The kender took first watch in the evening, unable to sleep from excitement. He talked to himself a lot, however, which kept the elf and goblin awake until the elf relieved the kender and forced him to get some sleep himself.
On the afternoon of the second day, the foot trail of the rangers merged with that of a larger party of humans with horses and wagons. The signs of a camp on the edge of the forest were fairly fresh, abandoned not more than a day ago. A bonfire had been built in a broad clearing; the large ash pile was still smoking slightly.
There was a grave, too, with an elf"s battered helmet pounded into the soil above it. The elf rested his hand on the soil for a few moments, then stood, said nothing. The goblin noticed, though, that the elf"s eyes seemed unusually red thereafter. The goblin shrugged; vengeance would make the wizard fight all the harder. And it meant one less elf in the world.
"We"ve got to move more carefully," said the kender, scuffing his bare feet through some flattened tall gra.s.s. "If they rest in the evenings, we could catch them as early as tomorrow morning. But they could catch us, too. We killed three of their scouts, but they might not miss them right away. It looks like they have about twenty men, probably in armor. They might have slaves, too. Those footprints right there are barefoot. The slaves probably stay in the wagons when the Istarians are traveling. Looks like children, maybe a woman, too."
"Where are they heading?" the elf asked, shading his eyes to look into the distance. The sky was overcast, but the cold sun managed to peek through irregular breaks in the clouds.
"East, probably back to Istar. It looks like a regular patrol, border checkers. They must all want to get back home. They used to come into the woods when I was small, but not so much lately. We should stay low and near trees whenever possible." The kender turned to look up at the elf.
"Say, what spells are you going to use when we find the humans, anyway?"
The elf looked down with a faint smile. "This was all your idea. I thought you knew."
"No, really," said the kender. "You"re a wizard. You should know about stuff like this. Are you planning to throw a blast of fire at them? Are you going to blow them up just like that? Can I watch if I"m quiet?"
The goblin, who had turned to continue the trek, stopped to hear the elf"s response. The same thought about their tactics had been going through his mind, too, but he had planned to ask about it this evening when they made camp. Would the elf do all the work for them?
The elf"s lips pressed tightly together. His face was now less puffy, but it was an off-green color, the bruises and cuts fading away slowly. "We"ll see," he said. "I have a few things with me that might help. I"ll need to think it out, but we should be able to put on quite a show. I doubt that the patrol will ever forget it."
The kender nodded with excitement, the goblin with satisfaction. The minotaur wandered on ahead to kick atsome rocks.
The kender"s guesswork on the location of the Istarians proved to be reasonably accurate. By late evening, even the goblin could tell that they were not far behind the humans.
The oddly a.s.sorted companions elected to camp for the night, forgoing a fire to prevent their being spotted. They planned to catch the humans on the following night. The elf guessed it would be their last chance to do so before the humans entered territory that was more heavily defended.
That evening, before the light in the sky was gone, the elf carefully outlined the plan he had developed for a.s.saulting the Istarian camp. He brought out the things that the order had gifted him with before he had left with the Sword of Change, and he went over their uses, point by point. It would be difficult to take on the Istarian force, especially since the four of them were far outnumbered.
But the elf pointed out that they had the weight of magic and surprise. If a kender and a goblin could kill three rangers, they certainly had a chance against the rest.
The kender was beside himself with excitement at the plans; the minotaur seemed indifferent and uninterested.
The goblin listened carefully to the explanation and fought to control his mounting tension. He mentally thanked himself for not having burned the wizard"s books and for the silver tongue it had taken to open up the elf"s foolish trust. This elf was truly dangerous. It seemed he could do everything.
And it was that very thought that brought back a tale the goblin had heard, and his blood ran cold with fear.
Nonetheless, he asked the question with earnest innocence.
He cleared his throat to get everyone"s attention. "Hear talk from men of Istar, back when, that priests of Istar hear you think when you not talk." The goblin tapped the side of his head with a red finger. "Maybe they do this to you or us, find us out?"
"I doubt that they have a priest with them, but it"s possible," the elf replied, unhappy with the thought. "I"ve heard about the priests" mind-reading, too. Only the more important priests can do that, but ... let"s hope for the best."
The goblin grinned. "Eh, hope for best, yes. Maybe you can do this listen-to-thoughts trick also, eh? You hear their thoughts so we know what they think?"
