Nicholas Raven and the Wizards' Web (The Complete Epic Fantasy)
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He found Ramsey in the midst of conversation with a group of men keeping warm by a fire. A few soldiers still slept in nearby tents, but many were waking with the change of the guard, unable to find restful sleep. Ramsey handed Eucádus a cup of hot cider and a beef biscuit, inviting him to join the discussion. The two of them would be leading one of the armies south with Captain Silas.
“Some of the men were wondering where we might expect to encounter Drogin’s troops,” Ramsey said. He warmed his hands over the flames as wisps of fog evaporated in the gush of heat.
“And will King Justin get here in time to aid us?” a voice asked among the crowd.
Eucádus heard the apprehension in that voice which matched the uncertainty reflected in many of the soldiers’ faces. He wished he had the right words to bolster their spirits and calm any lingering fears, but commanding an army was a new experience for him. Though he and others in the Clearings had prepared for this moment for years, now that it was upon him, he wondered if he could live up to others’ expectations.
“I will not pretend that I know fully what to expect in combat, nor can I foresee the time of King Justin’s arrival,” he said in a calm, steady voice. “But after meeting and talking with so many of you these last few days, I’m confident that we can face and defeat any challenge Drogin sends our way. We fight for freedom, both for your people in Rhiál and for my countrymen in the Northern Mountains. And because we know this cause is just, and because we know this fight was brought to us by tyrants, we shall seize unwavering strength from that knowledge to use in battle against even the most determined foe.” Eucádus scanned the brave faces gathered around him. “I believe such strength is inside each and every one of you gathered on this field, and it will allow our forces to hold their ground when the time comes. And mark my words–when the enemy senses your resolve, they will realize only too late that we fight from a position of power and with a sense of honor that they will never experience nor understand. So in the end, they will never defeat us. It will be you who shall stand atop the hill of victory when the day is finally done, and all of Laparia will know of your triumph.”
In the still of a gray morning shrouded in mist, the small group of men gathered around the crackling fire spoke not a word after Eucádus had finished, as if the faint echo of his words still lingering in their minds was too precious to dispel with a boisterous cheer or some clumsy remarks. Several men gathered around the other bonfires nearby also looked on, having heard his stirring address. By their appreciative expressions, Eucádus guessed he had found the right words to provide them at least a bit of hope and courage to face the long march ahead. He gently slapped Ramsey on the shoulder as he walked past, disappearing through the fog to seek out a moment of solitude as the men whispered among themselves.
Eucádus stopped at several other fires over the next hour to speak with more soldiers as the sun climbed above the lake behind a veil of iron gray clouds. But as the early morning wore on and the landscape grew lighter, the fog began to burn off, revealing the faded greens and browns of a dying autumn landscape. All across the south and west fields near King Basil’s estate, the gathered troops were acutely aware that the march to the great battle was about to begin. On a strengthening breeze, tiny patches of blue peeked out from the cloud masses above. The billowing fog upon Lake LaShear and blanketing the adjacent lands began to disperse like a frosty breath in wintertime air.
When most first heard the chorus of voices rippling across the field, they assumed that the gathered companies were eager to begin their marches north and south as this had been a moment long waited for. But when a forest of tall ship masts was suddenly revealed upon the lake in the fading mist, each one boldly flying the flag of Maranac, a temporary, leaden hush gripped the gathered armies. And to the south upon a distant ridge and across the grassy field before it, a horde of stony faces awaited silent and still, thousands upon thousands of the enemy clearly revealed as the last wisps of fog were swept away by the awakening breeze or melted in the morning light. It was as if King Drogin’s vast army had sprung up from the ground during the night like a field of mushrooms after a pounding rain. Upon cooling lake waters and across the hardened land, the opposition had arrived at King Basil’s doorstep. The enemy was prepared to end this bitter conflict and reabsorb the kingdom of Rhiál, whether by force or by surrender, into its turbulent dominion beyond the distant shore.
END OF PART FOUR
NICHOLAS RAVEN
AND THE
WIZARDS’ WEB
VOLUME 2
CHAPTERS 40 - 85
THOMAS J. PRESTOPNIK
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Nicholas Raven and the Wizards’ Web
Nicholas Raven, a young gristmill accountant, just wanted a little adventure in his life. But he gets more than he bargained for when tumultuous winds of the past sweep him away on a journey he’ll never forget.
