Chapter Four - Old Dogs, New Tricks

Extract From - Descriptions & Schematics Of Vedian Structures Pre 600Ved

It would be foolhardy of I, or any other historian, to not give full reference to our final pre-600 building. Constructed under direction of King Tanistrin (462-501), this fortress was designed with the assistance of his lead chancellor who it was known had a flair for the sublime, if not the ridiculous. While the fortress was built from the finest stone masonry available at that or in any time, mined from the northern borders of the Inpur Desert, its' innermost walls were only laid twelve feet in height; immediately ensuring it would be indefensible against any determined aggressor. It is this point without exception that has troubled historians over the past two hundred years, made even more curious when we see what was held within the walls. From the central keep of the fortress to the first outer wall, the distance is approximately fifty paces.  The first wall measures twelve feet in height. From the first wall to the second it is one hundred paces and the second wall measures Sixteen feet in height. From the second wall to the third and final outer wall the killing ground measures 150 paces and the wall twenty feet in height. Now, a set of walls gradually decreasing in height from outer to inner is perhaps acceptable if the keep is positioned at the top of a hill, the gradient making the inner walls taller. Yet this is not the case, this fortress is indeed built upon a plain. To confuse matters further the keep in itself is almost impenetrable, it is crafted from three sets of two foot thick Inpur rock staggered so that no seam is at the same point as another, lending it tremendous strength. The only entrance is via a stone door measuring wide enough for only two abreast to enter. The keep in itself may only house a maximum of one hundred men. Once inside it is doubtful any could enter against the occupants will. So we now ask the question. Why?

Why are the walls easier in turn than the last to penetrate?
Why is at each wall the killing ground reduces in length?
Why was the keep designed to house so few?

Many historians have talked of poor design, they have spoken of the chancellor's lack of understanding of military tactics.  Some have even maligned the King and his judgement in building what has been described by some as nothing more than a death-trap. Not I though. I have studied this building carefully over time, working closely with my learned friends the archaeologists and I have come to a rather different explanation. The King and his Chancellor did not intend to build an impenetrable fortress nor did they misunderstand or lack the understanding for their task. Quite the opposite, they knew exactly what they were doing. Simply said it is this: Bannermane is not a fortress - it is a test of courage and loyalty.

Bray Curak (Historian) - Ved985

The first afternoon of their journey passed peacefully, the party had taken the South road until they had reached the towns' outskirts. A heavy rock was planted at the road as it joined with its east-west counterpart, stone markings were cut into it.  One pointed to the South road and was etched with a symbol of a ship.  The South road wound its way to Tantagel the largest seaport in Vedian, the East road was marked with a crown.  The road, if followed would take a traveller all the way to Pluris the capital of Vedian and the home of the Crown Prince himself.

Arn pointed to the East road and led the others down its path.  The sun was beginning to fall from its zenith and dusk would be on them before they reached the point were they would leave the Pluris road and turn north-east.
"We will carry on until dusk falls then camp to the side of the road.  We may meet a few traders delivering from Pluris but I suspect not.  It should be another fine night." Arn breathed in the hot afternoon air, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and the further they walked from the Luff's borders the lighter the burden became. Speck walked side by side with Joseph, the girl trailed behind, slightly dragging her feet on occasions through the dusty stones, which irritated Speck. He was enjoying his trek on the whole, the weather was fine as it always was in this part of Vedian, an arid if not unpleasant heat was matched by a fair breeze which drew from the seas they now left behind them.  He had rarely had reason to journey beyond the Luff and the whole experience was quite enlightening to him. He would pause in conversation with Joseph and slowly take in the full extent of the surrounding scenery.

The area they now walked in was, considering the lack of rain, extremely green and lush.  Long grasses topped small undulating hills as they stretched as far around as the eye could see. A few small rocks lined the well-trodden path but a few of the great stones that the Brillmon Plains were known for could be seen ahead.
Joseph's voice raised above the chattering of Speck as he preceded to inform his friend of another interesting fact he had read, "Arn, this road leads to Pluris, that is correct?"
The hunter did not stop walking to answer, "That's right Joseph, many leagues to the south and east."
Joseph continued, "And we wish to follow the Pluris road that is what you said earlier.  So why are we leaving the road to head over the Brillmon Plains, if only to rejoin it later?"  
"First Master Caedron, it is not the same road.  This is the Pluris-Tantagel road, the road we will join is the Pluris-Asten road.  Secondly the road travels considerably further south east before it meets the Asten road and offers us more northward travel.  Admittedly the terrain will be a little harder under foot through Brillmon but I think we will save perhaps a day for the shortcut."  Arn pushed on down the path, the reasons he had sighted to the lad were correct, at least as far as his understanding went, he had never actually trodden either path that far.  His main consideration though was not distance and time but more concerning the meeting of unwanted parties.  The tales he had heard from the safety of the Mariners' Arms had told of thieving and plundering centring around the main crossroads. It made sense to Arn, three of Vedian's largest towns connected via the roads and there was no other obvious route a merchant could take a cart over.  The heavy stone plains would be hazardous to any caravan or wagon, so bandits paid it little attention, so he had decided earlier that the Brillmon Plains would be a safer route, if a little harder to travel.  He had not informed the others of his fears for the crossing, in many ways he was much like them, his age had not set him apart in the Luff as he rarely acted it. Yet now, out in the wilderness he felt a certain responsibility to them all.  He did not feel the need to shy away from the leadership role, in fact he wondered why it came to him so naturally.  Perhaps it was simply his trade as Huntsmaster's son, he was the obvious choice after all.  Something nagged at him though, an underlying suspicion that this is how it should always have been. Arn shook his head and smiled to himself, behind him the Luff disappeared into the light of the setting sun.

