‘Samuel,’ Master Glim began as they were resting at a point where the road crossed a shallow, rocky stream. ‘What will you do once you have your revenge on Master Ash?’
‘What do you mean?’ Samuel returned, emptying stones from his boots.
‘I mean, what will you do? You seem to be so focused on killing the man; I don’t know what you will do with yourself once your goal has been met.’
‘I guess I will rest,’ Samuel finally replied.
Master Glim raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘And then?’
‘I don’t know,’ Samuel admitted.
‘I agree,’ Lomar called out from atop a rock. He was some distance away, but had obviously been listening. There was a splash as one of Orrell’s men slipped over and fell into the ankle-deep waters. The man cursed as he tugged off a boot and began to pour the water out and Captain Orrell looked towards him with dissatisfaction. ‘You should not set yourself so entirely on such a grim task. What will you do with yourself once you are done—or should you fail?
‘I won’t fail,’ Samuel stated adamantly. ‘Fate has set our courses to collide and every piece of my being still cries out for his death. I won’t fail.’
Lomar shrugged and continued looking up towards the hills.
‘Do you think Rimus will make a good Archmage?’ Samuel asked and Lomar dropped lightly from his perch and came beside them where they were squatting atop the many smooth stones.
‘Despite his flaws, High Lord Rimus is a decent choice,’ Lomar stated. ‘I won’t say he is a saint, however, for he suffers from many of the same failings as most Turians—no offence to you, Master Glim.’
‘None taken,’ the aging teacher replied. ‘I am only too well aware of the nature of my country folk.’
‘It’s just a pity that Grand Master Anthem could not take the role,’ Samuel said. ‘I mean, he is the strongest magician after all and I’m sure he would do a better job than Rimus.’
‘Actually,’ Master Glim revealed, ‘there was much discussion along those very lines, but I’m afraid now is just not a good time to put a Garten in such a position. The Grand Master is quite respected, but with the Empress being an Outlander herself, we all agreed that a Turian should fill the shoes of Archmage. If not, the people of Cintar may begin to think a coup has secretly taken place. Rimus is highly revered by the city folk and his inauguration will serve to calm their fears.’
‘I suppose you are right,’ Samuel admitted.
Lomar clapped his hands together loudly—one of the unusual mannerisms he was known to do—and stood up, noting the approach of the two Erics from along the stream. They had heard there was a waterfall a short distance away and had gone to investigate. As usual, Eric was laughing wildly while Goodfellow looked calm and quiet beside him.
‘You should see all the caves up there!’ Eric called. ‘It’s amazing!’
‘Samuel, do you think you will take up Anthem’s offer to study the Argum Stone?’ Master Glim asked, ignoring the excited hoots from Eric.
Samuel thought a moment. ‘Perhaps one day, but after this—after I have seen Ash’s corpse laid at my feet—I think I will feel like a long rest. I’ve had enough of such things. I would rather be out of the city for a time—especially given that High Lord Rimus will be Archmage. I really don’t think he likes me very much.’
Master Glim laughed. ‘Don’t worry, Samuel. While Grand Master Anthem is still at hand, you have nothing to fear. He will keep you under his wing. I’m sure you won’t let something trivial as Turian arrogance get the better of you. It would be a shame to see all your potential go to waste. I had my doubts, but I think the decision to appoint Rimus will turn out for the best. He’s been nothing but helpful these last few days—all the Council have.’
‘Well it’s good to hear that the Magicians’ Council is finally agreeing on something. I keep forgetting—you are on the Council now. Should I be calling you My Lord from this point on?
‘Sorry to disappoint you, Samuel, but my place is with the students. I will give up my position on the Council as soon as someone else can be found, so there’s no need to change what you call me. I have no time for those pompous asses. No offence, My Lord Lomar,’ he added, making an exaggerated and grandiose flourish with his hand, all in good jest.
Samuel looked to Lomar with pleasant surprise.
‘Yes, Samuel,’ Lomar admitted. ‘I think I will be keeping my place on the Council.’
