Brian Pratt - The unsuspecting mage

Miko waves to them as they begin to leave. “Everything set?” James asks him.

“Yeah, I got the tent on the mule,” he answers.

“Then let’s go,” James says and then walks over toward their horses.

“What is that?” he asks as they approach the horses. On the back of the pack mule is the tent all right, but it looks like it was stuffed and tied up there without any effort made in compacting it.

He looks over at Miko and asks, “Ever folded a tent before?”

Shaking his head, Miko answers, “No, I’m a city boy.”

James begins to untie it from the horse, and then lays it on the ground. “Here, give me a hand and I’ll show you how to do it properly so it will be a much smaller package to handle.” Having never folded this particular type of tent, it takes him a couple of tries but they eventually get it down to a manageable size and secure it on the mule.

Then they mount up and begin to ride after the other band of bandits.

The rain continues to lessen throughout the morning until shortly after noon, when it stops altogether. Not long after the sun breaks through the clouds to bring a much welcomed relief to the sodden pair. James and Miko manage to maintain a quick pace as they try to catch up with the remaining bandits, only stopping for brief periods to rest the horses before continuing the search.

They pick up the trail about mid afternoon when they encounter a swath of grass that has recently been trampled. “I think we found their trail,” announces James.

“Looks like it,” Miko agrees. “What are we going to do when we find them?”

“Play it by ear,” he answers. “We won’t know what our options will be until we do.”

“I suppose,” he says. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Some,” replies James. “I should be recharged somewhat by the time we find them.”

“Recharged?” queries Miko.

Chuckling, James clarifies, “It’s a word from where I come from. It means that I will be able to do magic again.”

“Oh, that’s good,” says Miko.

A large group of tents with a makeshift corral set off to one side appears out of the horizon not long before dusk. The number of tents indicates a far larger group than they had anticipated. James has them enter a copse of trees from where they will be able to observe what’s going on inside the camp, yet will still be far enough away so they won’t be discovered.

“I think those are the horses,” Miko says, indicating the herd inside the corral.

“You are probably right,” agrees James. “But this is a far larger group than I anticipated. It looks like an army camp.”

Glancing questioningly to James, Miko asks, “How do you figure?”

“Several things,” James replies. “First of all the tents are lined up uniformly, in rows with the larger tents in the center. Second, they have patrols walking a perimeter around the encampment,” he points out three men who appear to be walking around the camp at distinct intervals.

“What do we do now?” Miko asks.

Thinking for a second, he replies, “Not much we can do, but it’s beginning to look as if the ladies will not be getting their horses back. Unless you think we should go down there and ask for them back?” Seeing the look of apprehension on his face, he can’t help but add, “Or attack?”

“Good heavens no!” Miko exclaims. “They’d kill us for sure.”

“Most likely,” agrees James. “We’ll hang out here for a while and see what’s going on.”

“Why?” Miko asks. “I mean if we are no longer planning on getting the horses back, what’s the point of staying here any longer than we need to?”

“You see Miko, I hate leaving things unanswered, and there are still several questions I’d like answers to.” James leans back against a tree and opens a saddle bag, taking out some travel rations to munch on while he watches the camp. He hands some over to Miko as well.

“Like what?” Miko asks in between bites.

Considering the question while he chews, James replies, “If that is an army of some kind, whose is it? I doubt if it belongs to Cardri. After all, why would the bandits take horses that they stole in their own territory to them? And if it isn’t, why are they here in the first place?”

“Mercenaries, maybe?” Miko suggests.

“Perhaps, though it doesn’t feel right,” James says. “Look at it like this, suppose the bandits that sacked the caravan and those over there are part of a much larger force. Remember that Madoc is under siege right now and has requested Cardri’s aid. What if these are working under orders from the Empire to sow fear here in Cardri? What would the result be?”

“I don’t know,” admits Miko.

“If the stability of Cardri is in question, then the king would be unlikely to send a large force to help Madoc against the Empire. After all, he needs to care for his own first.”

“But wouldn’t the Empire run the risk of going to war with Cardri if they are found out?” asks Miko.

“Most definitely,” agrees James. “Which brings me back to the questions needing answering.”

“So we are to just sit and wait?” Miko asks, not liking it.

“For the moment, yes,” James replies, then he turns his attention back to the encampment.

Miko sits and watches for a while before asking, “Why do you care?”

Glancing over to Miko, he asks, “Care about what?”

Pointing to the encampment, “Them. I mean, after all what does it have to do with you?”

“What do you mean?” he replies.

“You are not from here, why does it matter to you?” Miko clarifies.

“Some of those down there did a horrible thing when they killed all those people at the caravan,” explains James. “I would wish to hinder them for no other reason than that. Besides, people of good conscience must not stand idly by while bad people do bad things.”

“I understand,” Miko says, “I think.”

Smiling, James says, “Trust me, we are doing the right thing.”

They sit and watch until the sun begins settling closer to the horizon. At which point three horsemen emerge from the camp, riding hard to the north. Inside the camp, they begin to see activity as the tents start coming down.

“Looks like they are breaking camp,” James observes.

“Now what?” asks Miko.

“As much as I would like to know what those in the encampment are doing, I think we should go after the riders,” he says. Getting up, he quickly goes over and mounts his horse to follow the riders once they have ridden past. Miko moves to mount his as well. They wait upon their horses, hidden in the trees as the men first come abreast, then move pass, their hiding spot not more than a hundred feet from where they are watching. Once they are past and have moved further north, James and Miko emerge from the copse to set out after them.

James feels in his pocket to make sure his stones are there; glad to have picked them up earlier. Maintaining a good pace, they keep a discreet distance behind the riders, just within visual range.

“Looks like they’re heading for the bandits’ camp where we rescued the women,” James hollers over to Miko, once he realizes where the riders are heading.

Miko nods his agreement.

Suddenly from up ahead, they hear horns blaring and see the three riders turn and head back toward them at a full gallop. Coming into view behind the riders is a line of uniformed horsemen.

James brings his horse to a stop and dismounts.

“What are you doing?” Miko asks anxiously.

“Going to slow them up a bit,” he replies. Handing Miko his reins he says, “Here, hang on to this for a second.” He then turns and faces the riders who are coming fast.