Riverwind

Chapter Eighteen

The Lizard men were used to having their slaves, the gully dwarves, try to escape. They kept rock-throwing bal-listae handy in the streets to knock the little folk off the cavern wall, should they try to leave. Since dead slaves could do little work, the lizard men had stretched large nets around the base of the walls to catch the Aghar. Now those nets caught Di An, Catchflea, and Riverwind. Goblins cut the ropes, and the whole net assembly collapsed inward, trapping the three of them.

Before they could fight or flee, each was plucked from the net by several goblins. Heavy manacles were snapped on the two men. Di An was tied with leather thongs, as her wrists were too small for the fetters. At the direction of the two brawny lizard men, the three were marched down the street toward the place they'd glimpsed earlier.

They were halted by a gated entry on the left side of the street. More armed goblins opened the gate, and the captives were driven in. Within was an entryway. A larger room was visible through the open door. The goblin soldiers pushed them to the right, to a large cell. Without a word, the three were shoved into the cell and the door closed behind them.

Catchflea sagged to the floor. All the good spirit seemed to have left him. He laid his head against the wall and closed his eyes. Riverwind strained against his fetters, but the wrought iron was nearly an inch thick. The door was no better-oak strapped with iron, four inches thick. It did indeed seem hopeless.

Di An sniffed her bonds and started chewing at them. The leather was tough, but she was able to gnaw through one strap in about half an hour.

“Good!” Riverwind said encouragingly. “Keep it up!”

“My jaw hurts,” the girl complained, but she resumed chewing.

She never had a chance to finish. The door opened, revealing a lizard man wearing an officer's gold badge.

“Come! The commander would see you,” he said.

A full dozen goblin guards were drawn up outside. Riverwind, Di An, and Catchflea were marched through the empty hall into another courtyard. Smells of cooking drifted in the air, torturing the hungry travelers' stomachs.

“To the right! Quick march!” roared the officer. The cadence of heavy feet increased. A large waterfall cascaded down the cliff face to their right. It flooded out the old street. The lizard men had built a wooden bridge across the swelling stream. Facing them was the blank east wall of the palace. Someone had restored the walls, but left the columned facade in ruins.

They headed for that facade. Standing among the stumps of the broken pillars was the largest, most grandly dressed lizard man they'd seen yet, undoubtedly the commander. Unlike the other, horn-beaked, lizards, the commander had a flat face, covered with small, colored scales. Also unlike them, he had no tail or wings. He wore brilliantly shiny metal armor and a sweeping blue cape. An awful air of majesty and self-confident power surrounded him.

“Shanz, are these the intruders?”

“It is they, Commander Thouriss,” said the officer. “No others have turned up.”

“Keep alert. Humans have the irritating habit of congregating in large numbers.” The lesser officer bowed and left the prisoners facing Thouriss. The goblin guards fanned out, making a barrier between the captives and the plaza.

“Why are you here?” he said, planting his clawed hands on his hips. He was much more humanlike than the stooped, beak-nosed lizard men.

“We're lost,” said Riverwind.

“Are you? Name yourselves.”

The Que-Shu men told Thouriss who they were. The commander pointed at Di An. “Who is this?” he rumbled.

“A waif we adopted on our journey,” said Catchflea. “An orphan. She mends our clothes and fixes our meals.”

“She is not human.” Di An was cringing between the two men. Thouriss pointed at her again. “Come forward, creature, that I may see you better.” When Di An didn't respond, a guard prodded her with the butt of his pike.

“Who are you?” demanded Thouriss.

“Di An.” It was all she could say. The commander's vast green eyes bored into hers.

“Where are you from, Deee Ahhnn?” He drew out the simple syllables, making them sound strange and potent.

The elf girl swallowed and opened her mouth, but she was so frightened no sound came out. Riverwind interjected, “Silvanesti. The girl is from Silvanesti.”

Thouriss blinked his milky, membranous eyelids. “So, you have been in the east. How did you find it?”

“Uh, find it?”

“Are not the borders of Silvanesti closed to foreigners?”

“We found the girl wandering, yes,” Catchflea said quickly. “It was in the New Coast region that we met.”

Thouriss took a step closer to Di An. “Why did you flee Silvanesti, elf?”