‘I’m happy for you, Lomar,’ Samuel declared. ‘But don’t you think you will find the confines of the city stifling? And what about all those dreary meetings? How will you put up with all that?’
‘Things may be turning out for the best, but someone still needs to keep an eye on the Council. Also, my poor old body cannot be on the road forever. I have to admit I’m not as young as I used to be. My hair is giving me the hint.’ He pointed to the flecks of grey just starting to make themselves known at the edges of his thick, black hair.
‘Mount up!’ came a distant call from one of Orrell’s men, interrupting them.
Samuel groaned and rubbed his sore behind. ‘I hope I get used to all this riding again.’
They had been camping outside of Hammenton for a whole day and still there was no sign of the other company or the second group of magicians. The townsfolk knew nothing of them and the scouts returned with the same news. Captain Orrell gathered the magicians around him as his men settled in for the night.
‘I don’t know where Garret’s company is,’ he said, ‘but they’re not here and they haven’t been here any time recently.’ Lomar and Master Glim nodded. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say that they’ve become lost. They should have come through the woods to the north, but there’s no sign of them. We can either wait longer and hope they arrive soon, or go on alone.’
‘What of the keep?’ Master Glim asked.
‘It’s only a short distance from here, built atop one of the stony hills. It could provide the occupants with some protection, but my men are experts at overcoming such fortifications. My men are few, but they are well-trained. Even without Garret’s company, we should be able to overcome any reasonable amount of resistance. However, my scouts say that they could be expecting us. The gates are already drawn firmly closed, which strikes me as unusual. You usually only shut the gates in times of disorder—to keep people out.’
Master Glim nodded. ‘Do you know how many are inside?’
‘High Lord Rimus said to expect only a handful of magicians and perhaps a dozen or so mercenaries. Nothing leads me to believe any different—yet.’
‘What if there are more?’ Lomar asked.
‘We can handle them,’ Orrell stated factually. ‘My squad are better trained than any mercenaries and are experts at dealing with magicians—distract them, or come at them from two sides, then cut their throats or fill them with arrows. Most mages can only deal with one thing at a time and are easily bewildered in battle—no offence to you good lords, of course.’
Master Glim nodded, somewhat unhappily, but he gave the captain a steadfast reply. ‘None taken.’
‘I’m not really one for battles,’ Goodfellow said nervously. ‘I didn’t think this would be so troublesome. I even thought it could be fun, but nothing really seems to be going to plan.’
‘Killing is never fun, Magician,’ Orrell said sternly in reply. ‘Thinking like that will get you killed.’ And Goodfellow looked embarrassed with himself. ‘Anyway,’ Orrell continued, ‘if it does turn out that the place is brimming with men, we simply won’t proceed. I’m not going to get us into anything over our heads. My scouts will let us know as soon as they find anything.’
‘This is all turning into a mess!’ Master Glim exclaimed unhappily, but Captain Orrell was unfazed.
‘Events in the field rarely choose to follow our plans,’ he explained. ‘What matters is that we are in control of the situation, so there is no need to get agitated just yet. We will only continue on when we so choose.’
‘Sir!’ a man said, pushing his way out of the dark shrubs to Orrell’s side.
‘What is it, Valiant?’ Orrell asked.
‘There’s something going on.’
‘What is it?’
‘Fighting within the keep, Captain.’
‘Oh?’ Orrell said with interest. ‘Garret’s men?’
‘We cannot tell, Captain. There’s obviously a commotion going on inside. We cannot see what’s happening, but it seems to be a bloodbath, Sir.’
‘How can you tell?’ Master Glim asked the man.
‘There’s a lot of screaming,’ Valiant replied. ‘More than I’d expect from a straightforward melee. Sent a chill down my spine. Sounds like they are tearing each other to pieces.’
Orrell pondered the report. ‘Let’s take a closer look.’
