Silverthorn

by Raymond E. Feist

  One of the barmen, not interested in who was responsible for trouble, sprang over the bar and landed atop the nearest combatant, who happened to be Martin. Longly held fast to Jimmy’s wrist, wiping ale from his own face. Laurie carefully put down his lute and with a running jump leapt from the dais to a tabletop and vaulted onto Longly’s back. Wrapping his arms around the large man’s throat, he began choking him.

  Longly rocked forward under the impact, then regained his balance while Laurie clung to him. Ignoring the singer, he looked at Roald, who was ready to fight. ‘You should not have thrown ale on Longly. Now I’m mad.’

  Jimmy’s face was turning white from the pain of the large man’s grip. Laurie said, ‘Somebody help me! This giant’s got a tree trunk for a neck!’

  Arutha sprang to his right just as Roald struck Longly in the face. The large man blinked, then, with an insolent toss, threw Jimmy into Roald, knocking the mercenary into Arutha. All three went down in a heap. With his other hand he reached back over his shoulder and grabbed Laurie by the tunic. He flipped the singer overhead, tumbling him over the table. The table leg nearest Jimmy collapsed and Laurie rolled off into Roald and Arutha as they struggled to rise.

  Martin had been grappling with the barman and finished off the encounter by tossing him back over the bar. He then reached out and seized Longly by the shoulder, turning him. The red-bearded man’s eyes seemed to light at finding an opponent worthy of his mettle. At four inches over six feet, Martin was taller, though giving up pounds to Longly in bulk. Longly’s voice sounded in a gleeful shout as he reached out and grabbed at Martin. Instantly they were in a wrestlers’ hold, each with his hand around the back of the other’s neck, opposite hand holding the other’s wrist. For a long moment they swayed, then moved slightly as each sought a better advantage for a throw.

  Laurie sat up, shaking his head. ‘It’s not human.’ Suddenly he realized he was sitting on Roald and Arutha and began disentangling himself.

  Jimmy got to his feet, wobbling as he stood. Laurie looked up at the boy as Arutha stood up. ‘What were you trying to accomplish by pulling that dirk?’ Laurie asked the thief. ‘Get us killed?’

  Jimmy looked angrily to where the two big men struggled for advantage. ‘Nobody talks about me that way. I’m no fop’s delight.’

  Laurie said, ‘Don’t take things so personally.’ He started to rise. ‘He just wants to play.’ Laurie’s knees buckled and he had to grab Jimmy to keep his feet. ‘I think.’

  Longly was giving out a strange assortment of grunts as he strove against Martin, while the Duke remained silent. Martin leaned forward, countering Longly’s larger bulk with greater height. What had started as a possible bloodletting had settled into a passably friendly wrestling contest, albeit a rough one. Longly suddenly pulled back, but Martin simply followed the move, releasing his hold on Longly’s neck but holding on to his wrist. In a single move he was behind the heavy man, holding Longly’s arm in a painful position behind his head. The fat man grimaced as Martin put pressure on the hold, slowly forcing him to his knees.

  Laurie helped Roald to his feet as the mercenary shook his head, trying to gather his wits. When his vision had cleared, he studied the contest. He said to Laurie, ‘That can’t be very comfortable.’

  Jimmy said, ‘I expect that’s why his face is turning purple.’

  Roald started to speak to Jimmy, but something caused his head to turn suddenly towards Arutha. Jimmy and Laurie followed his gaze and their eyes widened.

  Arutha, seeing all three staring at him, spun. A black-cloaked figure had managed to approach the table silently while the brawl was in progress. He stood stiffly behind Arutha, a dagger in his right hand poised to strike. The man’s eyes stared forwards and his mouth moved silently.

  Arutha’s hand shot out, knocking aside the dagger, but his eyes studied the figure behind the black-clad man. The Hadati warrior Jimmy and Martin had seen at the gate was poised, sword ready for another blow. He had struck silently at the assassin from behind, preventing a successful attack on the Prince. As the dying man collapsed, the Hadati quickly put up his slender sword and said, ‘Come, there are others.’

  Jimmy quickly examined the dead man and held up an ebony hawk on a chain. Arutha turned to Martin and said, ‘Martin! Nighthawks! Finish it!’

