The altercation was Immediately broken up by alert guards in great number. Gord demanded satisfaction for the insult, and Chert likewise claimed the right to restoration of his honor.
"There shall be no duel, nor any personal combat of honor, fought without royal leave, and His August Supremacy is seldom Inclined to grant such on short notice," a richly robed official drawled.
"Now what the h.e.l.ls do we do?" the barbarian stooped and whispered into Cord"s ear.
"No plotting to avoid the Royal Strictures!" The official was stern now. "Guards, see that these two "guests" are confined in separate chambers until further notice - and watch them constantly, or your heads are forfeit!"
Eventually it was King Archbold himself who solved their dilemma. The monarch brought the - two miscreants into his presence again. Informants had delved Into the matter, and the king knew all - even the nature of Gord"s and Chert"s recent activities In Greyhawk and elsewhere.
"It seems, gentlemen," King Archbold said with a stern countenance, "that you have brought yourselves to a pa.s.s that bodes nothing good for you - or My Royal Court."
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at his feet, mumbling half-articulate apologies. Gord was also taken aback and could think of nothing to say. The king sat regally and stared, visage set, eyes unforgiving. This silence on Archbold"s part finally prompted the young thief.
Tour August Supremacy is renowned as a fair and just king - some say the most righteous in the Flanaess. I beg your permission to state our case."
"Speak."
Gord told the Nyrondel monarch the gist of things, leaving out whatever he could that was incriminating, ending the monologue with a simple request. "All we seek to do. August Supremacy, is to quietly leave Rel Mord prior to the coming nuptials and return to our home in Greyhawk."
"Tliis is a matter of no difficulty, but - what shall we do to right the things you two have discommoded? That is another matter. Quodilde might prove difficult. . . ."65 Archbold said reflectively.
"Beg pardon, your lordship, but she might prove even more difficult if we stay, for I have no intention in the h.e.l.ls of fulfilling that crone"s desires!"
All was quiet for a while until, just as the two really began to lose heart, the king spoke again in a conspiratorial tone.
"Our best interests and obligations are far-reaching, and it just might be that I have thought of a means that will relieve you of your burdens and Ny-rond of its own. Attend most carefully, and be prepared to take yet more solemn vows and oaths if this is agreed to by you both."
No more than an hour later, the two adventurers were within sight of the sprawling, clifllike walls of Greyhawk.
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"Magical transport has its advantages." Gord said with delight. "If I had such power I could pillage a treasure from distant Jakif and be home in the wink of a cat"s eye!"
The gigantic hillman spat disgustedly. "Riding a good horse, or even going on, shanks" mare," he said, shaking one of his ma.s.sive legs for emphasis, "is far better than such reeky and dangerous means of travel. I hate this spell-working worse than I hate city-bred fops!"
"Let us use our feet now, and if we hie with vigor, we"ll be home in an hour or two."
"With a burden to carry, once we arrive, too," Chert grumbled as he strode along.
"One quest after another - I like not this city life!"
"Burden? Quest? Ha. my burly barbarian corn-plainer, no problem at all! We have the exciting prospect of a mission, that"s all!"
"I"d prefer the prospect of revelry and sloth," the hillman intoned glumly.
Gord laughed. "You have had enough of revels for some time. Chert! Let"s plan for some action as we walk - it"s more funds we need, not funning with bawds! Let me see that ruby. ..."
At that the barbarian had to shake his head sadly. Their purses were indeed nearly as fiat as the mud-banks of the Selintan River. He dug out the gem and handed It to his comrade. The stone was flawed, of course.
Gord saw the barbarian ruefully feeling his broad girdle. "It is always a matter of quickly gained, speedily lost when it comes to riches, hillman. Now this new undertaking that Archbold has proposed for us might prove to bring us sums so vast that we can . .."
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The Five Dragon Bowl "DIGGWELL BIFFSON IS THE NAME. Do call me Biff, though. If you please. Your Faithfulness."
"Dlggwell? Yes, I recall. That is a fine, upstanding name amongst halfllngs of the Welkwood region, unless I am mistaken. ..."
"No. no. You are quite correct," the gray-clad halfling a.s.sured him. "I hall from that very place."
"Why go by so odd a name as Biif then, my good halfling?" the cleric asked earnestly. "You should proudly bear the name of your famous ancestors."- The small fellow squirmed at that, trying to think of how he could get this man off the subject. "To be blunt sir, there were so many Diggwells, Dugwalls, Dlggerlys, Diggdeeps. Diggsons, and so forth in my family - and 1 had so many aunts and uncles, not to mention cousins, that I couldn"t keep track of them - that my own mother named me Biff, and so it has been since I was but a tiny tot of twelve!"
