“He and I grew up in the same town, did you know that?” said the old man. “How is he?”
Roo said, “He died recently.”
“Oh,” said the old man. “That’s too bad. I haven’t seen him for a while. Did I tell you we grew up in the same town?”
“Yes, you did,” said Roo.
With delight, the old man said, “Do you by chance know my boys? Tim and Randy?”
Roo said, “I do, sir.”
The old man picked up Roo’s hand slightly, as if for emphasis. “If you’re one of those rascals who is always stealing apples from our tree, don’t admit it!”
he said with a laugh. “I’ve told Tim to keep the other boys out of that tree! We need those apples for pie!
My Eva bakes pies every fall!”
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gets confused. Sometimes he thinks his sons are still children. Eva was his wife; she’s been dead thirteen years.”
Roo shook his head and released the old man’s hand. He said, “I can’t.”
“Tell him?” asked Helen.
Roo shook his head no.
“Randy?” said the old man, motioning to Roo.
Roo leaned over to put his head next to the old man’s.
Whispering, the old man said, “Randy, you’re a good lad. Look out for Tim; he’s got such a temper. But don’t let the other boys steal the apples!” He reached out with his good hand and patted Roo on the shoulder.
Roo straightened up and spent a few moments watching the old man, who was again lost in whatever dreams or memories he spent his days within.
Roo stepped away and said to Helen, “What purpose? Let him think his sons still live, for the gods’
mercy.”
He thought of the coming fleet and the destruction that would be upon Krondor within a few years, and said, “Let us all have a few years of pleasant dreams.”
Helen led them away from the garden and said, “I thank you for that small gesture, sir.”
“What will you do?” said Roo.
“Sell the house and business.” She started to weep again. “I have family in Tannerus. I’ll go to them. It will be hard, but we’ll endure.”
Roo said, “No.” He thought about the boy and girl and his own two children, then said, “I do not think the children need suffer for the . . . mistakes of their fathers.”
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“What do you propose?” asked Helen.
“Let me take charge of Jacoby and Sons. I will not take a copper of profit from the company. I will operate it as if it were my own, but when your son is old enough, it will be his to control.” Roo glanced around the house as they walked toward the entrance.
“I never spoke more than a word to’ Randolph, but it seems to me your husband’s only flaw was to love a brother too well. It was only Tim with whom I had dispute.” Taking the woman’s hand, he said, “Let it end here, now.”
The woman said, “You are generous.”
Roo said, “No. I am sorry. More than you will ever know. I’ll have my solicitor draw up a contract between you as surviving widow of Randolph Jacoby and the Bitter Sea Company to operate Jacoby and Sons until such time as either you wish to dispose of the property or your son is ready to take control.
“If you need anything, anything at all, you only have to ask.” He pointed to Dash. “My associate will come fetch you this afternoon and take you to the temple. Have you other relatives who should come with you?”
“No. They live out of the city.”
“I would bid you a good day, Mrs. Jacoby, but that would seem an empty sentiment. Let me depart by saying I wish we had met under different circumstances.”
Holding back more tears, Helen Jacoby said, “So do I, Mr. Avery. I even suspect had circumstances been otherwise, you and Randolph could have been friends.”
They left and entered the carriage. Dash said nothing and Roo put his right hand over his face.
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After a moment, he began to weep.
Calis signaled and the column came to a halt.
They had encountered small commands of the Pantathians over the last three days. Calis judged they had moved twenty miles north of where they had encountered the large well in the heart of the mountain. Several times they had found more signs of struggle and destruction. Occasionally they encountered Saaur corpses, but as of yet they hadn’t seen a single living lizard man. Having faced them once, Erik was grateful for that small boon.
Erik fought against a growing sense of futility.
The galleries seemed to wander under the mountains forever; he remembered maps back at the palace that suggested this range might be as much as a thousand miles long. If the Pantathian home realm wasn’t as closely confined as Calis’s theory proposed, they would be dead long before destroying the snake men’s nest.
Men were tense; the other specter that haunted their imaginations was who this mysterious third player might be. No fallen were seen who were not Pantathians or Saaur. The only human remains were those belonging to pitiful prisoners, dragged under the mountain to feed the Pantathian young. Whoever or whatever was warring on the Pantathians seemed intent on the same mission as Calis and his men: three breeding crèches had been found with infant Pantathians littering the rooms, all torn to pieces.
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limb from limb. Some of the young Pantathians looked as if they had been bitten in two. Erik couldn’t put aside images of some monstrous creature from an ancient fable, materialized here by a magician to destroy his enemies.
But when he had wondered aloud on this, Miranda’s only answer was “Where are the Pantathian magicians, then?”