  Martin nodded to his brother, then, with a wrenching movement that almost dislocated Longly’s shoulder, drove him to his knees. Longly looked upwards at Martin, then closed his eyes in resignation as the Duke raised his right hand. Halting his strike, Martin said, ‘What use?’ and shoved Longly forward.

  The large man fell face downwards on the floor and then sat up, rubbing at his painful shoulder. ‘Ha!’ He laughed loudly. ‘You come back sometime, big hunter. You give Longly good thrashing, by gods!’

  They raced out of the inn to the stables. The stableboy nearly fainted at the sight of all these armed men running towards him. Arutha said, ‘Where are our horses?’ The boy pointed towards the rear of the stable.

  Martin said, ‘They’ll not stand up to a long run tonight.’

  Seeing other mounts, fresh and fed, Arutha said, ‘Who owns these?’

  The boy said, ‘My master, sir. But they are to be sold at auction next week.’

  Arutha signalled for the others to saddle the fresh mounts. The boy’s eyes teared as he said, ‘Please, sir, don’t kill me.’

  Arutha said, ‘We’ll not kill you, boy.’

  The boy cowered away while the animals were saddled. The Hadati took a saddle from what was obviously the inn’s supply of tack and made a sixth horse ready. Arutha mounted and tossed a pouch at the boy. ‘Here, tell your master to sell our mounts and make up the difference from what’s in the bag. Keep something for yourself.’

  When all were ready, they rode from the stable, through the gates of the inn courtyard, and down a narrow street. If an alarm was going out, the city gates would soon be closed. A death in a bar brawl was a chancy thing. They could be pursued or not, depending upon which officer of the city watch was on duty that night, as much as for any other cause. Arutha decided to take no chances and they raced for the city’s western gate.

  The city guards barely took notice when the six horsemen galloped past and disappeared down the highway towards the Free Cities. No alarm had been sounded.

  Down the road they flew, until the lights of Ylith were a distant glow in the night behind them. Then Arutha gave the signal to rein in.

  He turned to the Hadati. ‘We must speak.’

  They dismounted and Martin led them to a small glade some distance from the road. As Jimmy tethered the horses, Arutha said, ‘Who are you?’

  ‘I am Baru, called the Serpentslayer,’ answered the Hadati.

  Laurie said, ‘That is a name of power.’ He explained to Arutha, ‘To earn his name, Baru killed a wyvern.’

  Arutha looked at Martin, who inclined his head in respect. ‘To hunt dragonkind takes courage, strength of arm, and luck.’ Wyverns were first cousins to dragons. The difference was mainly of size. To face one was to face rage and talons, speed and fangs, twelve feet high at the shoulder.

  The Hadati smiled for the first time. ‘You are a hunter, as your bow proclaims, Duke Martin.’ At this Roald’s eyes widened. ‘Mostly, it takes luck.’

  Roald stared at Martin. ‘Duke Martin …’ He then looked at Arutha. ‘Then you’d be …’

  The Hadati said, ‘He is Prince Arutha, son of Lord Borric and brother to our King. Did you not know?’

  Roald sat back silently shaking his head in an emphatic no. He looked at Laurie. ‘This is the first time you’ve ever told only part of a story.’

  Laurie said, ‘It’s a long one and even stranger than the other.’ He said to Baru, ‘I see you are a northerner, but I do not know your clan.’

  The Hadati fingered his plaid. ‘This signifies I am of Ordwinson’s family of the Iron Hills Clan. My people live near the place you city men call Lake of the Sky.’

  ‘You B
loodquest?’

  He indicated the rolled scarf about his forehead. ‘I quest. I am Wayfinder.’

  Roald said, ‘He’s a sort of holy man … ah, Highness.’

  Laurie said, ‘A consecrated warrior. The scarf contains the names of all his ancestors. They can have no rest until he finishes his mission. He’s taken a vow to complete the Bloodquest or die.’

  ‘How do you know me?’ asked Arutha

  ‘I saw you on your way to the peace conference with the Tsurani at the end of the war. There is little about those days any of my clan will forget.’ He looked into the fire. ‘When our King called to us, we came to fight the Tsurani, and for nine years and more we did so. They were strong foemen, willing to die for honour, men who understood their place on the Wheel. It was a worthy struggle.

