ealrin though may have once been a mighty city.
What lay there now was the ruins of many buildings and in the center, a tower that seemed to be standing by a sheer act of defiance, if nothing else. They walls of the city stood only in places. There were breaches that exposed the ruins within in several areas. This city had not given in to the never-ending fight of time and erosion.
This city had fallen in a time of war.
Roland walked forward from the three a bit, staring at the ruins, then turned to face Ealrin.
“Welcome, to the proud ruins of Everstand and The Tower of Pallum."
Chapter 9:
Everstand
Everstand. The arrogance and irony of the name was not lost on Ealrin. Certainly whoever had built this city had been certain it could withstand any attack. That it would stand the test of any army that came against it and prevail for ages after. And why shouldn’t it have? The mountains from which its rock came from stood close by and would provide a near limitless supply of materials to repair and continually add to the city.
Even now Ealrin could see that a road had once existed that was flat and would have made transporting the stones easy. The city was built upon a cliff that overlooked the sea. It would have been easily defensible, for its massive wall only needed to protect its eastern side. All other parts of the city stood on the cliff, which Ealrin saw would have been nearly impossible to scale without being mercilessly attacked from above.
The lands before them seemed fertile and good. The land was green with the new spring and Ealrin guessed that crops would have easily grown and been able to sustain a city of its size. In fact it seemed like the land was abundant and could have provided stores of food and supplies should the mighty city come under a siege.
And yet the city had fallen.
And the three approach the ruins, which Holve believed now housed their thief, Ealrin was lost in thought about how the walled and stoned city would have fallen. The Tower of Pallum stood tall, but the battle that had brought down the city had left its mark on the staggering tower. Ealrin guessed it stood taller than any tree they had passed in the forest, though it was blackened and charred by a fire that had also consumed a large portion of the city. Parts of the stones were cracked in areas and in some parts of the tower there appeared large holes, not cause by any storm or natural causes, Ealrin knew.
“What calamity happened here to cause such a city to fall?” asked Ealrin after they had passed through what was once a mighty entrance into Everstand.
The huge metal gates that would have served as a strong deterrent to any invaded had fallen to the side, mangled in a heap. The wood of the mighty doors that would have been the more decorative, and yet quite sturdy, barrier to the city lay fallen and charred. In some places there were massive holes where a catapults’ rock may have smashed it to splinters.
It was Holve who answered Ealrin’s question. Roland’s eyes were constantly surveying the path on which they walked, looking for the signs of any recent passings of a man they still hunted.
“Everstand was a mighty city, once. The stories about it say that it was a bustling trade center for the Southern Republic. It heralded merchants from Redact, Irradan, and even as far as the Holy Empire itself. It was a beacon of light, a wonderful place of ideas being shared and the bounty of the land blessing those who came to visit.
“And then the goblins came.”
At this Holve’s face went dark. His furrowed brow deepened and his eyes became narrow. Ealrin tried to place what that face meant. He guessed at the only thing he could think of. It was the face of one who had seen great death. One who had known a great tragedy.
“Everstand was built to resist attack. Its founders knew that the goblin lands were close to its borders. But the Southern Republic at that time had expanded even into the Goblin Maw. The city was not the last fortified city between The Elders of the Republic and the green beasts. But the goblins had united under a new leader. A shaman who had learned of the deeper mysteries of the rimstone and its power. It was said that he was in control of a demon host, a mystic artifact that was possessed by a legion of demons who desired destruction and death.
“By the tens of thousands the goblins came through the Maw. Their numbers were vastly underestimated by the Republic. They had hidden in the mountains, breeding like insects in the darkness. Under their new leader they attacked. The expeditions into the Maw were wiped out in less than a month. Having stolen the boats and vessels that had once brought explorers and merchants, they added to their fleet of goblin made craft and came across the waters of the Forean Sea.
“With numbers like they had, it made no difference how thick or how high the walls had been built. From the Great Tower they watched the goblins sail towards them. They sent word as quickly as they could to the Elders, but to no avail.
"The ships that came to aid the city found only bodies, both goblin and man alike. It seemed that after the great city had fallen the goblins turned on themselves, made with hate and a lust for violence from the demon host. Even their great leader could do little to quell the rage of his army. They destroyed themselves on the island after having destroyed every person they could. The o
nly reason Good Harbor stands today was due to the Lonely Pass. Men were able to cause an avalanche large enough to block the goblin advance. With no one left to kill, they turned on themselves. For some reason they didn’t get in their boats and sail for the mainland. I’ve never been one to understand the goblin mind. It seemed all they wanted was death on this island and men’s presence wiped from their lands.”
Holve’s tale ended with his teeth gritted in anger, as if he had actually been there to witness the slaughter. Ealrin could tell that his friend had no compassion for the grey ones. Those who face the horde of grey hardly ever do.
The three had walked through the city streets while listening to Holve’s tale of its destruction. Ealrin saw at every turn some efforts to clean the city, but not to restore it. Goblin weapons lay is charred piles. Metal had rusted and pieces of wood that had not completely burned were rotted from exposure. There were no bodies lining the streets now, as Ealrin supposed there must have been when the siege had actually taken place. Holve would later explain that the army that had come to offer aid had indeed helped. A mass grave lay less than a stone’s throw from the city walls. Humans, elves, and dwarves were buried with dignity. The goblins were piled and burned.
As the three came close to the tower, Ealrin peered into the door of a house that had once must have been a beautiful building that could have held several families in its walls. He walked up the path to the door that was still on its hinges despite the damage time and the battle had done.
The dagger that planted itself into the wood of the door sailed so close to his head that he had felt the very air split as the thud resounded throughout the house.
For all their searching, instead of the trio finding the thief it seems he had found them.
Chapter 10:
Justice