Blood Magic (Amica Saga #4)

By Richard S. Tuttle

Posing as a merchant's warrior, the Avenging Shadow sneaks into the Northlands to learn what the rogue mages have in store for Amica, but the enemy is waiting for him and seals the mountain pass that is his only path of escape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard S. Tuttle
• Release date: Dec 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311774446

Richard S. Tuttle

eBook Reviews Weekly called Richard “...one of this century's leading authors of innovative fantasy tales." Molly Martin calls him “...a skillful weaver of tales.”Richard S. Tuttle began his writing career in 1997 with the release of the Targa Trilogy (Origin Scroll, Dark Quest, Ancient Prophecy). That trilogy became the foundation for the Alcea Collection, a seventeen volume epic fantasy collection of three series (Targa Trilogy, Sword of Heavens, Demonstone Chronicles).His other works include the Forgotten Legacy, an eight volume series, Complement for a King, a two volume miniseries, and the Amica Saga, his most current work currently in its seventh volume.

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Chapter 1

Secret Trip North

The rogue mage was in a foul mood, a mood almost as foul as the dreary weather of the Byakastan-Haverstan border region. He had ridden west out of Clandor Kye for a week into a vast forsaken area that had been abandoned over four hundred years ago when the Mage Wars came to an abrupt end. The land was pitted with deep jagged canyons running perpendicular to his direction of travel, and Crand had a hard time imagining the land as a battlefield, yet that is what it was long ago. According to history, fierce battles raged along the border before Alfor managed to unite the four countries of the Northlands under his rule. The whole border area was sprinkled with ancient castles that had been the focal points of that war, but no one lived there any more. The area was just too inaccessible. Because of the rugged terrain, the coastal road between Clandor Kye and Jemain curved far inland, over one hundred leagues from the sea. Of course, an inhospitable wilderness was exactly what the rogue mages desired. No one purposely traveled anywhere near Termiz Castle, and those who stumbled upon it by accident disappeared without a trace. Crand hoped that he did not turn into one of those who disappeared. He had been summoned to the castle, and while no reason for the summons was given, he knew it was about his failures at the hands of the Avenging Shadow. There was little room for failure among the rogue mages, and he had failed three times now. He ignored the pelting rain and started to think of a way to alleviate the fury that would be waiting for him at Termiz Castle.

Several hours later, Termiz Castle came into view. It looked as old and decrepit as the other border area castles dotting the badlands. It appeared abandoned and forgotten, but Crand knew better. He had been there before. He rode into the courtyard and dismounted, a servant appearing out of nowhere to take the reins from him. Crand ignored the servant and entered the castle. He expected another servant to show him to a room where he could rest and refresh himself, but that was not to be. He was led immediately to the throne room where a mage sat upon a throne as if he were the king. Crand knew he was in trouble. He bowed respectfully.

You are a failure, Crand, accused the mage lord. You were given great tasks to complete because I had confidence in your abilities, but you have proved to be a great disappointment. You have lost our source of iron. You have lost millions in the Riviera, but worst of all, you have lost many of our brothers, and that is something that I cannot forgive. Give me a reason why I should spare your life.

Crand had seen others punished in this fashion, and he remembered how each of them groveled for their lives. From his remembrances, none of them had fared well. Crand decided that he would not grovel for the lord's pleasure.

I have failed you? scowled Crand. You are wrong. I bilked the riches out of Kor. That was my plan, not anyone else's, and I warned Voltak to leave when I did. Had he done so, he would not have perished. I brought those riches into our coffers. I see no failure on my part.

The mage lord was taken aback by the aggressive defense, yet a thin smile cracked his lips. You lost our iron supply, he said accusingly.

I was the one to setup that very supply, retorted Crand, and it fed our iron needs for years. I will admit that the supply is gone now, but everything comes to an end. My work in Grim is something I am proud of. Perhaps if I had stayed in charge of the operation, it might still be viable, but my skills were needed elsewhere. Those fools who perished in Grim were inattentive and lazy. They ignored my warning to keep a keen watch.

It is easy to blame the dead, scowled the lord. Will you blame your dead brothers for the fiasco in the Riviera as well?

The Riviera was indeed a failure, conceded Crand, but you are unfair to lay the blame for that at my feet. My plan succeeded in accumulating a vast amount of wealth in a short time span. Were it not for the sudden appearance of the Avenging Shadow, you would be praising my actions.

But he did appear, retorted the mage lord, and you lost that wealth. How is blaming you unfair?

Put the blame where it belongs, demanded Crand. The Sword of Articus should never have been reborn. Who allowed the Sword of Articus to escape from Lantana? Who allowed Antioch to rebirth that ancient artifact? It wasn't me. My plans have been wildly successful, but the failures of our brothers on Lantana are destroying everything.

There is plenty of blame to go around, conceded the mage lord, but the sword is reborn, and the Avenging Shadow does exist. Your plans should have taken appropriate measures to deal with such an event.

We did have plans for the appearance of the Avenging Shadow in the Riviera, stated Crand, but his arrival was incredulously soon after Grim. It is inconceivable that he was able to leave Grim and turn up in Paradise in only a matter of weeks. Had he arrived a week later, that wealth would not have been there, and if my people had followed my instructions, they would not have died. I had no trouble leaving Paradise because I followed the plan. Do not hold me accountable for the failures of others.

