The Jewel of Turmish c-3

by Mel Odom

  CHAPTER TWO

  Druz Talimsir stared at the wraith that had stepped from the dark forest around the party of wolf hunters. She gripped her long sword tightly in her fist as the men around her moved, thronging out in a semicircle to confront the man. At least she thought the forest warrior was a man.

  An elf, she corrected herself, spotting one pointed ear a moment later.

  The elf stood a few inches short of six feet and possessed a slender build. Still, his wide shoulders and deep chest promised strength, though he didn't pack a lot of weight. Most professional sellswords would have looked at the slender figure standing before them with never a qualm about a physical confrontation.

  Druz had experienced several combat situations during her years as a mercenary. Though she was only twenty-five, she'd battled orc hordes and bugbears that had tried to take merchant convoys she'd signed on to protect. During the last year, before an injury in Alagh?n had separated her from the mercenary group she'd signed on with for the previous three years, she'd fought in the Serosian War.

  That war was a year past, but employment for mercenaries willing to battle the pirates, the shark-worshiping sahuagin now freed throughout the sea, and the nations that battled each other for shipping lanes, salvage from the battles above and below the sea, and trading rights with the newly re-discovered city of Myth Nantar burgeoned. It was one of those battles between shipping guilds that had drawn Druz to Alagh?n.

  Studying the slim elf before her, Druz felt certain that her luck had completely soured. That man, dressed as he was in hide armor, his wild black hair pulled back to lay on his shoulders and festooned with sprigs of wood and blossoms of a half-dozen plants, might look like a vagabond or a madman, but the mercenary felt certain she knew what the man was. Trying to kill him would amount to a death wish.

  "Feather the damn dandelion-sipper and be done with it," Tethys growled again. "I won't have any man threatening to kill me."

  But that won't stop you from threatening to kill another man, will it? Druz mused.

  The crossbowmen stood on either side of Druz. One of them was Ennalt and the other was Kord-brothers who had signed on with the ragtag outfit. Both of them held their weapons pointed at the forest warrior.

  "Don't," Druz commanded.

  In her days she'd sometimes served as a unit commander. She'd learned how to pitch her voice so that it garnered instant respect and attention. Kord hesitated and raised the crossbow to aim into the star-filled sky.

  "To hell with that," Tethys growled. "Feather that bastard, Ennalt."

  Ennalt's trigger knuckle whitened as the man took up the crossbow's slack.

  Without hesitation, Druz swung around, bringing her arm up in a powerful sweep that knocked the crossbow up. The catgut string slid across the stock with a short hiss, and the stubby quarrel took flight.

  Arvis, Kord's younger brother by a year, and more impulsive than his older brother who was known for his steadfast pace and unwavering commitment, closed on the forest warrior. Arvis stood head and shoulders taller than the forest warrior and normally brimmed with over-confidence anyway. Facing the much smaller man, Arvis showed no hesitation at all as he whirled his battle-axe effortlessly before him.

  "Don't fret over this one," Arvis boomed in his deep voice. "I have him." He stepped forward, his grin lighted by the flickering lanterns in the hands of the men around him.

  The forest warrior's attention never seemed to break from the men in front of him. His dark green eyes, glimmering in the lantern light somewhat like a cat's, regarded Druz curiously. His head cocked slightly, as if he didn't notice the way the bigger man closed on him. The forest warrior's scimitar stayed mostly out of sight beside his back leg.

  "Don't kill him," Druz pleaded. "He's little more than a boy."

  Arvis, she knew, would resent her deeply for the comment, but if it would help save his life, she didn't care. Arvis and Kord, though both blooded in skirmishes around Alagh?n and some of the cities along the western coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars, hadn't yet seen twenty.

  "Don't kill him?" Forras repeated, shifting on his bad leg. "Why, Arvis will break this little upstart in half."

  Druz watched, feeling a chill like icy cat's paws kneading between her shoulders. She liked Arvis, though his aggressive nature made him somewhat hard to take.

