The Saint of Thaland, eh? The Stalker sat pondering his lords words.
Surprising words. Strange words.
As far as he knew, there was no enmity between the fae lord and the holy Hero of Uldar. Had the young man said sothing to offend Aenflynn?
He was easily offended, after all.
And what of his oath to the Heroes? rzhin hadnt broken any law of the fae wild, or betrayed either the lord, nor the realm of Och Fir Nog. So what was this all about, wouldnt Aenflynn be breaking his own oath if he was to work against the Saint?
He presented his concerns to the taller fae, who simply laughed.
Our oath specified the word you in my conversation with the Heroes, and at that ti, we were only speaking with three of them; the Sage, the Champion and the Chosen, Aenflynn said. The Fool and the Saint are completely unbound by any oath to us, for better and for worse. They have full freedom to act, so it would be better if they were taken out of the situation, so to speak.
Fine by , but its going to be a pretty boring hunt; the boy was close to being a broken shell when I last saw him.
Oh? You were at the Battle at Uldars Rise? Aenflynn asked.
I was close enough to nearly singe my beard, mlord. The Stalker gave him a grim smile. If you were there, you wouldve seen explosions as bright and as hot as dragonfire, or even the suns breath. Life and death. Oaths given and wills shattered. All in all, it was good, bloody fun, Id say; made crave hunting the Fool even more. And you? You watched as well?
Indeed, Lord Aenflynn said. The mortals secrets are not as secret as they might think; I have known of Uldars secret enclave for as long as it has existed.
Right, and is it sothing that happened there that made you want to go against poor St. rzhin?
No and yes. Aenflynn looked up at the ceiling again. There is an opportunity coming, my friend. An opportunity so grand and so succulent, that any number of fae lords, wizards, and mortal kings of the world would give their first bornto take advantage of it. Yet, we are fortunate enough to have that opportunity simply fall at our feet, we only have to bend down and pick it upwe would be fools to let anything or anyone get in our way.
Aye, alright, Ill take care of im, said the Stalker. No two hunts are equal, after all. Im sure the Fools hunt will more than make up for the Saints humdrum one. what would be the paynt for rzhins life?
Aenflynn smiled and took a deep sip from his goblet. You have been asking for longer than I can rember where you might lay your very capable hands on this vintage So, how about this? If you kill the Saint when you finish your hunt of the Fool, then you shall not only know its na, but where you can get it as well. Further, I will supply you with a centurys worth.
The Stalker lit up like a human child on Sigmus morning. I wont let you take that back, my lord!
We have no interest in taking anything back. Lord Aenflynn raised his goblet. You do this for us, and you will deserve your reward.
Hah! I knew there was a reason I stopped killin your warriors! The Stalker toasted his lord. Heres to opportunities!
To opportunities. Aenflynn drank deeply.
The stalker put his drink down. Mm, speaking of that, you mind telling what this opportunity you ntioned is about?
And spoil the surprise? Absolutely not! Aenflynn chastised him.
Oh co on, dont tease like that! the Stalker said. You have all curious now!
Hm. The fae lord looked at him evenly. Fine, then. We will grant you a small piece of the puzzle. If you can put the rest together, you will have the knowledge you seek.
Goody, more riddles! The Stalker rubbed his hands together like agreedy fly.
The lord set his goblet aside, looking back at the ceiling. Long ago, a friend of ours missed an important date. It was the kind of date that one does not miss unless one is indisposed. And that friend was in a position to becoindisposed. So I went to the deepest wells of my realm, where its power is greatest, and sought to read the winds of fate.
He gestured to the shadowy images dancing in the erald. But they were more obscure to then than these images are to you now. It was as though we were seeing far distant shapes through a milky fog; but, with what we suspected was likely to occur, we sensed that we would get our chance.
A chance at what, mlord? the Stalker asked.
I will answer you this way; let us say you walked into this chamber. Aenflynn said. And you were handed a glass of wine. But, better wine was being served only to those seated at this table.
How much better.
Let us say that you are more than satisfied with the wine you were handed. You think it is delicious. But the wine at this table? You know it is even more delicious, even though you have never tasted it.
Well, Id be curious about this mysterious wine, to be sure, mlord.
Of course, so would anyone with blood in their veins, Aenflynn said smoothly. But, alas, every seat at the table is full. What then?
Am I looking to make enemies of those at the table? Can I just take the wine?
No, and no.
Hmmmm. The Stalker puzzled. Well, I like my own wine. So Id keep drinking that. Maybe Id get the chance to drink the other wine at another ti.
Of course you would. Your life is long, and opportunities await. No sense in starting a fight with soone filling a seatbut let us saysoone were to leave the table.
Ooooohohoho, now things are getting spicy! I can taste the cinnamon already. The Stalker clapped. And am I invited to the table?
No. Aenflynns eyes flared brightly. In fact, no one is. But soone might just sit in that chair. Or the chair could be removed completely, leaving one less seat at the table. What would you do then?
Of course, Id grab the seat before anyone else could get to the table, or before it was taken away! the Stalker said.
Now Lord Aenflynns smile beca sly. Indeed. Of course that is what one would dowhen there is an empty chair. Keep your ears open my friend, for my riddle is easy to solve. With the right information, the answer will fall into place. Now, go and see your hounds. We have kept you from your hunt long enough.
Aye, true, true, mlord. The Stalker stood up, stretching. Say, could I get you to send your guards after on the way out? I miss the chases of old.