Invisible webs are being spun over the lands of Laparia; webs of war, deceit, revenge and manipulation, all by two corrupt wizards with different objectives. When Nicholas becomes an inconvenience to their plans which pass by his very doorstep, he finds himself unwittingly ensnared in their vindictive schemes.
After being accused of crimes he didn’t commit, Nicholas reluctantly flees home. But whether by chance or fate, his personal problems collide with the turbulent state of affairs around him, and he soon finds himself on a journey to the far corners of Laparia.
Against a backdrop of war, kidnapping, mistaken identity and newfound love, Nicholas becomes embroiled in a rescue mission along the shores of a sprawling sea, takes part in a quest to reforge a magic key that could tip the balance of power in a growing war, and is ultimately drawn into the center of the tangled web of intrigue that has plagued his life from the very start.
For every reader in search
of an exciting adventure.
I hope you find one
inside these pages.
CONTENTS
MAPS
PART FIVE
BATTLE ON THE HOME FRONT
Chapter 40
The Gathering
Chapter 41
Words of Warning
Chapter 42
The Arrival
Chapter 43
Breakfast with the Enemy
Chapter 44
Dark Discussions
Chapter 45
Bell, Fire and Horses
Chapter 46
A Wizard’s Revenge
Chapter 47
A Shift in Power
PART SIX
SEARCH AND RESCUE
Chapter 48
The Road West
Chapter 49
Cashua Forest
Chapter 50
Some Friendly Assistance
Chapter 51
The Guide
Chapter 52
Trees and Footsteps
Chapter 53
On Gray Hawk Mountain
Chapter 54
To the Shores of Wolf Lake
Chapter 55
The Wizard Frist
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nbsp; Chapter 56
Metal and Fire
Chapter 57
Unfinished Business
Chapter 58
A New Recruit
Chapter 59
A Seaside Chat
Chapter 60
The Bretic and the Hara Nor
Chapter 61
A Change of Command
Chapter 62
On Karg Island
Chapter 63
Friends and Foes
PART SEVEN
A CLASH OF ARMIES
Chapter 64
A Brief Parley
Chapter 65
A Clash of Swords
Chapter 66
The Second Wave
Chapter 67
Lamentations for the Departed
Chapter 68
The Lines of Succession
Chapter 69
The Many Roads Home
Chapter 70
On the Eve of Vast Possibilities
Chapter 71
Fire and Stone
Chapter 72
A Pair of Kings
Chapter 73
Key Developments
Chapter 74
The Second Army
Chapter 75
vin Éska
Chapter 76
The Chase
Chapter 77
The Long Road to Spring
PART EIGHT
LOOSE THREADS
Chapter 78
An Invitation to Dinner
Chapter 79
Setting the Table
Chapter 80
Beside Murky Waters
Chapter 81
The Confession
Chapter 82
The Last Step
Chapter 83
Some Much Needed Rest
Chapter 84
Growing Suspicions
Chapter 85
An Uneasy Truce
MAPS
Map One
The Lands of Laparia
Map Two
The Kingdom of Arrondale
Map Three
The County of Litchfield
Map Four
The Village of Kanesbury
Each map follows twice.
First as a two-page spread, and then on a single page.
NICHOLAS RAVEN
AND THE
WIZARDS’ WEB
VOLUME 2
~ CHAPTERS 40 - 85 ~
PART FIVE
BATTLE ON THE HOME FRONT
CHAPTER 40
The Gathering
A patchwork of gray clouds plastered the sky shortly after midnight. It was the next to last day of Mid Autumn. The glow of the veiled Bear Moon, still a few days from full as it dipped in the west, added an eerie sheen to the chilled Kanesbury landscape. In the dim light, Dooley Kramer tried to find the correct key to unlock the main storage building of Ned Adams’ gristmill. The rattling key ring echoed loudly in the dead silence.
“Why didn’t you select the right key before you left your house?” Zachary Farnsworth muttered. He stood with his back against the building, emitting a weary sigh.
“Be thankful that I have the keys,” Dooley replied. “How about a bit more light?”
“No! Not until we’re inside. Someone might spot us.”
“There isn’t a soul awake in the entire village,” he whispered. “Besides, who’d see us here by the river?”