She flinched at the forbidden word. Riverwind hoped her anger would overcome her fear.

“She's too frightened to speak,” Riverwind said.

“Are you frightened of me, little one?” Thouriss towered almost three feet over the elf girl. He reached down and pinched the back of her dress in two fingers, lifting Di An off the ground. She began to weep. He brought her close to his serpentine face.

“Why did you run away?” he said. “Why?”

“Leave her alone!” Riverwind cried. A guard hit him with the shaft of his pike. Riverwind whirled and kicked the armored goblin in the knee. He toppled with a ringing crash. Other guards closed in. Riverwind ran up the shallow steps until he was within arm's length of Thouriss.

“Put her down!” he said.

Thouriss waved the guards away. He held the weeping girl to Riverwind, who lifted his fettered arms and took her.

“This affection your race has for others is very interesting,” he said. “I do not understand it, but it is interesting. You knew I could kill you, yet you risked your life to intercede for her. Why?”

“I will not stand by and watch your bullying!” Riverwind said. The elf girl was clinging to him, her face buried in his shirt. “I care what happens to her.”

Thouriss did not display any anger. Instead, he seemed intrigued by Riverwind's response. “Interesting,” he said. “I must consult Krago on this.”

He dispatched a guard to the closed corridor on the right. Shortly, the goblin returned with a cowled figure who clutched a large, ancient book. The cowled one walked slowly, his face bent to the written page.

“Leave your studies, Krago. I wish to ask something.”

The cowl lifted, revealing blue eyes and a patch of fair hair. A surprisingly young face looked out from the hood. He closed the book with a snap and a spray of dust. Riverwind was intrigued to see a fellow human among the goblins and lizard men.

“What is it, Thouriss?” asked the young mage. His brows had lifted in surprise at the sight of the humans and elf girl, but his attention quickly returned to the lizard commander.

“What is the reason for affection between warm-blooded creatures?” asked the commander. “Why does it happen?”

Krago sighed. “We talked about this before.” He shifted the heavy book in his arms. “Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, and kender all form attachments to others who have traits that complement their own.”

The commander looked perplexed. “What traits could there be between a plainsman and an elven girl?”

Krago walked to Thouriss, his sandaled feet kicking out from under his faded clerical robes. “Reason it out, as I taught you,” he said.

Riverwind listened to the exchange between the human and the reptilian commander with great interest. There seemed to be some odd bond between the two.

Thouriss's eyes widened. “Males attach to females in order to breed.”

“Not likely here,” Krago observed. “Consider the age difference.”

“Immature warm-bloods arouse feelings of protectiveness in adults. This is the motherly instinct in females, the fatherly instinct in males.” Thouriss studied Riverwind curiously, as if he could see this trait in his face. “You feel like the girl's father?”

Riverwind set Di An on her feet. He gestured to Catchflea to come forward and stand by him. The old man, with a glance at the goblin guards, did so. “We are friends and companions,” Riverwind said. “Nothing, more or less.”

“This is interesting!” Thouriss exclaimed. “I believe I shall study them a while.”

The young cleric was already buried in his book again. “That's a military matter,” he murmured. “Do as you like.”

“What would a civilized person do next?” asked the commander.

“Invite us to dinner,” Catchflea said quickly.

Thouriss grinned, showing needlelike fangs. “Excellent! You shall all dine with me-you too, Krago.”

“But my work-”

“Oblige me!” was the sharp reply. Krago looked up and shrugged.

“At what hour?” he asked.

“The sixth.” To the guards, Thouriss said, “Take them to the Court of Reception. I will send for them shortly.”

The goblins flanked the trio and marched them out again. They turned right off the plaza, crossed the stream by means of a plank bridge, and entered a narrower street that paralleled the main one.

“Do you see what I see?” Riverwind said under his breath.

“I do, yes,” said Catchflea. Suspended in the air in front of them was a pot-an enormous pot, hanging by a stout chain. The chain ran up and up, until it vanished in the darkness of the cavern ceiling.

“What is it?” asked Di An.

“A hoist, I believe,” said Catchflea. “A way out, yes?”

“If we are lucky.”

