The necromancers? asked Pug.
Not a common name by any measure, said Brother Victor. And theres more.
More? asked Magnus a moment before Jim echoed him.
The title of one of the volumesAt that time, legionaries were not much better educated than the common Keshian Dog Soldiers of today. Their officers could read and were literatea necessity for the giving and receiving of ordersbut the common soldiers were not. This list must have been complied by a relatively uneducated officer, or possibly the task was given to a lower ranking soldier who was barely educated. In any event, the title they have recorded isLibri Demonicus Amplus Tantus and translated as Really Big Demon Book.
Amirantha laughed. I speak Quegan, and thats not a phrase I recognize.
Its four-hundred years old. I originally assumed that the scribe didnt understand that amplus and tantus have similar meaningsample and largebut it now occurs to me that our less-than-scholarly-scribe was simply trying to describe two of the books aspects: that its a large volume, but also that its important. Tantus can mean of such great size, but amplus can be read as of great importance, as well as meaning ample. So, what you may wish to consult next is this very large, very important book concerning demons, which was written by a necromancer four-hundred years ago.
I dont suppose you have that volume here? asked Amirantha.
No, said Brother Victor with a regretful expression. I wish we did. It sounds fascinating.
But you know where we might find it? suggested Magnus.
The monk nodded. Indeed, if it still exists.
The Imperial library in Queg, perhaps? suggested Magnus.
Pug said, If the book remained among the property seized by the legionaries, and if they didnt loot the library when recalled to Kesh during the abandonment of the north He tapped his chin in thought. Its possible. They might have taken the gold and other valuables south with them, but books and scrolls? Not as likely. Its as Brother Victor said, I must leave you now, as evening prayer is about to begin. I assume you do not need me to show you out? His merry expression revealed that he already knew the answer.
No, said Pug. Thank you my old friend.
No, thank you for all you have given us. Too few people realize how much they owe you, Pug.
Until we meet again, he finished, turned and left the four visitors alone in the library office.
Magnus said, We have a new problem, Father.
I know, said Pug. He turned to Jim and said, Queg is the one court in which we have no friends.
Jim sighed as he anticipated what was coming next. I thought you had agents, or at least friends, everywhere?
Pug gave him a tight smile. Queg is strategically unimportant. We manipulated some information during the invasion of the Emerald Queen, so they believed they were attacking a foreign treasure fleet; instead they ran into her armada, half the Imperial Keshian Fleet, and the Kingdom Navy. Not wishing to attack nations they were at peace with, they did their best to loot a few ships which instead of treasure held angry soldiers. It made them distrustful of information that doesnt come from reliable sources.
To the point, they resisted all attempts to infiltrate their intelligence.
Jim smiled ruefully. I know. I have had the same problem.
What about Kesh? asked Magnus. Have they placed anyone within the Quegan Court who might prove useful?
Jim slowly shook his head. No, theyre just as frustrated by their small neighbour as the Kingdom is. If Queg didnt possess such a formidable navy, theyd have been reabsorbed by the Empire, or conquered by the Kingdom, a century ago. There arent many resources on the island worth seizing, but they are a serious annoyance; while they may not be strategically important to you, Pug, controlling Queg would prove a significant advantage to Kesh or the Kingdom.
Which is why neither of them will let the other gain influence, finished Magnus.
Amirantha said, Back to the point, if you dont have anyone at court to help with the search, how do you propose we discover if this tome exists there? He smiled dryly. Are you just going to appear one day and ask to browse the shelves?
Pugs expression became distant for a moment, and then he smiled slowly. That may be just the thing.
What? asked Jim. I was certain that you were going to ask me to swim ashore, sneak into the library and steal the book.
No, said Pug, looking amused at the suggestion. Youre going to use your rank to get the Prince of Krondor to send you, with three advisors, he indicated the three of them, on a scholarly delegation, with the intention of correcting distortions of the truth in Kingdom historywhich will appeal to Quegan vanity when you explain that in the process their glorious past will be forever enshrined in our annals. You will then seek permission for your three scholars to spend a few leisurely days browsing the shelves of the Imperial Library.
