Fires of Prophecy: The Morcyth Saga Book Two

by Brian S. Pratt

  The air becomes drier the further south they progress and the temperature starts to rise. They had warm, even hot days before, but nothing like this. James is literally baking under the sun, sure that he’s going to end up with a dilly of a sunburn.

  The road meanders along this desert-like territory for many miles before they begin to approach another small town. The citizens here all wear long flowing robes, kind of like the middle easterners wore back on Earth.

  There’s a company of the Empire’s soldiers garrisoned here and when they enter the outskirts of town, an officious looking man steps out of a building just ahead of them. James’ pulse begins to beat faster when he realizes the man means to intercept them. As he approaches he raises his hand, signaling for them to stop.

  “Greetings,” he says to them as they roll to a stop.

  “Good day to you as well,” James replies, giving him a small bow.

  “What brings you through Arakan, good merchant?” the official inquires.

  “Traveling through to deliver some goods in Korazan,” James replies nonchalantly.

  “Do you have a letter of travel?” the official questions. “Anyone not of the Empire requires one to be allowed to pass through our territory.”

  James reaches into his shirt and brings out the official looking letter and hands it over to him. His heart racing, he glances to Jiron and sees his right hand on a knife as he stares intently at the man as he reads the letter. He knows if it’s not what James had been hoping it was, they’ll have a fight on their hands.

  The man reads the letter and then hands it back to James, saying, “Very good, all seems to be in order. Hope you enjoy your stay here in Arakan.”

  Everyone visibly relaxes as James takes the letter back. “Do you have a carpenter here in town?” he asks.

  “We do have a blacksmith who doubles as our carpenter in emergencies,” the official says. “You’ll find him further down the road and a little off to the right. You can’t miss him.”

  Signaling Delia to get the wagon moving again, he says, “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re most welcome,” he replies as he turns to walk back to the building he came out of.

  “A carpenter? What for?” Jiron asks.

  “I want some shade to keep the sun off me,” he explains. Already the back of his neck, not to mention his nose, cheeks and arms are all beginning to turn red. He can feel the heat burning into them.

  They go down the road and soon hear the sound of metal being hammered. Turning off the road toward the sound, they come to the blacksmith’s shop. They find him working under an awning, hammering some hot metal as he turns it into a horseshoe.

  When he sees them approaching, he hammers the metal a few more times, inspects his work and then lays the horseshoe atop the anvil. He places the pincers he was using to hold the horseshoe on a nearby table and then comes over to greet them.

  “What can I do for you today?” he asks.

  “Was wondering if you might have some long boards and nails I could purchase?” James asks. “And maybe the use of a hammer for a few minutes?”

  The man nods, and says, “Got what you need out back,” he replies. “But if there’s any hammering to be done, I’ll do it. Follow me.” He leads them around the side of the awning covered area to where he has piles of rough cut boards along with a pile of scraps. “What will you be needing it for?” he asks.

  James gets down and walks over to him, “We’re not use to the intensity of the sun down here, so would like to create a framework above the wagons which we could secure some blankets to, in order to have some shade.”

  He looks at the wagons and says, “I got the stuff for that, it’ll cost a gold and seven silvers.”

  “Alright,” James says as he opens his pouch and takes out the money, handing it over. “How soon can you have it done?” he asks.

  “About an hour,” he replies. “I have to finish the shoe I’m working on before I start.”

  “Is there a place where we can eat while we wait?” he asks.

  The blacksmith points back the way they came and indicates a two story building. He says, “You can find something over there at the Cracked Pot.”

  “Thank you,” James says as he returns to the others. “It’s going to be about an hour,” he tells them, “so we may as well get something to eat while we wait.”

  They get down from the wagons, Jiron and Tinok secure the horses to a hitching post near the blacksmith’s shop. They then walk over to the building the blacksmith had indicated and find an old pot with a sizeable crack running down the side hanging out front. Opening the door, they enter the common room and sit at a table near an open window through which a slight breeze is blowing.

  Once seated, a girl comes over and starts to talk to them in the Empire’s language. James holds up his hand and says, “I’m sorry, but we don’t speak your language.”

  “Sorry,” she says with an accent as she switches to their speech, “but we don’t get many who don’t speak our language.”

  “That’s alright,” replies James. “What’s available?”

  “We have roasted goat or sliced goat placed between chunks of bread,” she says. “The goat is a silver each, and the other is four coppers.”

  “Sliced goat?” James asks to everyone. They all nod their heads and he says, “Okay, five of those please, and ale all around.” He digs out two silvers and hands them to her, “Will this cover it?”

  “Yes sir,” she says, placing the money within a pocket. “I’ll have it out in just a few minutes.” She then turns and heads to the kitchen to prepare their meals.

  “Sure is hot here,” Jiron comments to no one in particular.

  “You said it,” Tinok responds. “I’ve never seen it like this before. I mean, sure, back home it got hot, but this is insane.”

  “Just make sure to drink lots of water so you don’t get dehydrated,” James tells everyone.