  ‘Then, in the spring of the last year of the war, the Tsurani came in great number. For three days and nights we fought, surrendering ground at great cost to the Tsurani. On the third day we who came from the Iron Hills were surrounded. Every fighting man of the Iron Hills Clan was numbered among those who stood at bay. To a man we should have died, save that Lord Borric saw us imperilled. Had not your father sortied to save us, our names would be but whispers upon yesterday’s wind.’

  Arutha recalled that Lyam’s letter about his father’s death had mentioned Hadati. ‘What has my father’s death to do with me?’

  Baru shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I was seeking knowledge at the gate. Many pass there, and I was asking questions to aid my quest. Then I saw you pass. I thought it would be interesting to discover why the Prince of Krondor would enter one of his own cities as a common fighter. It would help pass the time while I sought information. Then the assassin came, and I couldn’t stand idly by and watch him slaughter you. Your father saved the manhood of my people. I saved your life. Perhaps that pays a debt in part. Who can know how the Wheel turns?’

  Arutha said, ‘At the inn you said there were others?’

  ‘The man who tried to kill you followed you into the inn, watched you for a moment, then returned outside. There he spoke to a street boy, giving him money, and the boy ran off. He saw the three who fought with you and stopped them before they could pass. I heard nothing that was said, but he pointed to the inn and the three entered.’

  Arutha said, ‘Then the fight was staged.’

  Jimmy, who had finished with the horses, said, ‘More likely he knew Longly’s temper and made sure he knew some strangers were at his usual table, in case they were heading somewhere else and might miss us.’

  Laurie said, ‘He might have wanted to keep us busy until others arrived, then saw what he thought was too good a chance to miss.’

  Arutha said, ‘Had you not been there, Baru, it would have been too good a chance to miss.’

  The Hadati took this as thanks and said, ‘There is no debt. As I said, it may be I who am paying off a debt.’

  Roald said, ‘Well then, I guess you’ve sorted everything out. I’ll be off for Ylith.’

  Arutha exchanged glances with Laurie. The minstrel said, ‘Roald, old friend, I think you should change your plans.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Well, should you have been noticed with the Prince, which seems likely, as there were thirty or forty people in the inn when the brawl broke out, those who are looking for him may decide to ask you where we’re bound.’

  With false bravado Roald said, ‘Just let them try.’

  Martin said, ‘We’d rather not. They can be determined. I’ve had dealings with moredhel before, and they lack tenderness.’

  Roald’s eyes widened. ‘The Brotherhood of the Dark Path?’

  Martin nodded and Laurie said, ‘Besides, you’re presently at liberty.’

  ‘Which is how I plan to stay.’

  Arutha tried a sterner stand. ‘You’d say no to your Prince?’

  ‘No disrespect intended, Highness, but I’m a free man not in your service and I’ve broken no laws. You have no authority over me.’

  ‘Look,’ said Laurie, ‘there’s a likelihood these assassins are going to look hard for anyone seen with us. And even though you’re as tough a boot as I’ve known, I’ve seen what they can do and I’d not risk being taken alone by them.’ Roald’s resolve seemed unshaken.

  Martin said, ‘We could certainly find some reward for service.’

  Roald, visibly brightening, said, ‘How much?’

  Arutha replied, ‘Stay until we complete our quest and I’ll pay you … a hundred golden sovereigns.’

  Without hesitation Roald said, ‘Done!’ It was easily four months’ wages for even a seasoned caravan guard.

  Arutha then looked at Baru. ‘You spoke of needing information. Can we aid your Bloodquest?’

  ‘Perhaps. I seek to find one of those you know as the Brotherhood of the Dark Path.’

  Martin raised an eyebrow at Arutha. ‘What have you to do with the moredhel?’

  ‘I seek a large moredhel of the Yabon hills, who wears a topknot, so’ – he pantomimed a horsetail of hair – ‘and three scars upon each cheek. I have been told he has come to the south on some black mission. I had hoped to hear of him from travellers, for one like that will stand out among the moredhel of the south.’

  Arutha said, ‘If he has no tongue, then he attacked us on our way to Sarth.’

