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The forestlands of Silvanost stretched below like a s.h.a.ggy green carpet, extending to the far horizons and beyond. Huge winged shadows flickered across the ground, marking the path of the griffons. The creatures flew in great V-shaped wedges, several dozen griffons in each wedge. These formations spread across more than a mile.
Kith-Kanan and Sithas rode the first two of the mighty beasts, flying side by side toward their home. The forest had stretched below them for two days, but now, in the far distance, a faint glimmer of ivory light appeared. They soared faster than the wind, and swiftly that speck became identifiable as the Tower of the Stars. Soon the lesser towers of Silvanost came into view, jutting above the treetops like a field of sharp spires.
As they left the wilderness behind, Kith-Kanan thought fondly of the giant they had grown to know. One-Tooth had waved to them from the snow-filled valley until the fliers had vanished from sight. Kith-Kanan still remembered his one tusklike tooth bobbing up and down in a forlorn gesture of farewell.
They followed the River Thon-Thalas toward the island that held the elven capital.
The griffons streamed into a long line behind them, and several of them uttered squawks of antic.i.p.ation as they descended. Five hundred feet over the river, they raced southward, and soon the whole city sprawled below them.
The creatures shrieked and squalled, alarming the good citizens of Silvanost so much that, for several minutes, there existed a state of general panic, during which time most
elves a.s.sumed that the war had come home to roost via some arcane and potent human ensorcelment.
Only when the two blond-haired elves were spotted did the panic turn to curiosity and wonder. And by the time Sithas and Kith-Kanan had circled the palace grounds and then led their charges in a gradual downward spiral toward the Gardens of Astarin, the word had spread. The emotions of the Silvanesti elves exploded into a spontaneous outpouring of joy.
Nirakina was the first to meet the twins as the great creatures settled to the ground.
Their mother"s eyes flowed with tears, and at first she could not speak. She took turns kissing each of them and then holding them at arms" length, as if making sure that they were alive and fit.
Beyond her, Sithas saw Tamanier Ambrodel, and his spirit was buoyed even higher.
Lord Ambrodel had returned from his secret mission to Thorbardin. Loyally, he had stayed discreet about what he had learned. Now he might have decisive news about a dwarven alliance in the elven war.
"Welcome home, Your Highness," Ambrodel said sincerely as Sithas clasped the lord chamberlain"s shoulders.
"It"s good to see you here to greet me! We will talk as soon as I can break away."
Ambrodel nodded, the elf"s narrow face reflecting private delight.
Meanwhile, the griffons continued to descend into the gardens, and across the gaming fields, and even into many of the nearby vegetable plots. They shrieked and growled, and the good citizens of the city gave them wide berth. Nevertheless, each griffon remained well behaved once it landed, moving only to preen its feathers or to settle weary wings and legs. When they had all landed, they squatted comfortably on the ground and took little note of the intense excitement surrounding them.
Kith-Kanan, with a barely noticeable limp, took his mother"s arm as Hermathya and a dozen courtiers emerged from the Hall of Audience. Lord Quimant walked, with a quick stride, at their head.
"Excellency!" he cried in delight, racing forward to warmly embrace the Speaker of the Stars.
Hermathya approached a good deal more slowly, greeting her husband with a formal kiss. Her greeting was cool, though her relief was obvious even through her pretense of annoyance.
"My son!" Sithas said excitedly. "Where is Vanesti?"
A nursemaid stepped forward, offering the infant to his father.
"Can this be him? How much he"s changed!" Sithas, with a sense of awe, took his son in his arms while the crowd quieted. Indeed, the elfin child was much larger than when they had departed, nearly half a year earlier. His blond hair grew thick upon his scalp. As his tiny eyes looked toward his father, Vanesti"s face broke into a brilliant smile.
For several moments, Sithas seemed unable to speak. Hermathya came to him and very gently took the child. Turning away from her husband, her gaze briefly met Kith- Kanan"s. He was startled by the look he saw there. It was cool and vacant, as if he did not exist. It had been many weeks since he had thought of her, but this expression provoked a brief, angry flash of jealousyand, at the same time, a reminder of his guilt.
"Cometo the palace, everyone!" Sithas shouted, throwing an arm around his brother"s shoulders. "Tonight there will be a feast for all the city! Let word be spread immediately! Summon the bards. We have a tale for them to hear and to spread across the nation!"
The news carried through the city as fast as the cry could pa.s.s from lips to ear, and all the elves of Silvanost prepared to celebrate the return of the royal heirs. Butchers slaughtered prime pigs, casks of wine rumbled forth from the cellars, and colorful lanterns swiftly sprouted, as if by magic, from every tree, lamppost, and gate in the city.