So you are blameless? scoffed the mage lord. Your actions in the Riviera lured the Avenging Shadow like a moth to a flame.

No, Crand shook his head. The Avenging Shadow showed up in the Riviera because we have a spy amongst us. That is the only way he could have arrived so soon.

That is unbelievable, retorted the mage lord. Why would any of our brothers betray us?

I don't know, answered Crand, but I will prove it to you.

How? asked the mage lord.

The spy will undoubtedly tell the Avenging Shadow that I have fled to the Northlands, Crand said. I guarantee that he will be here soon. He will show up in Clandor Kye looking for me. That will be proof that we have a spy.

Crand smiled inwardly knowing that the Avenging Shadow had seen the papers hidden in the Emporium in Paradise. Without any other lead to follow, he felt sure that the Avenging Shadow would come to Clandor Kye to kill him, but he wasn't about to admit to the mage lord that the papers had been seen. That would be seen as another failure. The story of a spy made for a better scapegoat.

Were he fool enough to enter the Northlands, promised the mage lord, he will never leave alive. All right, Crand, I will give you another chance to prove yourself. Return to Clandor Kye and prepare for the Avenging Shadow.

Crand swallowed hard as he realized that the mage lord intended to use him as bait for the Avenging Shadow. It was not exactly what he had in mind.

* * *

The dwarven mage was tired and irritable when he arrived at the rambling farmhouse in Avesta where the meeting was to be held. He hadn't realized how much he depended on Kwang during long journeys, but the Dohari dwarven half-breed hadn't been heard from in some time, so Brakus had had to travel alone. Not only had that made him irritable, it also made him late. As he descended the stairs to the hidden council chamber below the farmhouse, he heard Gaynor pushing for a vote. The council leader, Tobias, asked if there were objections to a vote, and Brakus raised his voice to announce his arrival.

If I am to vote on something, Brakus said loudly as he entered the room, I would like to be informed first."

The meeting is practically over, snapped Gaynor. Do you think we should all sit here while you are brought up to speed?

Only if the matter holds significance, Brakus replied calmly as he took a seat at the table. If it is a weighty matter, then all voices should be heard before a vote. While I apologize for my tardiness, I do not think a few minutes more will harm the world.

Gaynor is pushing for the council to wage war against the Avenging Shadow, stated Eldora, an elven wizard.

Brakus gazed around the table, inspecting the mood of his fellow wizards. At each meeting that Gaynor brought up the Avenging Shadow, more of the council seemed to be leaning in his direction, and Brakus knew that the council was teetering on a precipice that could change the course of the future. He calmed himself so that his words would not carry any hint of urgency.

Again? sighed the dwarven mage. Every time there is a ripple on the surface of the lake, you envision a tidal wave, Gaynor. While there will come a time when this council might have to take a stand on this issue, that time is in the future, not now.

I disagree, snarled Gaynor. Every day that we delay, the Avenging Shadow becomes more of a threat to our continued existence. The Sword of Articus must be destroyed, and we cannot afford to wait any longer. The Avenging Shadow killed hundreds of people in Kor last year, and thousands in Grim. Now he has rampaged through the Riviera killing hundreds more. He must be stopped.

He restored peace to Kor, countered Brakus, and he did the same in Grim. This council should be more worried about the rogue mages of Lantana than the Avenging Shadow. Are you not concerned about the possibility of a return to the Mage Wars?

Inconceivable, retorted Gaynor. So a handful of mages are stealing gold. So what? Such thefts are no concern of this council, but the Sword of Articus can destroy us. The shields that are meant protect our very lives are no protection against that cursed sword. It must be destroyed. Why are you fighting against a logical conclusion?

Because your conclusion is not logical, Brakus replied. I know what transpired in Grim. I made a point of visiting Grimstaadt and talking with King Clement about what happened there. The king is pleased with what the Avenging Shadow did in his country, and you exaggerate the severity of the death toll. There were hundreds of deaths, not thousands. The Avenging Shadow killed only those who refused to surrender.

As if hundreds were not enough deaths to move us to action, ridiculed Gaynor. You are entitled to your fantasy about the Avenging Shadow, Brakus, but I am entitled to call for a vote on the matter. His latest rampage included the Crown Vineyards right here in Avesta. Not ten leagues from where we sit, the Avenging Shadow killed fifty winery workers and burned down the winery. We cannot afford to sit idle until he attacks us directly. I demand a vote.

Brakus sighed again. He knew that he could not stop the coming vote, but he could make one more argument and hope that it swayed enough members to reject the call for immediate action.

You will have your vote, Gaynor, Brakus said, but I want to remind the members of this council of our purpose in life. We are not the keepers of law and order in Amica. We have kings and armies for that purpose. The Amica Council of Wizards is a body to set policy and direction for the wizards of Amica. As such, our concern is not one of politics, but rather the well being of our wizards. In regards to the Avenging Shadow, not one wizard has been harmed by the Sword of Articus. Not a single one. If the Avenging Shadow is right about the coming Mage Wars, and he is stopped from using the Sword of Articus to halt such turmoil, how many of us will die in the coming firestorm? I am not trying to make light of the power of the Sword of Articus. Its power scares me as much as any wizard, but it was truly needed when Terrus the Liberator wielded it. If there is any chance that it will be needed again, this council must refrain from making hasty decisions until we understand things better.

