Brian Pratt - The star of Morcyth

Getting up, Ellinwyrd says, “Follow me.” Moving to the door of his sanctum, he opens it and passes through with James right behind.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“To get you suitable attire,” is the reply.

Following Ellinwyrd, he moves along the hallway and ascends up a flight of stairs to the next level. Upon reaching the second floor, they move down the hallway and come to a halt before the third door on the right. Removing a key from his robe, he opens the door and enters.

A lone window gives the room some light and James can see this is some kind of storage room. Several chests and dressers are placed about the room as well as two wardrobes.

Ellinwyrd goes over to a table and lights the candle to give them more light, then walks over to one of the wardrobes. “It’s amazing what accumulates over the years,” he says as he opens the door.

Within are five sets of clothes hanging from hangers. All are of good quality and two look to be about James’ size. One is green and the other is a dark brown color. “Take your pick,” he says as he moves back to give him some room. “These were left by various apprentices I’ve had over the years.”

James removes the dark brown set and says, “I like this one.”

“That will do nicely,” he says. “We’ll go down the hall to a room where you can dress without worrying about getting dust all over them.”

Blowing the candle out, he replaces it back on the table and then leads James out of the room and down the hall. Two doors down, he pauses in front of the door as he says, “You can use this one to change.”

Nodding, James opens the door and enters. The room on the other side has but a single bed and dresser, a plain room all things considered. Laying the clothes on the bed, he commences changing. As he’s putting on the new set, he debates whether to wear his slug belt or not. They can always have me remove it if it’s a problem. Securing it around his waist, he then slips the jerking over his head and secures the outer belt around his middle. The jerking effectively hides his slug belt and hopefully no one will even notice.

Once he’s finished, he bundles his old clothes together and leaves the room. Outside, Ellinwyrd nods when he sees him, “That will do nicely. You can keep them, they’ve been here for years and I doubt if the original owner will be coming back for them.”

“Thank you,” he replies in appreciation. These are much better than the ones he had to wear back in Corillian. Thank goodness revealing tights are not the current fashion here in Cardri.

Ellinwyrd takes his old bundle of clothes from him and says, “I’ll have these returned to your inn if you like?”

“Yes, that would be fine,” he says. “I’m staying at the Silver Bells.”

“Ah, Miss Gilena’s fine establishment,” he says, nodding. “I’ll have them sent over there right away.”

“Thank you,” he says.

Returning to Ellinwyrd’s sanctum, he pulls on the rope chord to summon a page. When Michael arrives, he tells him to escort James to the Royal Court.

“Follow me sir,” he says as he leads the way out of the Archives.

Once out the main doors and back onto the street, Michael leads James over to the castle. James smiles when he realizes it’s to the castle they’ll be going. Despite his trepidation at appearing before the Royal Court, the thought of being inside a castle makes him smile.

Taking him to the gates Michael doesn’t even hesitate as he passes through. James follows close as he gazes at the way the castle was put together. There are many similarities between this one and the one he had the pleasure to experience in Lythylla during his time with Lord Pytherian.

Once past the gates, they enter the main courtyard of the castle and the page turns slightly to the right as he makes for an entryway on the far side. The hallway on the other side of the entryway leads deep into the castle. James notices several portcullises in the ceiling above which could be dropped to block the entrance in the event of an attack.

A hundred feet down, another corridor intersects with the one they’re in and the page turns down it to the right. Ahead of them, the corridor opens up onto a large room with many seats and couches. Half of the available seats are filled by other’s who are probably waiting their turn to appear before the Royal Court.

Guards are positioned around the room, a dozen in all. Four stand before an impressive set of double doors which must be the entrance to the Court. An officious looking man sees them enter and moves to intercept them.

The man glances to Michael who says, “Ellinwyrd asked me to escort this gentleman here.”

“Indeed?” he asks, now turning his attention to James. “And what business do you have here?”

Reaching into his pouch, he withdraws the summons and hands it to him.

Taking the letter, the man opens it and begins reading. After only a second, his eyes flick to James, really looks at him for the first time and then hands the letter back. “I shall let them know you’ve arrived,” he says. “You may wait here until they’re ready for you.”

“Very well,” replies James.

The man then turns and proceeds over to the double doors and passes through. James catches a brief glimpse of the room on the other side. A short hallway which opens up on a large audience hall, crowded with spectators. Before he can get a better look, the door shuts.

Glancing around the room, he finds a vacant chair over against the wall across from the doors and makes his way over. Sitting down, he leans back comfortably and takes in the people waiting in the room with him.

Several look like local business men while others appear to be of a higher social standing. One gentleman in particular is dressed in clothes of obvious superior quality and has what can only be called an ‘uppity’ attitude. James wonders what such a man is doing here.

“Excuse me?” a voice next to him brings him out of his reverie.

A man of low standing judging by the state of his clothes is standing next to him. “Yes?” he says.

“Wonder how long they’ll be in there?” the man asks.

Shrugging, James replies, “I don’t know. Probably as long as they want.”

“True,” agrees the man. He has a beat up hat in his hands which he is nervously fidgeting with.

“Nervous?” James asks.

“What?” the man asks, seeming to have spaced out for a moment. Coming back to the moment, he says, “A little.”

James wishes the man would just go bother someone else, he has way too much on his mind.

Just then, the doors to the audience chamber open and the officious looking man appears. “Farmer Tibbins?” he states loudly.

The man next to James suddenly drops his hat and his face turns pale. “H…here,” he stammers, voice cracking.

“The Royal Court is ready for you,” the man tells him.

Bending over to pick up his hat, James can see his hands are visibly shaking. “Relax,” he says quietly to farmer Tibbins.

The hat again in his hands, he glances at James and then makes his way to the double doors. After he’s passed through, the doors once more close shut.

One by one, the people who were there ahead of him are summoned through the double doors, none of which come back out. James figures there must be another exit for those with whom the Court is finished.

Most of the people are not nearly as nervous as farmer Tibbins had been, perhaps they’re simply petitioners for one thing or another. He sits there and wonders just what that farmer had done which would warrant such a reaction of nervousness. He may never know.

Over an hour after he initially arrived, the doors open up and the officious looking man announces, “The mage known as James.”