The Godling Chronicles 02 - Of Gods And Elves

by Brian D. Anderson

  Lee and Dina had only just arrived the previous night. Their trip was uneventful, but their pace had pushed her limits. Lee figured that Millet would make his way to the Goodbranch River and sail down. That would certainly cut down their travel time, and Lee wanted to arrive ahead of them.

  “Perhaps you should rest,” Lee suggested.

  “I think I will.” Dina picked out a large strawberry. “But not before I enjoy a few of these.” She popped it in her mouth and sighed with pleasure as she bit down.

  “Good,” said Lee. “In the meantime I'll check with my contacts here. I should like to get the... feel of things.”

  Dina nodded in agreement. “I can check the temples this evening,” she said, still chewing.

  “I don't want you going off by yourself. I am certain there are agents of the north about. Probably informants among the locals as well.”

  “How would they know who we are or what we're doing?” she asked, swallowing the remains of the berry.

  Lee lowered his tone to a whisper. “They knew about us from the time we left Sharpstone, and we were followed, at least for a time, out of Valshara. Clearly they have a more efficient system for gathering intelligence than we do.” He scowled. “I intend to change that.”

  “How do you plan to do that?” She picked up another strawberry.

  “I am very wealthy, my dear,” he stated. “And so are many of the people we have met, such as Lord Broin and Lord Ganflin. Information is nothing more than a commodity. If you have the coin, it's yours.”

  “But won't the informants have already been bought?”

  “Almost certainly,” he affirmed, smiling. “But the one dependable thing about scum is that they will always serve as many masters as can pay. But I won't be contacting the street dregs directly. I have friends among the nobility. I'll make the inquiries through them.”

  Dina furled her brow. “And what happens if your friends have been bought as well... or worse, joined our enemies?”

  He shrugged. “Then that will tell me what I need to know. But I doubt they'd betray me openly. Most know me from my days studying under local sword masters. I had a reputation as a very skilled swordsman.” He chuckled and shook his head. “The nobles aren't what you would call courageous, at least not in the way a soldier is courageous. They wouldn't risk my wrath unless they were certain they could get away with it.”

  Dina recalled watching Lee battle the elf seeker, Berathis. “I don't imagine any of them would want to upset you.”

  Lee grinned fiendishly. “Not unless they want me to pay them more than a social call. But, I know one lord I can trust. I saved his life.”

  “Really, how?”

  “He made the mistake of drinking and gambling at the wrong tavern,” Lee replied. “And he tends to flash his money when he's had too much wine. Not something you want to do in Baltria after dark. I stopped three thieves from killing him for his foolishness.”

  “Well, I hope that would buy you a bit of loyalty,” said Dina. She yawned and blinked her eyes. “And on that note, I need to rest for a bit. Wake me before sunset.”

  Lee nodded. “Just don't leave until I return.”

  “And you remember that you are not invulnerable,” she said, as she got up from her seat, making sure not to forget her strawberries.

  Lee laughed, sprung up and snatched a berry for himself. “I'll be fine.” He made his way to the door and ventured out into the city streets.

  The sun was still high in the sky, and the heat reminded Lee how far removed from Sharpstone he was. He had sent a messenger to his friend early that morning asking him to meet him near the docks. He couldn't risk being noticed. Dina was right to think that the nobility could have been bought off. Their entire world revolved around the acquisition of wealth. In some ways they were no better than bandits. Then there was the real possibility that they had sided with Angrääl, which would be worse. Bought loyalty could be changed but a true believer...

  It wasn't long before the houses transitioned from typical Baltria dwellings into the structures that had been built on tall pylons. Lee had been in the city during a particularly bad flood year, when the water had risen enough to cover the high porches. It was a wonder the entire city wasn't drowned, but Lee discovered that Baltria was equipped with a system of drains and manual pumps that could be used to keep the majority of the city dry.