As the sun threw up its final rays of the day Arn called a welcome halt to the party.  He searched the nearby area for a nice hilly area that surrounded them on all sides.  The air was still hot and the breeze had almost been left behind as they journeyed further inland.  They unpacked their rucksacks, laying out bedding and food.  They ate meat purchased from the butcher's stall and cooked up one of the burly sons,  
washing down the tasty animal with some water from their skins. When the evening meal was finished Febra proceeded to light a long wooden pipe. Speck shuffled about, eyeing the girl and wishing he had thought to bring some weed.  He had never seen a wooden barrelled pipe, mostly the Luff pipers settled for the hard clay ones. The girl had grown in his eyes, it was few youngsters who took to the pipe, mostly it was the elder folk but Speck had asked Old Man Talon on many occasions to show how him how to smoke one properly and finally he had conceded to the boy.
Speck would often light his warden, as the clay pipes were referred to, and slowly puff on the weed as he sat reading one of his books, much to the annoyance of his mother who considered it a filthy habit.
Joseph nudged Speck and spoke in a whisper that was clearly audible to all, "If you ask her nicely, she might let you borrow it."
Febra smiled at Joseph and fished deep into her sack, "I have a spare, if you would like some, and plenty weed to go round." From her pack she pulled a second wooden pipe, ornately carved around the stem.
Speck's eyes nearly dropped from his sockets, "A second! How did you purchase such pricey items. Not even Old Man Talon has two woods."
Febra's face changed to a scowl and her hand holding the pipe dropped down to the ground, "So you call me a thief now do you. Why does it matter where they come from, they are here and you have need of one, is that not enough?"
Speck softened his tone, "No, perhaps not, not now anyway.  I would like a pipe and a wooden barrel would be a treat indeed." He held his hand out to the girl, "Sorry Febra and thank you for the kind offer. Where you obtained them is none of my business, you're right."
She smiled in a strange way which left Speck unsure if his apology was taken in full spirit.  Nonetheless the girl handed over the pipe and a small binding of weed to go with it. The two leaned back against the sloping hill side and puffed blue smoke into the night sky.
"Joseph." Arn addressed the young lad who was still chewing on the last remnants of his meal. "I think we should hunt for some extra food at first light.  We have plenty now but we are unsure what distance we may need to travel before we next encounter rich pastures.  There are many wild animals in these parts and none beyond our skill to track.  Let us take the pickings while they are still easy."
They did not light any fire, there was no need for extra heat as the night rarely dropped in temperature and Arn assured them the wildlife would not trouble them in their sleep.  Neither did they post a watch, although Arn didn't rest in heavy slumber and was awake to many sounds that were alien to him at first hearing.
The second day from the Luff passed without incident, they left the main path at Arn's instruction as soon as the surrounding terrain changed to a more stony appearance.  From there the party began to travel in a north-easterly direction, hoping to rejoin the Asten road by the close of the third or beginning of the fourth day.  The second nights camp was similar, except this time Arn suggested a rotating watch which Speck took as an opportunity to complain about sore feet and broken sleep. Generally the mood was good and even Febra seemed buoyant and friendly with each of them, even taking time to walk next to Speck and talk with him further about his books. The third day was harder on all of them, the heavy stones seemed to be everywhere, sprouting up from the plains, blocking the way at every turn.  By the afternoon they were forced to scramble over some to ensure they did not stray further from their destination.

They ate meat from the second morning's hunt which had gone successfully.  The beast was raw and was not to any of their tastes in particular but they agreed the wood they had collected from Old man Talon should be saved in case the weather turned as they strayed farther North. They had not seen a single tree on their journey only the occasional scrubland bush with it's pretty, if thorny, white blossoms.
Joseph thought that the rock would swallow him into the ground, its jagged edges nicked at his cotton shirt and could easily rend the soft material.  The scrambling almost turned to climbing as the rocky hills became more like small mountain passes, none of it was helped by the heat of the midday sun, which burned down on them and was reflected by the rocks, even the lack of wind served to make conditions uncomfortable.
Joseph's skin was browned from his days at sea and he didn't notice the sun's impact but Speck was feeling the effects much more quickly.  His face was a red colour and his breathing became sharper as he sought to cross the rough environment. Febra on the other hand seemed to glide over the rocks, she was nimble and quick and often would have to stop to allow the others to catch up.  Arn kept fair pace but by the fourth day Speck was beginning to slow.  Joseph never left his side, even though he easily out pace  Speck. At times Joseph would trip or stumble to ensure he did not get in front of his friend, if any of them noticed these actions, none had cause to mention them. By the afternoon of the fourth day Speck was exhausted, "Hold up hunter," he wheezed, "Enough for today, these accursed rocks go on for ever.  The road may have been long but at least it was flat! Let us camp early today."
Before Arn could reply Joseph interjected, "I agree Arn, I am tiring as well.  I will not hurt to finish early today, after all there is no real rush."
The hunter stopped clambering over a large outcrop that barred his way to the head of the hill they were climbing.  "Perhaps it is for the best.  I guess we still have one more full day before we clear Bellmon and rejoin the road. Let us rest longer now and refresh ourselves for the final push tomorrow. "  Febra nodded in agreement and turned to Speck.
"Lets just get to the top of this hill, perhaps we will see the road from its hilt." The girl lifted herself effortlessly up the final plateau leaving Speck and Joseph to struggle over its final heights.
As Speck crawled up, ranting about his tired limbs, a hand clamped over his mouth.  His eyes looked straight ahead to see the girl face-to-face with an enormous animal.
It was over twelve feet in height, a dark matted fur about its torso and bald limbs protruding outward.  Its mussel was black and wet looking and two small beady eyes were enough for Speck to take an almost fatal step backwards.
Arn held the lad firm, carefully sliding his hand away from Specks mouth, "Keep silent, all of you. I have heard of these creatures, they are like the bears that roam the Luff plains but larger and considerably more dangerous.
The creature seemed puzzled by the girl and cocked its head slightly to study her further.  From its paws, long thick claws extended, scratching on the hard rock on either side of the beast.
"Stay perfectly quiet Febra," Arn hissed at the girl, "Do not move suddenly, It may lose interest."
The limbs moved outwards and the animal dropped onto its front legs, moving slowly towards the girl, its naked muzzle sniffing at her scent. Arn carefully released the net, he wore from a belt hook on his back.  The thick strands dropping silently into the hunters hands. As he reached for his spear, trying to loosen it from its resting place, Joseph stepped forward to stand alongside the girl.  In his hand was a pile of the meat they had hunted.  The animal snorted at the fresh scent and changed course slightly to approach him.
"Everyone walk around and climb over the next height of rock." Joseph's voice was steady and even, carrying enough authority for them all to follow his command.
One by one they carefully stepped around the animal as Joseph placed a few strands of the sinewy meat on the ground. Once they had all traversed the next hill Joseph turned to Arn, "I thought you had a way with animals hunter.  You do not have to kill everything we meet.  The poor thing was half starved."
Speck interjected, "I'm not surprised ,there's nothing but rock and stone for miles."
Arn smiled at Joseph, "I wasn't going to kill it, just try and net it so we could slip away. But there is merit in what you say Joseph and I bow to your wisdom on the matter. Now let us put a little distance between us before he gets hungry again."
They began to scramble over the hills to the sounds of Speck's voice suggesting that at least of the beast had been slain he would be looking forward to some sleep.
As the fifth dawn broke and the party moved on once again, they began to feel the terrain thinning out.  The rocks became less steep and they were able to walk more evenly.  The heat though had not let up, the temperature was soaring and sweat ran freely from their bodies, soaking there clothes. Rain water had collected in pockets of shade in the rocks and not yet evaporated, so they had at least been able to refill their skins in turn.
Febra's keen eyes where the first to spot the signs of the path ahead. The trail was perhaps one short march away, its long route sloping north into the lower hills and south back through the edges of the Bellmon Plains. The party breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of rejoining the road and the hope of an easier journey ahead.
They walked quicker now, all hopeful of reaching the main path and camping near its borders.  The conversation turned lighter within the group and even Speck began to laugh and joke with Arn as he recounted the young lads near jaunt with death on seeing the huge animal in the hills.
The ground began to turn from barren and dusty rock into patches of green tufts and then finally plains of grass, not as lush as the Luff but welcome sights nonetheless.
As they came within a hundred paces of the pathway, Arn motioned them to stop and quickly the hunter squatted down into the grassy hill. He turned pressing his finger to his lips and then signalled for them to do the same.
From the North voices could be heard, two men or perhaps three, Arn crawled forward in the grass, attempting to get closer to the voices.  
Confirming the head count, Arn turned to lift three fingers to the others who now all lay flat to the hillside.  The voices came louder now and they all heard the men arguing between themselves.
The first that drifted into view, was a thin stoic faced man who wore the garb of a tradesman.  The two that followed were larger more burly men and the voices they had heard seemed to be coming from them.
"You heard rubbish, is what you heard." The burly man with the thick beard shouted at his compatriot.
"And what would you know abouts it Karan.  When's did you last pay attention to any matter   that didn't have ale or wenches present? I tell you, they say a curfew will be on Pluris before the harvest.  I heard from the blacksmith, now his stall is near the centre of the market, right next the old Pulpit.  You know where the people with the books go to talk.  He says that they talked for hours about the thieving and killing going on in the town and in all Vedian so's they say."
The second man pulled his broad shoulders high to extenuate his knowledge on this matter.
The bearded man swatted his hand into the air dismissively, "The blacksmith spends more time in the ale house than I do, what does he know about the books and their words.  He would do spending a site more time heating iron and little less time earwigging.  Thee won't be no curfew on Pluris, for a start how would they enforce it. There's few enough guards in the town as there's ever been, a'int that right now sir."  The last words were shouted slightly louder to attract the attention of the thin man who walked ahead.
The man, turned round, bearing a bored and tedious look crossing his face, "All I know is that you are being paid to ensure no such folk cross my path.  Now be quiet with the both of you and watch the trail,  Ill be damned if my hard earned produce will end up as the spoils of some thieving cur."
The trio carried on down the road South until they faded from the earshot of the party.
Arn climbed to his feet and turned to see the others now sitting up on the hill.  
"Why did we hide?  They seemed reasonable folk, they might have helped us further with directions." Speck said staring at Arn.
"We know little of anything out here Speck and I am not inclined to trust anyone, let alone merchants rich enough to travel with hired guards. Yet at least we have heard some news from abroad.  If the rumour is true then it surely will spread soon to all towns. We must tread carefully, if the Council are seeing fit to enforce curfews then they may also be sending more guards upon the main roads." The hunter folded his broad arms, and rested his hand on his thick chin.
Joseph was puzzled by Arn's words, "Why should this worry us, we have nothing to hide.  Our task is one appointed by the assembly, they are supported by the council so we are in no danger from any guards."
Arn shook his head, "Not all men are as noble as you young sir.  We are in no immediate danger but my father tells me that many of the military guard are nothing more than hired mercenaries these days not like the old guards.  You can bet they would see us as just a little extra to add to there coffers, we should err on the side of safety and stay clear from strangers and the roads where possible. Yet this is a party of equals so let us vote."
No one opposed the hunters decision, Speck might have done but he was tired and his only concern was finding a camp so he could rest his feet and find some shelter from the accursed heat.
They ambled onto the trail and crossed it, heading still in a north-easterly direction.
"The terrain should be easier now," Arn offered, "we should reach the ravine by the end of tomorrow."
"Where then?" Febra enquired.
"I am not sure, perhaps we will find this hermit of Pikes, we shall see.  Now come let us find camp and see to our small friends ailing limbs before he sleeps where he stands."

