by Mark Tyson
“Ianthill? He is here at the inn. He and Gondrial are upstairs sleeping off too many ales,” Enowene stated.
“That’s not possible. I left him behind in Brookhaven. He wanted to tell the village that their young ones were safe in his care.”
“Gondrial!” Lady Shey yelped.
One by one, they sprinted up the stairs. When they topped the stairs, they could hear furniture moving around in the room ahead. Sanmir moved like a cat ahead of the women and tried to open the door. It was locked. With lightning skill, Sanmir produced a set of lock picks from seemingly nowhere and opened the lock as if it was not there. Gondrial was on his back on the floor, holding off a Drasmyd Duil as it tried to drip its acidic goo onto his face. Sanmir moved in a blur. Three daggers sailed through the air and pierced the black skin of the creature, almost in unison. The creature convulsed once and then collapsed. Gondrial threw it off him and leaped to his feet.
“I had it! I only needed a few more seconds.”
“Looked to me like it had you,” Sanmir said.
Lady Shey ran to Gondrial and threw her arms around him.
“I’m okay, Shey.”
Anger welled up on Enowene’s face. “We have to do something about this! These Drasmyd Duil have none of the tells of the old days. No stench, no character flaws, and no physical flaws. It is as if they are true copies. We need to be able to make them out.”
“It seems to me they have perfected their craft,” Shila observed.
“What’s all this fuss about?” Ianthill said from the doorway. He still appeared to be inebriated and slurred his words. He carried a washcloth in his hands. He looked at the creature on the floor. “Heh, look Gondrial, a dead Shadow Lurker.”
Sanmir drew his remaining daggers, and Ianthill looked startled. “Wait a moment, old friend, tell me what’s happening.”
“I left you in Brookhaven. You couldn’t have beaten me here.” He held the daggers in a position to stab.
Ianthill reached into his pocket. Sanmir lunged slightly, and Ianthill quickly produced a stone. “It’s a gift from Bren. It’s his personal Lora Daine. It can only take one person along and only for a short distance, but it can span Brookhaven to Basillain.” He turned the stone over with his fingers, dropped it, and then picked it up again. “Why do you think I was able to send Gondrial ahead?” He looked at the creature again. “Oh, you thought I was the Shadow Lurker.”
Lady Shey looked Gondrial over for wounds. “Are you all right?”
“I think so,” he replied. “I woke up to that thing in my face.” He pointed to the creature. “I didn’t think it took Ianthill’s form. I vaguely remember Ianthill stumbling out the door beforehand.”
“Whose form did it take then?” Enowene inquired.
Sanmir bent down for a closer look. “I don’t think it took the form of anyone we know.” He looked at Gondrial. “I believe it was here to assume the visage of Gondrial. It would have succeeded if we hadn’t become suspicious. We were wrong, but as it turns out, it was a lucky coincidence.”
“That is quite enough!” Enowene huffed. “I am sick and tired of being fooled by these foul creatures. Shey, you and I have some work to do. It’s time to find out how we can detect these things and keep our people safe.”
Lady Shey nodded. “I need to find us a place to work.”
Shila stepped up. “I am familiar with Basillain. I know of a place. I have a friend with a large, empty storeroom not far from here. She will let us take the creature there.”
“Excellent. Let’s get this thing out of here. Boys, can you lend us a hand?”
Gondrial, Sanmir, and Ianthill wrapped the creature in a sheet and prepared to carry it out.
“We will slip out the back,” Enowene said.
The party carefully exited down the back stairs and slipped out the back door. They had not taken more than three steps away from the inn when they stopped cold. Ahead, coming out of the darkness in numbers, were Dramyds, followed here and there by Drasmyd Duil.
Enowene grimaced. “Oh, for the love of hearth and home!”
Chapter 5: Secrets and Lies
Trendan knelt close to the ground, surveying the broken twigs and crushed prairie grass. “They have been this way, and fairly recently.”
“They?” Fayne asked.
“Two of them, one female and one male.”
“Are you certain it is her trail and not someone else’s?”
