The emerald storm trr-4

by Michael J. Sullivan

  "I see," he replied at length. He glanced over his shoulder at Nimbus, who was smiling back as innocent as a puppy, and Amilia noticed to her chagrin that he did bat his eyes. Saldur took no apparent notice of his antics then reminded her not to seat the Duke and Lady Rochelle next to the Prince of Alburn before withdrawing from her office.

  "That was creepy," Nimbus mentioned after Saldur left. "You poke your head in the tower and the next morning Saldur knows about it?"

  Amilia paced the length of her office, which only allowed her a few steps each way before having to turn, but it was better than standing still. Nimbus was right. Something strange was going on with the tower, something that Saldur himself kept careful watch over. She struggled to think of alternatives, but her mind kept coming back to one name-Degan Gaunt.

  Chapter 19

  Galenti The corridor outside the Great Hall in the Palace of the Four Winds was deathly silent as the small band remained huddled in the niche. Warriors took strategic positions, armed with imperial crafted crossbows, while the bulk of the Tenkin fighters moved back to allow them clear lines of sight. All of the Emerald Storm's party now held swords salvaged from slain Tenkins, each one made from Avryn steel. Clustered in a tight group, Hadrian's party made an easy target.

  Erandabon stepped forward, but not so far as to block the path of the archers. "Erandabon did not recognize you, Galenti! Et 'as been many years, but you 'ave not lost your skill," he said, looking down at the bodies of his fallen warriors. "Vie travel vis such creatures as deez, Galenti? Vie suffer dee 'umiliation? It voud be dee same for Erandabon to slizzer on dee forest floor with dee snakes, or vallow vis dee pigs. Vie do you do dis? Vie?"

  "I came to see you, Gile," Hadrian replied. Instantly there was a gasp in the hall.

  "Ha-ha!" The warlord laughed. "You use my Calian name, a crime for vich dee punishment ez death, but I pardon you, Galenti! For you are not like deez." He waved his hand gesturing vaguely. "You are in dee cosmos vis Erandabon. You are a star in dee heavens shining nearly as bright as Erandabon. You are a brother and I vill not kill you. You must come and feast vis me."

  "And my friends?"

  Erandabon's face soured. "Dey 'ave no place at dee table of Erandabon, dey are dogs."

  "I will not eat with you iws, w are ill-treated."

  Erandabon's eyes moved about wildly in random circles, then stopped. "Erandabon vill 'ave dem locked up again-safely dis time-for deir own good. And you vill eat vis Erandabon?"

  "I will."

  He clapped his hands and warriors tentatively moved forward.

  Hadrian nodded and Royce and the others laid down their weapons.

  ***

  The balcony looked out over the bay from a dizzying height. Moonlight revealed the vast fleet of Ghazel and Tenkin ships anchored in the harbor. Dotted with lights, the vessels bobbed on soft swells. Distant shouts rose with the cool breeze and arrived as faint whispers. Like the rest of the castle, the balcony was a relic of a forgotten time. While perhaps beautiful long ago, the stone railing had weathered over centuries to a dull, vague reminder of its previous glory. A lush covering of vines blanketed it with blooming white flowers the way a cloth might disguise a marred table. Beneath their feet, once-stunning mosaic tiles lay dirty, chipped, and broken. Several oil lanterns circled the balcony, but appeared to be more for decoration than illumination. On a stone table lay a massive feast of wild animals, fruits, and drink.

  "Sit! Sit and eat!" Erandabon told Hadrian, as several Tenkin women and young boys hurried about, seeing to their every need. Aside from servants, the two were alone. Erandabon tore a leg from a large roasted bird and gestured with it toward the bay. "A beautiful sight eh, Galenti? Five 'undred ships, fifty 'zousand soldiers and all of dem under Erandabon's command."

  "There are not fifty thousand Tenkin in all of Calis," Hadrian replied. He looked at the food on the table dubiously, wondering if elf was somewhere on the menu, and selected a bit of sliced fruit.

  "No," the warlord said, regretfully. "Erandabon must make do vis dee Ghazel. Dey are like ants spilling out of deir island holes. Erandabon cannot trust dem any more dan Erandabon can trust a tiger, even if Erandabon raised it from a cub. Dey are vild beasts, but Erandabon needs dem to reach dee goal."

  "And what is that?"