  Arvis made his situation even worse by not taking the threat the smaller man offered more seriously. He stepped in and casually feinted with the battle-axe.

  Before he could pull back, the smaller man stepped in quickly, going to Arvis's left. Anticipating the big warrior's attempt to block with the battle-axe haft, the small man backhanded his opponent in the nose with his empty fist.

  Yelping in pain, Arvis tried to swing around. Instead of keeping his feet planted and merely shifting, Arvis lifted his left foot. The small man kicked the raised foot from under the bigger man as if the feat were nothing.

  Off-balance, trying desperately to recover, Arvis fell to the ground, miraculously managing to land on his knee. His opponent walked to his side without apparent haste, but the effort was amazingly quick. Before Arvis could move, the warrior in hide armor kicked the bigger man's back foot, causing the younger man to sprawl out. Arvis toppled onto his outstretched hands, trapping his battle-axe against the ground under his own weight.

  In a few seemingly effortless moves, the forest warrior had Arvis stretched out and the scimitar's blade against the young mercenary's throat like he was a pig awaiting the butcher's bloodletting. Coldly, the forest warrior glared at the other members of the wolf-hunting party, letting them all know that Arvis's life was forfeit if they made any sudden moves.

  "Don't kill him," Druz repeated.

  Kord started forward.

  "If you value your brother's life, Kord," Druz said in a low, anxious voice as she glanced at the big man, "you'll stay back."

  Kord hesitated.

  "If you force him to deal with you," Druz went on, "he'll kill Arvis without blinking an eye. He'll have one less enemy to face."

  Kord plucked the heavy quarrel from the crossbow and tossed it to the ground. He dropped the bow next and showed his empty hands.

  "That's my brother," he croaked in a voice that broke. "If you'll allow it, I'll have him back in one piece. If you harm him in any way, know that I won't rest until one of us is dead. I swear that by Helm the Vigilant, god of protectors and guardians."

  Arvis trembled, evidently trying to figure out a way to rescue himself.

  "Stay," the forest warrior commanded. He pressed the scimitar against the younger man's throat meaningfully.

  "If he's meaning to kill us," Tethys grated, "then we're better off working together. He can't get us all."

  The forest warrior turned his dark green eyes on the mercenary leader. "Count up after the dust has settled."

  No one moved.

  Tethys swore black oaths, but he stayed where he was.

  For all his mercenary experience, Druz knew that Tethys wasn't an overly courageous man. He was smart on a battlefield, and that made him a successful sellsword.

  Making a decision, knowing no one else in the party knew for sure what the forest warrior was or whom he represented, Druz sheathed her sword then unbuckled the belt. She dropped it on the ground, then stepped forward with her empty hands held up before her.

  The forest warrior watched her approach but said nothing.

  "Clear a path to him, girl," Forras said. "You're blocking whatever chance one of us might have to get to him should it come to that."

  Druz ignored the command. Part of the reason the forest warrior allowed her to move in was because she would serve as a human shield.

  "Who are you?" Druz asked.

  The forest warrior regarded her silently.

  "What do you want?" Druz tried again.

  "No more wolf hunting," the forest warrior replied, "and I want the scalps you've collected so far. Those that died will not be desecrated further."

  "N
o," Tethys disagreed, placing a hand on the bag at his waist where the wolf scalps were stored. "We're keeping the scalps."

  Druz spoke to the mercenaries without turning around or taking her eyes from the forest warrior. "You're going to have to give him the scalps."

  "Are you insane?" Forras demanded. "Without those scalps we won't be able to collect our bounty."

  "If you don't give him the scalps," Druz said in a measured voice, "he'll kill us, and you won't be able to collect your bounty."

  "Why would he kill us?" Ennalt demanded, exasperated. "We don't even know this man." He paused. "Do you know him, Druz?"

  "No," Druz answered. "I don't know him… but I know what he is."

  She met the forest warrior's gaze boldly. Despite her fear of him, and the respect she had for what she guessed he was capable of, she wasn't going to flinch away from him. She wouldn't give him that; she gave no man that.