Tobias called for a vote to seek the destruction of the Sword of Articus. The motion failed, but Brakus noted that nearly half of the wizards were in favor of the motion. That disturbed him greatly, and he made a point of meeting up with the elven wizard as the meeting broke up.

I have not yet heard what transpired in the Riviera, Brakus said to Eldora, but it must have been severe for the council to vote as they did. Can you enlighten me?

The Avenging Shadow struck in Paradise, replied the elf. While Gaynor is correct that hundreds died, from what I understand, those deaths were mostly bandits, although five were mages. It seems that the mages were stealing gold in numerous ways including the theft of gold shipments from the mine in Trula. They were also using tainted wine to hold control over the King of Vago.

From the winery in Avesta? asked Brakus.

Indeed, nodded the elf. The Crown Winery was the source of the tainted wine. I do not know for certain, but I heard the men who died at the winery were not winery workers, but guards. The winery was a nonworking facility. I think Gaynor is trying to make more out of the situation than it truly is, but I can understand his fear of the Sword of Articus. You seem to not fear that sword so much. Why is that?

Brakus looked around to make sure that no one was nearby before speaking. I have seen that sword, he revealed, and it does scare me a great deal, but I am not convinced that destroying is the right path to take.

You've seen it? echoed the elf. How is that possible?

We captured the Avenging Shadow, stated the dwarf. It was a hard decision to make, but we let him go. He told us of the coming Mage Wars, and frankly, that scares me much more than the sword.

Eldora gasped. If Gaynor were to discover that…

I know, sighed Brakus. He would be able to make a case that I was in league with the Avenging Shadow, and that would pave the way for him to turn the council to his will. That is why I have not mentioned it. In truth, Eldora, I am beginning to think that we should all be in league with the Avenging Shadow. We not only captured the Avenging Shadow, we also captured Antioch, the Head Archivist of Lantana. He is the one who smuggled the sword out of Lantana and restored it. We questioned them separately and their stories were the same. They truly believe that the rogue mage problem is the tip of something much larger and more sinister. If they are right, the wizards of Amica will be called upon to battle the mages of Lantana. As much as we fear it, we can't afford to be at odds with the Sword of Articus.

I see why you are urging caution, agreed Eldora, but the elves and dwarves will be spared from the worst no matter which position we take.

I wish I could believe that, Brakus shook his head. I posed that very thought to Antioch, but he was quick to point out the folly of such a thought. The old Mage Wars were fought between mages and their minions, and we were able to avoid the conflict as they fought amongst themselves. If the archivist is correct, this time will be far different. If will involve a unified group of mages extending their domain to encompass the entire continent, and there will be no hiding from them. Either way you look at it, Eldora, the elves and the dwarves are about to be dragged into the affairs of humans. We need to decide our future path quickly.

* * *

Frieda was Gaynor's apprentice before she became a master wizard, and she had accompanied him to the meeting of the Amica Council of Wizards, but as a visitor, she had no voting rights.

Your vote would have put us over the top, Gaynor grumbled as they left the old farmhouse in Avesta and began riding eastward. I need to get you on the council."

Can you do that? asked Frieda. Can you really get me a seat on the council?

I don't know, admitted Gaynor. The number of seats on the council are limited, and there is currently no opening, but you are wiser than half of the members there. I can't believe those fools can not see the danger in the Sword of Articus. It must be destroyed no matter the cost.

You know that I agree with you, Frieda responded. Perhaps we can figure out a way to have one of the members step aside.

Gaynor looked at his companion and smirked. I do like your spirit, Frieda. Many wizards would accept the limitations imposed by others and spend years waiting for an invitation to join the council, but that is not how one should think. As I taught you when you were my apprentice, if you see something you want, you must aggressively pursue it. If we put our heads together, we might come up with a way to create a vacancy on the council. Why don't you come back to Kor with me and we can work on that?

Frieda sighed. I would like that, she said, but I have taken on an apprentice of my own, and I need to get back to Leborg.

An apprentice? Gaynor said with surprise. You do move quickly. You were an apprentice yourself not too long ago.

It's been two years, Gaynor, Frieda replied. I managed to find an apprentice with great potential. Why don't you travel with me to Leborg? You can meet my apprentice and make your own evaluation.

The two wizards rode on in silence for a while before Gaynor nodded in agreement. Why not? he said. It's been quite a while since I was in Kettland.

* * *

Gaynor and Frieda entered the Bardia Gate, one of the four fortresses of Amica. The fortress guarded the pass through the Transcedic Mountains between Bardia in the Lakelands and Kettland in the Midlands. As it was already late in the day, they decided to spend the night at the fortress before heading down to Leborg in the morning. The autumn weather was fair with just a hint of a chill in the mountain air, and the two wizards enjoyed a leisurely meal in the camping area of the fortress. As was his custom, Gaynor rose after the meal and took a stroll. Frieda accompanied him.

This reminds of the days when I was your apprentice, Frieda said warmly. Sometimes I miss those days.