  "Drumindor," he said simply, and followed the word with a swallow of wine, much of which spilled unnoticed down the front of his chin. "Erandabon needs a shelter from dee storm, Galenti, a strong place to veather it. For centuries, dee Ghazel dey 'ave known dat only Drumindor can stand against dee vinds about to blow. Dis ez vie dey 'ave struggled so 'ard to take et. Time ez running out, dee sand spills from dee glass and dey are desperate to flee dee islands. Erandabon could 'ave fifty 'zousand, perhaps 'undred 'zousand. Ants, Galenti, dey are everywhere in deez isles. Erandabon vill make do vis deez, too many ants spoil a picnic eh, Galenti?" he laughed.

  A servant refilled the wine glass that Hadrian had barely touched.

  "What do you know about Merrick Marius?" Hadrian asked.

  Erandabon spat, "'E is dirt, or pig, or pig in dirt. 'E promise weapons…dere is none. 'E promise food for dee Many…and dere is none. 'E will make it 'ard for Erandabon to control dee ants. I vish 'e vas dead."

  "I might be able to help you with that, if you tell me where he is."

  The warlord laughed. "Oh, Galenti, you voud do dis for you I dink, not for Erandabon. But Erandabon does not know vere 'e ez."

  "Do you expect him to visit again?" Hadrian pressed.

  "No, dere be no need. Erandabon vill not be 'ere long. Dis place ez old. Et ez not good." He rolled a fallen block of granite from the balcony. "Erandabon and 'is ants vill go to dee great fortress vere even dee Old Ones cannot reach us. Erandabon vill vatch dee return of dee gods and dee burning of dee vorld. You could 'ave a seat beside Erandabon. You could lead dee ants."

  Hadrian shook his head. "Drumindor will be destroyed. There will be no fortress f you and your ants. If you release me and my friends we can stop this from happening."

  Erandabon roared a great laugh. "Galenti, you make big joke. You dink Erandabon is dumb like dee ants? Vie do you try to tell me such lies? You vill say anything to leave 'ere vis your dog friends."

  He finished off the leg by ripping the meat from the bone and chewed it with an open mouth, spitting out bits of gristle.

  "Galenti, you offer Erandabon so much 'elp. You must see 'ow great Erandabon ez and vish to please me. Erandabon likes dis. I know of someting you can do to please Erandabon."

  "What is that?"

  "Dere is a Ghazel chieftain, called Uzla Bar." He spat on the ground. "'E defies Erandabon. 'As even challenged Erandabon for control of dee ants. Now vis no food for dee Many 'e be big problem for Erandabon. Uzla Bar attacks caravans from Avryn stealing dee veapons and the Many's food to veaken Erandabon in dee eyes of dee ants. Uzla Bar challenge Erandabon to fight. But Erandabon ez no fool. Erandabon knows none of 'is varriors can vin against dee speed and strength of dee Ba Ran Ghazel. But den dee stars shine on Erandabon and bring you 'ere."

  "You want me to fight him?"

  "Dee challenge ez by Ghazel tradition. Dey are clan, not single fighters. Dey do not fight one to one. For dem single combat ez not known. Dee battle will be five against five in dee arena."

  "Who will I be fighting with? You?"

  He shook his head and laughed. "Erandabon does not dirty 'is 'ands so."

  "Your warriors?"

  "Vie should Erandabon use Tenkin Varriors. Erandabon need dem to control dee ants. I saw dose dogs dat you lead. Dey fight good. Ven backed in a corner Erandabon saw dee bravery in deir eyes. Dey vill do vell vis you to lead dem. Erandabon knows you 'ave succeeded in dee arena vis lesser men. And if you lose-Erandabon ez same as before."

  "And why would I do this?"

  "Did you not offer to 'elp Erandabon, twice already?" he paused. "I can see you like your dogs. But you and dem keel many of my men. For dat you must die. But…if you do di
s…Erandabon vill let you live. Do dis, Galenti, dee heavens voud be less bright vis out all etz stars."

  Hadrian pretended to consider the proposal in silence. He waited so long that Erandabon became agitated. It was obvious the warlord had nearly as much riding on this fight as Hadrian did.

  "You answer Erandabon now!"

  Hadrian remained quiet for a few moments longer and then said, "If we win, I want our immediate release. You will not hold us until the full moon. I want a ship, a small, fast ship, fully provisioned and waiting the moment the battle is won."

  "Done."