  The girl returns from the kitchen with a tray laden with a large heap of sliced meat and three loaves of bread balanced on one hand, while in the other she has a pitcher and five mugs. Jiron gets up to help her as it looks like she’s about to lose it.

  “Thank you,” she says gratefully, smiling at him as he takes the tray from her and places it on the table.

  He gives her a slight bow and says, “Anything for a pretty lady.”

  The girl blushes, then places the pitcher and the mugs on the table. “If there’s anything else you require, just let me know.” She then returns to the kitchen.

  “Stop bothering people,” Delia says to Jiron sternly.

  “What?” Jiron exclaims. “Can’t a guy give a girl a compliment?”

  She just glares at him.

  James takes his knife and cuts off two slices of bread and then takes a slice of meat, placing it between them. Taking a big bite, he’s reminded of a hamburger from back home, though the flavor is a little stronger than what he’s used to.

  Everyone begins taking the bread and making ‘goat burgers’. The break from the trail is nice, what with being in the shade and a nice breeze coming in through the window. They finish eating before the hour is up and relax around the table until it’s time to return to the blacksmith’s. Tinok takes the last of the bread and stuffs the remaining goat inside it as he leaves the table, eating it on the way over.

  They’re surprised at what awaits them back at the blacksmith’s. Not only did he construct a frame for each wagon, but has also installed an off-white cloth covering for each as well.

  Seeing them enter, he comes over to them and asks, “How do you like it?”

  “Very nice,” James replies admiringly. Not only will anyone sitting on the driver’s bench be out of the sun, but it covers the entire wagon as well, shading the holding area.

  “You’re mounts looked thirsty,” he tells them, “so I took them over to the well and gave them water.” He indicates a well off to the side with a two foot trough sitting on the ground next to
it.

  “Thank you,” James says.

  “You’re welcome,” the blacksmith says as he leaves them to go back and work on more horseshoes.

  They get back on the wagons, Jiron on his horse, and resume their journey to Korazan. The shade provided by the covering helps immensely to alleviate the worst of the sun’s heat. Though it’s still incredibly hot, at least they’re no longer at risk of severe sunburn. Jiron though, doesn’t seem to be bothered by being out in the sun on his horse.

  After riding for a ways, Delia asks, “What would you have done if that paper turned out to not to have been a pass?”

  James shrugs, “I don’t know, that would have depended on what he did.”

  “Think we’ll be able to play this off in Korazan?” she asks.

  “Hope so,” he replies. “Not sure what else to do if it doesn’t.”

  They continue on in silence, every once in a while passing a caravan or other travelers going in the opposite direction. After one of the caravans passes, Jiron slows down until the wagon James is riding upon comes abreast of him and then asks, “Did you see those men in the caravan, the ones wearing only a brown loincloth?”

  “Yeah,” James said, “I noticed them.”

  “I think they were slaves,” he tells him. “The people who were captured when the City fell were dressed similarly when they were being marched south.”

  “Thanks,” James replies, “I didn’t know that.”

  Jiron gives him a quick nod then resumes his place at the front of the caravan.

  As time goes by more and more travelers pass, some having slaves accompanying them, others not. Whenever he sees them his anger blossoms, even though he is impotent to do anything about it. He would free them all if he could, but doing that would bring down the wrath of the powers that be. Miko must be his first and foremost concern right now.

  Not having reached the next town by the time the sun begins to near the horizon, they decide to pull over and make camp off the road a ways. The wagons are pulled in close to one another and the horses are picketed in a group nearby. They set about making camp when Tinok comes over to James with his water bottle and asks, “Have you got any extra water? Mine’s all gone.”

  “A little,” he replies. “I was trying to make it last.”

  “Can I have some?”

  “Sure,” he says, handing him his bottle.

  As Tinok drinks the last of his water, he begins to realize they may be in trouble. Out in this heat, they’re not going to last long without water. Then he glances over to the horses and realizes they’ve not had any water since the blacksmith’s earlier in the day. They must be really thirsty by now.

  He looks around the horizon for a source of water, but only scrub brush can be seen. This could be bad, he realizes. Calling them all together, he asks, “Who has water left?”

  Cassie and Jiron raise their hands, while Tinok and Delia shake their heads.

  “Seems we’ve gotten ourselves in a situation,” he says. “We’re going to die out here if we don’t find some water soon, not to mention the horses.”

  “What are we to do?” Jiron asks. “We’re miles away from anywhere and,” he glances around the horizon, “it doesn’t look like there’s any water to be found.”

  “There’s always water,” he tells them, “it’s just a matter of getting to it.”

  “I don’t see any water around here,” Tinok says as he looks around the horizon.

  “It’s beneath us,” he explains, pointing to the ground. “Under the surface.”

  “How are we going to get it?” Tinok asks.

  “Magic?” Delia guesses, looking questioningly toward James.

  He nods his head, “Magic. Now what I plan to do is to search with magic beneath the ground and when I’ve found it, get it to come up to the surface.”