It was only a short way through the dark woods. They crossed a gully and a small rise before the keep became visible on the next hill, shaded grey in the moonlight. Four sheer walls surrounded what could only be called a tiny town. Two scouts were waiting at the edge of the trees as they approached. Captain Orrell’s Royal Guards sat silently behind.
‘Report,’ Orrell told his scouts.
‘Nothing for a time, Captain,’ one began. ‘Then the same as before—more screams and shouts. Someone even butchered the horses by the sound of it. The main gate opened a while ago, but no one came out. It’s been silent since then. We haven’t moved any closer to take a look. To be honest, Captain, none of us wanted to get any closer until the magicians came to take a look.’
‘I feel magic,’ Master Glim stated and Samuel could see that he was right. Many spells had been cast recently, of almost every nature. The lingering glow of magic was still glimmering just above the walls.
‘I think we should wait until daylight,’ Orrell reflected. ‘Whatever just happened here seems to be over. Our mission may have been done for us by the sound of things. Just in case, I’d rather not walk into a trap. We’ll take a look after sunup.’
They all agreed and made their way back to the camp. Scouts remained at the site to relay any news, but Samuel slept soundly until he was roused by the sun in his eyes and the smells of cooking.
‘Get up, sleepy head,’ Eric called, poking his head into Samuel’s tent. ‘Breakfast is ready.’
Samuel yawned. ‘Any news? Are we going to the keep?’
Eric bobbed his shoulders. ‘Someone went in at first light and said the place is empty.’
‘They went without us?’
‘It was one of Orrell’s scouts. I think that after a few hours of waiting, they forgot their fears and boredom got the better of them. At least now we know it’s not a trap.’
Samuel struggled out of the tent and stood beside Eric. His back had lumps in it from sleeping on the hard ground. ‘Nothing there? Where did they all go?’
‘No one knows,’ Eric said. ‘They didn’t leave, but they’re not there. Captain Orrell wants us to take a look after breakfast.’
Samuel’s stomach grumbled and he strode over to one of the campfires. The other magicians were already eating their fill of stewed rabbit, which the soldiers had caught and prepared for them. They also had grilled some sort of pheasant and were picking at the bones when Captain Orrell came striding back into camp.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked of the group and they nodded and stood, quickly wiping their chins. ‘Good, let’s go.’
The keep stood quietly on the hill. A few ribbons of smoke rose slowly from within its depths, but otherwise it was deathly still.
‘Any movement?’ Orrell asked of his scouts.
‘No, Captain. No one has left, no one has approached. No signs of anything at all.’
Orrell nodded and then stepped boldly from the cover of the woods and started up the rise. Samuel looked to Master Glim and they both started after the man. Orrell’s men then filed out from the trees and followed them, hands readied on their weapons. When they had climbed the barren slope around the keep and faced its yawning gates, Orrell signalled to his men.
‘Stay here,’ he told the magicians while the soldiers hurried past them through the solid entry way.
The mages, Keller and Tailor came up beside them, looking nervous. Samuel felt a shiver himself. The whole situation was eerie.
A handful of Orrell’s men lingered a short distance away, surveying the empty hillsides with uneasy eyes.
‘What do you feel?’ Lomar asked of the group.
‘Nothing,’ Master Glim replied and the others shook their heads in agreement.
Samuel could still see a slight trace of the spells from the previous night, but there was no new magic in the air.
‘Come in,’ Orrell’s voice called from inside.
Master Glim led the way, pulling his cloak tighter around him. Despite the clear sky and sunshine, there was a chill in the air.
Inside, they found a large courtyard, around a central stone well and surrounded by blockish buildings all constructed of roughly-hewn stone. Orrell was waiting beside the well, talking with some of his men. The others were searching elsewhere within the keep. It was a tightly enclosed space, but could probably house thirty or forty men at a pinch. There was room for only the most necessary of facilities: a kitchen, dormitories, a small washhouse and the like. It was probably first built as a lookout station, meant for keeping watch over the valleys around.