Frieda continued reminiscing as they walked. Gaynor muttered comments to indicate that he was listening, but in truth, that was a habit honed over the years. He had already tuned the woman out, his mind pondering plans for the destruction of the Avenging Shadow. Frieda didn't seem to notice. As they rounded the corner of the fortress, Gaynor suddenly halted, his eyes gazing at a couple of people sparing. For a long time, he just stood, silently watching the people fight. Eventually, Frieda tugged on his arm.

Have you heard a word I said? she asked. Are you all right, Gaynor?

The gray-haired wizard signaled for his companion to be quiet. Frieda frowned and followed Gaynor's gaze. She saw the man and woman fighting, but she continued to move her gaze in an attempt to locate what her mentor was concerned with. She couldn't see anything disturbing.

What is it, Gaynor? she whispered.

That is the Avenging Shadow, Gaynor whispered in reply.

Frieda gasped and Gaynor scowled at her.

Remain composed, he ordered. Do not let them see you gawking at them.

Who is the woman? Frieda whispered.

She is a Lantanan mage, he replied. She was with him when he struck Dorak in Odessa.

Are you sure? she pressed.

Gaynor grabbed Frieda's hand and led her around the corner of the building so that the Avenging Shadow would not seem them gawking.

I am positive, Gaynor said when they were out of sight of the fighters. Dorak's death was a sight that I will never forget. It is seared in my memory.

What do we do? asked Frieda. Should we inform the soldiers?

Gaynor stood silent for a few moments before answering. No, he eventually said. They are obviously traveling somewhere, and they would flee if they were accosted. I doubt the soldiers would be able to constrain them, and we would never find them again.

So we just let them escape? argued Frieda. That doesn't make sense. We are powerful wizards. Can we use our powers to kill him?

We would be wise to keep our distance, Gaynor shook his head.

And let them walk away? protested Frieda. I can't do that.

Gaynor suddenly smiled. They must be heading north from the Riviera, he surmised, and not in any particular hurry. This is our chance for action, but we need not endanger ourselves to take advantage of this situation. You said that your apprentice is talented?

You can't be serious? balked Frieda. No apprentice is going to kill the Avenging Shadow.

I disagree, retorted Gaynor. If it is done correctly, the apprentice will succeed where a master would fail. Go and get your apprentice. I will stay here and keep an eye on our prey. If they leave before you return, I will follow at a distance so keep an eye out for me during your travels.

Why my apprentice? demanded Frieda. Give me a hint at least.

Your apprentice will find a way to join the Avenging Shadow's group on his journey, explained Gaynor. Then we wait for the opportune moment to strike. Trust in me, Frieda. Getting the Avenging Shadow will guarantee your seat on the Amica Council of Wizards, and I have a plan that is foolproof.

Frieda nodded and departed to get her horse and continue her journey to Leborg. Gaynor moved away from the corner of the building, putting distance between him and the Avenging Shadow while opening up a view of him. He settled in to watch the fighters spar. Eventually the spar ended, and the couple casually moved off to a remote area of the camp. Gaynor kept them in sight, but he was too far away to hear their words.

That was a good spar, Marcus said to Mari. You kept me on my toes.

I kept you on your toes? the enforcer echoed with a chuckle. I have never fought such an opponent before, and I am sure that you were just toying with me. I can't believe the warrior you have turned out to be.

I've had good teachers, Marcus smiled. We will have to do more of this during our travels. I will teach you what I have learned.

Mari frowned. I would like that, she said, but we can hardly call this traveling. We have already dallied far too long here. The winter comes early in the Northlands. How long are we going to continue to wait for Antioch?

Marcus frowned in return. I have given up hope of him joining us, Marcus admitted. He should have been here three weeks ago. As soon as Nigil and Taraka contact us and tell us the wagon is finished, we will leave for the Northlands.

I understand the need for them to go to the city and purchase clothing to play their parts, Mari replied, but the need for a wagon escapes me. It is hardly needed to carry our goods, and it will slow us down considerably. Besides, why have one built? Why not just buy one in Leborg or Perth as we pass through?

It will ease our passage through the Northern Gate, smiled Marcus. You will understand when you see it.

Then my questions will wait, Mari said with a sigh of frustration. How much longer must we wait here? We could be enjoying an inn in the city with the others.

Three more days at most, promised Marcus. By then the wagon will be complete. If Antioch has not arrived by then, we leave without him.

Chapter 2

Northern Gate

The wagon rolled smoothly along the Gaston-Erdal Road. For days the travelers had ridden through an endless grassy prairie that was devoid of human habitation. Occasionally they would sight a small copse of trees in the distance or a herd of horses running free, but they had not seen another person in days. The four travelers were dressed in simple traveling leathers, two on the seat of the wagon and two riding before the wagon. They rode mostly in silence, each lost in their own thoughts of the coming danger. Eventually, the lead rider spoke loudly.

I see buildings in the distance, Marcus called out. I suspect that we will arrive in Erdal soon. Be on guard. Our time of leisure is about to end. Remember who you are supposed to be.

Should Nigil and Taraka change into something finer? Mari asked softly.

Marcus looked at the enforcer riding alongside him and shook his head. They are dressed fine for Erdal. They will need to change before we get to the Northern Gate, but that will be some days after we leave Erdal.

Any word from Antioch? Mari asked. I am worried about him. Just where is he?