“Positive. I recognize her step. These are definitely the footsteps of Kimala. She is trying to hide them. See that tuft of grass?” He pointed to a small tuft of grass hastily thrown over one of the footprints. Fayne tried her best to look appreciative. She nodded her head, all the while trying to stifle a smile.
Trendan looked up at her face and took a breath. “But, I see you already know.” He straightened, and his face became ridged as stone.
“Oh, don’t get angry.”
“I’m not angry. I just wish you didn’t get such amusement from watching me track. I should just let you do it from now on.”
“Why not? I can track just as well.”
Trendan did not reply.
Fayne sniffed the air. “There is a peculiar smell in the air. Do you smell it?”
Trendan sniffed. “Aye, it is reminiscent of burnt cedar.”
“Do you think someone has a campfire nearby?”
“Perhaps, but it isn’t heavy in the air like a campfire would be, unless it is far upwind. We should get moving.” Trendan began surveying the land and trees for signs of smoke.
“That smell, I can’t quite place it,” Fayne repeated.
Trendan cut through some dense bushes. “Don’t worry yourself with it, Fayne, you will drive yourself mad. It could be a campfire or a chimney of a nearby homestead or farm.” He stopped and looked back when he realized Fayne was not following him. “Fayne?” He pushed back through the bushes.
When Trendan found Fayne, she appeared shocked. “We had better find a place to hide, preferably underground,” she said in a calm, even tone. “I remember that smell. A drake is near.”
“Underground? How do you suppose we do that? Are you sure it’s a drake?”
“No, I’m not sure, but do you want to take the chance? I know what I smell.”
“Good point.”
“I thought you might see it my way. We should hide at least until we can scout around the area.”
“There isn’t much cover out here. These trees are not dense enough. We might be able to get under a bush.” Trendan sniffed the air. “The scent is old—at least two days. I think we are safe.”
Fayne wrinkled her nose and sniffed gently. “You can tell how fresh the scent is?”
“Of course I can. You can’t?” He grinned.
Fayne shouldered her backpack with a grunt. “There are more dense trees to the south.”
“Aye, I see. I think it would be a good idea, as you suggested, to scout out the area around here first though,” Trendan said. “There is also a fresh stream nearby, making this a good spot to stop for the night. I am confident we are safe enough.”
“I will go scout the area before the daylight hours fade completely. I agree we should set up camp once I’m sure it’s safe.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is, but if it makes you feel more secure, go ahead and check. That drake, if it was a drake, is long gone now.” Trendan looked around nervously but was careful not to let it show to Fayne.
Fayne deposited her backpack on a nearby boulder and headed out into the woods.
After he had finished setting up camp, Trendan debated whether or not he should start a fire. He decided it would not be a particularly good idea before he realized that it had been quite a while since Fayne had gone out scouting. He took up his bow and quiver and headed out after her, tracking her footprints. After about an hour, he momentarily lost her trail as the underbrush got thicker. He also noticed that someone was trying to cover up her tracks. Did Fayne really think he would be fooled? Surely it
was not she who was trying to throw him off her trail. Concern crept up in his consciousness, and he quickened his pace. The darkness of night had fallen as he came upon a solitary camp nestled deep in the woods to the south. He could hear voices ahead, and he approached cautiously. Fayne surely wouldn’t have scouted this far south, he thought. As he slowly crawled up to the camp, he thought he heard Fayne talking to someone. He moved closer until he could see clearly that it was Fayne talking to Kimala. An unsettling feeling pervaded his senses as he moved closer. He hid in the underbrush flat on his belly. Although uncomfortable, he could move his head just enough to train his hearing on their conversation.
“Why have you not met with Vesperin?” he heard Kimala ask.
“It isn’t the right time for that.”
“Fayne, if you can’t do the job, then let me at least kill him. We can’t have him running around ruining all our hard work.”
“I realize that, Mother, but it’s delicate.”
Trendan’s mind raced. Kimala is Fayne’s mother. Fayne is in league with the enemy. She tricked him.
