Wayward

by Ronald Long

  Without giving it anymore thought, due to the prodding of the dwarves up front and the goading of the elves behind, Ealrin collected his few things and began marching alongside Holve and Teresa again.

  By afternoon they would see the sun.

  ***

  The stream that began in the cavern where they rested continued on throughout the tunnel they walked in. Perhaps at one time it had filled this tunnel with water and formed it out. That may also have been why the dwarves left the tunnel unused. Knowing nothing about tunnels or caves or rivers and not wanting to frighten Teresa anymore than she already was, Ealrin decided to bring up a different topic.

  One he was still curious about.

  The ground was damper here, possibly due to the presence of the underground stream. There were times when they marched alongside it on rocky paths covered in some type of slimy plant that could thrive in such an environment. Other times the stream widened and they were forced to march through it, soaking their boots and even marching as deep as their knees in the cold water.

  As they marched through the brown tunnels of rock and earth, ducking under rock formations and listening to the constant babble of the underwater stream as well as the talking of the hundreds of people who walked with them, his mind still raced. Ealrin voiced his question to Holve.

  "What are we going to do about Cory?" he asked his friend, who despite his obvious pain and tiredness, seemed determined not to stop marching as he had yesterday but to doggedly trudge through the cave.

  "Nothing, Ealrin. Cory has chosen his own path. Fate will deal with him now," was the answer he gave back. He walked in front of Ealrin due to the slimness of their current tunnel and so his face was hidden. What emotion was playing over it right now? Was there any?

  "I think fate has little to do with justice," Ealrin said back, hoping to illicit some type of response more than what he got already.

  Holve did indeed look back as he kept walking, shin deep in the stream.

  "You think so?"

  Ealrin was about to push for more, getting a little upset that Holve had nothing to say on the matter, but was soon surprised by what his friend had to say.

  "It's true that I've seen good people go to jail or worse for crimes they were falsely accused of. I've seen criminals and murderers live out their lives without ever having to face trial for their crimes or see the faces of those who were most affected by their evil. I've seen kings push their countries to war for little more than a stone's throw of territory and cause thousands to march to their deaths, win the battle, and then sign over that same land later to another country just because it would benefit them more."

  He paused as he walked. He seemed to consider several different ways to say what was to come out of his mouth next. The bubbling of the stream, the splashing of hundreds of feet through water and the murmur of those around him filled Ealrin's ears for a moment before he began to speak again.

  "The difference between a good man and an evil one is how at peace with themselves they are. There's a reason a thief sleeps with a knife. His rest is never rest. He's tortured by his deeds. He may try to convince himself that he's done nothing wrong, but his heart knows better. The one who does good may not get ahead, but he'll be at peace with himself."

  Again Holve looked back at Ealrin. It wasn't anger that filled his face, like Tory had the day before. Instead there was something else there. Was it sadness?

  "Fate will deal with Cory. It may not be today, but later we'll know the extent of harm he's done himself."

  Ealrin had no words to say back to Holve. He simply nodded and continued onward, thinking on what Holve had said. Would time really be the true teller of the consequences Cory's decision to abandon his people, kill his friends, and betray his king? Ealrin didn't quite feel like that was sufficient.

  "If fate leaves out justice, my swords will not," Teresa said from behind Ealrin as they marched on.

  Neither, apparently, did Teresa.

  ***

  After marching for what seemed like days through dwarven rune lit tunnels, admiring large caverns, and even once being forced down to hands and knees through the underground stream to fit through a very tiny opening, Ealrin could see a trace of sunlight of the head.

  The warm air was markedly different than the cool dampness that he had been breathing all morning. He took a deep breath of the summer breeze that was blowing into the tunnel and sighed.

  "I think I agree with the elves," Ealrin said as he took a second deep breath of the warmer air. "I prefer the sky over my head rather than rocks."