  "He's one man," Tethys objected. "Even if he slays Arvis, there are eight of us."

  "I don't want my brother killed," Kord said. "If you do something stupid to get him slain, I'll kill you, Tethys."

  "Eight of us isn't enough " Druz said, "and he's not alone."

  Warily, the men carrying lanterns moved them so the bull's-eye beams swept the trees around the glen. A wolf bayed in the distance, yipping at the moon that was high in the sky.

  "I don't see anyone," Tethys replied.

  "You won't see anyone until it's too late," Druz said.

  She recalled the tales her blacksmith father had told her of men like the one standing so coolly in front of her with his scimitar at Arvis's throat.

  "Who are you?" Tethys demanded of the forest warrior.

  "This night," the man said quietly, "I'm a protector of the wolves you people would slay to line your palms with gold."

  "He's a druid," Druz said. "One of the Emerald Enclave."

  Her announcement started a quick chorus of conversation between the other mercenaries. Arvis, eyes straining in their sockets, looked at the man holding him captive with new-and perhaps fear-filled-respect.

  Everyone in Turmish knew of the Emerald Enclave and the druids who filled the organization's ranks. Despite the power that the various cities wielded along the Turmish coastline fronting the Sea of Fallen Stars as well as the Vilhon Reach, no one did anything involving the land without the consent of the Emerald Enclave. The druids' first order of business was to preserve nature, and if that meant no civilization could invade pristine, sylvan glens or wooded areas that could be harvested by loggers, that was what it meant.

  Tethys spat and growled a curse that offended even Druz, as hardened as she was to the ways of mercenary men and battle.

  "Is that right?" he asked the forest warrior. "Are you a druid?"

  "I won't allow the killing of any more wolves," the man replied.

  "You can't stop us," Forras said.

  The forest warrior turned his deep green eyes on the man. The moonlight threw emerald sparks from them.

  Druz acted immediately, seeing the druid's left hand twitch. She shoved Forras away. The man stumbled when he had to unexpectedly shift all his weight to his weak leg. He turned to Druz, lifting his sword threateningly.

  "You damned fool!" Druz snapped.

  "Are you siding with him, then…?" Forras's voice trailed off when he spotted the long, thin wooden dart quivering in the trunk of the tree he'd been standing in front of only a moment before.

  "He would have killed you," Druz said, glancing over her shoulder at the forest warrior. "He still might." She studied the elf's hand, looking for a telltale sign that he had another dart ready.

  Tethys took affront at the druid's action. "You'd kill a man over a wolf?" he demanded in disbelief.

  "Yes," the druid replied. "The balance of nature must be kept. Your actions here unsettle that balance."

  Forras regained his composure but stayed within reaching distance of Druz. "The wolves are feeding on the herd stock nearby."

  "The cattle and sheep being raised here by the stockmen living in these lands have become-by rights-part of the wolves' prey," the elf druid said. "Those creatures, brought in by farmers, unsettle the balance of these lands by grazing. The wolves only make the sharing of the land more equal."

  Druz didn't agree, but she didn't offer her opinion either. Since the recent war, many countries and nations around the Sea of Fallen Stars had suffered. With so many ships lost to the sahuagin and pirates, trade had been bad. When countries didn't have goods for sale, they seldom brought in goods either.

  What the farmers and shepherds brought in had become increasingly important to the well-being of the area. Now that Myth Nantar had been opened from its hiding place, many things were being rethought considering the Sea of Fallen Stars. Even fishermen struggled to feed their families, and those territories they traded with were constantly redrawn by the nations above water as well as those below.

  "The cattle and sheep are more important than the wolves," Forras insisted.

  The druid's eyes partially closed in anger then opened again. "You're a fool. Without the wolves to cut down the numbers of deer in the forests and through these lands, there would be little grass for the sheep and cattle. The deer would overpopulate this area in a matter of years."

  "There are men who would bring the deer down if they ever reached such plentiful numbers," Tethys said. "They would be glad for the opportunity to fill their larders."