The festivities began immediately, and the citizenry danced in the streets and sang the great songs of the elven nation.
Meanwhile, Sithas and Kith-Kanan joined Lord Regent Quimant and Lord Chamberlain Tamanier Ambrodel in a small audience chamber. The regent looked at the chamberlain with some surprise and turned to Sithas with a questioning look. When the Speaker of the Stars said nothing, Quimant cleared his throat and spoke awkwardly.
"Excellency, perhaps the lord chamberlain should join us after the conclusion of this conference. After all, some of the items I have to report are of the most confidential nature." He paused, as if embarra.s.sed to continue.
"Indeed, in this nearly half a year that you have been absent, I must report that the lord chamberlain has not in fact been present in the capital. He only returned recently, from his family estates. Apparently matters of his clan"s business interests took precedence over affairs of state."
"Tamanier Ambrodel has my complete confidence. Indeed," Sithas replied, "we may find that he has reports to make as well."
"Of course, my lord," Quimant said quickly, with a deep bow.
Quimant immediately started to fill them in on the events that had occurred during their absence.
"First, Sithelbec still stands as strong as ever." The lord of Clan Oakleaf antic.i.p.ated Kith-Kanan"s most urgent question. "A messenger from the fortress broke through the
lines a few weeks past, bringing word that the defenders have repulsed every attempt to storm the walls."
"Good. It is as I hoped," Kith replied. Nevertheless he was relieved.
"However, the pressure is increasing. We have word of a team of dwarven engineersTheiwar, apparentlyaiding the humans in excavating siege works against the walls. Also, the number of wild elves throwing in their lot with Ergoth is increasing steadily. There are more than a thousand of them, and apparently they have been formed into a "free elf company"."
"Fighting their own people?" Sithas was aghast at the notion. His face reddened with controlled fury.
"More and more of them have questioned the right of Silvanost to rule them. And an expedition of the wild elves of the Kagonesti arrived here shortly after you left to plead for an end to the bloodshed."
"The ign.o.ble sc.u.m!" Sithas rose to his feet and stalked across the chamber before whirling to face Quimant. Vivid lines of anger marred his face. "What did you tell them?"
"Nothing," Quimant replied, his own face displaying a smug grin. "They have spent the winter in your dungeon. Perhaps you"d care to speak to them yourself!"
"Good." Sithas nodded approvingly. "We can"t have this kind of demonstration. We"ll make an example of them to discourage any further treachery."
Kith-Kanan faced his brother. "Don"t you want toat the very leasthear what they have to say?"
Sithas looked at him as if he spoke a different language. "Why? They"re traitors, that"s obvious! Why should we"
"Traitors? They have come here to talk. The traitors are those who have joined the enemy out of hand! We need to ask questions!"
"I find it astonishing that you, of all of us, should take this approach," Sithas said softly. "You are the one who has to carry out our plans, the one whose life is most at risk.
Can you not understand that these ... elves"Sithas spat the word as if it were anathema"should be dealt with quickly and ruthlessly?"
"If they are indeed traitors, of course! But you can take the trouble to hear them first, to find out if they are in fact treacherous or simply honest citizens living in danger and fear!"
Sithas and Kith-Kanan glowered at each other like fierce strangers. Tamanier Ambrodel quietly watched the exchange. He had offered no opinion on any topic as yet, and he felt that this was not the time to interject his view. Lord Quimant, however, was more forthright.
"General, Excellency, please . . . there are more details. Some of the news is urgent."
The lord stood and raised his hands.
Sithas nodded and collapsed into his chair. Kith-Kanan remained standing, turning expectantly toward the lord regent.
"Word out of Thorbardin arrived barely a fortnight ago. The amba.s.sador, Than-Kar of the Theiwar clan, reported it to me in a most unpleasant and arrogant tone. His king, he claims, has ruled this to be a war between the humans and elves. The dwarves are determined to remain neutral."
"No troops? They will send us nothing?" Kith-Kanan stared at Quimant, appalled.
Just when he had begun to see a glimmer of hope on the military horizon, to get news like this! Nothing could be more disastrous. The general slowly slumped into his chair, trying unsuccessfully to fight a rising wave of nausea.
Shaking his head in shock, he looked at his brother, expecting to see the same sense of dismay written across Sithas"s face. Instead, however, the speaker"s eyes had narrowed in an inscrutable expression. Didn"t he understand?