Jims face went through a spectrum of emotions, from surprise, to doubt, to agreement, then delight. Play to their vanity!
Yes, said Pug. Then, if we find out that they have the book, you can sneak into the library and steal it.
Jim rolled his eyes. Cant we just study it there for a while?
No, said Amirantha. We will need to examine it closely, and that could take weeks. If its written in some ancient variant of the Keshian language, well need to find a scholar who can help us understand it.
And the Quegans may become interested in why we are focusing on one ancient, obscure text about demons when we were supposed to be looking at their histories, finished Magnus.
Amirantha said, It would be helpful if you could convince the Star Elves to let their Demon Master return once we hold the book. Shaking his head slightly as if he hated making the admission, he added, He knows much that I dont. I taught him a few tricks when he was on the island, but I think wed work faster if Gulamendis was with us.
Pug looked at Magnus. Have we heard any more from the taredhel?
Magnus shook his head in the negative. Only through Tomas. He and his Queen are still in contact with the Regent Lord, but you know how elves are about taking their time.
All too well, conceded Pug. Lets worry about getting the book first. He looked at Jim. Can you do it?
Of course I can. The Prince is an eastern caretaker who doesnt have any sense of, or much care about politics. Hes content to hunt, drink, chase serving girls and allow me to reassure him that all is well. Then he reports the assurances back to the King, that all is well in the west.
Ill have my personal scribe draw up the messages to the Emperor of Queg andwill sign them. If you think it would help, I can use the royal seal to suggest that the documents come from the King, himself.
Forgery? said Pug with newfound respect. Is there no end to your larcenous skills?
I have a few limits, said Jim with no hint of modesty. It will take a couple of weeks, and the sooner begun, the sooner done.
Pug said, Very well. Magnus get us to the island, please, and then take Jim to Krondor.
Pug said, Very well. Magnus get us to the island, please, and then take Jim to Krondor.
As they assembled to transport to Sorcerers Isle, Amirantha said, I wonder how that demon loving elf and his brother are doing.
CHAPTER SIX Survivors
THE DEMONS ATTACKED.
Gulamendis drew back his hand; his brow furrowed in concentration as he watched his brother from the corner of his eye. Laromendis had conjured a battle demon illusion that was all talons and teeth, muscles like iron lay over skin hard like dragon scale. Ignoring the less threatening taredhel magicians, the three demons facing the brothers threw themselves upon the most obvious danger. Demon logic was simple: dispose of the most dangerous foe, then turn your attention to the lesser. Logic was not a prerequisite for the harrying demons, those whose job it was to seek out hidden prey and drive them to where the demon captains waited. All they saw was a rogue demon, not of their cadre, in front of them and never for one moment considered the improbability of the situation.
As long as the demons believed in Laromendiss conjuration, they were subject to damage from it, and it attacked them with frantic mayhem, slashing and biting, tearing and gouging. From bitter experience, Gulamendis knew the illusion would hold for only a moment or two longer, before the real demons recognized it for what it was. Laromendis had never smelled a demon nor experienced its magic aura, so those components were lacking in the conjuration, and as soon as the demons recognized the fraud, the two magicians would be assaulted.
Gulamendis held his wand at the ready. It was a treasure, gained by guile and subterfuge, part of the hoard the elves had brought from Andcardia to Ebar, the city they had constructed on the ancient planet the Star Elves called Home.
The wand had been the only thing that had kept the two brothers alive over the last few days, a period beyond the expectation of the Regent Lord and other members of his Meet who had wished to see the two brothers dead sooner. Only Tandarae, the new loremaster of the taredhel was kindly disposed towards the Demon Master and Conjurer, but he wasnt in a strong enough bargaining position to keep them from being dispatched to the Hub World.