  "I also want you to look into finding an elven girl who is called Allie. She may have been brought with the last shipment from Avryn. If she is alive, I want her brought here."

  Erandabon looked doubtful, but nodded.

  "I want my companions freed, treated well, and all of our weapons and gear returned to us immediately."

  "I vill 'ave dee dogs you fought vis brought 'ere so you can feast vis dem veen I am gone. Along vis vaat other veapons you might need."

  "And the others?"

  "Dey did not keel my men, but I 'ave deal vis dem. I 'old dem until deal ez done. All goes vell-I send dem on deir vey. Deal no good, dey go to dee Ghazel. Do vee have a deal?"

  "Yes. I agree."

  "Excellent, Erandabon ez very 'appy. I get to see Galenti fight in my arena once more." Erandabon clapped twice and warriors appeared on the balcony each reverently carrying one of Hadrian's three swords. More approached with the rest of their gear. Erandabon took Hadrian's spadone and lifted it.

  "Erandabon 'as 'eard of your famous sword. Et ez an old veapon of dee ancient style."

  "It's a family heirloom."

  The warlord gave it to Hadrian. "," the warlord said, picking up Royce's dagger, "Dis Erandabon 'as never seen dee like. Does it belong to dee small one? Dee one ou fought next to you?"

  "Yes." Hadrian saw the greed in Erandabon's eyes. "That's Alverstone. You don't even want to think of keeping that weapon."

  "You vill not fight if Erandabon does?"

  "That too," Hadrian told him.

  "Dat one ez a kaz?"

  "Yes, and as you saw he is a good fighter. I need him and his weapon." Hadrian strapped his swords back on, feeling more like himself again.

  "So, dee Tiger of Mandalin vill fight for Erandabon."

  "It looks that way," Hadrian said then sighed.

  ***

  "So, two sit the battle out?" Royce asked checking over his dagger.

  The sun had risen on a gray day. The seven of them ate together on the balcony. The food-leftovers from the warlord-was now suitable for the dogs.

  Hadrian nodded. "I was thinking Wesley and Poe ought to be the ones, they're the youngest-"

  "We'll draw lots," Wesley declared firmly.

  "Wesley, you've never fought the Ba Ran Ghazel before. They are extremely dangerous. They're stronger than men, faster too, and to disarm them you literally have to, well, disarm them."

  "We'll draw lots," Wesley repeated, and finding a dead branch snapped seven twigs-two shorter than the others.

  "I have to fight, it's part of the deal," Hadrian said.

  Wesley nodded and tossed one of the long twigs away.

  "I'm fighting too," Royce told him.

  "We need to do this fairly," Wesley protested.

  "If Hadrian fights, so do I," the thief declared.

  Hadrian nodded. "So, it will be between you five."

  Wesley hesitated then threw aside another twig and held his fist out. Wyatt pulled the first stick, a long one. Poe drew next and got the first short twig. He showed no emotion and simply stepped back. Grady drew-a long one. Derning drew last receiving the other short stick leaving the last long twig in Wesley's fist.

  "When do we fight?"

  "Tomorrow at sunset," Hadrian explained. "Ghazel prefer to fight in the dark. That gives us the day to plan, practice a few things, and take a quick nap before facing them."

  "I don't think I can sleep," Wesley told them.

  "Best give it a try anyway."

  "I've never even seen a Ghazel," Grady admitted. "What are we talking about here?"

  "Well," Hadrian began, "they have deadly fangs and if given the chance will hold you down and rip with their teeth and claws. The Ghazel have no qualms about eating you alive. In fact, they relish it."

  "So they're animals?" Wyatt asked. "Like bears or something?"

  "Not really. They're also intelligent and proficient with weapons." He let this sink in a moment before continuing, "They're usually short looking, but that's misleading as they walk hunched over and can stand up to our height or taller. They are strong and fast and can see well in the dark. The biggest problem-"

  "There's a bigger problem?" Royce asked.

  "Yeah, funny that, but you see the Ghazel are clan fighters, so they're organized. A clan is a group of five made up of a chief, a warrior, an oberdaza, a finisher, and a range. The chief is usually not as good a fighter as the warrior. And don't confuse a Ghazel oberdaza with a Tenkin. The Ghazel version wields real magic, dark magic, and he should be the first one we target to kill. They won't know we are aware of his importance so that might give us an edge."

  "Leave him to me," Royce announced.