“I want no mistakes with this meeting,” Farnsworth softly spoke, his ghostly breath rising. “We’ve given Caldurian enough reasons to question our usefulness. Let’s not add another to the list by announcing our presence here.”
“I suppose.” Dooley exhaled sharply as he fumbled with the keys. “I’ll be glad when this night is over. First it was facing Adelaide and him at the swamps earlier, and now this. When will it all end so I can get my due?”
“Soon,” Farnsworth said, eyeing him in the shadows.
“I hope so,” he replied distractedly. “I can’t wait–ah, here we go! Door opened.”
“About time. Get inside. The others should be here soon.”
They entered in darkness. Only after making their way to a windowless area did they dare light any oil lamps. The storage room was partially filled with flour sacks intended for the local market. Dooley had already delivered the final out-of-town shipments for the year. He sat on a small crate and folded his arms, nervously awaiting the start of the meeting as Farnsworth paced about. Dooley had purposely avoided most of their meetings with the wizard, but today it couldn’t be helped. Matters were moving on several fronts and information needed to be shared. And though he was only a small cog in a great machine, he would have to make his own report to earn his promised compensation. A part of him wished he had simply given Farnsworth the key to the Spirit Box years ago and severed all ties with the man–or had never stolen the dreadful object in the first place–but he realized it was too late to turn back now.
“So we don’t mention the swamp?” Dooley asked after a prolonged silence.
Farnsworth, who had been thinking in a corner of the room, turned and bolted toward him. “No! A thousand times no! Do we even need to discuss that anymore? Caldurian is never to know anything about it. He doesn’t like loose ends, and our two guests there are just that. When the wizard departs Kanesbury, we’ll find a permanent solution.” He shook his head, wishing he had left Dooley on the swamp island as well. “Speak as little as you must tonight. Who knows if we’ll be given any last assignments before Caldurian leaves us to enjoy the village. But we’re close now. Let’s not panic.”
“All right,” he replied, cloaking himself with a thin veneer of confidence. “I can get through this.” His heart beat rapidly and his breathing felt constricted.
Shortly after, when he heard the shuffle of feet outside, he knew he had no choice in the matter. The meeting was about to begin. Dooley Kramer envisioned a long and tortuous night ahead.
Everyone arrived within the half hour. Dooley guided them inside the storage room as Farnsworth greeted each visitor in the dull light. Caldurian took a seat on a chair Dooley had brought in from Ned’s office. Also present were Madeline and Mune who each sat on a low pile of flour sacks. A fourth arrival stood silently in the corner shadows, his arms folded, carefully observing the goings-on. Farnsworth stood at attention between Dooley and Mune, directly across from the wizard.
“Not the most luxurious accommodations, but they will suffice for our purposes,” Caldurian said, straightening the folds of his black cloak.
“They are secure and out of the way,” Farnsworth replied, not certain if the wizard’s dark eyes were showing disappointment.
“This will do fine,” he continued. “It’s good to have all of us here at one time. It’s rare that our schedules allow it. We’ll discuss Vellan’s business before my own as that is the main reason for this gathering. Mune, you may as well start the proceedings. Bring us up to date on what’s happened.”
“Certainly,” he said, uncomfortably eyeing Farnsworth and Dooley. “Everything?”
The wizard nodded. “Yes, Mune. There can be no secrets among us now. We’re too far into this to limit information.”
“Very well,” he said, caressing his goatee. “I had met with Madeline at the Plum Orchard Inn over a month ago. She told me about the war council, the information compliments of her old friend in the Citadel kitchen, Dell Hawks. I sent the specifics to you through Gavin.” Suddenly there was the fluttering of wings above in the darkness. Mune looked up in the shadowy rafters, spotting a pair of black eyes reflecting the light of the oil lamps. “Oh, there you are. I thought you were going to be a no-show.”
“Not on your life, Mr. Mune,” the crow sharply replied.
Mune addressed the wizard. “Did you make use of that bit of intelligence?”
“Yes,” he said, glancing at Dooley. “We were able to get a pair of ears and eyes into the war council, but we’ll discuss that later. Continue.”
“All ri
ght,” Mune replied. “But there is another piece of news that I didn’t send along with Gavin, only because Madeline and I were unsure of the outcome.”