The lone figure of DeFache stood facing the cold waters of Vedian Bay.  His long cloak was wrapped tight against the chill night air and his breath blew high into the reaching skies above.
The dock was quiet, it was said Pluris never slept, yet on a dank night as late as this, that statement was far from evident.
The harbour master had assured DeFache a boat would arrive before dawn to take him on the return trip to his homeland.  It was not considered a dangerous journey to able seamen, yet all shipping off Vedian's shores was not taken without risks.  The seas beyond were cruel and only three areas off the shore of Vedian were designated safe to steer a vessel.  The Bay that surrounded the island of his home, the Straights of Reslin that held Vedian to the Uncharted Lands and the fishing port of Kearn Luff.  He had spent some considerable time at seas travelling back and forth from the main land to the island in recent years, some trips had passed without incident, others had threatened his life and those men who held his passage.
Yet the time had endeared DeFache to the seas, he was in awe at its contrasting natures of power and placidness, few phenomenon's had drawn his heart so far from his books on so many occasions.  He often stood upon the far gardens of his Sanctuary, those standing on the southern tip of the island, basking in the strong wind blowing up from the south seas and tasting the early morning spray that would leap over the shoreline.  
Gru-Staedek had said that is was this fascination and attachment to nature that set DeFache apart from the politicians and council courtiers.  He had once said as they sat together in DeFaches scribing room, that if the council truly sought balance then they must first look to nature as their template. If those basic laws could be brought to bear on society then he was in no doubt all would achieve their goals.  
Questioning the old scholar further on how nature represented an example for society, Gru-Staedek had replied that it simply formed a pattern of birth, death and re-birth and the rest was merely dictated by the winds.
DeFache had shaken his head, teasing his learned friend at the basic premises he had stooped to in his lengthening years.  It was an old argument that fate and luck were responsible for all in the world, that man had no control over his destiny.  DeFache had never been a believer of this school and had even written a paper on the matter that had been discussed at The Pulpit a few years back.
Gru-Staedek had smiled at DeFache, that knowing smile that had always left the younger man feeling as would a child to a parent.  It was most disconcerting, even as a renowned scholar and philosopher, the old man still held a power over him that he could never see diminishing.  It was perhaps that DeFache had never wished it too diminish, the smile was dear to him, more so than any other that had walked beside him or touched his life in some way.
Gru-Staedek had finally spoken again after a long stare at his pupil, "Umberto", he touched the younger mans hand softly, "For all the discussions and theorising, which has a place no doubt, sometimes it is that simple.  Man as do we all, live by basic laws and beyond that fate holds many parlee with the choices we take in life.  It is not important to second guess such chance or how we may deceive it, rather it would be defter of thought to consider how we judge our success and our balance."
DeFache quickly stepped in, "By our humanity of course, that is how we may judge?"
In response Gru-Staedek had not smiled this time, " No my friend, not humanity, but the lack of it."

A heavy sound of hooves approached him from the eastern dockside, he could barely make out the shape of a tall man riding upon a handsome beast.  As the rider neared, he could view no sign of any marking to distinguish either party.
"A poor night to be riding, I warrant friend." DeFache addressed the horseman as he came to a halt a few feet from the scholar.
"It would seem many nights are poor ones in these times sire.  I would ask your name, if so good you would be to give it."  The horseman's voice was clear and fair but tainted with that of collusion and secrecy.
"I would give it, if it made the night fairer for it sire. I am Umberto DeFache, does that mean something to you?"  DeFache tried to see past the riders cloak, wrapped as it was tightly about his head.
The horse breathed hard against the cold air, the beast had clearly ridden some leagues already this night.  DeFache moved closer and placed a gloved hand upon his mane, softly stroking the beast until its heavy breathing diminished.
"It does indeed my lord.  For I have been sent with a message of great urgency from my liege.  I have sought you out over many days and barely missed you before you departed the University this day."  The rider swept aside his cloak at the side and drew from within its confines a small parchment, upon it was laid a seal that DeFache instantly recognised.
"Long has it been since this seal passed by night harbouring messages of urgency.  I would ask more of its carrier, will you stay and talk awhile or perhaps hold for a reply to return with?"  DeFache took the parchment from the outstretched hand of the rider. releasing his hold on the horses wet mane.
"My orders are to return with haste, as soon as delivery is met, other tasks are before me it would seem and I would not disappoint my Lord in this hour.  I leave you with these words, for while messenger I am and proud to be such, my line that goes before, may offer more in the days ahead. This reads from a poem handed down from generation to generation:

'When the crown and the scholar,
Languish in squalor,
When the candles of power,
Burn in the tower

Those that walked their separate ways, will not abandon their code,
Their paths will join together again, united upon the same road.'

