Michael Mathias - The Wizard and the Warlord

“That’s eight people,” Phen said, smiling despite his concerns. “Any more men and we might as well armor up and tote a war banner.”

Oarly laughed. “Are you going in?”

At Phen’s nod, the dwarf pushed the door open and followed Marble Boy. Since Lord Gregory was there with the High King, Cresson, and the general, Oarly thought that Phen might be able to work out some more of the details that needed tending before they left.

Mikahl was speaking to Cresson as if he were someone else. Oarly recognized the mage’s blank look. He was in the middle of a sending spell. The idea of the magic made him shiver. After each phrase the High King spoke, Cresson repeated the words as if he were translating. A moment later Cresson would repeat what someone else replied to another mage in some distant place. The whole idea of it was as perplexing as it was disturbing. Oarly supposed that it wasn’t that much different from the resonating stones that dwarves used to communicate underground, but even those were foreign to him. Oarly took a sip of the flask on his hip and then started listening.

“…we welcome General Escott and the added protection the alliance force will give us, Your Highness,” Cresson repeated the words of someone else in a droll monotone. “Though I don’t see Xwarda as susceptible as Sir Hyden Hawk does. Nevertheless, his warnings will not go unheeded. His wisdom cannot be questioned. Our city would have fallen if not for him. All access to the Wardstone is being monitored relentlessly and the ship builders and other tradesmen who require pieces of it are being sifted as well as can be without questioning their honor or offending them.” Cresson paused and looked up at the High King expectantly.

“Tell Queen Willa that the general will be leaving Dreen in a matter of days with his troop. She should expect them in a few weeks. Tell Dugak that Master Oarly will not be able to join the group going underground this winter, he regrets, but duty has called him elsewhere. Assure Dugak and General Diamondeen that he is not on another bender; he is serving the realm.

“I will be departing with Queen Rosa to Westland soon. I want to spend the winter there. I haven’t been home, for any length of time, since my father died. Lord Gregory and Lady Trella will be in charge here, though the Lion Lord is leaving on a short journey on the morrow. I will have Master Sholt cast a sending when we arrive at Lakeside Castle. We miss you, Willa. Tell Starkle and Lady Andra we miss them, too.” Mikahl waited for Cresson to look up and then nodded that he was done speaking.

A few moments passed, then Cresson looked up. “Queen Willa says that she loves you as well,” the mage relayed. “Don’t go too hard on Phen, he’s just a boy. Master Oarly, though, knows better than to abscond without notice. We will prepare for the general’s arrival. If you happen to see King Jarrek, tell him to hurry back to Xwarda, at least for a visit.” Cresson looked up and appeared to be relieved that he had gotten through all of that. “That’s all she said, Highness.”

“I’m sure you’re tired, Cresson,” the High King said. “Queen Willa will go on and on if we let her. You’re excused for now. I will send someone for you, if need arises.”

“Thank you,” Cresson said as he bowed himself out of the room.

“General Escott, you’re excused from council until you’ve returned from Xwarda. I will want weekly reports sent via Master Sholt throughout the winter.”

“And I expect the same through Cresson,” Lord Gregory added.

The general nodded his understanding and followed Cresson out the door.

Once the door was bolted behind them, Lord Gregory laughed. “I still can’t believe I used to think Queen Willa was an old witch.” He shook his head. “It just goes to show how powerful rumors can be in shaping our views of the world.”

Feeling the informal mood take over the room, Phen finally spoke. “The rumor’s power was intensified by the fact that, for a couple of generations, Highwander and Westland had no direct communication.”

“I’m glad your brain wasn’t turned to stone.” Mikahl grinned at Phen. “You’re too fargin smart for us to do without.”

“Aye,” Lord Gregory agreed. “I can see why Hyden likes you so much. It’s his attachment to Master Oarly that I can’t figure out.”

“It’s me ability to adapt to any situation, and the way I can ignore the feeble wit of you Westland folk that he likes,” Oarly shot back with hands on hips.

“Hey,” King Mikahl said to the dwarf, “I’m a Westlander too, ya know.”

“My point exactly,” Oarly deadpanned.

Lord Gregory laughed out heartily.

“How long do you think we will be holed up in Hyden’s village?” asked Phen.

“At least eight weeks,” Mikahl answered. “If it were me, I would stay in one of those rabbit holes until spring.”

“Rabbit holes?” Oarly asked.

“Hyden’s people live in underground burrows that the giants made thousands of years ago,” Lord Gregory said.

“Well, at least they have good taste,” Oarly grunted his appreciation.

King Mikahl wrapped his arms around his shoulders and shivered. “It gets so blasted cold in those mountains that even the pack horses will have to be kept underground.”

“No wonder Hyden wanted me to bring so many books,” Phen chuckled.

“That reminds me,” Mikahl said as he strode over to the map table and retrieved a long leather bundle. “This is for you to deliver to Hyden. It’s the bow Vaegon gave him. You will never even begin to understand how much this means to Hyden. Guard it with your life.” The look in the High King’s eyes made Phen shiver.

“And don’t sit on it, lad,” Oarly said. “You’ll surely snap it in half if you do.”

“Another thing you should know,” Lord Gregory said. “The Skyler Clan doesn’t really like elves that much. Lady Telgra might not enjoy spending months cooped up with them.”

Mikahl nodded agreement with the Lion Lord. “For that matter, she might not care to go on with your group after she has restored her memory in the pond you’re going to visit.” He set his gaze on Phen again. “You should let her know the full extent of what she’s getting into. As valiant and helpful as her companions were to me, they won’t be told where she’s going, either. The location of the Skyler Clan’s village is to remain secret at all costs.”

Phen nodded that he understood, and he did. As attractive as she was to him, he was still of an age where the excitement of the upcoming journey was more powerful than his budding male urges. At least that was the case when she wasn’t in sight.

“I better talk to her,” Oarly said as seriously as he could manage. “Phen here is smitten by her beauty. He might get a little too excited and break off his magic wand.”

High King Mikahl and the Lion Lord shared a look then simultaneously burst into laughter as they realized what the dwarf was insinuating.

Phen sighed and scowled at them. Suddenly an idea came to him. It was hard to cast the spell without laughing or giving himself away, but he managed to do it unnoticed.

Phen pointed at a tangle of Oarly’s hair. “What is that?” he asked.

Oarly heard a buzzing sound where the boy was pointing and his laughter stopped immediately. He pulled at a wad of his hair and walked a full circle, craning his neck, trying to look at it. He resembled a dog chasing his own tail.

Phen gave Mikahl and the Lion Lord a wink as he grabbed Vaegon’s bow and quickly eased out of the room.

“What is it?” Oarly yelped as he danced in a circle. “Where did Phen go?” All of a sudden a half-dozen angry bees came out of the tangle and began swarming around his head. The dwarf began skipping and hopping and swatting like a madman, trying to bat them away.