  "Then don't just stand here breathing in the breeze," Teresa said she shoved Ellen aside in an effort to get out of the cave as quickly as possible.

  Ellen smiled at hold. He knew Teresa had endured the march this morning through gritted teeth and a lot of a warrior's determination. The promise of sunshine was all that had kept her from losing her grip and giving into her fear of this cave.

  As everyone pushed forward towards the entrance of the cave, they began to bottleneck at the opening. Apparently they weren't quite ready for everyone to leave the cave for some reason. Ealrin could see Teresa making a concentrated effort to leave, pushing her way past several men of Thoran and stepping around several dwarves.

  Ealrin put aside what he normally thought a princess would be like: prim and proper, dainty and ladylike. Teresa was a different type of princess.

  Holve sat down, winded after a long morning of marching without rest. He breathed heavily and wiped perspiration from his brow.

  "Not sure why we've stopped when we're so close to the exit," Ealrin said out loud, more to himself than to Holve. He was really looking forward to seeing the sun and figuring out where they actually had walked to. He couldn't picture in his mind the map of Ruyn Holve tried to describe to him. He was better at seeing with his own eyes.

  In no time at all, it seemed, Teresa had returned. She was no longer wearing a relieved look that promised sunshine, nor was she looking afraid of the cave either. Instead she wore the look of determination that creased her brow and made her eyes glow.

  Something was wrong.

  "Holve," Gorplin wants you up at the mouth of the cave. You may as well come too, Ealrin. Goblins."

  ***

  Ealrin, Gorplin, Holve, Teresa, and Lote all laid on their bellies as they looked out of the mouth of the cave. What looked like five hundred goblins had made camp just within a stone’s throw of where the survivors lay watching them. The sunlight filtered down from the tops of trees that covered the base of the mountain they had traveled under and stretched all the way to the edge of the ocean. Even from this distance, Ealrin could smell the sea. Gorplin and Holve estimated they were somewhere in-between Liaf and Loran on the southern coast of Thoran.

  The coast that was covered in goblins.

  Most had made some type of lean-to out of fallen branches and strips of raggedy cloth. Others had simply passed out underneath bushes and other shrubs. There was a lot of commotion going on in the camp however, and it wasn’t because a group of humans, elves, and dwarves were all within reach. It seemed that four to five fights had broken out between goblins and around each were fifty or so other egging them on.

  They insulted the fighters and encouraged those they had placed bets on. Even from here Ealrin could see pots that goblins kept chucking gold bits into. Every now and then one of the spectators got drug into the fighting. Whether it was for a particularly nasty insult or betting against a fighter who took it personally, the fights continued to grow and became even rowdier.

  Ealrin wondered how any goblin general could convince another goblin to do anything.

  These were the strangest beasts, he thought.

  “Bah. Nothing stopping us from ridding this forest of their ilk,” said Gorplin as he began to rise from his position of observing, using his battle hammer to push himself up.

  “Hold friend,” Holve said as he put a hand on Gorplin’s shoulder, urging him back down.
“I’m sure that with your courage and skill we could rid ourselves of these pests, but I’m more curious about what these goblins are doing here, on the eastern side of Ruyn. They would have either had to sail all around the Southern Republic unhindered or marched here without meeting any resistance. And I find it odd that they are positioned outside the very tunnel we traveled through.”

  Ealrin began to think on Holve’s words. It was odd that such a large group of goblins would end up here. It was almost as if…

  “Do you suppose they are not acting on their own whims?” Teresa asked Holve, finishing Ealrin’s thoughts for him. “But who would a goblin listen to? I’m surprised they listen to their own leaders.”

  It was true. The scene in front of Ealrin was chaos.

  “I’m unsure, Teresa. I wonder, if we may be able to get a closer look at them and find out a bit more about what they are doing here?”

  Holve turned his attention from Teresa to Lote. She nodded at Holve’s unasked question, understanding her role in this.

  Ealrin, though, had a thought.