Marcus sighed. The enforcer was becoming more and more curious about where Antioch was, and he could not tell her because of his vow to the archivist. Still, he had to admit that he was very concerned himself. Antioch and Kwang were supposed to leave Taragor over two months ago, but the constant promises of leaving the next day had become so routine that Marcus had stopped contacting Kwang. He hadn't talked to the dwarf in over a month. He decided to give it one more shot.

Perhaps I should contact him again, Marcus said as he guided his horse towards the side of the rode. Continue onward. I won't be long.

Marcus halted at the side of the road and waved for the wagon to continue onward. He triggered one of his gems and softly called Kwang's name. Kwang didn't respond immediately, and Marcus pictured the dwarf pondering what he could say that would not sound like another empty promise. He called Kwang's name again and waited.

Sorry, apologized the dwarf. Antioch promises…

Stop, demanded Marcus. I am not interested in hearing any more empty promises. What I would like you to do is deliver my words to the archivist. Will you do so?

Of course, agreed Kwang. I will deliver them as if they came straight from your lips.

Thank Antioch for all that he has done for me, Marcus said. The Avenging Shadow would not have been possible without him. I don't know if I will survive my journey into the Northlands, and if I don't, the destruction of the rogue mages will fall to him. I hope whatever knowledge he has gained in Taragor will prepare him for what is to come. If not, he will have wasted his time there.

You can't be serious, balked Kwang. Antioch was adamant that you not enter the Northlands without him. Let me talk to him one more time before you head north.

It is too late, Kwang, Marcus responded. I am already in Erdal. I will enter the Northlands within a week. There is no turning back.

Erdal? sighed Kwang. Antioch was sure that you would wait for him. I suspect he was hoping to delay you until spring.

I will not be delayed while Antioch searches ancient scrolls, retorted Marcus. Time is not on our side, Kwang. The rogue mages will strike when they are ready, and I will not waste a single moment waiting for them to act. I have already wasted too much time. Give my warmest regards to Antioch. I will not bother contacting you again.

Marcus broke the connection and urged his horse to catch up to the others.

Kwang stood staring at the wall for a while, his face etched with concern. He mechanically marched to the kitchen and prepared a plate of food for the mage. With the plate prepared, he went in search of Antioch. When he found the mage, he halted in the doorway. He stared at the old man, for an old man the mage appeared to be. Antioch's gray hair had grown long and unmanageable. His face was covered with a long beard, the facial hair broken only by the mage's dark, sunken eyes. The archivist looked haggard and unkempt. Kwang crossed the room and placed the food directly in front of the mage on top of the papers he had been reading. Antioch looked up in confusion.

I just talked to Marcus, Kwang began.

In the morning, Antioch replied distractedly with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Kwang sighed and shook his head knowing that Marcus's words would have no impact on the mage until the dwarf could gain his full attention. He turned around and went in search of a mirror knowing that the archivist would be shocked by his disheveled appearance.

* * *

The city of Erdal was small by Amican standards, but it was the capital and only city of the large Midlands country of Mirdsteppe. The city was surrounded by huge corrals where the horse ranchers brought their herds to market. On the northern edge of town was a vast open market area where traveling merchants could set up stalls to peddle their wares. In recent years, that market area played host to a great number of merchants from north of the Northern Wall. It was in that market that Becca purchased furs from the Northlands instead of passing through the Northern Gate, and it was where Marcus found Becca and Camy waiting for them.

Welcome to Erdal, smiled Becca, We expected you sooner.

Where is Antioch? asked Camy.

He is not coming, Marcus replied dismissively. Have you managed to gather any more information for me?

I have had a productive time here in Erdal, smiled the spymaster. Shall we retire to an inn in the city and talk?

We have already checked into the Red Horseshoe Inn in the city, answered Marcus. We can talk there.

The three riders mounted their horses and rode back into the city. As they were heading for the Red Horseshoe, Marcus struck up a conversation with Becca.

Why are you still here? he asked. I thought you would have returned home a long time ago.

Camy and my father thought it would be wise to accompany you into the Northern Gate, Becca answered. While they will not let us pass through with the rest of you, it will give us a great chance to observe the inner portions of the fortress.

Why would they even allow you inside? asked Marcus.

I am known here in Erdal as a representative of the Kaufmann Shipping Company, smiled Becca. The soldiers will have no problem verifying my identity with the constant stream of vendors heading back to the Northlands. As Kaufmann Shipping is responsible for the delivery of the cargo, it will seem plausible that a representative would want to make sure that we passed through the Northern Gate.

I will be going with her, interjected Camy. I want to see what I can see inside those walls in case you can't report on it.

Marcus nodded.

I know that you and Mari will be posing as guards employed by Kaufmann Shipping, asked Becca, but who are Taraka and Nigil supposed to be?

Lord and Lady Tara, answered Marcus. Lord Tara is a distant cousin of Pierre LeBouf.

Can Nigil pull that off? asked Camy.

I think so, answered Marcus. He spent several days talking to the old artisan while he made the glass figurines. He knows enough about the family history to be believable. Remember, Nigil has been successfully portraying a lord for years. He will do fine.

Is there a real Lord Tara? asked Becca.

He is real according to the archives in Paradise, smiled Marcus, and that is all that matters. Any attempt to validate his identity will be successful. I have assurances of that from the king himself.