"This is catastrophic!" Kith-Kanan exclaimed, angry that the Speaker didn"t seem to grasp this basic fact. "Without the dwarves, we are doomed to be terribly outnumbered in every battle. Even with the griffons, we can"t prevail against a quarter of a million men!"
"Indeed," Sithas agreed calmly. Finally he spoke to Ambrodel. "And your own mission, my lord, does that bear this information out?"
Lord Quimant gave a start when he realized that Sithas was addressing Ambrodel.
"Rather dramatically not, Excellency," Ambrodel replied softly. Kith-Kanan and Lord Quimant both stared at the chamberlain in mixed astonishment.
"I regret the subterfuge, my lords. The Speaker of the Stars instructed me to reveal my mission to no one, to report only to him."
"There was no reason to say anythingnot until now," Sithas said. Once again, the others felt that commanding tone in his voice that brought all discussion to an abrupt halt.
"If the lord chamberlain will continue . . . ?"
"Of course, Your Excellency." Ambrodel turned to include them all in his explanation. "I have wintered in the dwarven kingdom of Thorbardin."
"What?" Quimant"s jaw dropped. Kith-Kanan remained silent, but his lips compressed into a tight smile as he began to appreciate his brother"s wiliness.
"It had been the Speaker"s a.s.sessment, very early on, that Amba.s.sador Than-Kar was not doing an appropriately thorough job of maintaining open and honest communication between our two realms."
"I see," Quimant said, with a formal nod.
"Indeed, as events have developed, our esteemed leader"s a.s.sessment has been proven to be accurate."
"Than-Kar has deliberately sabotaged our negotiations?" demanded Kith.
"Blatantly. King Hal-Waith has long backed our cause, as it was presented to him by Dunbarth Ironthumb upon that amba.s.sador"s return home. Than-Kar"s original mission had been to report to us the king"s intent to send twenty-five thousand troops to aid our cause."
"But I saw no sign of these troops on the plain. There is no word of them now, is there?" Kith-Kanan probed.
Quimant shook his head. "Noand certainly reports would have reached Silvanost had they marched during the winter."
"They did not march, not then," continued Ambrodel. "The offer of aid came with several conditions attached, conditions which Than-Kar reported to his king that we were unwilling to accept."
"Conditions?" Now Kith was concerned. "What conditions?"
"Fairly reasonable, under the circ.u.mstances. The dwarves recognize you as overall commander of the army, but they will not allow their own units to be broken up into smaller detachmentsand dwarven units will work only under dwarven leaders."
"Those commanders presumably answerable to me under battle conditions?"
Kith-Kanan asked.
"Yes," Ambrodel nodded.
The elven general couldn"t believe his ears. Dwarven fighting prowess and tactical mastery were legendary. And twenty-five thousand such warriors ... why, if they fought alongside griffon cavalry, the siege of Sithelbec might be lifted in a long afternoon of fighting!
"There were some other minor points, also very reasonable. Bodies to be shipped to Thorbardin for burial, dwarven holidays honored, a steady supply of ale maintained, and so on. I do not antic.i.p.ate any objection on your part."
"Of course not!" Kith-Kanan sprang to his feet again, this time in excitement. Then he remembered the obstruction presented by Than-Kar, and his mood darkened. "Have you concluded the deal? Must we still work through the amba.s.sador? How long"
Ambrodel smiled and held up his hands. "The army was mustering as I left. For all I know, they have already emerged from the underground realm. They would march, I was promised, when the snowmelt in the Kharolis Mountains allowed free pa.s.sage." The chamberlain shivered as he remembered the long, dark winter he spent there. "It never gets warm in Thorbardin. You"re always damp and squinting through the dark. By the G.o.ds, who knows how the dwarves can stand living underground?"
"And the amba.s.sador?" This time Sithas asked the question. Once again those lines of anger tightened his face as he pondered the extent of Than-Kar"s duplicity.
"King Hal-Waith would consider it a personal favor if we were to place him under arrest, detaining him until such time as the next dwarven mission arrives. It should be here sometime during the summer."
"Any word on numbers? On their march route?" Tactics already swirled through Kith-Kanan"s head.
Ambrodel pursed his lips and shook his head. "Only the name of the commander, whom I trust will meet with your approval."
"Dunbarth Ironthumb?" Kith-Kanan was hopeful.
"None other."
"That is good news!" That dignified statesman had been the brightest element of the otherwise frustrating councils between Thorbardin, Silvanesti, and Ergoth. The amba.s.sa
dor from the dwarven nation had retained a sense of humor and self-deprecating whimsy that had lightened many an otherwise tedious session of negotiation.