  ‘That is him,’ said Baru. ‘The tongueless one is called Murad. He is a chieftain of the Clan Raven moredhel, blood enemies of my people since the dawn of time. Even his own people fear him. The scars upon his face speak of pacts with dark powers, though little beyond that is known. He has not been seen in years, since before the Riftwar when moredhel moss-troopers raided across the hill borders of Yabon.

  ‘He is the cause of the Bloodquest. He was seen again two months ago when he led a band of black-armoured warriors past one of our villages. For no good reason he paused long enough to destroy the village, burning every building and killing everyone there except the herdsboy who described him to me. It was my village.’ With an almost resigned sigh he said, if he was near Sarth, then there I must go next. This moredhel has lived too long.’

  Arutha nodded to Laurie, who said, ‘Actually, Baru, if you stay with us, he’ll most likely come looking for you.’ Baru looked quizzically at the Prince, and Arutha told him of Murmandamus and his servants and the quest for Anita’s cure.

  When he had finished, the Hadati grinned and there was no humour in it. ‘Then I shall take service with you, Highness, if you will accept me, for fate has thrown us together. You are hunted by my enemy and I will have his head before he can have yours.’

  ‘Good,’ said Arutha. ‘You will be welcome, for we follow a dangerous road.’

  Martin stiffened, and in almost the same instant Baru was coming to his feet, moving towards the trees behind the Duke. Martin signalled for silence, and before the others could move, he vanished into the trees, a step behind the hillman. The others began to move until Arutha motioned for them to hold. As they stood motionless in the dark, they heard what had alerted Martin and the Hadati. Echoing through the night was the sound of riders coming down the road from Ylith.

  Long minutes passed, then the sound of hoofbeats passed, heading southwest. A few more minutes after, Martin and Baru reappeared. Martin whispered, ‘Riders, a dozen or more, moving down the road as if there were demons coming behind.’

  ‘Black armour?’ asked Arutha.

  Martin said, ‘No, these were human, and hard to see in the dark, but I judge them a rough crew.’

  ‘The Nighthawks could have hired extra bashers if they needed. Ylith’s that sort of town,’ Laurie said.

  Jimmy agreed. ‘Maybe only one or two were Nighthawks, but hired knives kill as quickly as any others.’

  Baru said, ‘They head towards the Free Cities.’

  ‘They’ll be back,’ said Roald. Arutha turned to look at the mercenary in the gloom, barely seeing his face in the faint moonlight. ‘Your Baron Talanque has a new customs shed five miles dow
n the road. My caravan passed it this afternoon. Seems there’s been some new smuggling from Natal of late. They’ll find out from the guards no one passed this night, and they’ll be back.’

  ‘Then,’ said Arutha, ‘we must be away. The question is how we reach Elvandar. I planned on travelling the road north to Yabon, then going west.’

  Roald said, ‘From Ylith north you’ll meet some who know you from the war, Highness. Especially around LaMut. Had I any wits about me, I’d have figured it out after a while.’

  ‘Then which way?” asked the Prince.

  Martin said, ‘We could head straight west from here, take the South Pass, and run the Grey Towers along the western face through the Green Heart. It’s dangerous, but …’

  Arutha said, ‘But goblins and trolls are known enemies. That is how we shall travel. Now let’s be off.’

  They mounted and moved out, Martin in the lead. Slowly they wended their way through the dark and silent forests, heading west. Arutha hid his anger, forcing it down within. The uneventful trip from Sarth to Ylith had lulled him, making him forget for a while what dangers existed. But the ambush at the inn and the pursuing riders had turned his awareness back to the dangers. Murmandamus and his agents might have been denied their magic means of finding him, but they still had a net out, one that had nearly caught him.

  Jimmy rode last in line, and he watched behind for a while, hoping not to see signs of followers. Soon sight of the road was lost in the darkness, and the boy returned his attention to Roald’s and Laurie’s backs, the only things he could see before him.

  • Chapter Thirteen •

  Stardock

  The wind whipped the water to white foam.

  Gardan looked at the distant shore of Stardock, wishing he could ride to the academy instead of trusting fate to keep a barge right side up. Still, it was on an island. He had endured sea voyages before, but despite a lifetime living in a seaport he hated travelling over water, though he would never openly admit as much.