"I believe their is more to these words, but I know them not in full, I believe the poem also speaks of a prince and a mariner.  Yet more must now wait, as I am bound to depart swiftly, I impart these words to you DeFache as my trust in my liege is unmoving and I take his believe in your character to mine own sacred truth.  I fare you well and hope for your safe passage."
He pulled on the reigns and turned the great beast westwards, dropping his hood briefly to show an eminently handsome face, distinguished and eyes that spoke of great honour to DeFache.  The fair mans, light hair blew across his forehead as he raised his hand in departure.
"This meeting is already of great wonderment and concern to me, yet I doubt not your urgency fair rider, go and receive my wishes for good travel with you. I think somehow we will meet again, not so distantly."  DeFache watched the horse and rider as they disappeared into the darkness of the docks.  Faintly he could hear the whistle of the incoming boat at his side, he clutched tightly at the parchment and waited to board.

As the midday sun rose once more over Vedian, the sound of Speck's continual complaining began to falter until it merely became a dull ache nestling at the back of the party's heads. The trail as Arn had promised, was now less undulating and easier footing, yet still the sun beat down heavily on them. Febra walked at the front now, side by side with Arn, she would enter into short bursts of questioning the hunter, before once again falling silent, backing off into her own thoughts. As the days passed the girl had begun develop strange feelings towards the jovial hunter. Her exterior was quirky and unsure, hiding the true nature of her person but within her bitterness a fondness was emerging. It was an odd sensation, the girl thought, a warm sense inside that drew her to Arn. She would find herself walking by his side, asking about his experiences on the hunt and of growing up with his family. When others had talked of their kin before she had only resented it because of her own loss and felt disdain and dislike for the individual, but with Arn it was different. He was so care free in attitude and spirit, he could draw her into his tales until she felt as though she was there, with him. She could only liken it too an early experience she had with a travelling bard. Castegar, she would remember him for sometime, a roguish sort who had promised her information and delivered only a pain that lingered with the girl for many sun rises after his songs had departed the Luff. He had offered her a special root at the first meeting in the tavern, brought from distant lands to the south and he raved of its enriching properties. At first she had been in awe of it's sweet taste but it made her feel so free of the anguish and hatred inside. She had spent long evenings with the silver-tongued troubidoure, sitting under the stars listening to his tales of far-off lands or sharing his bed at the Inn. Then one morning he was gone, he had said as much, perhaps he had not. She had never thought it would end that way. He had spoken of a friend that he sought, a companion of younger days that he must find. She had been distraught at first, then the pain began, she craved the narcotic powers of the rare herb. Firstly she noticed it at night when they had taken its pleasure but soon after it was morning, noon and night. She thought the longing for its sweet taste would never leave her, she stole and acquired other strange herbs but none replaced the feeling. By the time the lust for it had left her body, her memories of the traveller had long departed. Yet unlike many that had entered her short life, she did not view him with bitterness or contempt, there was but left a longing deep within her. Arn had brought this out, he was not unlike the bard, younger and full of vitality but they shared that freedom of spirit and history. It was that above all the girl yearned for, a past of her own an attachment to something other than despair and loneliness. Her resolve settled in again, he would be made to pay for his actions and no traveller or huntsman would stand before her.

The trail by afternoon had narrowed somewhat and the brush had grown dense. Still the dust that drew up with the occasional breeze would claw in their throats and they would have to pause to take water from the skins. By sunset the geography of the land had once again turned hilly. Speck's pace had slowed to an amble and Joseph's irritation at his friends' constant complaints had turned now to concern. He paced forward to Arn, leaving Speck at the back with the girl.

"Arn, I'm worried, his ranting's are getting delirious and his face is covered with sweat. Perhaps we should stop for the day and let him rest." Joseph slowed his pace as if to carry weight to his suggestion. "Too late for that Joseph, we must if anything quicken not slow." Arn swiped a glance at the young mariner that startled him. "I do not understand, what talk is this, we are not bound to time in this journey and if we were, then the price would be too high." He quickened and grasped at the hunter's arm. "I spoke of it not earlier and would not speak of it now. Yet your resolve is clear in this matter my friend. Our young scribe is ill, possibly terminally if we do not reach aid soon. He has, if I am correct taking on a poison of some type." Arn's eyes did not leave Joseph's. The huntsman held a finger to his lips, "Calmly Joseph, it is not the time for exclamation." Thoughts rushed through his mind. Why? How? When? "How can you be sure Arn? How did it happen?" Joseph found his stride now quickening, putting some distance between the trailing pair. "The water is how, of that I'm certain", the huntsman replied, "only the one skin and I have since emptied its contents two nights back." Joseph interrupted, "You have known for two days! Yet you have said nothing" Joseph whispering was shrill and full of anger. "If I have erred then I hold responsibility for my action, but do not see any change now that would have steered me to a different course. Speck has taken on a large dose of what I suspect to be Angrillim, a poisonous root that can be crushed into liquid. It can be counteracted but I have neither the means nor the skill. I wonder now if we should ever have begun this trek." Arn's voice cracked slightly as he finished and Joseph felt a tingle of fear rise within him. "Why did we not turn back sooner Arn?" The aggression had vanished from his voice now, he could see the huntsman was in doubt of himself. "I was not sure until yesterday in truth, at first I thought the symptoms to be just an extension of Specks normal personality. When we slept yesterday I went to drink from the Speck's skin by mistake and instantly smelt the aroma within. By then it was too late to turn, I knew his salvation was in pressing forward." "Why? Bannermane surely is a week from here or more?" Joseph's eyes were full of confusion and worry. "Bannermane is not my concern, the boy does not have that time. Our hope now relies on the words of Pike Yantaran. We seek the man of which he spoke, if he lives then we are but half a day from the ravine. Speck's time is another dusk and little more. We can not turn back." The huntsman's words struck Joseph like ice. "You saved his life then, if he had continued to drink...." he trailed off, choking on the words. "For a short time and that only by chance, we must find Rundell, if he lives. Do not speak of this to the others. It will not aid our plight and soon our friend will be beyond understanding." Joseph stood tall, "I will carry him to this man, he will not fail here." "No, I believe he will not, your bond if anything will pull him back to us Joseph." "Arn, you said your skill was insufficient to heal this sickness, why do you believe this man's will be otherwise." The huntsman smiled ruefully, "In truth good Joseph, I do not. Nonetheless, I got to thinking as we walked from the Luff, the name Pike had bestowed upon us, niggles at my mind. I was sure I had heard it before. Long ago my father had told me a tale of the Crown Prince of Vedian." "Madistrain." Joseph interjected. "No, before Madistrin held the office his elder brother was in line for kingship. My father said he was a great leader and he had once met him in the days that the open season hunting was a proud day for all Vedian. Not long after the then CrownPrince was killed in a tournament of arms, crushed by his own horse, a tragic accident that the land mourned after." Once again Joseph interrupted, "I do not understand the relevance of this tale." "That is because you are to quick to halt me, hold your voice and listen to what I recall." Joseph fell silent, still ensuring he kept up a swift pace and checking behind to ensure Speck and Febra had not fallen to far away. "My father leant closer to me and conspiratorially said that rumour had reached him that it was no accident and in fact the beast had been poisoned. In his early days my father had known many men of arms, so my mother said. He then told me that it was believed by some that the King had been assassinated by poisoning his horse, so it fell lame at the tournament. As you rightly say, what links this to that event in Vedian mythology. Well nothing but a name. Rundell. Joseph face was startled, "Rundell was the assassin? Then we take our friend into the arms of a murderer! There can be no salvation at the hands of such a man." Arn placed his hand on Joseph's shoulder, gripping tightly the soft jerkin he wore, "Do you trust Pike, Joseph?" "Of course, with my life. he is an impeccable man." "Exactly. I think it was matter of chance that Pike met with us prior to our exit, or knew where we would be. Least of all that he would offer us a name, that he knew would lead us to danger. I do not understand all affairs that have taken place, but I too place my trust in his words. And in truth Joseph, what other choices are open to us." Joseph turned and looked back at Speck, he was mumbling now, his feet stumbling on after each other, propelling him forward. No choice Arn, Joseph thought, no choice at all.