  "Are there?" The druid cocked his head and his tone bordered on sarcasm. "I've often noticed that when a city man has to make a choice between hunting, killing, cleaning, and cooking his own meal, he'd rather sit in a tavern and order it already prepared on a plate."

  "You've been to many civilized places, then?" Tethys asked.

  "More than I care to remember," the druid replied. His blade never wavered from Arvis's throat. "I will give you until morning to get out of this forest. After that, I will track you down and kill you as you have tracked down and killed the wolves."

  "The balance you're seeking to protect is false, druid," Druz said. "We seek a wolf that has developed a fondness for human flesh."

  The druid shook his head slowly and carefully, without any emotion. "I don't care. A wolf will hunt those that hunt it."

  "This wolf attacks children, druid." Druz made her voice hard and challenging. "Is that the kind of beast you would protect?"

  "Children are lost every day. That is part of nature's balance. Only the strong survive."

  "The strong," Druz agreed, "and the clever." She paused for the briefest moment, knowing her decision, but not knowing how the druid would respond. "I won't suffer to let that creature live. I saw three of the children who were mauled by the wolf. They are neither strong nor clever. That's why the wolf has singled them out."

  At Druz's side, Kord shifted nervously, anticipating the scimitar's stroke that would open his brother's throat.

  "Damn it, woman," Kord snarled anxiously.

  The druid's eyes remained locked on Druz's, and for a moment she thought he was so cold and intent that her words wouldn't touch him.

  Druz placed her hands on her hips, only inches from the hilts of the throwing daggers she had hidden under her leather armor behind her back. If the druid walked away, she intended to try to kill him. Maybe killing the other wolves they'd encountered hadn't been on her agenda, but slaying the one they'd come to find definitely was.

  The time passed almost unbearably.

  Druz was acutely conscious of the small sounds in the forest around them. She couldn't help wondering what kinds of creatures might be there, and if they were under the druid's thrall. Warriors who lived outside forests and drank in taverns told horrible stories about the vindictive ways and practices of druids in general and the Emerald Enclave in particular.

  "One wolf?" The druid spoke softly, his attention riveted on Druz.

  "Yes." She held his gaze full measure.

  "He has a pack at his heels," Tethys said.


  "But there's no evidence that any wolf except for the one has been part of the attacks," Druz said. Tethys was striving to keep the scalps they'd taken, as well as freeing up the way to more. "One wolf."

  "Has this wolf harmed any of your kith or kin?" the druid asked.

  Druz considered the question, knowing it would be easy to lie, but she felt certain that somehow the druid would know. She'd never been that accomplished at lying.

  "No."