Erik had heard some of Miranda’s speculations as they marched: the entire population of Pantathian serpent priests was out in the field serving the Emerald Queen. Even when she said it, Miranda didn’t sound convinced.
A scout returned and said, “Nothing ahead, but there are some odd echoes, Sergeant.”
Erik nodded and asked, “What do you mean by odd?”
“Nothing I can put a name to, but there’s something ahead, perhaps at a great distance, but it’s making enough noise we should be able to get very close without being heard.”
Calis was told and said, “We’re close to being ready to drop.”
Miranda wiped her forehead. “The heat down here is as bad as in the Green Reaches of Kesh.”
Erik couldn’t argue. The men were wearing the lightest clothing possible under their armor, and it had taken a lot of attention to keep them from throwing away the heavy fur cloaks, which were now rolled and stowed in the heavy backpacks they lugged. Erik took time to remind each man that once they were back out of the mountains, winter would be upon them and it would be as cold as it was now hot.
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Calis ordered a break and rest, and Erik assigned men to keep watch, while others grabbed what sleep they could. As he reviewed every detail he could remember, de Loungville motioned for him to come to a distant part of the cavern.
“Some stench?” he offered.
Erik nodded. “Sometimes the sulfur makes my eyes burn.”
“What do you think?”
Erik looked confused. “About what?”
“About all this?” Bobby waved his hand around.
Erik shrugged. “I’m not paid to think.”
Bobby grinned. “
Right.” Then the grin vanished.
“Now, what do you really think?”
Erik shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes it seems to me we’ve got no chance of ever seeing daylight again, but the rest of the time I just keep moving, one foot ahead of the other, go where I’m told, keep the men alive, and don’t dwell on tomorrow.”
De Loungville nodded. “Understood. But here’s the hard part. That one-foot-at-a-time attitude is fine for the soldiers in the trenches, but you’ve got responsibilities.”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” said de Loungville.
He looked around to make sure no one else was listening. “Miranda has the means to get herself and one other out of here in a hurry. Special means.”
Erik nodded. He had long ago accommodated to the idea of Miranda’s being a sorceress in some fashion, so this didn’t surprise him.
“If anything happens to me, your job is to get the Captain out with Miranda, understand?”
“Maybe I don’t.”
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“He’s special,” said de Loungville. “The Kingdom needs him more than a couple of sorry sods like me and you. If you have to, hit him over the head and toss his limp body at Miranda, but don’t let her leave without him.”
Erik tried not to laugh. The only member of this company stronger than Erik was the Captain, and from what Erik had seen over the last few years, Calis was significantly stronger than Erik. Erik had a pretty good notion that if he hit Calis over the head, it probably wouldn’t slow him a beat.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said noncommittally.
They moved out two hours later and Erik kept what de Loungville said in mind. He discounted the admonition because he didn’t want to imagine a situation where de Loungville wasn’t around to tell him what to do, and he didn’t think he could tell the Captain to do anything.
They moved along a long, narrow tunnel that seemed to slope gently downward. The heat continued unabated, but didn’t seem to get worse.
Twice they took breaks and scouts were sent ahead. Both times they returned to report the distant sounds they couldn’t identify.
Two hours later, Erik could hear the sounds they mentioned. Rumblings, the thunder faintly heard, with high-pitched keening, echoed from a great distance, or at least that’s how it seemed to Erik.
They reached a gallery and again found the signs of battle. But unlike the ones found earlier in the day or on the previous day, these were relatively fresh.
“This struggle took place yesterday,” observed Calis.
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breeding pool, and Erik followed.
“Gods!” said Erik looking at the carnage. It was the biggest hatching pool found so far. Eggs were smashed and yolk and albumen floated in the water.
The stench of rotten eggs was nearly overpowering, then Erik noticed something. “Where are the bodies of the young?”
A single arm lay floating in a bubbling pool of pinkish water, and around the verge splatters of blood were evident. At last Calis said, “Something feasted here.”
The image of something ripping open the eggs and devouring the Pantathian young was one Erik didn’t wish to dwell on, so he turned around and left.
“We should keep moving,” said Calis at last.
Erik formed up the men and moved them out.
The ceremony was as brief as the one that had been conducted for Helmut. Roo stood with Karli beside him. The children were home with Mary.
Helen and her two children stood silently while the priest of Lims-Kragma intoned the benediction for the dead and lit the pyre. The girl played absently with her doll while the boy looked on with his face set in an expression of confusion.
When the ceremony was over, Karli said, “It is over?”
Roo patted her hand. “Yes. The widow is a woman of remarkable strength but no bitterness. She also cares most for her children.”