"Attack!" The ferocity of the cry, brought the whole group to a immediate halt. First to react was neither Joseph or the wily huntsman but the girl. From the tall brush at their right side, two figures leapt from the dark. Joseph could see the line of their shadows against the rising moon. Febra who previously had seemed content to wander forward at Speck's side now came alight at the sound of the assault. She drew forth the slim dagger from within her thick leather boot and ran directly to intercept the nearest attacker. The assailant could be viewed by the girl now, he was hard faced and his eyes were cold. He stood well above the girl and grinned as he swung forth a hefty club at her head. Easily the girl slipped under the unwieldy weapon and drew up tightly inside the mans defence's. Her first cut drew blood from the burly man's cheek, the second tore deep into his blackened tunic, piercing the flesh below. He winced at the hurt and swung out again at the girl but her size made it difficult for him to strike with the large club and realising the problem, he tossed the weapon aside and made a direct grab for the girls throat. By know the second attacker was upon Joseph, a short sword held aloft by a skinny, wiry figure threatened to strike the young man as he stood startled. The sharp twang of a loosed arrow dropped the tall man to his knees, an arrow buried deep in his side. Joseph looked to his left to see Arn poised with Bow in hand, another arrow already being strung. The hunter and the girl had already proven their natural instincts, oddly Joseph did not find Febra's actions strange, in his eyes she was a strong free spirit. He could not see the anger or hatred that lurked within her, only the sense of loss and void he knew he would fill. The words formed on Joseph's lips but they did not have time to spring forth as a third assailant jumped upon the huntsman from behind. He had waited behind a small hillock further up the trail, observing as they had planned to see which way the early attack went.

It seemed to Nerl, the leaders had underestimated their opponents, not for the first time he thought. What ever skills these wanderers had they would sound the end to his life. He had hunted with many thieves, bandits and curs but rarely few as ignorant as this latest crop. He had told them earlier as they followed the party up the trail, taking care to wait until dusk before assaulting, "I tell you we should attack as one! Why take risks?" "You'll do as we say, we lead this band, not ye! They are but children, foolish youths and a girl. We will down them without me raising my blade or Rabnerash." The huge leader motioned to his grinning colleague. The second leader grabbed at Nerl's tunic, "Now you'll quiet down and wait as we say, or I'll gut yer meself. If your scared of that rabble you got one way out of this little band of ours." Rabnerash smiled as best as he could manage, a long grimace reached towards Nerl. The clarity of the option, had always been clear to Nerl. You never left a group you joined, unless you died or they did. He had left a number of groups in his time, usually at night, while they had slept and the blood still ran warm from their throats. This would be his last sortie with this bunch he thought, one way or another. Rushing swiftly from his hiding place, he drew forth his long held dagger. The knife plunged into Arn's shoulder and he fell forward to the ground, his bow snapping with the impact. Nerl raised the dagger again to finish the helpless hunter, his back at the mercy of the man, there was no remorse or quarter given to honour. Nerl knew Arn had been the danger all along, he had seen it in his action, they way he held himself and how quickly he had strung that bow. What speed! He trained his eyes upon the huntsman's centre point where his shoulder blades met and began to bring down the blade. It was the last thing he saw, Joseph sprung to life finally, the site of Arn pushing him into action. He grabbed at the makeshift pike Arn his given him all those days ago in the market, it had stayed strapped to his belt since them, he had never thought to use it. The adrenaline pumping through him and his stomach retching it was all he could do to lurch forward and plunge the point into the mans defenceless belly, the force of the attack pushing Nerl clean off Arn and leaving him supine on the floor, clutching at the long makeshift weapon with one hand and the dagger still tightly held in the other.

What happened next would always live in the memory of Joseph, a fourth and fifth man emerged from the opposite side the first bandits had leapt from. They were larger men and they were kited in leather jerkins and carried long swords. They did not run but strode towards Joseph, who now stood defenceless over the fallen huntsman. As they neared his position another set of boots could be heard approaching from the trail, the party had earlier walked up. Quickly the trudging sound broke into a quick step, then a run and while the mariner could see the two men heading closer and closer, all he could hear were the hard footsteps closing in on him. The sword bearing duo, paused and turned to face the sound of the approaching footsteps, neither seemed to regard Joseph as a threat and in that at least they were correct. The mariner was already shivering uncontrollably and his vision was becoming unclear, yet even through the panic he thought to shield himself over the body of his fallen comrade. Joseph heard a authoritative voice sound towards the men but he could not make out the figure approaching. "Let these imps alone, they are unworthy of great men such as yourselves. Would you not parlay, I could offer supplies and a copper for their safety?" Rabnaresh the larger of the two, long sword held with both hands, took a step forward, "We not 'ere to share spoils with beggars, but if you stand there long enough we'll add you to em!" A strange calm had emerged over the scene, that seconds ago had seen blood spilled on the trail. Febra stood, her chest puffing to catch breath, the slight knife still grasped tightly in her small hand. At her feet the body of the first raider was slumped over, blood ran freely but was not absorbed by the hard, dry ground. The man had thought to wring the girls tiny throat, yet he had underestimated her strength. She had brought the knife up, even as a dark mist had reached over her eyes and plunged the blade through the ugly man's left eye. He had writhed with pain, dropping her to the floor, unable to focus she had stabbed three times more at the body and them rose once more to stand, oblivious to the blood around her.