The hoist was secured some eight feet off the ground, no doubt to keep gully dwarves from meddling with it. River-wind sized up the pot. It should hold the three of them. Now, how to reach it?

“Here you stay. Commander calls, later.” The goblins took up positions around the circular courtyard. River-wind, Catchflea, and Di An sat down under the hanging pot.

“What do you make of all this?” Riverwind asked quietly. “Who are these lizard folk?”

“Mercenaries of some sort, yes. Thouriss and Krago are different. Did you notice how Thouriss is in command, yet he asks Krago questions about the simplest things?”

“He is a bully,” Di An said flatly. “A big, overgrown bully.”

After a time, Shanz, the lizard officer, summoned them.

A table covered by a snow-white cloth was set up amid the stumps of the broken palace columns. Heavy silver candleholders sprouted from the table, the candle flames flickering in the constant breeze off the three waterfalls. Five mismatched place settings of gold and silver were laid. Krago was already there, book open on his lap. His hood was pushed back, revealing a mane of unruly, red-blond hair. He couldn't have been more than a few years older than Riverwind.

He looked up briefly when the three approached. “Sit anywhere you like,” he said, waving a hand. “But leave the head of the table for Thouriss.”

Riverwind and Di An sat on one side, while Catchflea slipped in beside the young cleric. Krago paid them no heed, but remained absorbed in his book.

Catchflea fidgeted for a time, trying to remain mannered. He glanced at the leather-bound book that so absorbed Krago, but the writing looked like Ergothic and he didn't understand it. The old man did at last pour himself a goblet of wine. It was dark, heavy, red wine, which only increased his hunger pangs.

Thouriss swept in, wrapped in a scarlet and silver cape. He flung this off dramatically.

Without tail or wings, his entire appearance and carriage was more manlike than his tall but slightly stooped officers. This was all the more eerie.

“I am late,” he said superfluously. “I had to see to the start of a new task.”

“What task, Commander?” Catchflea inquired politely.

“I know you were helped by a gully dwarf in your attempt to escape the city. My warriors have begun a search for the one who helped you.”

Riverwind felt the blood drain from his face. “What do you intend?”

“He will be executed, of course, as an example.”

Catchflea said quickly, “You may not catch him.” He fervently hoped Brud had made it safely home to his wife.

“The lesson must be taught,” Thouriss said. A goblin brought a bowl of steaming water. Thouriss dipped his dusty, taloned fingers in the bowl. “If we don't seize the actual dwarf, I shall take hostages and hang them instead.”

Catchflea, Riverwind, and Di An exchanged horrified looks but remained silent. Thouriss finished cleaning his hands and dried them on a towel also carried by his goblin servant. He looked up at them.

Before the commander could speak, Catchflea interjected a question. “Who are you?” he asked. “You are newcomers to this land, yes?”

“Not quite. In fact, I was born here,” replied Thouriss.

“Here?”

“Xak Tsaroth. Wasn't I, Krago?”

“Hmm? Yes, you were.”

A pair of goblins tramped in, laden with covered trays of food. Riverwind was quite surprised when the cover was whisked away, revealing an excellent haunch of venison, well roasted. Trays on the other end of the table held fruit and vegetables, most raw and unpeeled. Krago marked the page he was reading and shut his book. He took grapes and pears from the tray and cut the latter into neat quarters. Thouriss dragged the venison haunch in front of him and lowered his head to bite.

“Guests are served first,” said Krago quietly.

Thouriss froze. He closed his wicked jaws slowly, pulled a knife from his belt, and carved the haunch. He cut slices for Riverwind, Catchflea, and Di An. Krago didn't eat meat, he explained. Then, for himself, Thouriss cut fist-sized chunks of meat and swallowed them whole, causing large bulges to appear in his neck until the meat passed out of his throat. It was both fascinating and repulsive to witness.

When the deer's leg bones were picked clean, Thouriss sat back and folded his hands across his belly. “Tell me,” he said, “how is it you come to be here?”

Riverwind was ready for this. He said, “We entered a cave in the Forsaken Mountains and got lost. Trying to find our way out, we emerged in the mine below Xak Tsaroth.” It wasn't a lie, even if he had left out a great deal.

