Those Star Elves?
Among others. The humans war among themselves as well.
So Narab stated; what has this to do with us?
Ah, that is what must be discovered. She studied his face for a moment, then asked, What does Cetswaya tell you of his dreams and visions?
He speaks little. He claims he puts little faith in dream-lore.
Still, he has said something.
Arkan remained silent.
Then I shall tell you of my shaman. Arjuda dreams of dragons.
Arkans face became an unreadable mask.
Dragons on the wing, with riders on their back; a host mighty enough to blot out the sun.
Almost whispering, Arkan said, So do I.
She nodded. Then there is something you must do, for yourself, for me, for our clans, and ultimately our people perhaps even our entire world.
Surprised by the fervour of his aunts words, he said, Tell me.
Who among your sons is fit to lead in your absence?
He thought about this. All three, although Antesh is my heir. I have taught them to be ready, but he is the most level-headed.
Good. She sighed. Ive lost sons, Arkan. It is most bitter. Your father lost two, making you his heir. She took a long moment to study Arkan. Her nephew had been as young as his father had been when the responsibility for his people fell to him. After a while she said, Very well. There is something you must do. It will most likely get you killed, and even if you survive you may never be able to return to your clan. Are you willing to risk everything to save your kin?
Without hesitation he said, That is a chieftains burden, and his honour.
Id expect no less an answer. Then come, Arkan of the Ardanien, this you must know: a conflict that will engulf our world is brewing, and without your help we may all perish. You must travel south, where the humans make war, and possibly beyond. She fell silent.
What must I do? he asked.
Liallan looked him in the eyes, then motioned for him to stand. Once again she studied his face before speaking. I do not know.
So, I am to leave my home, place the care of my people in my sons hands, and do something; but you do not know what it is?
You must go south. You must disguise yourself as an eledhel, since few humans would notice the difference, and you must seek someone out.
Who?
Again I do not know. But I am certain you will find that person and then your next path will be made clearer.
Arkan was silent for a time, then said, I respect you as much as anyone does and you are my kinswoman but you ask much and give so little.
Should you survive, nephew, should all of us survive, I will give Kalina to your eldest son.
Arkan was rendered almost speechless. Why?
Your sons are closer to the soil of this world than my chieftains. They are true sons of the moredhel, warriors without dishonour, strong without being overly ambitious. Should I name any of my chieftains my heir, the bickering and rivalries would tear the Hamandien apart within hours of my death. But if I name your son my heir, not only will he bring a small but powerful clan into the fold, but it will also prevent such a falling out. Clan Ardanien would serve as effective a personal bodyguard as any chieftain could desire. My chieftains would bend their knees and accept his rule to keep the clans intact. The Snow Leopards grow stronger and survive for another generation.
Youd do that?
If you go south and find this man youre fated to meet.
How do you know Im fated to meet this human?
In my dream I see dragons flying; and upon a mountain peak two figures, one a man in a black robe, and the other is you. You protect him while he wields great magic. You are destined to save our people, Arkan.
He had no words, so he merely sat in silence. Then he rose, nodded and left the light, warm pavilion, and returned to a dark, cold, and windy world.
CHAPTER TWO
Bugles sounded the warning.
Martin conDoin, son of the late Duke of Crydee, dropped the spoon carrying the first bite of food hed had in hours and was nearly out of the door of the inn he was using as a forward headquarters before his chair hit the wooden floor. He hurried to the south-western gate. Report! he shouted as he ran from the harbour to the citys entrance.
Sergeant Magwin looked down from his position on top of the tower, a small figure at that distance, but his voice carried. Scouts returning, sir!
Open the gates! shouted Martin.
An exhausted rider wearing the tunic of the garrison of Crydee came cantering through the partially opened gate and pulled up before Martin as it was slammed shut behind him. He was covered in road dirt and sweat, and his horse was near collapse. He saluted and said, Found the infantry, sir. He held out a folded parchment.
Martin read the report. Is he seriously refusing to return?
The scout dismounted. Yes, sir. The captain of the column is from LaMut. He said, Ive got my orders, and they are to go to Sarth and meet the Duke; no lad from Crydee is telling me otherwise. He lowered his eyes. Thats when he wrote that and gave it to me, sir.
Martin fumed silently, then said, Thats perfect.