  "You hunt this wolf for gold," the druid stated. "That's not the reason," Druz replied. "I saw those children. Their lives will never be the same. No matter what else happens to them, they will live with fear. I believe the wolf needs killing. Perhaps the wolf's death will give them some measure of peace." The druid cocked his head slightly. "There is more." "I gave my word to the shepherd when I took his gold," Druz said, not knowing if the druid would even understand the concept of payment for services. "One wolf?" the druid said. "Yes." "Do you know which wolf it is?" "He's full grown, starting to age. He has an old wound on the side of his muzzle." Druz touched the right side of her face, dragging a finger from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth. "It was made by a blade-" "Or a trap," the druid suggested. "The shepherds and stockmen put out traps. A few years ago, they were successful with them, but wolves are clever and patient. They soon learned how to trip the traps then take the bait." "Perhaps," Druz agreed, because she didn't know and because agreeing with the theory was the easiest course to pursue. "At any rate, the scars left by the wound still show, and white hair has grown from it." "I will kill the wolf," the druid stated simply. "All of you can leave the forest." "The hell we can," Tethys blustered. "The man who hired us expects to see proof that we carried out our assignment." "I will kill the wolf," the druid repeated. "Not because you say it is necessary, but because the wolf may teach the rest of his pack to start hunting humans." "You'll protect people?" Forras asked, gazing at the elf druid in open distrust. "Not people," the druid admitted. "The wolves. If the wolf that has done this teaches his pack to yearn for human blood, they won't live long. Warriors will hunt them out of fear, or if the gold is right. There could be good traits-size, strength-that the wolf leader and his pack could pass on to the next generation if they're allowed to live. I won't have that chance lost if I can prevent it." Tethys and Forras cursed belligerently. "Don't act like you're doing us a damn favor," Tethys snarled. "It would be easier for me," the druid stated, "to kill all of you than to kill the wolf." The lantern light flickered in the silence that followed the elf's words. Druz knew the warriors among the group would have a hard time accepting the challenge that the druid's mere presence offered, much less the sting left by the elf's words. "What will it be?" the druid asked. The warriors shifted. Arvis spoke next, his voice hollow and filled with fear. "Kord, I am tiring." His blood seeped slowly down the druid's scimitar. The druid held his position. "Let him go after the wolf," Kord said. "You don't speak for all of us," Forras said. Kord turned to the smaller man, who wasn't small at all. "I will in this matter, or I will stand with the druid." "Against your own?" Tethys asked. "I've fought with you, Kord-you and your brother. I can't believe that you would-" "If we live," Kord interrupted, "we'll have the chance to fight together again." "He won't kill Arvis," Tethys replied, glaring at the druid. "He won't dare. He knows we'll track him down." "Track a druid?" Druz said. The tone of her voice mocked them. "I've been told that even rangers can't track druids through their homelands." She took a step toward Tethys. "He will kill Arvis." "You're afraid of his words," Forras accused. "Only a fool wouldn't be afraid of the promises the druid has made tonight," Druz said. "Kord and I will side with the druid." "Traitors!" Tethys snarled. "All we have to do is stick together and this dandelion-sipper will back down." Something large shifted in the forest at the tail of Tethys' words. The men looked behind him, turning slowly. Though Druz felt relatively safe standing in front of the druid, the skin across the back of her neck tightened and prickled, and it felt like ice water ran down her back. A huge brown bear followed its nose from the brush at the back of the clearing. The animal looked ponderous and heavy, but Druz knew the mud-splattered brown pelt covered rolling muscle. Once, when she'd been in Chondath-protecting, under protest, a shipment of exotic wines bound for the Crying Claw-Druz had seen a bear and a bull fight to the death. She'd felt certain the bull would easily disembowel its opponent, but she was amazed by the speed and power of the bear. As it had turned out, the bear had beaten the bull as well as a pride of war dogs that had been loosed on it afterward. The druid's bear growled, and the barking, howling sound echoed through the forest. It surged to its hind legs effortlessly, standing almost twelve feet tall. Druz guessed that the animal might weigh a ton. Cocking its head, the bear seemed to glare at Tethys in particular. Its black lips twitched back from fangs white as pearls. Massive claws glinted dully in the lantern light. Tethys flinched and stepped back involuntarily. "I already have someone who stands with me," the druid stated quietly. The bear roared again, and birds settled in the trees for the night took flight around them, daring the darkness rather than stay in the vicinity of the great creature. "I will go now to kill the wolf," the druid said. "If I find you here in the morning, I will kill you as well." He drew the scimitar from Arvis's throat and slung the blood onto the dirt. Almost completely exhausted, Arvis collapsed to the ground. Kord started forward, but Druz stopped him, catching his arm with one hand. "Wait," she urged