"No, I"m afraid not. There were a few spells I was never able to learn, and the mind-reading spell was one of them. I couldn"t learn to cast a fireball spell, either, but I think I"ve taken care of that. I"ve always wanted to throw a fireball, but what I"ve got is better."
The goblin laughed and nodded. His mind was safe.
His plans were secure. The relief he felt almost left him light-headed. He knew a White Robes wizard would not lie, and he was grateful for that flaw as much as he despised the elf for it.
The goblin busied himself, setting up camp without even being asked, which was unusual for him, but welcome by the elf and kender. The goblin had already come to terms with what he needed to do to get the sword at the least amount of risk to himself. All he needed was to lay his hands on the sword for a few seconds, long enough to make his wish, which he now knew by heart. After that, he"d have no worries at all. The elf took first watch that evening. The others bedded down in the darkness of a thicket at the foot of a hill. The minotaur simply stretched out on the ground, chains rattling, and was asleep almost at once. The goblin and kender bedded down as well. After long minutes of forcing his tension-tight stomach to settle down, the goblin closed his eyes and prepared to take a much-needed rest.
"Are you still awake?" came the kender"s voice. The goblin jerked, and his eyes opened instantly. Then he realized the kender wasn"t talking to him. The soft voice came from where the elf had gone on guard duty.
"Of course I"m awake," the elf said.
The goblin sighed and lifted his head slightly. With his night vision, he could see the elf settle down on the ground next to a log, about fifty feet away. The kender wandered out of the dark undergrowth and sat down by the elf. The little nuisance was wrapped in a blanket he had brought from the cave. The goblin tried to close his eyes to sleep, but found rest impossible now. He resigned himself to staying awake a while longer, watching the elf and kender and listening to them talk.
"I can"t sleep," the kender said, scooting closer to the elf. "I"m a little excited about tomorrow night. I"ve been in fights before, but never one like this. Is it bad to be excited like this?"
"No," said the elf. "I"m feeling a little ... er ... excited myself, but it will pa.s.s. Just remember your part, and when the time comes, you"ll be ready for it."
The kender sighed. "I hope so. I keep thinking about what it will be like, and I can"t seem to make my mind slow down enough to drop off. My head"s all full of things."
Your head is full, yes, thought the goblin. It is full of briars.
The elf grunted. "You know," he said, "I never did ask you what your name was. We"ve been so preoccupied that I never got around to it."
There was a little silence. "Well, I wasn"t really going to tell you, because I was talking with the goblin a few weeks ago when we first met, and he said he didn"t have a name. I figured it would be im-po-lite to tell him my name when he didn"t have one to tell me. My father taught me that word."
"Hmmm," said the elf. "Well, so you"re worried about offending what"s-his-name, the goblin?"
"Yeah," said the kender, scooting a little closer to the elf. "So you can"t tell me your name, either. We have to be fair."
The goblin gently shook his head in disgust. He had long ago given up trying to plumb the depths of the kender"s bizarre mind. It simply made no sense. Still, he felt odd hearing the kender"s reason for never telling his name. It made the goblin vaguely uncomfortable, and he couldn"t say why.
The little guy was now practically stuck to the elf"s side. The elf raised his arm and hung it back over the fallen log to keep from poking the kender in the head with his elbow.
"Magic is great," said the kender. "I never knew you had so much magic. I"ve wanted to see magic all my life because my parents always told stories about it. They saidit was the most marvelous thing, but it wasn"t fair because kender couldn"t cast magic, no matter how hard they studied. But elves and humans knew how. Is that true?"
"I"m afraid there"s some truth to that," the elf said.
"Kender can cast spells if they serve the G.o.ds, but the Orders of High Sorcery are closed to them." He shrugged his shoulders, but his voice betrayed a certain relief at his words.
The goblin was appalled. A kender casting spells? The very idea was chilling. G.o.ds above, there was enough trouble in the world already. Istar would be less of a threat than a kender wizard.
"By the way," said the elf. "That"s mine."
"What? Oh! I"m sorry." The kender handed something back to the elf. "It fell out of your pocket."
The elf put the item on the ground far away from the kender. "If I lose anything else, I won"t be able to cast any spells tomorrow," he warned.
"Oh," said the kender. There was a pause. "Here. I found these, too."
The elf took the offered items with a deep sigh.
Thanks," he said, and all was quiet for a while.
"I used to ask my parents if I could learn to cast magic when I got older," the kender said. "My mother said maybe it was a good thing I couldn"t, since if you want to become a magic-user, you have to pa.s.s a test, and they make you do terrible things in the test. Is that true?"