Brendan, Martins younger brother and his adjutant, had hurried from the heart of the city, dodging through the press of people who were waiting nearby to hear what news the scout might bring. He was almost out of breath when he stopped and gasped out, A small band from LaMut has arrived.
Some good news, said Martin, looking around. The two young men looked like twins, both with long brown hair to their shoulders and slender, agile bodies. Being only one year apart, the differences between them were growing smaller with each passing month. How many?
Forty, said Brendan. Mostly men over fifty, but they seem fit: farmers and millers, loggers and the like. Twenty or so are bowmen.
Good, we can always use more archers on the wall. See to their quarters.
Theyve got this old- He laughed as he spread his arms widely, as if describing a fish he had caught. A ballista that big Maybe a bit bigger, but Ive never seen its like. Said its been on the top of the gate in LaMut since well, since anyone can remember. Some of the retired soldiers who came south thought it would be useful.
Martin tried to be amused, but failed. Have them bring it here. He glanced around and saw a small patch of earth between two buildings, perhaps once a garden in better days, and pointed at it. Move the wagon there. We might need to put the ballista up on the wall. He scanned the entirety of the battlement above, then said, But I have no idea where.
Ylith held a unique position in the Kingdom. It was nestled in the north-eastern corner of a near-perfect but tiny harbour. Given the citys position, the massive harbour gates were its main entrance. Away to the south-east, there was a small beach running barely a quarter of a mile between the southern edge of the city docks and the rocks along the quickly rising headlands. From there the coastline reared upward sharply to the promontory called Questors View, two days ride on a fast horse. A small village occupied the flat top of the promontory, and a small garrison was stationed there. The Duke had stripped it of soldiers as he marched south, leaving the village protected only by its surrounding terrain. From there, no safe landing existed until one was deep within the principality, near the town of Sarth, which currently was expecting the muster from Yabon.
Shoals and rocks hidden just below the surface, to the south-west of the harbour, provided a natural defence against any nearby landings. The shallows created a tide race, and every experienced captain gave that part of the coast a wide berth lest they be swept onto the rocks and wrecked. It was over half a days ride by swift horse before a safe landing south of the city could be found.
Between the city walls and foulborough beyond was an open plaza, giving archers on the wall a field of fire. The booths and stalls that on market days and holidays traditionally stood against the wall had been removed even before Martin and the Crydee muster had arrived.
Three roads intersected at the centre of the plaza south-west of the harbour gates: the highway to the Free Cities and Natal ran south along the bay; the road to Crydee moved away to the north-west; and a small road led east, which rapidly turned into a farmers track. Here lay the heart of Yliths commerce, the busy port that was the gateway to Yabon.
The city of Ylith had been seized by invaders once before, when the general leading the invading army of the Emerald Queen had set himself up as King of the Bitter Sea. Only a betrayal by one of his southern commanders in exchange for consideration from the Kingdom had allowed the tyrant to be dislodged. Martin had read the history of the Emerald Queens invasion and knew the vital part played by this city in protecting the principality, Yabon, and the passes to the Far Coast. The Kingdom might lose Crydee and recover, or even lose control of the eastern shore of the Bitter Sea between Ylith and Sarth, but if Ylith fell, all would be lost.
What news from the south? asked Brendan.
Its bad, said Martin, handing over the message.
Brendan quickly read it. Is he serious?
Apparently. Martin threw the parchment into the dust and looked around. If I were in his place I would not wish to explain to my duke where his infantry was, if he was expecting them to arrive in Sarth next week.
Would you rather explain how you lost all of Yabon? countered Brendan.
Just following orders, said Martin dryly. Well, the pirate we hired should have delivered my message to the Duke by the time the infantry reaches Sarth. He calculated. If the Prince hasnt commanded him to continue on to Krondor or stay in Sarth, he could be back here with his cavalry and light foot regiment in ten days.
Lots of ifs, said Brendan.
I know, answered Martin. Where are we now?
His brother knew exactly what Martin was asking. Our men at arms number three hundred from Crydee, plus the fifty irregulars the Duke of Yabon left here with Bolton. Captain Bolton was the nephew of the commander of the Earl of LaMuts guard. The brothers were convinced that he had been left behind in the hope that no attack would ever reach this far north. Once he had been taken down a peg or two by Martin, the earnest young man had turned out to be completely out of his depth, which was the reason for all his bluster when they first met.