  The mold stench of the docks filled the air as Lee neared. Sailors in brightly colored shirts and hats stumbled drunkenly through the streets, and merchants shouted their wares to passers-by. It wasn't long before Lee could see the tall masts of the ships peeking over the roof tops and sounds of orders being barked and bells ringing carried on the air. A minute later the massive dock came into view. It stretched out from east to west as far as the eye could see. When Lee first saw them, years ago, there were hundreds of ships coming and going, loading and unloading. But now there were less than fifty ships in all.

  Lee frowned. The dark times have struck everywhere.

  The Plank Walkers café, where he was to meet his friend, was located only a few yards from the docks. Mostly patronized by officers and merchants, Lee knew the place well. It boasted the best seafood stew in the known world, a claim well supported by popular opinion. Lee had once tried to get the owner to give him the recipe but to no avail.

  Lee climbed the stairs to the deck where a short, plump, young woman greeted him. She smiled warmly and showed Lee to a table.

  “And what'll you be havin' today, sir?” she asked cheerfully, with a thick Baltrian accent.

  “Seafood stew, of course,” Lee replied.

  “Right away.” She spun around heading to the kitchen.

  A few moments later a young, dark haired boy brought him some bread and a bottle of wine.

  “Careful, Starfinder,” said a voice from the steps. “That isn't weak northern wine you're drinking.”

  “Lanson Brimm.” Lee laughed. “I don't think it's my drinking that needs to be monitored.”

  Lanson was a tall, slender, middle-aged man. His fine, sandy blond hair blew carelessly in the sea breeze. He wore a blue cotton shirt and trousers with white silk embroidery, and a silver-handled short sword hung from a black leather belt.

  Lee stood and embraced the man tightly. “It's good to see you.” He offered him a chair. “Are you eating?”

  “I'm sorry, my friend,” said Lanson. “I must leave you soon. Frankly, I was surprised to get your invitation.”

  “Why is that?” asked Lee.

  Lanson shook his head and wagged his finger. “You've made some powerful enemies. Every noble in the city has been paid for information on you, and the Gods only know how many street vermin are on the lookout.”

  Lee straightened. “Paid by whom?”

  “Don't be naïve, Starfinder.” He reached over and took a piece of bread. “The ambassador from Angrääl started making inquiries months ago.”

  “Ambassador?” Lee exclaimed. “In Baltria?”

  “I'm afraid so,” said Lanson. “He and his attendants have set up residence inside the governor’s mansion.”

  Lee suddenly felt exposed. “The King allowed that?”

  “Allowed?” laughed Lanson. “He gave it to him.”

  “And the governor?” Lee asked.

  “He moved into his own private home, claiming it was his decision.” He bit off a piece of bread. “I...” he swallowed. “I personally think the man is no longer running the city in any capacity.”

  “Why would you think that?” asked Lee.

  Lanson shrugged. “Because crime is down, and in spite of the empty docks, profits have never been better. Governor Greenly is a moron. He couldn't manage the city in good times. If he wasn't the King's nephew, he would never have been appointed in the first place. No, Angrääl is in charge around here. They're pumping gold on top of gold into the economy.”

  Lee was appalled. “So you want them here?”

  Lanson nodded indifferently. “Sure.
They're good for the city. So long as they don't send an army our way, I don't mind.” He could see Lee's apprehension. “Don't worry. I'm not one of the faithful. Those people are lunatics.”

  “The faithful?” said Lee. “What in the name of Dantenos are the faithful?”

  Lanson cocked his head. “You have been gone a long time, old friend. The faithful follow The Reborn King of Angrääl. They claim he's the reincarnation of King Rätsterfel, and spend most of their time causing trouble for the temples. Lately, it's become fashionable to become one of them if you're nobility. But, if you ask me, it's a bunch of hogwash. None of them really believe it. They just like that their purses keep getting fatter.”

  “What are the temples doing to stop them?” asked Lee.

  “What can they do?” Lanson replied. “King Talminian doesn't seem to care what the faithful do, so long as the gold keeps flowing into his coffers. As for me... I have found it wise to stay out of it.”

  “Talminian has always been a fool,” Lee grumbled. “And weak.”