The trio reached the Red Horseshoe Inn and stabled their horses. They went up the stairs and everyone assembled in the sitting room of Lord Tara's suite. Camy immediately took command of the meeting.

I've managed to learn a great deal about the Northlands from the traders in the open market, he began. I will give you a brief overview. Feel free to ask questions if you have any.

Camy paused until Marcus nodded his agreement.

The Northlands comprise one fourth of the land mass of Amica, the spymaster began. It is made up of the four kingdoms north of the Northern Wall mountain range. There is only one pass through that mountain range, and that is the Northern Gate, sixty leagues north of where we sit. There is no other land passage into the Northlands. The road leading north out of Erdal is called the Northern Road, and it passes through the Northern Gates to a small town ten leagues north of the pass. That town is called Gateway and it marks the intersection of the only two major roads in all of the Northlands. The North Road turns to northeast out of Gateway and runs all the way to Clandor Kye, the capital of Byakastan.

Nigil was taking notes and he indicated his desire for a pause. Camy waited patiently until the wizard nodded his thanks.

The other road out of Gateway is called the West Road, Camy continued, and it runs to the west for over five hundred leagues. It passes though the capital cities of Jemain and Kaxxon, and ends in Ektara, the capital of Argastan. All of the people of the civilized Northlands live within ten leagues of those two roads.

Civilized? asked Taraka. Why the qualifier?

The Northlands have always been tribal in nature, answered Camy, even in the days of the Mage Wars. Some of those tribes were never conquered. Very little is known about most of those tribes as they are so far away from any road that no one ever comes into contact with them, but there are notable exceptions. One of those exceptions is the Dohari, and they were such fearsome warriors that their fighters were prized throughout Amica.

Kwang's people? asked Taraka.

Camy nodded. This information is probably irrelevant, but I wanted you to understand the nature of traveling cross country in the Northlands. It is a practice that is frowned upon up there because those tribes do not welcome outsiders. It would be best to avoid them. Stay within ten leagues of the road at all times.

What about religion? asked Marcus. We heard some strange rumors during our journey here.

Strange indeed, Camy nodded. There has been a great resurgence of religion throughout the Northlands. The people up there worship Char, the ancient god of fire, but they no longer consider him just the god of fire. They believe that the gods had a great battle in the heavens, and Char was the sole survivor. The resurgence has been so great that everyone is now a follower of Char, and those followers do not take kindly to nonbelievers. It is suspected that the increased border controls are to keep nonbelievers out of the Northlands. If you express public doubts about their beliefs, you will be in great danger in the Northlands. I cannot stress this enough. Do not question their beliefs while you are north of the Northern Wall.

When did all of this happen? asked Mari. Lantana has long had ships plying the waters of the Northlands, and this is the first I am hearing about such a religion.

That is not entirely clear, frowned Camy. Most of the people I spoke to guessed that it was in the last few years, but I have talked to traders who claim to have heard such stories nearly forty years ago. Perhaps the truth lies somewhere in between.

Is it possible that the people you spoke with are not representative of the common man of the Northlands? asked Marcus. Perhaps they are allowed to trade their goods in Erdal only if they express belief in such a god?

No, Camy shook his head. A couple of the traders I spoke to privately expressed their disbelief, but they were afraid to do so, and their fear was genuine. It is said that Char appears regularly throughout the Northlands. People talk about seeing the god's head floating above the streets, and fires spontaneously erupting if people don't fall to their knees and worship him. They don't worship Char as a benevolent god. They worship out of fear, and you will be hard pressed to find anyone willing to refute him. The traders that confessed their true feelings to me felt somewhat safe because they were not in the Northlands.

Out of the god's reach, nodded Marcus. This is something the four of us must not forget. Our journey will be hard enough without having every citizen of the Northlands against us.

Camy nodded in agreement and continued his narration.

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Marcus's stomach grew taut as he gazed up at the Northern Gate. The fortress stretched skyward, nearly as tall as the surrounding peaks. He saw soldiers manning each battlement as he gazed upward, and it was not just a few soldiers. There were hundreds of them. He turned and gazed back down along the approach to the fortress and shuddered. He couldn't imagine an approaching army getting anywhere near the fortress. He was not even at the top of the pass yet, but he could see the road stretching away across the plains below. An enemy would be easily sighted long before they got anywhere near the fortress. He sighed and returned his gaze to the road ahead. Mari rode alongside the Avenging Shadow, her eyes also taking in every detail that they could see. Before them, the wagon plodded up the slope, Nigil and Taraka dressed as traveling nobles. In front of the wagon, Camy and Becca rode silently.

Impressive, isn't it? Mari said softly.

I cannot find words to describe it, Marcus replied softly. An enemy would be decimated just trying to get in range to battle the defenders. I wonder if they have working siege engines up on those battlements?

Mari didn't reply, and they rode on in silence. An hour later, they arrived at the southern gates of the fortress. The huge doors were closed and soldiers approached the arriving group.

I am Becca of the Kaufmann Shipping Company, Becca said as she showed some papers to the soldiers.

One of the soldiers examined the papers and then looked at the group.

Only four of you are expected, he said.