Fie, begone with our blessing. We shall have no clownery in my castle today.
Bah, youre no sport, I swear.
Well, well, well, the Stalker said. Youve certainly been busy, havent you?
The short, stocky fae looked around, taking in squat stone houses carved from the islands rocky surface. Crops were springing up in plots and gardens around them, and the beginnings of a road was being cut into the earth.
Uldars displaced servants were hard at work, transforming their barren refuge into a new ho and fortress that would provide them with protection against the elents, and enemies.
Tall stone walls had been raised around the settlent, and the Stalker sensed a powerful divine ward sheathing the small island. In a nearby lagoon, a number of priests were working away, catching fish, cleaning and drying so on flat rocks, and smoking others over low fla.
Others were carving boats from the islands sparse trees.
Standing at the centre of their new settlent, was a rough-hewn church dedicated to Uldar, the very first structure that theyd raised.
The white hand of Uldar seed to wave at the Stalker as he took in the labour of his hounds.
We have indeed been busy, Third Apostle Izas answered the faes question, standing at his side while viewing the community with pride. Hard work and holy toil are excellent balms for grief, and they have the added benefit of providing us with shelter, food, and drink while also preparing us to dispense retribution.
Aye, it seems Ive picked so real good ones to hunt with! The Stalker rubbed his hands together. And speaking of that, we should be ready for the hunt soon. Where might your fearless leader be?
The First Apostle is in seclusion, contemplating Uldars will and what needs to be done so we may serve him, the Third Apostle said. Hes instructed to et with you and speak with his full authority. We are to discuss the hunt.
Ah, of course. So, when will you all be ready? the Stalker asked.
In half a months ti, we will be completely secure, and the seeds of destruction will be growingthroughout Thaland, Izas said matter-of-factly.
Oho? Care to tell what it is you an? No wait, tell it to as a riddle! I love riddles!
I will speak plainly.
Ah, boo!
We have sent a few agents back to the mainland to begin spreading word of the Fools identity, the Third Apostle said. But their number is small, and since there are so few of us now, they must move slowly and with caution to avoid discovery. Without holy leader Eldin here to coordinate those activities, things are harder.
A sorrowful look crossed his face, followed by one of pure rage.
With a single breath, he banished all emotion.
The Stalker filed the reaction away for later. It always paid a kennelmaster to know how to motivate their hounds.
We will have to learn to live without Eldin, the Third Apostle sighed. But as followers of Uldar, we are focused and must beco used to loss. But, forgive , I am rambling. Those we sent out were to et agents already embedded across Thaland. Even as we speak, the information is spreading. I estimate thatwithin a week or soit would have reached well placed lords of the realm, and highly positioned mbers of the church. Within a couple of weeks, High Priest Tobias Jay and King Athelstan rciex will know. Then? The Fool will be made to return ho. And he will be ripe for our hunting.
Ahhhh a solid plan, a solid plan. The Stalker ran a hand through his beard. Better to hunt him here than in his faraway city.
We could not hunt him in Generasi, the Third Apostle said.
Oh?
Isaz shook his head. Sadly, our order has been badly wounded: we cannot risk the wrath of an entire city of powerful wizards. Not while our strength has been robbed from us. Even were we at full strength, opponents like them should not be trifled with. If such a battle was to be brought to Uldars shores, that would be one thing; we would defend his realm as any of his servants should. But to attack mindlessly, would visit apocalyptic wrath down on his already wounded people when there are other ways. We cannot afford to be short-sighted, arrogant, blasphemous and unwise.
Hmmmm, a fair point. We dont want to be going up against anything we cant fight proper. Thats not a hunt, thats more like inefficient suicide.
Yes, agreed the Third Apostle. Once the Fool returns to Thaland, thoughor leaves the protection of his citywe will track him and quickly slay him.
Good, good, so the hunt should begin proper in about a month or so? The Stalker frowned. Right, thatll let get my magics all good and ready; then hell never be able to get away from us.
What will be your plan to track him? The Third Apostle asked. We have learned he is wily, and prone to use different thods of escape.
Aaaaaahhhh, dont you worry, my friend. We fae have been hunting since long before you mortals knew how to form mouth-grunts into real speech; our wild hunts are sothing fierce to see, and weve got ways of tracking quarry that would make any mortal hunter swoon with envy.
Speak plainly. The Third Apostle said flatly.
Bah! No fun to be had from anyone lately! the Stalker whined. Ah, fine. Plain it is. We fae have the magics of oath and na forged in ways thatd lt your mind, my young the fae touched the aged mortals long beard. friend.
He raised his face to the sky, howling his words like a wolf. Alex Roth the Fool of Thaland! Nas have power if a person answers to them,and since I know his nas. I have power over him.
The Stalker chuckled darkly. He could hide behind the moon for all the good itd do, and Id still find him.
In the distance, a ship crashed through the waves.
Hunting.
Looking for pirates or cultists to collect bounties on.
Through a spyglass, its first mate peered at the island. It appeared he was looking at a rocky wasteland. I told you, Captain, theres nothing there.
Damn it, I thought that fishermans tip was worth sothing, Fan-Dor, captain of the Red Siren, swore, his thick fingers clinging to the taffrail. The hells with this, the sumrs getting on, the weathers getting cooler, and there hasnt been a good haul since we took that pirate-scow last month. Maybe we should go back to Generasi for a while. Might be good business down there.
The captains dark eyes shone.
And more excitent than this, with any hope.
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