  “Dangerous words,” said Lanson. “But as you're already in danger, I suppose it doesn't matter. Speaking of which...” He reached in his pocket, pulled out a small key, and pushed it across the table. “I assume you'll not heed my words and leave the city at once. You remember my rental house.”

  Lee nodded.

  “It's vacant,” continued Lanson. “I want you to hole up there until you're business here is finished, which brings me to the next question. What is it you need me to do?”

  “I need you to tell me when Millet arrives in Baltria,” he answered. “And if I'm found out give me warning.”

  “You didn't drag poor Millet into your adventures again, did you?” he scolded. “But I already know the answer, don't I? Even if you tried to leave him behind, he wouldn't let you.”

  Both men burst into laughter. Just then the server came with Lee's meal. Lanson stood from the table. “I must leave you to your meal. I'll make inquiries regarding Millet. But please, stay out of sight. The Gods only know what will happen if you're discovered.”

  Lee smiled warmly. “I'll be careful, my friend.”

  Lanson twisted his mouth and shook his head. “I doubt that very much. But at least I can say I warned you.”

  Lee watched as Lanson turned and walked away. Alone, he felt even more exposed. He ate quickly and headed back to the inn. His paranoia grew with each step. He knew he couldn't leave the city until Millet and Jacob arrived, but should the servants of the Dark One realize his presence he could get them all killed. He considered sending Dina away but dismissed the idea. If they were aware of him, they may be aware of her as well. She may need his protection.

  When he arrived at the inn, Dina was still in her room sleeping. Lee regretted waking her but considering what Lanson had told him, he felt he had no choice. She came to the door, yawning and wrapped in a blanket.

  “Get your things together and meet me in the common room,” Lee ordered.

  Before Dina could ask questions, Lee walked down the hall to his own room and began to pack his gear. Twenty minutes later, they were both standing in the common room. Lee had the horses brought from the stables and walked with Dina to the door.

  “What's going on, Lee?” asked Dina.

  Lee recounted his conversation with Lanson as they secured their gear on their mounts. “At least your friend didn't betray you,” said Dina.

  Lee nodded. “He's a good man. But I still hate that he goes along with what's happening here.”

  Dina mounted her horse. “What would you have him do? Besides, from what you said Angrääl isn't acting aggressively. He has no reason to suspect their true intentions.”

  “That's just it,” Lee countered. “They're not a bunch of uneducated fools. They know what's going on. Some even welcome it. So long as they stay rich, they'll go along with anything.”

  “But you thought that might be the case,” said Dina. “Why are you so angry?”

  “I'm angry because we have been lazy,” said Lee. “We've allowed The Dark One to spread his lies unchallenged. Now, who knows if he can be dislodged? He'll conquer the world one city at a time before one battle is even fought.”

  “What can we do?”

  “We can play his game better. The moment I've secured Millet and my son, Valshara must be told what is happening here. In fact, when you visit the temples tonight, I'll have you send a message to Althetas.”

  They wound their way through the streets to Lanson's rental house. Lee remembered Lanson using it to rendezvous with his mistresses in years past. The man had a bit of a wild side and a reputation with the ladies. But, he reckoned that Lanson had settled down, if he was renting it out. It was a modest, single story dwelling, typical for the merchant class. Its solid brick walls and tan tile roof were well built, and suited for the climate. The yard was small but well kept, and a wrought iron fence surrounded it.

  Lee led them to the rear of the house and put the horses in a small stable at the back of the property. They entered through the back door and Lee set about lighting lamps. The interior was well decorated and deceptively spacious. The main living room was equipped with a small fireplace, a plush suede couch, and two matching chairs. The fireplace was more for decoration than anything else, as the hot climate usually prevented the need for a fire. The three bedrooms were big enough to accommodate a married couple comfortably, and the beds had thick, goose down mattresses.

  There was a bathing room that had running water, and a tub heated by coals placed in a compartment under its base. Lee and Dina each picked a room and washed and changed in turn. Once dressed, they relaxed in the living room.