Thouriss stared at him. His direct gaze discomforted Riverwind. It seemed the commander could sense that his story was not quite right.

“What is it you are mining for?” asked Catchflea quickly.

“Cinnabar,” said Krago absently. “An ore of quicksilver.”

“You are refining quicksilver. For what purpose? “

“We need it,” Thouriss said. “That is sufficient answer.”

“Quicksilver is used in the refining of gold,” Di An blurted.

Krago raised an eyebrow. He said, “Do you know the working of metals?”

“Some things,” the elf girl said, looking at her plate. “My people know metals.” She popped a grape into her mouth.

“I have heard this. I wish you were older, that we might talk about the practices of your country,” Krago said.

Di An was tiring of people mistaking her for a child. “I'm not as young as I look,” she said with some vigor.

“Oh?” Thouriss said.

“I am well over two hundred years old,” she said.

“Extraordinary,” said the reptilian commander. “How do you explain your youthful appearance?”

“There are many like me in my country. We age, but we never grow up.”

Now Krago was very alert. He leaned far over the table, to get closer to the elf girl. “Arrested development? I would like to hear more of this.”

“Krago is deeply interested in such matters,” interjected Thouriss. “Growth and aging are his prime areas of study.”

“Ahem.” Catchflea pointedly cleared his throat. “What is to become of us?”

“I haven't decided,” Thouriss said. He scratched one of his metallic fingernails on his silver plate. The resulting screech set Riverwind's teeth on edge.

“We are merely travelers,” Riverwind said. “We only want to go our own way.”

“I will decide,” Thouriss said with sudden irritation. “Do not vex me. It does not serve your cause.”

“You have no right to keep us here. We are free people.” Thouriss smashed a fist on the table. A candlestick toppled and rolled off onto the ground. “I have a right to do anything I please! I command here!” Krago coughed into his water glass. Thouriss stood up in irritation. “Go back to your cell until I send for you. And when I do, you will not know if I am going to free you or have you beheaded!”

He growled an order in a harsh guttural tongue, and the guards surrounded the table. Riverwind, Catchflea, and Di An went quietly with them.

Krago rose and circled behind Thouriss. He touched a cool hand to the back of the commander's heavily muscled neck. “Your blood is racing,” the cleric said soothingly. “You lost your temper for no good reason.”

“I know. I know.” Thouriss breathed fast through his narrow nostrils.

“The barbarian was goading you, and you did what he wanted. That is bad, Thouriss. A leader must remain cool under stress.”

“I know!” Thouriss smote the tabletop again with his fist.

The thick wood cracked and a sliver pierced the tablecloth, embedding itself in his hand. He held the injured hand up, watching the greenish blood well out of the tiny wound.

“Krago,” he whimpered, “take it out!”

“All right, come to my chamber.”

The powerful commander trailed after the smaller, less imposing human, cradling his injured hand. “I don't feel like a leader. So many people know so much more than I do,” said Thouriss.

The cleric resumed walking. “That's only natural. How old are you?”

The creature counted on his fingers. “Four, no five.”

“Five months old,” Krago said evenly. “Remarkable. A human at five months is still a mewling thing, unable to walk or talk. In a year, you'll be wiser and more powerful than any draconian ever created.”

In Krago's study, Thouriss held still as the human plucked the splinter out with a pair of forceps. Thouriss put the wound to his lips and licked the few drops of blood away.

“Does your blood taste like mine?” he asked ingenuously.

Krago dropped the forceps in a drawer. “I don't know. I doubt it.”

“Because you are human and I am not,” Thouriss said. “I could kill the tall human and taste his.”

“No, that would be frivolous. Besides, civilized creatures don't eat each other,” said Krago.

“Why?”

“It's not polite.” With a yawn, Krago reached for a thick volume on his shelf and gave it to Thouriss. “Here is a history of the Empire of Ergoth. Read this, and you'll see how civilized beings behave.”

Thouriss eyed the book distastefully. “I am a warrior. I don't like to read.”

“But you must try if you are to grow wiser. And soon you'll have a companion, someone to talk to about everything you learn. No longer will you be alone.”

Thouriss's slit eyes widened. “Tell me her name again?”

“Lyrexis. Your mate's name will be Lyrexis.'