One side of the courtyard appeared to be where the animals were kept, with a small roof and a rail for securing horses against the wall. Saddlery and feed lay beside, but there were no animals to be seen.
‘See what you can find here,’ Orrell told them. ‘My men are searching the buildings, so wait for them to give the all-clear before you start wandering around. There’s some blood over there.’ He pointed to the stable area. ‘Perhaps you can tell me something so I know what the hell has happened here.’
The magicians went over as a group, milling about with their dark robes hung about them. It was a dull and cloudy day—deathly quiet. Samuel felt a trickle of sweat run down his brow.
Lomar squatted by the dark stain that marked the hay.
‘Is it a man’s?’ Master Glim asked.
‘I don’t know,’ Lomar shrugged, touching the stuff and smelling his fingers. ‘It’s not from a mage. It could be horse blood.’
‘What could have happened to them?’ Keller asked, looking at the others, but no one replied.
Goodfellow was looking thoughtful, as usual, peering up at the keep walls. Narrow platforms were positioned shortly below the top, so that defenders could stand and protect themselves with bow and arrow. Wooden ladders led up to them. One was broken, lying at the base of the wall in haphazard pieces.
Something caught Lomar’s eye and he stood and inspected the horse-rail. ‘Look at this.’
He touched a strip of leather that had been pulled tight around the rail. It was a rein, snapped, as if the animal had panicked and broken its tethering. They all looked to each other in puzzlement.
‘This does not seem to be a normal occurrence,’ Tailor said. ‘This whole place, I mean. Something frightful has happened here.’ Yesterday, Samuel would never have thought the man could have looked so fearful.
‘Anything?’ Captain Orrell called over.
‘No magic,’ Lomar called back. ‘But something strange.’
‘I’ve seen it,’ Orrell returned. ‘There are plenty of strange things here. There’s a few horse teeth on the ground over there, as well—freshly knocked from the gums.’
They went back over to Orrell and stood in a group with him and a few of his men.
‘Do you have any ideas?’ Master Glim asked him.
Orrell shook his head. ‘It’s still a mystery. I can only surmise that somehow, someone came in here and slaughtered everyone and everything and then dragged all their corpses away without us seeing—or else someone went to great expense to make it look that way. There
’s nothing living left in this keep—no men, no horses, no pigs, no chickens—nothing. There are blood stains here and there, but not enough for the men who were supposed to be waiting here. I just don’t know who could have done this and slipped out without us seeing.’ Captain Orrell then turned to Samuel. ‘It looks like someone’s taken care of your revenge for you, Magician.’
‘I hope not,’ Samuel returned darkly. ‘I was looking forward to it.’
Samuel was somewhat surprised that the captain knew of his vendetta. Did the Royal Guard have information on everything they did?
‘What about the well?’ Goodfellow suggested. ‘Could someone have used it as a route, travelling along to another opening?’
Orrell nodded. ‘It’s possible. Someone is already fetching me some lanterns and then I’ll send a man down to take a look. It’s conceivable that assassins came up through the well—assuming it leads somewhere—and for some reason I cannot fathom, dragged all the animals and bodies out the same way.’ He eyed the size of the well. ‘With considerable difficulty.’
‘Secret passages, perhaps?’ Eric suggested.
‘I’m looking into it. Can any of you use your magic to look for passages or tunnels or the like?’
Tailor nodded. ‘We can do it.’
‘I’ll start over there,’ Keller added and they began their spells at once.
‘Samuel,’ Master Glim began. ‘Can you and Goodfellow scan the back of the keep? We’ll search inside the buildings.’
Samuel nodded. He was about to leave when a soldier came running over. It was the man called Valiant. He began whispering to Orrell.
Finally, Orrell turned to the magicians. ‘They’ve found someone—a magician.’
They hurried past various groups of Orrell’s men, each dragging out stoves and smashing at cupboards, looking for passages. They were taken to a building at the very rear of the keep and into a room that appeared to have been a study at one time. Desks, chairs and papers were strewn across the floor as if a struggle had recently taken place.
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