  "The finisher is the fastest of the group, and it will be his job to kill us while the warriors and oberdaza keep us busy. The range will be armed with a trilon, the Ghazel version of a bow, and maybe throwing knives as well. He will likely stay near the oberdaza. The trilon isn't terribly accurate, but it's fast. His job won't be so much to kill us as to distract. You will want to keep your shield arm facing him."

  "Will we have shields?" Grady asked.

  "Good point." Hadrian looked over the weapons provided. "No, I don't see any."

  "The clan is well organized and experienced. They will communicate through clicks and chattering which will be gibberish to us, but they can understand everything we say. We'll use that to our advantage."

  "How do we win?" Wyatt asked.

  "By killing all of them before they kill all of us."

  ***

  They spent the morning hours sparring and practicing. Luckily, they were all adept with basic combat. Wesley had trained with his brother and as a result was a far better swordsman than Hadrian expected. Grady was tough and surprisingly fast. Wyatt was the most impressive. His ability with a cutlass showed real skill, the kind Hadrian recognized instantly as something he called killing experience.

  Hadrian demonstrated some basic moves to counter likely scenarios. Most dealt with parrying multiple attacks, like those from both mouths and claws, something none of them had any training in. He also showed them how to use the trilon Erandabon provided, and each took their turn with Grady showing the most promise.

  Hungry after the morning's practice, they sat to eat once more.

  "So, what's our battle plan?" Wyatt asked.

  "Wesley and Grady will stay to the rear. Grady you're on the trilon."

  He looked nervous, "I'll do the best I can."

  "That's fine, just don't aim anywhere near the rest of us. Ignore the battle in the center of the arena and concentrate your arrows on the oberdaza and the range. Keep them off balance as much as possible. You don't have to hit them, just keep them ducking.

  "Wesley, you protect Grady. Wyatt, you and I will form the front and engage the warrior and chief. Just remember your line and stay away from him. Questions?"

  If there were any, no one spoke up, so they all bedded down for a nap. After the workout, even Wesley managed to fall asleep.

  ***

  The arena was a large oval open-air pit surrounded by a stone wall behind which tiers of spectators rose. Two gates at opposite ends provided entrance to opposing teams. Giant braziers mounted on poles illuminated the area. The dirt killing field, like everything else at the Palace of the Four Winds, had suffered from neglect. Large blocks of stone had fallen and small trees grew around them. Near the center, a sha
llow muddy pool formed. A partially hidden ribcage glimmered eerily in the firelight and a skull hung from a pike that protruded from the earth.

  Walking out, Hadrian's mind reeled with memories. The scent of blood and cheering crowd opened a door he had thought locked forever. He was only seventeen the first time he entered an arena, yet his training made victory a certainty. He was the more knowledgeable, the more skilled, and the crowds loved him. He defeated opponent after opponent with ease. Larger, stronger men challenged him and died. When he fought teams of two and three, the results were always the same. The crowds began to chant his new name, Galenti-killer.

  He traveled throughout Calis meeting with royalty, eating at banquets held in his honor, and sleeping with women given in tribute. He entertained his hosts with displays of skill and prowess. Eventually the battles became macabre. Multiple strong men were not enough. They tested him on Ghazel and wild animals. He fought boars, a pair of leopards, and finally the tiger.

  He had killed scores of men in the arena without a thought, but the tiger in Mandalin was the last. Perhaps the blood he spilled finally soaked in, or he had grown older and matured beyond his desire for fame. Even now, he was unw name, Ga what was the truth and what he merely wanted to believe. Regardless, everything changed when the tiger died.

  Each man he fought had a choice, but not the cat. As he watched the regal beast die, for the first time he felt like a murderer. In the stands above, the crowd shouted Galenti! The meaning never sunk in until that moment. His father's words reached him at last, but Danbury would die before Hadrian could apologize. Like the tiger, his father deserved better.

  Now, as he entered the arena, the crowd once again shouted the name-Galenti! They cheered and stomped their feet like thunder. "Remember, Mister Wesley, stay back and guard Grady," Hadrian said, as they gathered not far from where the skull hung.

  The far gate opened, and into the arena came the Ba Ran Ghazel. Hadrian could tell from his friends shocked expressions that even after his description they never expected what now came toward them. Everyone had heard tall tales of hideous goblins but no one really expected to see one, much less five, scurrying in full battle regalia illuminated by the flickering red glow of giant torch fires.