Of Gods and Elves - By Brian D. Anderson Page 0,28
have,” said Grentos. “We have heard of the progress made in the coastal cities with elf/human relations, and it has inspired some of us to do the same. We realize the world is getting smaller. We need to learn to live in this world alongside mankind or face destruction. The old hatreds must be left in the past.”
“I agree,” said Malstisos thoughtfully. “But that does not explain your presence here.”
“We are here to gain intelligence on the gathering power in Angrääl,” said Grentos. “Unfortunately we were only able to get as far as Hazrah. We were unable to find a clear way further north, at least not one we could pass unnoticed. They have every inch of ground well-guarded. We gained passage with this caravan in Althetas, so that we might travel without drawing attention.”
“So you are returning home?” asked Malstisos.
“Yes,” he replied. “We will stay with the humans until we reach the Western Abyss. Then we head north back to our people.”
“Have you learned anything?” asked Millet.
“Sadly, no.” Grentos sighed. “At least nothing we didn't already know. The armies of the north are gathering. For what purpose, we can only guess.”
“Don't be a fool,” said Jacob. “You know why they gather.”
“Young one,” said Grentos. “I can see you are of this land, and dismayed that it has been conquered, so I will overlook your insult. But you know nothing.” He reached over and took the jug of wine. “Armies gather. Still... motives may not be known. We have no way to be certain they intend to march further. They may not have the strength for such a campaign.”
“I think they have the strength,” said Millet. “And I think they intend to keep marching. It's when that troubles me.”
“You may be right, Millet,” said Malstisos. “But I know my brethren. They will not come to arms easily. Without proof of a threat, they will be content to do nothing.”
Grentos nodded. “Without proof, I can do nothing to persuade them.”
Jacob jumped to his feet. “Proof?” he shouted. “They've invaded the north and practically enslaved my people. What more do you need?”
“Calm yourself,” said Grentos. “I did not say that I disagreed with you, only that I cannot convince my people without more evidence.”
Jacob glared at the elf, then marched out of the tent into the bitter cold.
“That one needs to govern his passions.” Grentos took a long drink from the jug.
“He's young,” said Millet. “And his land is invaded. I share his frustration. I too am from here, and it pains me to see what has become of my home.”
“I am sorry,” said Grentos. “I will try and be a bit more... delicate.”
“Perhaps we should address more practical issues,” suggested Malstisos. “The road splits about twenty miles west. If you are headed west, I assume you will take the northwestern road through Manisalia.”
“Indeed,” Grentos affirmed. “It's the best way.”
“Millet and Jacob will be taking the southwestern road,” said Malstisos. “Sister Maybell and I would like to accompany you, at least through Manisalia, once they leave us.”
Grentos smiled broadly. “We would be pleased to have your company. You may stay with us as long as you wish.”
Malstisos nodded. “Thank you, brother. I am grateful.”
“As am I,” Maybell added.
“It is I who am grateful,” said Grentos. “This journey will allow us to strengthen bonds long neglected.”
They spent the rest of the evening in cheerful conversation. The wine flowed freely, and soon the tent was filled with laughter. Jacob returned after a time and proceeded to sulk on his bedroll, despite Grentos' efforts to make amends. By the time the wine was gone, they had all but forgotten their troubles and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
Chapter Seven
Lee woke to the gentle, feminine voice of one of the young healers who had attended Gewey. It had taken him quite some time to fall asleep. Despite his cool demeanor, he was excited by the prospect of Gewey finding out what had become of his wife and son, not to mention Millet, Maybell, and Malstisos.
“What is it?” said Lee groggily.
“I’m sorry, but Master Gewey wishes to speak with you. I told him to wait until morning, but he insisted.”
“Don't be sorry,” he said, trying not to knock the girl down as he sprang from his bed and headed swiftly to the healing chamber.
When he arrived, Gewey was sitting up in bed sipping a cup of hot tea. Kaylia was still fast asleep in the next bed. He looked tired and worn as he managed a smile.