“How is it delicate? You seduce Vesperin and fulfill your destiny.” Kimala’s voice trailed off. “Unless . . .” Her brow dropped in an expression of disappointment. “Oh, Fayne, you haven’t fallen for the scout, have you?”
“I wouldn’t say fallen, exactly.”
“That’s it. You have to go back and kill him too. It’s for your own good.”
“Not everything can be solved at the tip of a sword, Mother. You have played this game far longer than I have. You know what’s at stake.”
“Aye, that’s why you kill him and save yourself the heartache.”
“I have lingered here too long already. Trendan is an accomplished scout. I doubt my hiding my trail will fool him for long. I don’t have time to debate with you. I will not kill Trendan or Vesperin.”
“You are far too careless with your feelings, girl. I doubt your sister will have the same problem.”
“My sister doesn’t even know who she is, much less our plans. You had best leave her out of this.”
“Why? She will find out in due time. I love both of you, Fayne, even if the circumstances will not allow me to show it.”
“Forget it; you know we can’t involve her, not yet. I better get back to Trendan. He will be missing me soon.”
“Aye, get back to your love and kill him now.”
“No, even if I am in love with Trendan, I will still marry Vesperin as I am destined to do. I will not kill Trendan. I have already told you!”
Kimala instinctively grabbed Fayne by the throat. “Do not presume . . .”
Fayne moved in a blur, reversing the hold, placing Kimala’s arm behind her back, and running her up against the nearest tree. “Or you will kill me too?”
“You love him. Trendan, I mean.”
“Aye, I love him. You are right, and I would kill him if I thought it was necessary, but it isn’t. How long do you have to play this game? When can we be a family?” Fayne let her mother go, and Kimala turned to face her as if nothing happened, which Trendan thought to be a bit strange.
“Oh, Fayne, my sweet girl, Enowene is wise, and she has everything in hand. The sooner we complete our tasks, the sooner she can carry out her plan. Then we can get to your sister and her father and be a family.”
“But what if Morgoran’s vision is wrong? Has any of his predictions come true?”
“Have faith, my child.” Kimala embraced Fayne.
Trendan slowly backed away from his vantage point and stealthily moved back toward the camp. He knew he would not have time to repack the camp. He would take only what he needed to ride north, back to Brightonhold. He had to find Dorenn as soon as possible. As he grabbed his bow and quiver, he remembered Dorenn would be crossing the straight to Seabrey by now if he wasn’t already on the road to Tyre. Vesperin would also be with him. There was no immediate danger. If he left now, Fayne would be suspicious, and she was a good enough tracker to follow him. If he stayed, maybe he could serve Vesperin and Dorenn better by discovering what Fayne and Kimala had planned. He put back his bow and quiver and proceeded to work on building a fire. They mentioned Enowene. Could she be a betrayer? he thought.
Trendan had the fire going by the time Fayne returned to camp. She glanced at him with an uneasy smile, and Trendan wondered if she was feeling a bit guilty.
“Good, you got the fire going. I am starving. I think I will cook something tonight.”
“Cook? What did you carry with you to cook?”
“Lots of things,” she replied. “I brought along potatoes I could roast. I brought carrots, some common spices, and a few other hearty vegetables. If you can fetch some water, I could use some of the dried meat I brought and make a stew.”
“Clever. I would be interested to see if you are a good enough cook to pull that off and also make it tasty.”
“I will have you know that I am a very good cook. I have been cooking on the move for seasons.” She began unpacking a cook pot and her provisions.
“All right. I will fetch some water from the stream.” He took his bow and quiver and the pot Fayne had unpacked and headed for the stream.
“Fill the pot full. I want it to boil down after I add the ingredients.”
“I will refill the water sacks too, so don’t worry.” He stopped, put down the pot, and picked up and slung the water sacks over his shoulder before picking up the pot again. “The moon is rising full tonight and it is warm. We won’t need the fire after we cook. We will be able to see well by the moon.”