  “I'll go out later for food and drink,” said Lee. “There's an eatery a few blocks from here that serves wonderful mince pie.”

  Dina smiled, trying to hide her apprehension. “I should go with you,” she said. “I don't think that I like the idea of either of us venturing out alone.”

  Lee nodded. “I'll walk you to the temple and we'll pick something up on the way back.”

  There was a knock at the door. Lee drew his dagger and peered out the window. Lanson stood uneasily outside. Lee opened and let him in.

  “I see you're prepared,” said Lanson, referring to the dagger. “Good.”

  “Has something happened?” asked Lee.

  Lanson eyed Dina. “Such matters can wait until after we've made proper introductions.” Dina smiled and got to her feet.

  “Lanson,” said Lee. “This is my dear friend Celandine....” he paused and looked at Dina, embarrassed. “I'm afraid I don't know your last name.”

  “Such things have not come up,” Dina replied. “Lord Lanson Brimm I presume.” She curtsied, elegantly. “I am Celandine Selborne.”

  Lanson took her hand and kissed it lightly. “My dear, it is an honor.” He tilted his head. “Do I detect a Baltrian accent?”

  “I lived here in my youth,” she said. “That is to say, when I was a little girl.”

  “Indeed,” said Lanson. “Well, our city has missed your beauty.”

  Lee slapped him on the shoulder. “And here I thought you'd settled down.”

  “Me?” Lanson, smile mischievously. “Never.” He made his way to the couch and sat down while Lee and Dina took the chairs. “I thought you might want to know that I was told to be on the lookout for you, just after we parted company.”

  “By whom?” asked Lee, leaning forward.

  “One of those blasted faithful,” he replied. “I think they must know you're in the city. And it's no secret that we're friends.”

  “Isn't it dangerous for you to come here?” asked Dina.

  Lanson smiled. “It will be after today. I had only walked a few blocks before they stopped me. I'm afraid I can't risk returning here until you've left Baltria.”

  “Did anyone see us together?” asked Lee.

  “I don't think so,” said Lanson. “I followed them after they spoke to me, and they gave me no indication that they k
new anything. They spoke to three other nobles, then went to the governor’s mansion.” He held up his hand. “And before you ask, I wasn't followed.”

  “We should leave,” said Dina. “I wouldn't want to put you in danger.”

  “My dear,” Lanson replied. “I may not be the hero that Lee is. But, I do not abandon a friend. Especially one that has saved my life. Besides, no one will think to look here, even if they suspect me of helping you. As far as anyone knows, it's occupied. The last tenants only moved a week ago.” His face was grim with resolve. “I'm having food and supplies brought for you within the hour.”

  “We had planned to visit the temples,” said Dina.

  “Don't,” Lanson objected. “All the temples are being watched by the faithful. They like to know who comes and goes. There's no way for you to enter unnoticed.”

  Dina crossed her arms in disappointment.

  “How will you communicate with us?” asked Lee.

  “Do you remember my servant Jansi?”

  Lee nodded.

  “He'll bring you any word of Millet,” Lanson stood up. “I wish I could say I'll see you soon...”

  Lee and Dina got to their feet. Lee embraced Lanson tightly. “Thank you,” he said, smiling. “I think we're even now.”

  Lanson laughed and turned to Dina. “My dear, I only wish I could behold your loveliness once more... but alas.”

  Dina kissed Lanson's cheek. “Thank you for your kindness.”

  Lanson put his hand over his heart and walked to the door. He turned just before he crossed the thresh-hold. “I know you were upset by my attitude regarding Angrääl. But, I think that attitude is changing.” He bowed and left.

  Soon after, a young boy showed up with a wagon load of food, wine, and other essentials. Dina and Lee busied themselves putting things away, then prepared the evening meal. Dina tried to convince Lee that they should attempt to get into the temples, despite Lanson's warning, but Lee wouldn't allow it.

  That night Lee slept in one of the chairs in the living room, his sword across his lap.

  Chapter Seventeen