  “Neat,” Cassie exclaims.

  “Just stay here and watch for anyone coming,” he says to them. He then turns and walks away from their camp, looking for a depression or hole where the water would be able to pool once he managed to bring it up. It wouldn’t do to spend all that time and energy to bring it up only to have the water run off and be absorbed back into the ground.

  He eventually comes across a place not thirty feet from camp that will suffice, and then sits down next to it. He begins concentrating and the magic flows out of him, down below the surface as he searches for water.

  Surprisingly, he finds water not very far below the surface, only about twenty feet or so. He sends his senses further down and discovers that there’s a sizeable reservoir there. Coming back to himself, he gets up and walks back over to the group, informing them of what he’s found. His head is dizzy from the heat and the effort it took to find the water.

  Incredibly hot and thirsty after the ordeal, he asks “Cassie, could I have the rest of your water?”

  She nods and then hands him her water bottle which he drains completely. “Thanks,” he says as he hands it back to her.

  “Now what?” Jiron asks.

  “Give me just a few minutes to rest and I’ll attempt to bring it up.” He goes over and sits down on a wagon, taking advantage of the shade the newly acquired covering gives. Even though the sun is about to go down, it’s still fairly hot.

  Once he’s rested and no longer feels dizzy, he gets down from the wagon and walks back to the area where he will attempt to bring up the water. Standing next to the depression he begins to summon the magic, sending it below the surface to where the water lies.

  He takes his time, finding fissures and cracks, weak spots that can be loosened and widened, making a way for the water to reach the surface. Little by little, as he widens a crack here and breaks through stone there, he begins to sense the water being forced to the surface by the pressure below.

  Once he’s created a fissure halfway to the surface the ground begins to shake, breaking his concentration and ending the spell. He stumbles as the shaking increases, cries of confusion come from the others who are watching him from over near the wagons.

  Suddenly, the ground cracks open and water geysers out of the ground, shooting twenty feet in the air before falling back down into the depression. The area rapidly fills with water as it continues surging out of the ground.

  Jiron reaches James’ side and claps him on the shoulder as he says, “You did it!”

  The others come to his side, congratulating him. They watch as the water fills the depression to capacity and begins creating a small pond, thirty feet in diameter. Then the water starts spilling over the side and is quickly absorbed by the ground.

  Tinok kneels down by the water and cups his hands, tasting it. He looks over to the others and shouts, “It’s good, and cool!”

  They all come over and drink their fill from the pool of cool water. The horses smell the water and begin straining against their tethers in an attempt to reach it.

  Jiron runs over and releases them, allowing them to come and drink their fill. Everyone fills their water bottles before returning to the wagons.

  “We were lucky there was no one around,” James says as he lies there near the campfire, relaxing.

  “Why?” Cassie asks.

  “Don’t want anyone to know I can do magic,” he explains. “They may still be on the lookout for the rogue mage that caused the destruction back at the City. I really don’t want them to begin putting two and two together.”

  “What does two and two have to do with anything?” asks Tinok.

  “Sorry, that’s just an expression from where I come from,” he replies. “It just means they might connect me with the things I did at the City. If they knew I was a mage, that is.”

  “Oh,” he says.

  “Maybe the next town we come to, we should buy several water barrels to carry with us,” Jiron suggests.

  “That may be a good idea,” agrees James. “We should have plenty of money left in the chest.”

  “What is the next town?” Cassie asks.

  “H
aven’t a clue.” James admits. “I’ve never been here before.”

  “How do you know that we’re even going in the right direction, then?” Jiron asks.

  “I figure Korazan should be further south,” he replies. “A major slave market would hardly be on the edge of the Empire. They would want it accessible to a large number of their people, so it stands to reason that it would be further into the Empire. Thus, south.”

  As they relax around the campfire, James absentmindedly reaches for his backpack, but then remembers that they left it back in Mountainside when they broke out of jail. Thinking of the things that are now lost to him, he gets sad and then mad. This place is just going from bad to worse, he thinks to himself. Now I’ve gone and lost my backpack.

  “Oh my god!” he suddenly exclaims, sitting up abruptly.

  “What?” Jiron asks.

  “My backpack!”

  “What about it?” Tinok inquires as he joins the conversation.

  “It’s back at the jail.”

  “So?” says Tinok. “We all lost some things when we left there. We were in a little bit of a hurry.”

  “You don’t understand,” exclaims James “I had some papers in there, notes I had been keeping about magic and other important stuff.”

  When he sees that he’s not getting through to them, he says, “My notes will make them realize that a mage was there. If they assume I’m the same mage as was at the City of Light, then they will know we’re heading south.”

  “And the only reason we would be heading south,” continues Delia, “would be to rescue someone from the slavers that had been taken when the City fell.”

  “That’s one reason,” James agrees. “And if they come to that conclusion, they’ll be waiting for us there.”

  “What do we do?” Cassie asks.

  James looks to Jiron and says, “Someone needs to go and retrieve it. Or at least destroy it and the papers it carries.”