After he moved a distance away from camp, his mind returned to the conversation he overheard. He purposely played it over and over in his head, carefully skipping over the part where Fayne professed her love for him. That was ludicrous. If she was going to marry Vesperin regardless, then it was pointless to fall in love with him. He bit his lip. Stop thinking about that! he told himself. It is important that I don’t let myself wonder about such things, he kept reminding himself. She is treacherous. She is full of secrets and lies, and I have to stop her from harming my friends. The best way I can do that is to stay with her and keep my emotional distance. Aye, I will stick with her and establish an indifference. If I become too cold, she will question it and become suspicious. I need to keep joking with her to keep up appearances.
Up ahead near the stream, Trendan saw movement. He quietly put the pot and water skins on the ground and moved his bow into position. He nocked an arrow and began stalking. As he neared the stream, he saw something leaning down and drinking. Guttural grunts and groans became audible, making the hair on Trendan’s neck stand up. The creature lifted its head and sniffed the air. Leathery wings extended out, even though it was still hunched over the stream. Trendan let his arrow fly. Before the beast could call out, it was dead. He nocked another arrow and approached the creature. When he was sure it was dead, he pulled it from the stream so its blood would not continue to contaminate the water. He stopped and listened to the breeze. An eerie feeling made him shiver slightly. He could hear the sickly screeching and snarling of more Dramyds nearby.
With stealth, Trendan retrieved the pot and water skins and made haste for the camp. The creatures must have still been too far away to detect the campfire. When Trendan reached the camp, the fire was out and Fayne was gone. Trendan’s pack looked as if Fayne had readied it, and hers was gone. He fastened the pot and water skins to his pack and shouldered it. On a prominent tree, a small arrow sign, barely perceptible, was carved into it, pointing south.
“Good Fayne. She knew I would track her,” he whispered. “She is heading into the denser trees.” Trendan scanned the ground for signs. Fayne had covered her tracks, but he could still make them out in the moonlight. He wondered what spooked her off. He didn’t see any signs of Dramyds around the campsite.
The light of the moon made a silvery sheen on the landscape as he made his way south after Fayne. His half-elven sight gave him excellent night vision, but he found
it increasingly difficult to discern Fayne’s tracks. He knew he would have to stop soon. How is Fayne moving so fast in the dark? he thought. A few more paces and he found signs that Fayne had been joined by someone. At first he thought she may have been followed by a Dramyd or some other creature, but after a few steps, he realized it was most likely Kimala. Not much farther and he could tell the two were walking nearly side by side. Surely Fayne would know I would catch up to them. How is she going to explain this to me? A few more paces and Trendan found a drop of blood. He could not be sure if it was Fayne’s or Kimala’s. He quickened his pace, scanning the ground floor much more carelessly for the sake of speed. He soon discovered a bloody dagger and recognized it as belonging to Fayne. She would never leave one of her daggers behind. Fear welled up within him. Who did Fayne stab, and why did she leave behind a dagger? He stopped and listened intently. If Fayne was wounded, he knew she would not scream or cry out—it wasn’t in her nature. He put Fayne’s dagger in his belt and continued on. Soon he was attracted to a scratching noise behind some brush. Upon circumnavigating the brush, to his surprise, he found a wounded Dramyd. Immediately, and before it knew he was there, Trendan dispatched the creature with an arrow through the head.
While he retrieved his arrow and was inspecting the corpse of the Dramyd, he heard a woman’s voice somewhere ahead yelp in pain. Trendan ran cautiously toward the sound and soon came upon a small clearing. At the edge of the tree line, Fayne appeared to be tending to a wound on Kimala’s leg.
“He’s here,” Kimala was saying as he walked up. “I guess you will find out.”
Trendan figured that they would be worried about his reaction, so he played along. “Find out what?”
Fayne tightened the cloth bandage on Kimala’s leg. The older woman yelped again.
“You know, there is probably some Ascendic Root near that oak tree.” He pointed to the tree behind them. “I could brew it into a pretty decent pain reliever.”
“Why don’t you just do that,” Kimala stated. “I could use a decent pain reliever.”