Understood, nodded Becca. I am one of the owners of the Kaufmann Shipping Company. My aid and I will not be entering the Northlands, but we will enter the fortress to make sure that everything is in order for those that will be traveling onward. This is an extremely valuable shipment, and I want to make sure that your commander has no problems with it.

The soldier frowned, but he nodded in understanding. He left the group before the doors and passed through a small door set into the larger doors. He returned moments later and handed the papers back to Becca and then signaled for the doors to be opened. The huge doors swung open and the soldiers moved to the side of the road. Becca indicated for the others to follow and then rode through to the courtyard of the fortress. An officer was waiting for the one-wagon caravan, and he directed them to an isolated area where a squad of soldiers stood waiting. There were also over forty warriors present there who did not wear uniforms. When the group dismounted, four warriors separated from the group and approached the new arrivals. Marcus figured that those warriors were representatives of the lords chosen to receive the figurines. He nodded to them in acknowledgment.

We will gather your weapons, the officer announced to the new arrivals as his eyes focused on the hilt of the two-handed sword on Marcus's back. Do not resist.

The squad of soldiers moved in to relieve the travelers of their weapons. Becca, Mari, and Camy gave up their swords, and Nigil and Taraka carried none, but everyone's attention was on Marcus's sword. One soldier carefully unsheathed the two-handed sword. When its blade glistened in the sun, everyone lost interest, and the weapons were placed on the ground.

We will now search your wagon, stated the officer. Is there anything you want to tell me about before we begin?

There are two more swords under the seat of the wagon, offered Mari.

The colorful boxes in the wagon are not to be opened, Marcus said forcefully.

The officer waved one of his soldiers towards the hidden swords and then turned to face Marcus.

You do not tell me how to perform my duties, he said sternly. I will inspect all of your cargo.

That would not be a wise career move, retorted Marcus. The contents of those boxes are priceless, and any attempt to force the boxes open will result in the destruction of the contents.

The officer frowned at Marcus and then pointedly turned towards Nigil and said, Your caravan warrior needs to be taught some manners, Lord Tara. We do not suffer disrespectful people in the Northlands.

Perhaps his manners are crude, Nigil replied, but his words are accurate. Those boxes are magically sealed. It requires four keys to safely open each one of them. Any other attempt to gain access to the contents will result in a box full of broken glass. The important lords who purchased these items would be greatly incensed.

Then you will supply me with the keys, demanded the officer.

That is impossible, stated Marcus. Each of us has been given custody of four keys, one for each box. That means that the boxes cannot be safely opened unless each one of us uses one of the keys given to us. As an added precaution against bandits, I have had my keys sent separately to Clandor Kye. Until we reach the city, those boxes cannot be opened.

That is unacceptable, scowled the officer. I cannot allow uninspected cargo into the Northlands. You will instruct your caravan warrior to open the boxes, Lord Tara.

There we have a problem, Commander, Lord Tara responded. I am tasked by Pierre LeBouf with completing the transactions of sale for these figurines, but the security of the cargo is assigned to Kaufmann Shipping. Until this shipment reaches its destination, I have no control over the cargo.

There are three solutions to this dilemma, Commander, offered Marcus. You can either allow us to proceed, or we will turn around and head back to Erdal. Which would you prefer?

The officer frowned when Marcus didn't continue. You said three options. What is the third?

I assume that these four warriors are representatives of the lords who have agreed to purchase the figurines, Marcus said with a nod to the warriors standing nearby. If they are willing to hand over scripts for the full amount of the shipment and take delivery right here and right now, they can then allow you to open the boxes without the keys. Marcus turned towards the four men with a thin smile on his lips. Which one of you is willing to risk the wrath of your lord to allow the commander to perform his needless inspection?

The four warriors fidgeted nervously until the one named Winsam finally spoke.

Lord Hunlu has been given assurances from the king that this shipment would not be hindered or delayed, the tall warrior declared, the thin scar on his cheek turning red with anger. What is there to inspect, Commander? The boxes are hardly large enough to conceal anything that would trouble you. Do you really wish to raise the ire of Lord Hunlu as well as these other lords? he asked as he waved at the other three warriors.

The officer frowned silently for a moment as if weighing the course of his actions. Eventually, he turned to his soldiers and addressed them.

Do not molest the boxes, he ordered, but I want the rest of this wagon thoroughly searched. I want to know the moment you find any contraband.

The soldiers sprang into action and the officer moved away to watch their search. Nigil walked over and stood before the four warriors.

Thank you for your intervention, Lord Tara said to Winsam. I feared that our journey was about to be wasted.

Winsam chuckled. I had little choice in the matter, he replied. Your security agent knew that none of us would have the required scripts with us to complete the transaction here. He played the commander well. My name is Winsam and I represent Lord Hunlu of Clandor Kye. We will escort you to the city.

The other squad leaders introduced themselves and each of them added they would also be escorting the shipment. Marcus frowned as he started visualizing the trip with an extra forty-four warriors tagging along. There was no doubt in his mind that the extra warriors would increase the odds of the boxes reaching Clandor Kye, but he cared little about that. The true purpose of the trip was to discover what they could about the rogue mages, and that at times required secrecy. He said nothing, allowing Nigil to converse with the warriors. He nudged Mari and the two of them moved away from the crowd.

Did you notice the attention your sword received? Mari whispered.