  “I’m going with her, Holve,” he said, unsheathing his sword. “If things get crazy she’ll need a helping hand.”

  Holve looked at Lote, who shrugged as she drew her bow and notched an arrow into it.

  “Follow closely and keep quiet,” she said in response. Of course she would be able to get close enough to listen in on the dwarves. Such was the skill of her race. Whereas Ealrin would only be a hindrance. He was surprised she agreed to his suggestion.

  Holve chuckled softly and looked at Ealrin.

  “I’d do as your told,” he said. Then turning back to Teresa, he continued.

  “Look for the biggest one pushing everyone else around. He ought to be the leader, or at least know something about why they camped out here. If you need help, signal and we’ll be ready from the cave.”

  “I’m going too,” Teresa said as she drew her own two blades.

  “With hundreds of goblins out there, if you’re discovered you’ll need more than a bow and a blunt sword.”

  ***

  Fortunately the ruckus from the goblins fighting and their general loud stomping and crushing through the woods while trying to find food and pick on other goblins made sneaking around The edge of their camp quite easy.

  Ealrin knew that Lote could have tiptoed her way right through the middle of the goblin camp without being detected. Such was her skill as an elf. But Ealrin wanted to know and here for himself what the goblins were doing here. Plus, he had to admit, The risk and adventure of it allured him.

  Maybe in his life before being shipwrecked at Good Harbor he had been a little more reckless and he ought to be.

  The trees and undergrowth of the forest grew thickly here. Gorplin and Holve had guessed that they had emerged from the tunnel at the southern end of Thoran and therefore a road that connected the two cities of Liaf and Loran should be close by. If the king was going to march from one together he would have to use this road.

  Which could explain the presence of the goblins.

  ***

  The trio took special care to crouch below the bushes and undergrowth of the forest so as not to be easily spotted by the goblins. Ealrin was beginning to feel like this was an unnecessary precaution as any goblin who would want to pick a fight seemed to be preoccupied with the squabbles taking place deep in the camp.

  Other goblins for perhaps more lazy simply slept in their tents or out in the open ground. Wanted particular seem to be much more ornate decorated. Unlike the other tunes that were blankets thrown over branches, this one was actually constructed out of tent poles and had stating the colored yellow canvas stretched over them. What a cute to be a goblin banner hung outside of it. Three red stripes ran down a yellow background looking like something with claws had made the design.

  Several skulls hung from the ends of the banners as well as adorned the top of the tent pegs. The tent stood taller than Ealrin could reach, which must've seen huge to the shorter goblins.

  Around that tent stayed several goblins were taller and more muscular and all the other ones running around.

  Ellen tapped Lote's shoulder pointed to it. She nodded silently and gestured for him and Teresa to follow her so they could get closer to it.

  And so the three crept closer toward the tent while staying out of sight of any goblins who were close or could see them. They weaved in and out of other makeshift tents and lean twos and bushes before coming within a few steps of the tent.

  As they approached it one of the fights in the goblin camp took a more violent turn. Ealrin could see the head of a defeated goblin being lifted up into the air by his opponent. The goblin surrounding the victorious one began depressing on him. Some of the larger goblins outside the tent huffed and march toward the commotion. Weather to break it up or join the fight Ellen didn't know.

  Now they were right next to the tent and could distinctly hear voices inside of it. They pressed their ears against the canvas to better hear the conversation.

  What they heard next sent Ealrin’s mind racing.

  "…Androlion's original promise to you still stands. The goblins have done well, but you have yet to completely fulfill my masters wishes," set a voice that Ellen had heard before. A voice that reminded him of an inn and of Blume and of escaping Breyland on stolen horses.

  Verde. One of the Merc generals.

  "It's not my fault you were late. It's not my fault school crusher lost. He was dumb. Not strong enough. You promised goblins the mountains. You promised more shock rock," said the voice of a goblin. Ealrin could tell because of it's grunting and short sentences. He remembered how much he disliked the beasts. Not to mention that this one sounded mad.