Febra was slightly further down the trail and could now make out the new figure in full view. How she saw him that first day, would undoubtedly differ to Joseph's description. To her, she saw a warrior, pure and simple. She saw it in his thick set body, in his wide open stance, a slight bend in the knees and a weapon that could never be the choice of one who was not trained in its art. The man stood as tall as Arn, and his girth was as big as Pike, if not larger, while a long robe covered his whole body, covering all but the tips of his black leather boots, filthy from years of rambling the trails. His face was uncovered by the hood of the robe and while the girl would always see him as fair compared to the man that lay now at her feet, in reality it was not so. His face was scarred both under the left eye, a deep burning wound at least two inches in length running parallel with his brow and from the cleft of his chin, a thin purple lesion that ran down along his neck, disappearing into the folds of his gown. And yet even as a younger man, before the ravishes of battle had washed over him, it would not of been said he was a handsome man, his hair was unkempt in a natural way, wavy and tangled. Much of what there was had now gone the way of all things young, it now hung to shoulder length but on top was as shiny as a pin untouched by growth in many a year. His eyes, were a dark brown, steady and a little unnerving to the girl as she looked upon this effortless soldier. A short beard mingled with the remnants of his hair, streaked with colour but now primarily devoid of it. His right arm was cocked to the side, his large hand resting on his chest and in the other which was held steady, a great ball and chain. While the air was still and his arm the same, the huge iron ball still managed to maintain a pendulous effect, hanging a full two foot below its handle, which was wrapped around the mans hand. "I believe," the man began again in response to Rabnaresh, Joseph could hear a strange accent in the voice he did not recognise, "that I am a fair man. I do not condemn those I do not know and times are not what they were, that is true. Yet I ask you know, leave now and I will furnish you with food and four coppers on your way. One for each of your prey. It is my final offer." The words were not threatening or harshly spoken, neither did they expound hidden meaning, they were steady and true. The response was quick, they had already lost two men today and curs and lackeys were hard to find with so many groups operating, this man and the other four would reimburse their hardships. Rabnaresh was slightly ahead of his compatriot, they flanked the robed man looking to attack both sides in unison. By the time he had made it within three strides, the great weapon began to rotate, quickly spinning around his hand in a wide circle. While his wide stance did not shift, he dropped his knees a little further in anticipation. As Rabnaresh reached him, he brought the long sword round in a arc from left to right, trying to cut across the midriff of his opponent. Yet instead of fending or attempting to ward the blow, the robed man shifted the weight onto his right leg and spun a half circle bringing the full weight of the smooth iron down upon the head of the second attacker who had looked to move in close for an easy back attack. The crunching sound of metal on bone, was enough to still Rabnaresh from a second swift attack, while his slash had nicked the robed man as he spun, the opportunity was there now to do what his compatriot had planned. Yet the slightest pause in reaction was enough for his opponent who now was shifted onto the opposite leg from his spin, to kick out and land a thick boot directly in Rabnaresh's collar bone. While the blow in itself was not enough to knock him over, it created enough time for the ball to again begin its spinning cycle, this time landing firmly down on his leg, smashing the knee and collapsing the leader to the floor. It would be Joseph's recollection, that he offered mercy to the defenceless bandit, a chance once more to leave the trail with his life. Febra though would only remember the sound of the ball spinning and the impact as the death blow struck him cracking his chest, collapsing the breast bone and expunging the air within. It was the last sight she remembered as the mist took her, the deep purple finger marks around her neck finally taking their toll. The robed man now, staid his weapon and moved up the trail the few paces to where Joseph lay across the wounded huntsman. Placing the ball within his thick leather belt he knelt down and reached his large hand out to the boy. "I will not harm you, my name is Rundell. Lift yourself from thy compatriot, I will see if I may tend to his hurt." Again the voice was not in itself compassionate but consistent and honest.

By the time darkness had engulfed the land, Rundell had tended to the huntsman and the girl. Binding the formers wound and applying salve to the mark's on the latter's bruised neck. He also took time to inspect Speck, who had seemed oblivious to all that had gone before. Joseph talked quietly with his fallen friends, offering words of hope and tidings of fairer times to come. The warrior approached Joseph once more, "Come we must bring your party to mine home quickly, your small friend will not last much longer without proper treatment and I do not have the herbs upon me. I will bear the hunter and lead the small one, can you carry the female?" Joseph nodded quickly, "Aye...yes of course. How far must we journey?" "Tis only a short way now, I have been aware of your presence on the trail as I am of all that walk in these parts. Yet it is hard to track without cover, so I could not approach earlier to see what manner of folk you were. I am sorry now, I did not come to you sooner openly and declare myself, I offer my apologies for that error, it has paid a high price with the wounds to your party." Rundell seemed to wait for some acknowledgement from Joseph that his apology had been accepted. The boy just nodded unsure of what to say to the imposing warrior, the journey took time even though the distance was short, Speck would move of in circle and Rundell eventually led him by the hand with the huntsman slung over his other shoulder. Finally they entered a hollow, the land sliding down on all sides, and faintly Joseph could hear the sound of rushing water. At the base of the hollow, stood a small flat roofed house, crafted entirely from wood. He was astonished, a wealthy man he thought to himself to have a home crafted in such a way. The home was in two parts in a corner shape, a main doorway led into a living area, incorporating tables and chairs all in wood and even a fireplace at one end, a small rock hearth, plain and undecorated. The second appeared to be sleeping quarters and was made up of six beds, each atop another making three pairs. All seemed to be as new and as if they had never been used, the woven blankets neatly folded back on each. Rundell placed the huntsman down on one of the lower beds and instructed Joseph to do the same with Febra. "They will sleep now and you should do the same, I will tend as best I am able to the small one." "No, I will not sleep, I must stay with Speck. I will not abandon him." The warrior smiled, "I hope that in my care he is not entirely abandoned. Yet have it as you wish." Rundell led Speck into the living area and sat him on a chair, spending a few moments to light the fire all ready prepared on the hearth. He then left for a few moments and Joseph knelt by his friend, talking softly about the Luff and their childhood. Moments later Rundell with returned with a vial and a small pack. He began to tip the boys head back and pour the contents of the vial into his throat. "What is that?" Joseph enquired, a crack of fear entering his voice. "You do not trust me, do you lad." Joseph opened his mouth to speak, "Stay your words, it does not matter. I doubt that you have reason enough and much of it probably well founded. Nonetheless, believe that I will offer Speck here, all care that I am trained to give. Joseph was still not entirely satisfied, "How do you know to treat his ailment." Rundell turned his head to face Joseph, placing the empty vial in the pack, "Now lad, this is my house your in and I think there is more knowledge in that question than you care to make clear. Do not ask what you do not wish to hear. I am not your enemy and I may not be your friend, although perhaps I would have it otherwise, If you would consider taking as you find. Now I will place blankets over the boy and he will sleep now, we will know by morning if his recovery is made. Nothing more can be done. Stay here by his side if you will, I suspect I would not pry you away at any cost." Rundell picked himself up from his kneeling position, tucked the pack in his belt and walked towards the door. Joseph stood up, "Where are you going?" "These are not the times they once were laddie, I shall return to the site of confrontation and alive the land of the signs of battle. It will be safer to do such. Those are not the only danger to walk in these parts." He turned to face Joseph, gave a smile and left. Joseph sat resting his head on the chair and holding his friends hand tight, determined to see him through. By the time Rundell had reached the top of the hollow, sleep had taken him. On the morning that DeFaches ship took him back to his home at the Sanctuary of Bridges, Joseph awoke to the site of Speck standing in front of the now burnt out fire. He rubbed his eyes and scrambled to his feet, pushing off the blanket that had been placed over him. "Speck! How are you? You look better, I am so glad to see you my friend!" He hugged the boy tightly, a small tear escaping his eye. "Steady now sailor. I am fine and I have been made aware of those things that transpired by our host." The mention of that, had Joseph looking about conspiratorially. "I remember little of the past day until I awoke early this morning, but Rundell tells me we had quite a time by all accounts. I did have a strange dream mind, seemed to last forever, about a tower or something such...it fades now and you stood atop a battlement with..with..no. I'm sure the fever had me well to conjure such images." Joseph suddenly remembered the others, "What of Febra and Arn?" "They are fine Joseph, Arn has already risen in his usual humour. Accused me of slacking off would you believe! He went out with Rundell to examine the area. The girl still sleeps and Rundell said not to wake her, as her wound was a bad one." Joseph looked at Speck "She fought like a warrior Speck, she probably saved our lives and Arn too." "I doubt it not Joseph, I seems to me this morning that things have changed, for the first time in my life I feel that the Luff is not what I am but now what I was. My part in what befell us was of little consequence and yet I awake changed to that I was." The boy smiled at Speck and in it, Joseph saw a maturity that he had not previously been aware of. The friends sat and talked, Speck providing a morning broth that Rundell had made prior. By midmorning the wanderers returned, Arn burst though the door, shouting and smiling. Taking time to greet Joseph before taunting Speck further on his poor performance the night before. Joseph saw a difference in the small boy, he no longer seemed to bite at the comments but took them in a jovial manner, even making a few back at the hunter. Arn turned to Joseph, "This is an incredible place, beyond here lies the ravine of which we spoke and below it a waterfall the like of which I have never seen. You must see it Joseph, it is a wonderment indeed!" As they talked they failed to notice Febra walk in from the quarters, the dark marks still prominent around her neck. "We must away soon from here," she said addressing the three, "we still have a task to perform." Rundell looked over his shoulder, "What task of such importance would that be lady?" Febra barked at the warrior, "It is not for your ears. That is unless you would aid us further?" She checked herself and said again, "I am sorry good warrior, I did not get your name as yet. I thank thee for they aid and would ask for any further you would give." "The only aid, I would give now to you, is more rest. You are guests here and your journey has taken a toll on you all. Take time and enjoy my home for as long as you are able. When the time comes that you depart, I will accompany to the ravine but I can not take you further." Rundell nodded to them and motioned to Arn, "Let us look now at your skills hunter, perhaps an old dog can still teach the whippet a thing or two!" The huntsman laughed, "I doubt it! For my talents are great indeed but it would be rude not to observe as you have been such gracious a host. Let us track." The two men walked outside and Rundell shouted back, "Mine is yours, take rest, and relax in comfort."