It is as I expected, nodded Marcus. In fact, the two-handed sword is the only one that they were interested in. These soldiers are involved in hunting the Avenging Shadow and the Sword of Articus. There can be no other explanation.

Mari nodded and said, I now see how wise you were in having that wagon built. You would never have gotten the Sword of Articus through this fortress without it. How are you going to get rid of the warrior escorts? she asked. They appear eager to protect the shipment.

I suspect that won't be easy, sighed Marcus. Their lords will be unforgiving if the figurines are lost. Perhaps we can play them off against each other and then refuse them all under the guise of not wanting to be involved in their squabbles or not wanting to play favorites. We have until Gateway to get rid of them. We'll see how it goes.

Mari tensed as she saw one of the soldiers bending down to look under the wagon. Marcus noticed the change in her demeanor and turned to see what was wrong. He immediately strode towards the wagon to get nearer to the pile of weapons in case they were needed.

Chapter 3

Gateway

As Marcus strode towards the wagon, the soldier inspecting the underside got down on his hands and knees for a closer inspection. The other soldiers were inside the wagon rummaging through the numerous sacks of food they had purchased in Erdal to fill up the wagon. The officer was leaning on the rear of the wagon, his head inside to watch the search as his soldiers called out every item they discovered. Marcus veered to the side of the wagon where the lone soldier was starting to crawl between the wheels. He purposely stepped hard on the man's foot. The soldier cried out in pain.

I'm sorry, apologized Marcus as he bent down and peered under the wagon. I didn't see you down there.

The soldier grumbled something unintelligible.

We are going to need to spend the night here, Marcus said to the soldier. Can you tell us where we are permitted to camp?

The soldier didn't immediately respond, but he soon backed out of his pursuit and sat up, his eyes glaring up at Marcus.

There is a town ten leagues north of here, the soldier said. You will easily make it before nightfall.

That may be true, shrugged Marcus, but we had little sleep last night. The horseflies were horrendous so we broke camp hours before dawn. We are too tired to continue onward today. Where can we camp?

The soldier sighed and rose to his feet. You should be asking the Commander about this, he complained.

He seems rather interested in cataloging our food, smiled Marcus, but I guess if campsites are too complicated for you, I will have to ask him. I will also explain your inability to answer a simple question. Sorry for bothering you.

Marcus turned to leave and the soldier sighed. You will have to wait for the inspection to be over before you can move the wagon, he said, but you can camp where your escorts are already camped. They've been waiting weeks for you to arrive.

Marcus turned back to the soldier and smiled. Thank you, he said. If nothing else, I can get settled in while the wagon is being inspected. Can you show me the way so that I do not run afoul of any rules?

The soldier sighed and nodded. He turned and led the way across the courtyard to where the forty warriors had set up camp. Mari had watched the whole interaction and followed along. When they reached the camping area, Mari smiled at the young soldier and offered him a small loaf of bread from her pack.

Thanks for taking the time to find us a resting place, she said with a smile. Would you like some ale to wash that down?

The soldier's eyes brightened, and he turned to steal a glance back at the wagon to see if anyone was watching him. He turned back to Mari and nodded with a smile. Mari handed the soldier a flagon and let him drink his fill.

You should head back, Marcus said in a whisper. It looks like the inspection is complete.

Stop by later if you want, smiled Mari as she retrieved the flagon of ale from the soldier.

The soldier nodded and hurried back to the wagon as the other soldiers were exiting it.

Too close for comfort, Mari whispered.

The ale was a nice touch, smiled Marcus.

As were the horseflies, she chuckled.

It would hardly be wise to reveal our real reason for the early morning arrival, replied Marcus. Telling soldiers that we wanted the early morning sun to illuminate their battlements so we could count their soldiers would not be taken as a sign of friendship.

Marcus gazed across the courtyard and saw the soldiers departing. Becca and Camy gathered the weapons and put them in the wagon before climbing up to the seat to drive the wagon to the campsite. Nigil and Taraka strolled towards Marcus and Mari with the four squad leaders surrounding them. Winsam was talking up a storm with Nigil as they walked, and Marcus could tell that the other three squad leaders weren't happy about it. He watched curiously as the group approached.

The others can wait in Gateway for you, Winsam was saying. There is no need for them to travel down the North Road. My men will be sufficient to guard the wagon to Clandor Kye.

And who will guard the wagon after it leaves Clandor Kye? questioned one of the other squad leaders. It will still be carrying three of the figurines, and your men will be staying in Clandor Kye once your lord gets his figurine. Your plan makes no sense, Winsam. We will not leave the wagon defenseless.

The wagon's security rests with the wagon master, Nigil said firmly. His decision is final. I have nothing more to say on the subject.

Nigil rolled his eyes at Marcus as they arrived at the campsite. He and Taraka passed Marcus and Mari and settled down for some rest, leaving the four squad leaders standing before the wagon master. Winsam called for his men to move their camp closer, and Marcus shook his head.

Your men are fine where they are, Marcus stated. Rescind your command. Winsam frowned and opened his mouth to object, but Marcus left him no opportunity. We value our privacy, he continued, not only here, but also on the road. If any of you end up escorting my wagon, you will only do so in a separate camp. I consider anyone entering my camp uninvited at night to be an enemy. I will strike without warning.

You can't be serious? scoffed Winsam.

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