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Authors: Jon Bender

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“Now, what was that?” Cribble demanded.

Sliding down the wall into a sitting position, Jaxom shook his head. “I don’t know.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

              As Cribble and his men gathered a larger force to sweep the cells, Jaxom headed to one of the small dining areas near the kitchens. He had just sat down to eat a plate of roasted pork when everyone in the room stood up. Corin entered with a pair of his personal guard half a step behind him. As he approached, Corin gestured for Jaxom to remain seated. Sitting down opposite him, Corin eyed the food then plucked a particularly juicy piece of pork from Jaxom’s plate and began eating. Jaxom gave him a withering glare.

              “Not an hour out of your death bed, and you are off fighting nine foot tall monsters in my cellar?” Corin said, otherwise appearing to concentrate on his pork. “One would think a loyal vassal would inform his lord when he intended such things.”

              “It was only seven feet tall, and it’s not like I went looking for the damn thing.” Jaxom said, taking the bait.

              Corin gave a small smile of victory. “That’s beside the point. You were only supposed to investigate the shades.” He plucked some peas from Jaxom’s plate.

              Jaxom gave his friend an evil look. “I did that. Something was there waiting for me.”

              “Waiting for you?” Corin said, leaning back.

              “Yes. It was in the room with the bodies. I believe that when it realized I had seen it, it tried to kill me.”

              Corin looked around, as if signaling that this was not the place to have such a discussion. He stood and motioned for Jaxom to follow. Lamenting his unfinished meal, Jaxom complied. As they left the dining hall, the king’s personal guard maintained an unobtrusive distance that allowed them a measure of privacy.

              “What do you mean something was waiting for you?” Corin asked.

              “When I was in the shade’s memories, something powerful found me,” Jaxom heard his voice shaking.

              “Do you have any idea what it was?”

              “No, but I think I have a way to find out,” Jaxom said and instantly regretted it. On the trip from the holding cells, Jaxom had thought over what he had seen in the shade’s memories. The man on the throne must have been their leader. He did not think the man had been the source of the voice, but he was connected to it. The shades had traveled south for nearly two weeks, moving only at night, which gave Jaxom a good idea of where they came from. All signs pointed to the great forest. “I believe the shades came from the Teriken Forest.”

              “That’s at least a ten-day ride from here.” Corin shook his head. “I can’t send you north while the Azurian and Dradon armies creep toward us from the South.”

              “If we win this war but don’t stop whoever started it, they will just try again. We need to know what we are up against,” Jaxom said. Corin stopped and stood staring at a painting depicting a beautiful blond woman in a long, flowing red dress. Jaxom could almost see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. “You’re right. I would rather have you with me when all this starts, but my reasons are more personal than strategic.” Breaking his gaze from the picture, he looked at Jaxom. “You can be handy in a fight.” 

              “You’ll allow me to go, then?” 

              “Yes, though I’d rather not. I can’t devote a lot of men to this little… adventure,” Corin said, continuing to walk, “but I won’t let you go alone.”

              Jaxom had envisioned himself simply riding out alone, but bringing others was sounding better and better. Besides Corin, Celia, and Nelix, he didn’t have any friends, and all hands would be needed in the kingdom to face the coming invasion. Not for the first time, Jaxom ached at having so few people in his life.

              “You can take three of the guard if you wish,” Corin offered.

              “Cribble,” Jaxom said on impulse, “and let him pick two more.” He did not know why he had picked Cribble. By all accounts the man despised what he was, but the Captain had just proven himself willing to put prejudice aside when needed as he had done down in holding cells.

              “Cribble?” Corin sounded as surprised as Jaxom felt by his own choice. “You’re sure?”

              As Jaxom thought about his decision, it became more of the logical choice. He didn’t like Cribble anyway. If he was going to risk someone else’s life, why not his? That was a horrible way to think of it, but there it was. He then remembered that two other men he did not know would also be taking the same risks.

              “Yes, have Cribble look for volunteers,” Jaxom said.

              Corin began laughing loudly. “Oh, Captain Cribble is just going to love this. He has no choice, but he has to ask for volunteers. You, my friend, have a mean sense of humor.”

              Jaxom had not considered the implications, but found that he enjoyed the idea of it. “Do you think he’ll have a hard time?”

              “Dozens of men will jump at the chance,” Corin replied.

              “What do you mean?”

              “You truly have no idea what goes on in this palace, do you?” Corin’s laughter resumed. “You’ve become quite the hero among the men. Even those who were not there last night know what you did. They know that you saved many lives, possibly even mine. So no, I don’t think he will have any problem finding volunteers.”

              Jaxom considered. That explained why the Guard had been saluting him. “We’ll need horses, supplies, and money.”

              “Anything else?” Corin said.

              “How strong are your ties to Sarinsha’s temple?” Jaxom asked. “Strong enough. They will provide a priest if I require one. The clergy have as much a vested interest in Ale’adaria winning as we do. The citizens of Dradon and Azuria do not have the choice of worshipping what gods they choose. If we are conquered, all the people will be commanded to worship Trell.”

              “Good, will you send word that we require the services of Da’san?”

              “I’ll have a messenger sent to the temple, and I’ll inform Cribble myself that you requested him.” He began laughing again. “I assume that you’ll only need four horses for the journey as you’ll be riding that creature that has been frightening my stable staff?”

              In truth, Jaxom had forgotten his risen mare. Looking inward, he could still feel the small trickle of magic reanimating the horse.

              “Four will do,” Jaxom said.