They were holed up in a relatively defensible position: a cul-de-sac of abandoned cottages in the city. They were taking full advantage of the one approach, and had created a series of tripwire alarms and alerts so they could rest periodically. Their orders had been to remain there until recalled to Midkemia, but both knew that the summons was unlikely to come, so they had secured their position and only fought when the demons managed to catch sight or wind of them.
The three that now battled Laromendiss conjuration were minor demons, any one of whom the brothers could have bested in a hand-to-hand fight should the need arise, but together, they were enough to give the elves pause in engaging them directly.
This was the third time they had used this ploy, the other two instances had taught them how to refine the illusion and ready themselves for the moment they would truly engage the demons in combat.
Gulamendis took his eyes from the struggle for a moment; his brother had to concentrate on the illusion, so it was up to the Demon Master to stay alert for unexpected intruders while they stood exposed in the open, on top of the rise that led to the highest cottage on the small street.
Behind the struggle, he saw something flicker in the distance, near the entrance to the portals. He hoped it was the other elves here, answering a recall that he and his brother had yet to hear.
The Hub World was where the portalswhat the humans called rifts between the worldswere clustered. In ancient times, for reasons that in retrospect now seemed the height of prudence, a Regent Lord had decreed that only one portal from each world would provide access to this otherwise nondescript world. It had been home to barely a thousand elves, just enough to ensure the portals were operating as they should.
The portal to Andcardia had been breeched a long time ago, and shut down. Only one had been maintained from Hub, to the world of Locre-Amar, and from there, back to Ebar. Once that portal was closed, there would be no access to Midkemia for the demons; at least no access the taredhel were aware of. Unless the Brothers could keep the demons who still roamed this world from reaching the last remaining riftand also get to it before themthe two magic users would be stranded here forever, with the hungry demonic castaways.
And Gulamendiss knowledge of demons told him there were too many to give the brothers much hope of survival.
Then the conjuration failed and Gulamendis extended the wand. A sphere of silver light with pink and blue colours scintillating across its surface expanded around him; as soon as it touched the demons they shuddered, went rigid, and fell to the ground at Laromendiss feet. They remained in spasm, and the brothers knew they needed to act quickly.
At first they had simply used the wand against the demons, but a couple had recovered quickly, and that had taught the magic users to weaken them first, in order to extend the period they were stunned.
The brothers drew their large battle knives and began to cut the demons throats as fast as possible. Gulamendis reminded himself that even though this method was not as dramatic or immediate as using his magical abilities, it sufficed for these circumstances. The demons essences would return to their realm, but to the best of his knowledge, the portal to the demon realm had been sealed, and by the time these three were reborn, their problem of escape from this planet would long be decided.
It was over in a few moments. The two tall elves stood covered in dark demon blood, their eyes watering from the stench of carrion and sulphur. That bought us a few minutes, said Laromendis.
His brother nodded. I sense some more to the south, but theyre not coming closer yet. We should probably make our escape now.
Which way? asked Laromendis.
Both were tall, nearly seven feet in height, but had similar proportions to the lesser elves. Their massive shoulders narrowed to trim waistlines above their powerful hips and legs. Neither was a warrior by trade or inclination, but both had been forced to learn to kill and had become adept at it. It helped that Gulamendis understood each demons vulnerabilities and always communicated what he could to his brother.
That way. Gulamendis pointed to the northeast. There should be an alley leading to the broad street; the last portal should be there.
I thought it was the other way, said Laromendis, pointing to the northwest.
His brother smiled. So does everyone else.
You have a plan?
Always, said his brother jogging in the direction hed indicated.
The small city that had been the home of those left to care for the portals was a simple place to navigate under normal circumstances; but an invasion by the Demon Legion was hardly normal.
They carefully made their way between buildings, stopping at every corner to make sure they were unobserved. There were a small number of demons that could hide well, becoming almost invisible, but Gulamendiss sensitivity to any demonic presence usually alerted them to their proximity.
They reached to the last stretch of open ground before the building that contained the entrance to the hub portal and Laromendis swore. Flyers! Circling above it like vultures were half a dozen flying demons.