The elf was silent for perhaps a minute. It was a differ ent kind of silence than merely thinking. The goblin found himself turning his head to hear better, straining to hear more.
The kender poked the elf gently in the side with an elbow.
"What?" asked the elf blankly. "Oh, the test. Yes, we do have to take the Test of High Sorcery. The test doesn"t really make you do terrible things, but you ... you have to ... um ... go through some terrible things. The bad things just ... happen to you. I don"t think I want to talk about my test right now. I want to keep my mind clear and ready for tomorrow."
"Oh." There was a brief silence. "Would I have made a good magic-user? I"m thirteen now. Is that old enough to be a wizard?"
The news surprised the goblin. He had seen very few kender in his life, but because they had all looked to be the size of human children, he never thought twice about this kender"s age, a.s.suming it was about thirty or so. Thirteen was far younger than he had expected of someone, especially a kender, with so much ability at wilderness survival and lore.
"Thirteen is a little young," the elf finally commented.
"But a few wizards start not long after that age. Some slightly younger."
The kender seemed to be thinking hard about something after that. Finally, he blurted out, "Could you cast a spell for me?"
The goblin blinked in shock. What?
"Well, I could," said the elf slowly, "but most of the spells I have right now should be saved for tomorrow night." He paused for a moment, then said, "I suppose Icould try one small thing. I can relearn a new spell in its place in the morning."
The kender leaned forward in excitement. "Really? A real spell?"
He dropped his voice, glancing back at the goblin and minotaur. The goblin closed his eyes, though he figured they"d never know if he was awake or not unless he moved around.
"All right, I"m ready!" the kender whispered. "You won"t set anything on fire, will you? It"s awfully dry out here and it hasn"t rained in the last five days. Anything but that is fine."
"Don"t worry," the elf said softly, and he raised his hands. "IMPILTEH PEH."
A faint blue light - a tiny ball the size of a fingernail - began to glow in the darkness between the elf"s fingers. The goblin caught his breath, not daring to make a sound and reveal himself. He had never seen magic before; either, and the sight of it frightened him as much as it excited and fascinated him.
The elf"s fingers began a slow, waving dance around the ball, and the ball responded by moving from one hand to the other, swaying back and forth. In a moment, the ball divided into two b.a.l.l.s of equal size, then each ball divided again and there were four, then eight, each rolling to the rhythm of the elf"s hands. By the faint, mobile light, the goblin could see the kender"s eyes shining.
The elf"s hands moved, altering the pattern. The eight blue b.a.l.l.s began to chase each other in a small circle, changing colors from blue to violet, then to red, orange, yellow, green, and blue again. The b.a.l.l.s began to change colors out of sequence with each other, whirling around between the elf"s outspread fingers as he manipulated their magical essence. They formed an oval pattern in the air, chasing each other faster and faster, until they were a single, unbroken cord of golden light that gyrated like a coin rolling on its edge in a tight circle, just before falling flat.
The elf"s lips pursed, concentrating on the pattern. The circle began changing shape as it revolved in the air, taking the form of a square, then a triangle, then a five-pointed star. Then its shape altered even more: a flying bird, a leaping rabbit, a swimming fish, all whirling around without sound.
The elf"s fingers changed the pattern again. Now it was deep glowing green, a narrowing column that revolved more slowly until it stopped over one outstretched palm and began to grow leaves like a live plant. Each leaf appeared in outline, then filled in with soft color; thorns formed on the main stem. The top of the plant bloomed into a bright red bud, which slowly grew until a rose of crimson light reached up toward the sky.
The elf uttered a soft word, and the plant collapsed into a small ball of pale white light. In moments, it formed a mouselike shape that scampered around on the mage"s palm with lifelike curiosity. When it had finished exploring the hand, the mouse stood up on its back legs, did a short dance, took a deep bow to the kender and wizard, and vanished into a dot of light that slowly faded from sight.
It was completely dark now. The goblin had forgottenhow to breathe. He slowly shut his mouth, unable to believe it was over. He blinked and resisted the urge to rub his eyes. It was magic. Real magic.
Then he heard the kender sniffle.
He looked at the little figure by the elf"s side. Both of the kender"s hands were pressed to his face, covering his eyes. The kender suddenly drew in a ragged breath and began to cry.
The elf"s arm dropped over the kender"s shoulders.
"What"s wrong?" he asked in confusion.