Satisfied at that, the clergyman went on to the subject that Biff feared he would.
"Coming from a fine area and upstanding folk, why is it you follow such a low calling? Consider carefully the end it would surely lead to. my boyl"
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weal and order. But Biff didnt feel any older. Years were one matter, wisdom and maturity another. He looked down, shuffled his feet, and then looked up brightly.
"You see. Good Poztlf, it was the desire of my friend and mentor, the lordly Melf.
that I take up the profession of thievery so as to a.s.sist him in ways his prowess with sword and spell were unable to accomplish!"
Shaking his head in amazement and sadness at the elven condition that would encourage dishonest behavior in a halfling, Poztif grasped the small fellow"s hand, saying, "Dig - Biff. I mean - I hope that our a.s.sociation will be a useful and pious experience from which I will gain humility and understanding and you a change of heart Let us oflT Biff nodded, withdrew his hand quickly to make a sign to ward off ill-omened occurrences, and trotted after the long-legged cleric. "I too wish to make our enterprise all it should be - Just as our liege lords, Tenser the Arch-Mage and Melf of the Green Arrow, have instructed us."
Poztif grunted at that, for it seemed the halfling was reb.u.t.ting his piety and efforts. Well, it would be a challenge to accomplish both the task required of him by the mage and his own hopes of salvation for the strayed Biff. Poztif relished the prospect Elsewhere, an ill-matched duo walked slowly along Hundred Step Street toward a rendezvous neither desired. A hulking, six-foot, eight-inch tall hillman from the distant East paced beside a dark-haired young thief from Old City"s slums who was just five and a half feet tall - In boots.
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"You led us into that d.a.m.n little alley," the barbarian said, spitting his words in vehement disgust "And you were all in favor of it at the time," Gord retorted.
Chert shrugged and then scowled down at the small thief. "But I agreed to follow your superb plan to get us out of Rel Mord, didnt I?"
"And we got out, too, didn"t we?" Gord shot back with heavy sarcasm and a look that bespoke volumes about the stupidity of a certain giant who walked beside him.
Chert balled a meaty fist but restrained his Impulse. "And look where it got us, you little dolt!" he said between clenched teeth while waving the fist he did not really intend to use in front of Cord"s face.
"Oh stop b.i.t.c.hing." the young thief said in disgust "So we have to do a little favor to repay the chap who bailed us out. What"s the difference? It"s Just another job.
The halfling seems clever, and the cleric has laid a sound plan."
"I"ll tell you the difference - your idea stunk and would have landed us in prison for the rest of our lives, unless our enemies managed to have us a.s.sa.s.sinated or Quodilde got you first! When the king got wind of what was actually going on we were meat on the table, that"s what! If he hadn"t owed a favor, and we hadn"t agreed to repay It for him through our cooperation, where would we be? I"ll tell you where - in Archbold"s deepest dungeon, that"s where!" Chert"s nostrils flared as he spoke with intense fury.
"Well, we"re not in any dungeon. And what we agreed to is in accord with our usual activities. The mission is beneficial."
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"To those whom we must serve." Chert noted as he stomped down one of the long tiers that gave the street its name.
Gord was hard pressed to reply to that In normal circ.u.mstances he and the huge hillman would reap all the rewards from an undertaking of this nature. Now they were to serve and a.s.sist others, and the payment they received would be dictated by another. "At least we"ll have the a.s.sistance of others, so our risk will be much less than usual," said the thief. "In this undertaking we do need help."67 "Such cattle c.r.a.p!" growled Chert. "You know d.a.m.ned well that you and I will end up doing everything, the others will take the treasure, and we"ll get a handful of coppers and a pat on the head for risking our lives. After this. I"ll never allow myself to be cozened into another of your hoddy-peaked schemes, Gord. Hereafter you are on your own!"
That was sufficient to have started the young thief off on a tirade of his own, but Just then they clumped down the last of the steps and turned onto the Avenue of the Bells. The place they were to meet their a.s.sociates was but a short distance away.
There was no time for an angry brawl now.
"Ill be very happy to have my flsts discuss this matter with yours at a little later date, if you like, but right now we have some business to discuss with two others."
Gord cautioned his friend.
"Hey, pal. Just name the time and the place and my flsts will be happy to be there!"
Chert agreed wholeheartedly.