              “See the Quarter Master, and tell him what you need. He will see to it that everything is waiting in the stables when you’re ready. I will also have Cribble inform you when he has his volunteers,” another small chuckle. Jaxom nodded to his friend, who gave him a pat on the shoulder before moving down the hall. His two guards shadowing every footsteps.

              After visiting the Quarter Master, Jaxom found Celia in her rooms with Nelix going over battle plans. They, with other lords and officers, were to take a small force to the south in an attempt to harass the invaders while the king assembled the main army. This would buy the people time to flee north out of harm’s way. Jaxom explained what had transpired, and what he was to do.  At first, Celia demanded to send twenty of her own soldiers with him. He eventually got her to see that so many men would not be able to move freely. Nelix, in his usual stoic manner, shook his hand and wished him good luck.             

              Back in his room, Jaxom loaded a pack with spare clothing. He grabbed a dagger from the stand near his bed and secured it to his belt next to a money pouch. The treasurer had given him a hefty sum totaling twenty gold and forty silver pieces.

With nothing to do but wait, he pulled a book from his shelf titled
The Teriken
and sat down to read. The book mostly covered the forest’s trees and geographical boundaries, which stretched for hundreds of miles north to the mountains and west to the edge of the ocean. The author conceded that he had never been deep within the forest himself, and described some of the strange animals that had been reported near its borders at night. The book also contained a brief history, most of which Jaxom already knew. The Teriken had not had any known inhabitants since before the Mage Wars, but the author could only speculate as to why. All such knowledge had been lost during the war.

              A loud knock at his door drew his attention away from the book. He opened it to find a disgruntled Cribble in full chain armor. “Everything is ready,
Magus
.” Cribble even made Jaxom’s proper title sound like an insult.

              Scooping his black traveling cloak from the chair, Jaxom followed Cribble out. At the stables, all the horses had been saddled and readied. His own mare stood unmoving at a distance from the others. The stable boy was busy securing her stirrup while all the other staff kept their distance. For his part, the boy seemed completely at ease.

              Cribble joined the small group of guards who stood talking amongst themselves. Da’san in his blue robes waited quietly next to a guard whose back was turned to Jaxom. Next to him, stood a man wearing a light leather jerkin with a recurve bow slung over his shoulder. A quiver of arrows hung from his right hip and a short sword from the left. The bowman was as young as Da’san, around twenty-one years, with short blond hair and, like Da’san, a bright smile that never quite seemed to leave his face. The group quieted when they saw him, all but Cribble watching him expectantly.

              Da’san broke the silence. “Hello again, Magus. I did not expect to be seeing you so soon.”

              “Yes. It seems I need your help once more. Thank you again for the healing.” The priest bowed his head in recognition.

              “Allow me to introduce Brenin,” Da’san said, indicating the bowman, whose salute drew a loud snort from Cribble. “And Jerup.”

              As Jerup turned to Jaxom and saluted as well, the long cut on his face and his greying beard made him instantly recognizable. “You were in the hall last night.”

              “Yes, Magus. I would not be standing here now, and my wife and children would be mourning me, if you had not been there. When Captain Cribble said you were looking for volunteers, I knew this is how I would repay you.”

              “They may mourn you yet,” Jaxom said, wincing a little at the harshness of his words.

              “The odds could not be any worse than they were last night, and I owe a debt,” he replied. Jaxom nodded and looked to the smiling bowman.

              “I have never been outside the city before, Magus. This is as good a time as any to see some more of the kingdom,” Brenin said.

              Cribble sighed and looked at Jaxom. “He is young and inexperienced, but he is the best archer I know.”

              “He will do just fine,” Jaxom said, gratified to see the bowman square his shoulders a little more. “Let us begin. We only have another three hours of daylight.”

The boy had just finished setting the bit in the mouth of Jaxom’s risen mare, a completely unnecessary piece of equipment. Jaxom did not need the small metal piece to control the animal, but the reins would help to keep him secure on its back.

“She wasn’t any trouble was she?”

“No, Magus. She just stands there unless I lead her. She won’t move for anyone else.”

The mare had been brushed down well, which had probably taken a good amount of courage from the boy. Untying his money pouch, Jaxom fished a silver out and flipped it to the boy who caught the coin and looked from his hand to Jaxom and back again. It was probably more then he earned in a month. Stuffing the pouch into a saddlebag for safekeeping, Jaxom climbed into the saddle and led the way out through the stable gates. His small band followed behind in single file.

They traveled away from the palace into the main part of the city where the streets were busy with pedestrians going about their business. Women carried groceries while laboring men hauled boxes to various store fronts. Nobles in fine clothes rode along, taking no notice of the commoners around them, and people selling wares from small carts called out their goods to those passing by. Jaxom felt a tension in the air. Everyone knew by now that a war was coming.

As they passed a brothel, women dressed in scandalous clothing called out to them. Brenin waved to one of the women and smiled broadly. She winked and blew him a kiss. Cribble rode up beside the young man and slapped him on the back of the head. Jaxom noticed people staring at him. Mothers pointed at him and whispered to their children. At the gate, they passed a column of soldiers and wagons carrying supplies into the city. These men were not as well trained as the city Guard, but they made up the bulk of the kingdom’s fighting force. Once through the iron portcullis, Jaxom slowed so they could all ride abreast on the wide road.

“Where are we heading?” Cribble asked.

“North,” Jaxom said.

“North? Where north?” Cribble pressed.

“The Teriken Forest.”

“Great, we are looking for a deadly enemy in a cursed forest, just the five of us. I’m glad I had my will scribed before we left,” Cribble said.

“Did you think it would be easy?” Jaxom demanded, though he couldn’t be angry with the man. Cribble was right, but that didn’t mean they had a choice.

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