The kender leaned into the elf"s chest as he wept, his thin body shaking. Long minutes pa.s.sed in the night as the goblin watched.
"My mamma and daddy told me magic was beautiful,"
the kender sobbed. "They said they had never seen it before, but they knew it was good. They wanted to see it so badly but no one would show them. They told me that humans weren"t all bad, and maybe someday a human or an elf would show us some magic if we were patient with them. They didn"t think humans would hurt them, but the humans did. The humans hurt them, they hurt my mamma and daddy a lot and I couldn"t help them because I was too scared and I hid, and when the humans were gone, I had to bury them and say the goodbye prayers like they taught me.
I was too scared to help them, even when they were really hurt bad. I wish I had magic then so I could have helped them. They wanted to see magic so bad." He shook as he wept, his face hidden in the elf"s clothes.
The goblin realized that his hands were clenched into cold, trembling fists. Something burned in his eyes; it was hard to see. Slowly, the goblin unclenched his hands and covered his hot face with them. He hated weakness, he had hated it all his life, and now he was filled with it. He hated himself for it, and it was all the kender"s fault - the d.a.m.ned, weak, stupid, wretched kender. Wet streams flowed down the goblin"s cheeks, and he bit his lower lip until he tasted blood.
Tomorrow, he thought. Let tomorrow come fast.
No stars were out. A tall fire burned just up the slope of the hill, visible through the thick trees and under-brush.
The crickets called from all around.
"So you think you know how to handle that elf girl?"
the grinning guard said. "You think she"s not too much of a match for you?"
The smiling guard had turned to face his companion, who was bending over to pick up firewood. The goblin drove his knife into the grinning man"s lower back, straight through his leather armor. The guard knew instinctively he was going to die, the pain was so great. He was terrified and tried to scream, but the scream wouldn"t come out through the goblin"s calloused hand that was clamped over his mouth and face, twisting his head back with incredible force. The man reached back to grab his attacker, but agony filled his head and made him forget everything. The goblin let the body sag to the ground.
"You bet I can handle her," said the guard picking up the firewood. He crouched down to adjust the load in hisarms, reaching for a few more pieces. "Good redeems its own, they say, and I"m gonna redeem that elf girl before she gets to Istar. She"s gonna know the ways of man, and I"m gonna be the head priest. They can have the other slaves.
I"ve waited too long to pa.s.s this one up."
He picked up the last piece of wood, and the goblin slapped his hand tightly over the man"s mouth and pulled him into his hard chest. The razor-sharp blade sliced swiftly through his throat. The man knew what was happening, but could do nothing to stop it, and trying to scream did nothing useful at all.
Then it was quiet again in the night woods, and soon the crickets began to chirp. Everything smelled of blood.
The goblin grinned, wiped off his blade, and moved on through the wood. He felt no weakness at all now, not with the spell of magical strength the elf had cast upon him. He thought he could lift a horse now if he wanted to, maybe ten horses. And he wore a ring that altered the sounds around him, so a man would think he had heard an owl hoot if the goblin spoke, or heard the wind blow if he walked up. It was too good to be true. In his excitement, he barely noticed the cold.
The main encampment of Istarians was on the hilltop, packed tightly around the bonfire in the chill air. Down the slope, in a clearing, half hidden from the hilltop by trees, was a cl.u.s.ter of several wagons and all the Istarians" horses.
The elf had scouted ahead with his spells and reported finding slaves in one wagon: an elven woman, an old dwarf, and three children - human or elven, he couldn"t tell.
The other three wagons were empty. The kender"s estimate of twenty men was close; the goblin guessed twenty-four - twenty-one now that he had killed three men in the last few minutes of circling the camp.
The elf and minotaur were down by the wagons, attacking the guards there. The elf cast a spell that silenced the minotaur"s rattling chains. The goblin crouched down, pulled a thin, ceramic flask from a leather pouch on his rope belt. It was time. Uncorking the lid, he drank the contents, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his face at the bitter taste. Wiping his mouth, he stood up, tossed the flask aside, and moved toward the firelight in a crouch. He had to reach the top of the hill before the kender arrived with the fireball.
Every step of the way, the goblin pictured the sword.
He saw himself holding it instead of his machete, and saw himself after he made his wish, the one wish, the only wish.
The thought almost made him hurry too fast and give himself away to the humans, who were directly ahead of him. He dropped down behind a tree and faded into the darkness. He was only two hundred feet from the fire on top of the hill.