What first was meant to be a sun rise turned quickly into a seven suns and moons. Even Febra who had campaigned for them to leave as soon as possible and continue the task, quickly faltered. Life with Rundell was both relaxing and most informative. Days were filed with walking for Joseph and Speck, visits to the nearby waterfall and marvelling at its splendour. Arn and Febra would journey with Rundell listening to sage advice on travelling and tracking and always Febra would ask about weapons and battle that the old man seemed happy to impart. The evenings though were the highlight for Joseph and Speck, they would sit by the fire or on a clear night outside on the hollow and Rundell would tell tales of days far gone. By all account he had been a soldier for many years, they presumed retired since and he had travelled to many parts of Vedian and fought in a number of uprisings and skirmishes in main for the Pluris duchy. There was mention of other activities before, but he would not be drawn into detail and was deft at quickly moving conversation where he wished it to go. By the end of week, Arn was in awe of man and Febra was infatuated by his tales and knowledge of war. Joseph did not revel in such tales but quickly felt his trust grow in the warrior, in truth that had been cast the morning Speck had awoke. Yet in all the time neither himself or Arn had raised the tale of the King or raised the question of his knowledge that cured Speck again. So on the eve of their departure which they had finally and reluctantly agreed, Joseph took a breath and approached Rundell as he stood outside splitting wood with a double handed axe. "Where do you come by such a supply of raw tree wood? This material would fetch a fortune at the Luff." "Ah, I have not told you all my talents young Joseph. I am not a rich man but a soldier and I do not crave riches, yet I would travel were others would not at times, so I receive this bounty as reward." Joseph snorted, "At times Rundell you say much but tell me nothing, it would seem." "You would rather I said nothing but told you much then?" the old warrior laughed. He changed the subject as often he had," I fine girl that one, a little feisty but I have met such women before. The Huskians to the South have a breed of warrior females, she has such qualities. Keep her close Joseph and you will live longer at least!" the old man laughed so hard he completely missed the log he was aiming at, landing the axe deep into the ground. The slight teasing was enough to push Joseph into action," I would ask you a question directly, would you answer?" Rundell shrugged, "How would I know without hearing it first? You may ask and I may answer..." Joseph interjected, "But I may not like what I hear. That is what you said when we first met. Well now I would hear it anyway." Rundell sighed a little and sat down on the log he had just left intact. "We heard, well Arn did from his father, of a story of a King. Not the CrownPrince of today but a brother before that died. The tale was told that his death was not natural." Rundell did not look at Joseph but continued to gaze at the floor for a time until finally he broke his silence. "It seems that disgrace does not die with a generation, I thought once that atonement could be obtained by isolation but it seems that will be denied me. Perhaps it is just, why should one man's conscience be cleared by the passing of time, when he has condemned so many to disparity and chaos." The old warrior stood to his feet, the leathers he wore seemed to bear heavy upon him now, he looked aged in the morning light and Joseph felt a sense of guilt pass over him. "I will explain myself in some way Joseph, though perhaps I will leave it to others to impose opinion of rights and wrongs upon you. I was based in Pluris in those days, a second lieutenant under the command of Captain Dre'Guist, a formidable leader of the home guard. I had learned quickly as a youngster and taken well to the teachings of arms and battle. I had been keen to please my seniors and rise through the ranks. It was not then as it is now, the guard was a respected force, employed to serve Vedian and its people, it was an honour to be chosen. The council still held a check on numbers and rights but they fell silent under the sway of Laferious the crown prince. All knew he would be accepted into Kingship within the year, he was popular with all subjects and had the backing of most of the Duchy's. He was a fair man and a true warrior, I never met him personally but those that did he touched in some way. Tournaments held then were days of celebration and enjoyment, the greatest warriors from each regiment would be called on to compete in a test of arms and people would travel from far and wide to partake in the festivities. I recall the city of Pluris that day as clear in mind as you are now, a magnificent city, thriving and opulent, its subjects clear in the understanding of the rules and customs they lived under. It was a fair time, there was a place for everyone, the scholatic would debate in the Pulpit while the Captains lanced at tournament. The city had a feel of balance and serenity that has not been known since. I had taken seat next to the stable area, with a few of my comrades, the opening rounds had already begun and our Captain was due up next in the flail and mace category. I rose to gather ale for all and moved towards the back of the stable to make for the stalls to the rear. I hand tapped my shoulder from behind the stables and I turned to see a tall man, garbed in a long robe smiling at me. "Good day to you soldier, do you enjoy the games so far?" the robed man had said. "Aye," I responded, "Tis good to see so many warriors together, one day I hope to compete at the Captain class." Rundell's hands clasped around his face, "Even then Joseph the dye was cast, my ambition would be my undoing." The man had clasped a long arm around my shoulder, "No doubt you will, perhaps I could ask a favour of such a loyal warrior. The CrownPrince is due to compete later in the mounted class, I must see to his steed but I have been called on pressing duties at his side. Could you perhaps see to it, the beast is fed and watered, my friend." "Of course," I had replied, "Would that task be better fitted to the stable hands? I have known little of mounted steeds in my occupation to date." I remember the briefest uncertainty crossing my mind and fading away as quickly. The man led me towards the front of the stable, "It is a busy time and I would entrust this task to a reputable friend." I had smiled and nodded taking from him a pouch of food and a vial of water, he had thanked me again and ambled off towards the royal tent. I had not thought to wait and see if he entered or question the items he bestowed on me. Instead I had moved into the stable nodding at one of my compatriots who had enquired on the location of their brew. It had not been a hard task to find the steed, for he was as a fair a beast as I could have imagined. I took no heed to the lack of stable boys and instead, poured the contents of the pouch in my hand and held it out for the gallant steed to taste. There was already water in the drinking trough yet I added the vial's small offerings as well. The beast nuzzled up to my neck and I placed the pouch inside my tunic , its contents emptied. I thought no more of the action and proceeded with the rest of the tournament, shouting and cheering on Dre'Guist to a valiant first place in his category. The day wore on happily, until the trumpets sounded for the final class, the tournament of champions. As in all Pluris tournaments the last encounter was held for previous class champions and always on horseback. Laferious had always been a valiant and able fighter and enjoyed the opportunity to share his skills with the other skilled warriors. The early stages went well, with the Crown Prince unhorsing two opponents until only five men were left upon the field. Then as he was about to charge for his third victim the fair beast that bore him reared up and