The Silver Castle Inn was one of the better such establishments in Greyhawk. Because it was located near the city"s Administrative Center, the Artisans" District, and the large religious community as well, the inn housed a varied clientele who.
diverse as they were in beliefs and backgrounds, had one thing In common - they were all well-to-do.
"And this Is a terrible place to meet, tool"
"Get a hold on your tongue now. Chert," Gord said with a conciliatory tone and a sense of urgency. "We can"t allow others to see we are at odds in this situation.
While the two who are aiding us are supposedly of benign sort, we must be careful nonetheless. I know nothing of those who are behind this thing save what the Nyrondel told us. And I put no trust in royalty!"
"For once, little man, I agree." the barbarian said sourly but thereafter clamped his mouth shut in a determined line and ducked his head to enter the inn.
Both young adventurers were dressed in their best garments. If the giant was surprising in his size and ruggedness. his clothing was such that the major domo of the inn bowed greetings and muttered vague compliments at the honor of their gracing his inn with their custom. Gord and Chert displayed finery and wealth more typical of aristocratic establishments of the High and Garden Quarters of Greyhawk, and the fellow was determined to take no chances with such a pair.
"What might I do for your n.o.ble selves?" the man inquired unctuously.
Gord quickly stepped before his big companion. "We are here to stay - this night and perhaps longer if accommodations are to our satisfaction. Your finest suite, and quickly!"
"Of course, sirs. Shall I have a lackey fetch your equippage?"
"There is none to be fetched," Gord sneered as he eyed the major domo with disdain.
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"We have the Grand Tower, your worships." the major domo ventured hesitantly, not sure if these extravagant-sounding young men were really what they seemed, or swindlers of some sort attempting to dupe the Silver Castle. Such was not unknown or unusual at a place such as this.
Without an obvious show of coins. Gord managed to display a handful of platinum plates before discovering a gold orb in his purse. Chert had refused to pitch in the money to pull off this ruse, so Cord had been forced to dip Into his private funds.
He handed the golden coin to the apprehensive manager with a small sigh of resignation.
"Such a bother, this! Here Is an advance against our stay. Have a cold supper.
Keolsh amber wine, and the usual amenities ready immediately. You do have hot tubs, I presume - and be sure the wine Is chilled."
The proprietor"s head had been bobbing furiously in all directions as it attempted to provide quick answers to Cord"s onslaught of questions. He now hastened to add verbal a.s.surance as well. "Oh. of course, your n.o.bility. The Silver Castle is at your disposal. Rest a.s.sured that all will be ready for you and your companion in as brief a time as possible!"
Gord yawned and tapped his foot against a well-polished floorboard in a display of68 boredom and impatience.
Chert looked down at the anxious fellow, a puzzled frown expertly fixed in place.
"Just how long must we wait for your varlets to prepare our suite?"
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Seated comfortably in padded armchairs, Gord and Chert sipped wine and pretended indifference to their surroundings.
"What a stupid trick that was," Chert accused in a low voice. "Why not simply ask for the common room or salon? YouVe- "
"Managed to get us both into the place without arousing suspicion as to why we"re here!" Gord Inserted in an arrogant but hushed tone. "Your way would have alerted everyone that we were come to meet with-"
"The two we"ll soon be meeting within minutes anyway! Now we"re the focus of attention! All eyes will be on the two flamboyant fools who throw money around and- ".
"Happen to meet other travelers," Gord finished. "They are here now, in fact Let us quit this c.r.a.p and discourse on matters metaphysical and theological, shall we?"
Chert glared at the small thief and managed a low growl before beginning to converse In a normal tone of voice regarding certain precepts held by worshipers of an unnamed deity.
Gord took an opposite position, countering with acid tongue the a.s.sertions that the huge hillman continued to make. They argued back and forth in this manner for several minutes, then Chert turned and seemed to suddenly notice that there were others In the room.
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fldcnt beating, the great fellow arose and went to a nearby table where a sober cleric In a dark cloak sat and conversed with a halfllng. "My apologies for Interrupting you, pious sir and worthy halfllng, but my companion and I have been at odds regarding certain tenets of theology and metaphysical constructs that a man of your calling can surely resolve for us. May I impose upon your kindness to mediate and Judge our differences? We offer our hospitality In return, of course."
The slender cleric stood and nodded a greeting. "The calling I follow requires my acceptance of such a request and happily so. But do I have your leave to bring my a.s.sociate along? I would not wish to simply leave him sitting here," the robed man said. Indicating the demi-human.