Karli looked at the children. “Poor babies.” She went over to Helen and said, “I find no pleasure in this; if I can help, don’t be ashamed to ask.”
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whatever tears she might have had remaining were held in check for later that night, when she was again alone.
Karli returned to Roo’s side. “Are we going home?”
Roo shook his head. “As much as I would like to, I have business I must oversee.” He glanced at the distant afternoon sun. “I must discharge a debt before sundown. After that ... I don’t know.”
Karli nodded. “I must return to the children.”
Roo kissed her dutifully upon the cheek. “I’ll be home when I can.”
As Karli departed, Roo crossed to Helen. He studied the widow and thought what a fine and brave woman she was. Nothing like the beauty that Sylvia was, but nevertheless a woman who drew him.
She turned to find him staring at her, and he lowered his eyes. “I just wanted to repeat what I said today. Whatever you need, it is yours.”
Calmly she said, “Thank you.”
Without knowing why, he said, “You never have to thank me.” Then he impulsively took her hand in his and held it briefly, saying, “Never.”
Without waiting for her to say anything, he turned and left.
He rode without clear thought from the temple to Barret’s. Fatigue and emotions new to him made him unable to focus his mind. He thought of the struggle and the death, then he saw the face of Helen Jacoby.
The children, he would think, and then he would think of his own children.
His driver had to alert him to the fact he was outside of Barret’s, and he wearily made his way to his usual place of business. His three partners were wait-
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ing for him and he sat heavily, signaling to the waiter for a large cup of coffee.
Masterson said, “How did it go?”
“I got the gold,” answered Roo. He had intentionally not let his partners know about the recovery until now. His conversation with Duke James stuck in his mind, and he knew he needed to talk to his three partners while they were still frantic from worry.
“Praise be!” called Hume, while Crowley just sighed deeply.
Masterson said, “Where’s the gold?”
“On its way to pay off the note.”
“Good, good,” said Crowley.
Roo paused a moment, then said, “I want you to buy me out.”
Masterson said, “What?”
Roo said, “This is all going ton fast. We’re very vulnerable, and I find I spend most of my time on the Bitter Sea Company and not enough time on Avery and Son’s business.”
Crowley said, “Why should we buy you out?”
“Because I’ve earned the right to quit,” said Roo.
For emphasis he slammed his hand upon the table.
“I’m the one who fought a duel this morning to save our collective backsides. I don’t mind saving my own, but I didn’t see any of you gentlemen down there in the dark with a sword in your hand, fighting for your lives!”
Hume said, “Well, I mean, had we known . . .”
Crowley said, “I don’t think I’m persuaded we owe you any sort of quick exit, Mr. Avery.”
Masterson had been quiet, then he said, “So you think this partnership should be dissolved?”
Roo said, “Or at least reorganized.”
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Masterson smiled slightly. “How?”
“Let me buy controlling
interest,” said Roo, “if you won’t buy me out. Either way, I don’t care, but if I’m going to be putting my life on the line, it will be for my own interests.”
Masterson said, “You’re a fast one, Roo Avery. I think you’ll do fine with or without us. If you’re avid for a break, I’ll sell to you.”
Hume said, “This is all too much for me. I’m confused.” Crowley said, “Bah! This is just a trick to get me to step down as Presiding Officer of the Bitter Sea Company.”
“Sell me half your interests, gentlemen,” said Roo, “and I’ll make you rich. But I won’t put myself again in the position where I’m risking my life and my family’s future to protect your gold.”
Masterson laughed. “That’s right, Avery. I’ll tell you what: I’ll sell you just enough, if the others will, to give you control, but I won’t give you it all. It may have been your knack for a deal and your bloody damn luck that won us this wealth, but it was a lot of our gold at risk.”
Hume said, “I’ll do the same. I spend too much time here on Bitter Sea Company business and not enough on my other concerns.”
Crowley said, “Well, I won’t do it. Buy me out or sell to me, one or the other.”
Roo looked at Crowley and said, “What price?”
“To buy or to sell?”
The other three men laughed, and after a moment, Crowley did as well. “Very well,” said Crowley. “I’ll set you a price.” He picked up a quill and scribbled a total on it, then pushed it across to Roo.
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ridiculously high, and shook his head. He picked up the quill, drew a line through the total, wrote another one, and passed the parchment back to Brandon Crowley.
Crowley looked at the total. “That’s robbery!”
“Then I’ll take the first number as your offer to buy me out?” said Roo.
Masterson laughed. “He’s got you, Brandon.”
Crowley said, “I’ll take the difference between the two.”
Which was as Roo knew he would, so Roo said,
“Done!” To Hume and Masterson he said, “You gentlemen bear witness.”
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