fell, Laferious was pushed from his saddle and the huge beast landed down upon him. A horrible crunching sound reverberated around the galleys and his personal guard swiftly ran out to his aid. It was to be too late, the weight of the lame animal crushed his bones and the last breath he had was shared with his brother Madistrin who knelt upon the field holding the lifeless corpse of his beloved brother. Rundell turned to face Joseph, "So the tale is told, I hide nothing that I do not know and I ask nothing from you in the way of opinion or thought, suffice to say I realised soon after what had been done and went to my Captain to admit my actions. It was he, who saved me from a certain death, instead agreeing a banishment from the regiment against the wishes of the council. Pass through no town and house in the walls of no village, he had said to me. I had thought it was part of my punishment yet not long after word reached me that he had been slain in a skirmish with curs outside Pluris while on duty. That anyone would believe a tale of such an accomplished warrior I truly doubt. So I surmise that certain individuals is not agree with his actions. yet that is another tale." Joseph looked long and hard at the proud warrior, he looked so hard to find remorse and yet could not sense it. Rundell shook his head at the mariner, "No lad, I allow myself no regret or remorse and where possible little feeling. My actions were wrong and there is no way that I can pay for my misconduct. Therefore I can end my life, which is an affront to Laferious name and Dre'Guist's or I can live with it the best way I know how. That is why I live out here in seclusion and perhaps still in fear, your coming has been a reminder too many that memories are long in this world." "So you no nothing of poison then? How was it that you healed Speck?" Joseph asked confused at all he had heard. "Oh I know much of herb, root and liquid for I studied hard in my years straight after my banishment, searching for an understanding of the events that had unfolded and moulded my destiny. I learned exactly how the beast had turned lame and why, the herb settled, slowly reacting with the liquid to take its time in rendering the horse's pain." (Ed: Check this bit over and edit please) "Well the day has worn on Joseph perhaps we should retire, our last eve together I would hope for happier tales." A smile begun to return to his lips and he held out his hand to Joseph to help him up. Joseph grasped his outstretched hand, "It is difficult to know if any tale is happy or sad until it is at its end Rundell. Perhaps your tale is yet to reach its finale." The old warrior nodded and walked side by side with Joseph back to his home. The next morning they rose early, Arn and Febra busied with packing and preparation, Rundell restocked all their provisions and gave them ample firewood for the journey. Finally the four stood outside the door, dressed as they had arrived, packs slung across shoulders and weapons resting at their sides. It had been an hour or so, since they had last seen Rundell but he had promised to see them off and none wished to leave until he had done. More time passed until finally, he emerged from the rear of the cabin, all dressed with leather tunic and furs, his mighty bald mace hanging at his side, over one shoulder a huge pack that looked to weigh as much as Speck. He beamed a smile at them all, "I have decided to journey with you to your destination, too long has it been since I crossed the border of a town, even one as remote as Bannermane." A huge sigh of relief crossed the faces of the party and they were quickly followed by smiles and handshakes. "Also," Rundell continued, "I fear you getting lost on the way ahead, as even with my directions I doubt that hunter of yours could find his own feet!" The warrior roared in laughter and Speck took the opportunity to join in, he always liked a joke at Arn's expense. They reached the ravine by mid morning, a huge pass that measured at least one hundred feet across, at the far side a waterfall ran through the side of the pass. Rundell had explained that the only way to cross was in climbing down entering through the cavern that the water ran through. He had told them that about a half a league onwards the passage rose up and met with a small river that fed the falls. The descent in itself was not an arduous task, the bank was not as steep on this side and in places it was more like a large hill amble. By the time they had reached the base they were all wet with the spray coming from the gushing falls. Rundell led them across the water via a network of large stones that protruded thankfully from the depths below. It was slow going as was the climb into the face of the cavern, the rocks were slippery and steeper and the rush of the water over head was both exhilarating and worrying at times. Rundell led the climb, calling back instructions to the others, letting them know which rocks were good for holds and where the moss grew heavy. Arn picked up the rear and scolded Speck merrily on his way up, jeering up at him to stop loosening stones and mind where his feet were treading. Speck did not take it badly, he had seemed different somehow since his experience with the poison. He no longer held that air of reservation and anger about him, Joseph liked him even more for it, his friend had finally grown up, he thought as they climbed higher towards the cavern. Rundell pulled them all to their feet as they scaled the final stage of the climb. The cavern within was deafening, the noise of the water bouncing of its thick walls and filling their heads to the point that it became hard to concentrate on one another speaking. Rundell's voice shouted out to them, "Stay close to the right side, the water will rise as the path narrows, be cautious and concentrate on the journey. I suggest we keep quiet now until we begin to rise, if you are lost into the water the current will take you quickly before any here has the chance to save you. Be mindful, Speck you walk in front of me, Joseph then Febra and Arn at the rear." They followed his instructions carefully, no one uttering a word as they looked down at the wet cavern floor, their eyes peering for jagged rock or moss that could throw them from their course. Concentration made the journey seem longer than it truly was, Speck's eyes began to ache staring at the cavern floor and his thoughts began to wander to their quest. Rundell had told them a little of their destination site, it was by all rights once a fortress of great note and even today the ruins were a site to behold. Mainly though he had become intrigued by the item that they were to collect, what remnant could they be transporting to Asten, an old heirloom or weapon of the old days perhaps? Something dug at the back of his head, he quickened his pace slightly the anticipation driving him on. They had begun to climb now and the pathway had widened finally so the trek became less hazardous, the light became brighter from the opening and sunlight sprayed across the water, lightening it to a bewildering effect. Rundell passed Speck and led them from the mouth of the opening out into the wilderness. They stood looking out across an expansive plain, the river running its way north and west towards Asten. Rundell turned to Arn, "Your eyes are keen huntsman, do you see it?" Arn walked ahead of the group and peered northward into the distance, "It is far, yet I see it on the horizon, perhaps a further ten leagues? Maybe more?" He turned to check Rundell's reaction. "A fair estimation, we will push on until mid afternoon then camp down, my body yearns for a pipe and some stew, the head and heart are willing but my legs are not what they once were." Speck wandered forwards, "At least we are safe out here." Rundell smiled towards Speck and thought to himself, perhaps for now my little friend but Bannermane has been the doom of greater warriors than you I fear. He smiled inwardly, but perhaps no greater thinkers. The tale was told that his death was not natural.