quietly. "Arvis is still alive. Work to keep him that way." "How do we know you'll keep your word about killing the wolf, druid?" Forras demanded. "Because I gave my word." The druid halted at the clearing's edge, almost out of sight in the shadows. "Just as I give my word that I will kill you if you're still in this forest in the morning." "Your word isn't good enough." It wasn't until after she'd spoken the words that Druz realized how barefaced they sounded. The forest seemed to grow still around her. The druid stared at her. Druz stayed ready to move, realizing that she was trapped between the elf and the bear. Her throat felt cottony and dry. "You doubt me," the druid stated flatly. "The shepherd who retained our services," Druz said quietly, "isn't a man who's going to be easily satisfied. His oldest son was horribly disfigured by the wolf's attack. Even with clerics and healers, it's going to be years before the boy is returned to his full health. The shepherd wants revenge for that." "This is not about revenge," the druid said. "That's what I was paid for." Druz held her head up defiantly. She stepped toward the druid. Arvis glanced around quickly then pushed himself along the ground as if afraid the druid would punish him first. He stayed down as he moved. Druz kept walking, closing in on the druid. He flicked his eyes past her warily, looking to see if the others would come to her aid. Druz wasn't surprised when they didn't. The bear was easily the biggest she'd ever seen. "I'm coming with you," Druz said. Swift as a bird on a wing, the druid brought his scimitar up to Druz's throat. She steeled herself, stopping her immediate response to draw one of the knives hidden behind her back. She thought she might even have had a chance at blocking the scimitar, but she knew she couldn't allow the confrontation to come to that. If it had, one of them would have been killed. The blade lay coolly against her neck but didn't bite into her flesh. "You could kill me," Druz pointed out, knowing she was treading thin ice, "but if you did, perhaps you would rob my species of good traits for the next generation." Even as she said that, she realized she might have thrown the druid's own beliefs back in his face too hard. The druid cocked his head. "Perhaps… and perhaps there are traits in you that would be better weeded out to increase the longevity of your species." "I'm coming with you," Druz repeated, though less forcefully than she had the first time. "For the gold?" the druid asked. "Because I want the wolf dead. I saw what it did to that child, and I know how I would feel if I was the boy's…" Druz swallowed hard. "You don't have a choice other than to let me go. The shepherd who hired us has deep pockets. His stock has done well, and the recent war in the Sea of Fallen Stars has insured that he gets the best prices for
his livestock." The druid waited, his eyes flicking to the other hunters. "I can tell the shepherd that the wolf has been dealt with," Druz said. She swallowed hard and felt the scimitar's edge bite more deeply. "Otherwise, the shepherd may well fill these forests with hunters." "It would be bad for the hunters," the druid promised. Druz glared at him. "Could you kill them all?" "Perhaps. Patience is its own reward, and I am very patient." "You couldn't get them all," Druz pointed out. "Not before they did considerable damage to this area's wildlife. Besides hunting and killing wolves, they'd also be living off the land. If we didn't come back, the shepherd will put even more men into the hunt. Those men would wreak havoc in these forests. Is that what you want?" The druid's eyes locked with hers for a time, and for just a moment, Druz thought her life was forfeit. The scimitar flashed away from her neck, returning to the druid's side. "Then come," the elf said. "Keep up, because I'm not going to wait on you." "I need my gear," Druz protested. Without another word, the druid turned and vanished into the forest. Druz cursed, calling on Tyr to guide her and Mystra to watch over her as she foolishly followed her own sense of duty. She sprinted back to the group, snatched up her sword belt, then fisted her personal pack from the ground. "You're a fool for going with him," Kord said as he helped his brother to his feet. "That man will cut your throat and feed you to the wolves we're hunting." "He didn't kill your brother," Druz pointed out. "He knew he would have the rest of us against him if he did." Kord's youthful pride wouldn't let him entirely accept the defeat he'd just been handed. "From what I've heard about the Emerald Enclave," Druz said, settling the pack across her shoulders, "the druid would probably have made good on his threat to kill us all, even without the bear." The bear, too, had disappeared back into the forest. "Don't overlook the druid's generosity." Druz started for the clearing's edge. "Then why are you going with him?" Kord asked. "Because I have to." "That's not it," Tethys put in. "Druz has heard the jingle of the shepherd's money bags. If she goes with the druid and brings back proof of the kill, she'll claim the bounty for herself." "No," Druz said. "That's not what this is about for me." Tethys laughed mirthlessly. "We'll see, girl, but if you try to cut us out of what's lawfully ours, I'll slit your throat myself." Druz shrugged off the threat. She'd been around men like Tethys nearly all her life. In the next instant, she plunged into the forest, following the small, wiggling bushes that marked the druid's passage. She lengthened her stride, hoping to catch up.