  "You will keep your promise. Otherwise the goblins might forget their part."

  The three heard of scuffling inside and a choking noise. Then came the sound of Verde’s harsh words.

  "You filth will remember your place. Either bring us the head of the king or forget the bargain. Not only will you not inherit the mountains of Thoran, but you'll forfeit the desert of the land you call home as well."

  With that they heard a crash, which to Ealrin sounded like the unfortunate goblin Verde had just reprimanded had been thrown into a pile of wood. Or a table.

  The sound of several boots moving it once came to their ears along with the call from Verde, which sounded further away, suggesting he was leaving the other side of the tent.

  "The king marches from Liaf to Loran. See that he doesn't make it."

  There was the sound of moving fabric on the other side as well as calls of "Get out-of-the-way!" and "Move it!"

  Verde and some other soldiers were making their way out of the goblin camp.

  From inside the tent there came a grown and a disgruntled voice saying "Stupid humans. Bossing goblins around. We'll teach them. Stinkrunt'll show them all."

  While the sound of bits of wood being thrown to the side and the goblin scrambling to his feet came to Ealrin’s ears, with his eyes he looked to Teresa and Lote.

  Androlion was in league with the grey skinned beasts.

  ***

  “I’m not saying I don’t believe. I’m just saying it doesn’t make sense.”

  Holve was responded to the story Ealrin was relating back to him after they had successfully navigated back to the mouth of the cave. Well, mostly successfully. The goblin camp would be missing one nosey goblin tonight, but with the ruckus that was still going on, he probably wouldn’t be missed terribly.

  “Does it matter if they’re in league with the rat or not? We still can’t leave this cave until we’ve gotten rid of the vermin,” said Gorplin. Of those gathered around the mouth of the cave discussing their next steps after finding out this new bit of information, his opinion of what to do hadn’t changed.

  Fight the goblins.

  Ealrin was beginning to think there may not be any options. King Thoran was planning on marching this way. If his numbers hadn’t been af
fected by the march or the struggle with, who was is again? Grayscar? Then he should have no problem with this ragtag bunch of goblins.

  Ten thousand versus five hundred seemed laughable.

  But what in the world was shock rock?

  “What we still don’t know is if there are any more of them,” reminded Holve. He seemed convinced that for the goblins to think they could take on the King and his army they must either have been lied to grievously by Verde or have other goblin clans waiting in a part of the forest nearby or on ships out at sea.

  He seemed more cautious than Ealrin could remember in recent past.

  Lote hadn’t said much since coming back and reporting. She instead sat and stared up at the night sky without adding any commentary to the meeting.

  Teresa, on the other hand, was beginning to get irrigated with Holve and his cautious attitude.

  “If the king marches and there are more of them, than all the better for us to deal with the ones we see in front of us,” she said, raising her voice a little too loudly for Holve’s tastes.

  He shushed her with a hand.

  It seemed she was ready to march off fuming when Holve looked to Lote. She had signaled to the group quietly.

  Something was happening out in the goblin camp.

  Something that involved a whole lot of goblin's yelling.

  ***

  It didn't take long for the survivors in the cave to see what the fuss was all about.

  In the night sky through the forest trees, the sky began to turn a deep orange, though the morning light was not due for at least half of Gorplin's hour glass.

  All of the goblins were running away from the base of the mountain and towards the sea. Whether it was to escape the light or to get a better look, Ealrin couldn't tell.

  All he knew was that their escape was now possible as the forest had nearly cleared of the grey menace.

  It was time to leave.

  Looking back to the others he could tell they were thinking the same thing. Holve spoke to Gorplin first.

  "We'll fight goblins again another time my courageous friend. For now, let us find a king."

  Gorplin didn't argue, but he did look a bit downcast at losing the chance to bash some goblins with his hammer.