Arash-Felloren by Roger Taylor

Author:Roger Taylor [Taylor, Roger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Fantasy, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781843192824
Google: 6MwVpXWJUiIC
Amazon: B004I1KNH2
Publisher: Mushroom eBooks
Published: 2003-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Heirn sat bolt upright, wide awake, his mouth gaping. He had been about to cry out in terror in the tangling depths of a dark and vivid nightmare.

Not since he had been a child had he known such a dream.

Yet, on the instant of waking, it fled. And, with each pounding heartbeat, its black tattered shadows flickered further away, beyond any hope of recall.

But still he felt compelled to remain motionless – some lingering fear telling him that they might mysteriously return if he moved too soon.

Gradually his breathing eased. He reproached himself for a fool as the familiar night sounds of his home enclosed him. There were faint hints of music coming from an inn in a nearby street, the occasional unidentifiable bump echoing through walls and floors from some other occupant of the building, and the usual intermittent clatter of night-time traffic – footsteps, voices, rumbling wheels. The sounds from outside were a little louder than usual because he had left the window wide open in an attempt to keep his room cool in the unusual and persistent heat that marked this summer. It had little effect. Even when there was a breeze silently searching the streets – which was not the case tonight – it was rarely sufficient to disperse the heat that had been assiduously stored by the brick and stone buildings during the day and which they released each night.

The dream had left him sweating and clammy. Rooting through the folded bedclothes at the bottom of the bed, he found a solitary thin sheet and, lying down, pulled it over himself. He made no effort to sleep. It would have been to no avail anyway; he was too wide awake now – indeed, it surprised him that he had slept at all after what he had seen and heard that night.

* * * *

At Atlon’s request, on leaving the forge Heirn had taken a detour which led them through deserted alleys and across open derelict sites. It was not a way he would have chosen, but it should have been safe enough at that time of day, and both Atlon and Dvolci seemed convinced that the Kyrosdyn who had accosted them at the forge was following.

They were walking quickly along a narrow cobbled road between two windowless buildings, Atlon leading his horse, and Dvolci trotting along beside them.

‘I can’t see anyone,’ Heirn said, looking round yet again. His new companions’ seemingly obsessive concern about the Kyrosdyn was beginning to disturb him.

‘He’s there nevertheless,’ Atlon replied. He glanced significantly at Dvolci who ran off down the alley.

‘So what?’ Heirn asked impatiently. ‘He’s only one man. And low in the Order, I’d say – probably a young novice judging by his manner. If needs be I’ll thicken his ear for him.’ Atlon did not respond, causing Heirn to raise his voice. ‘Why would he follow you? To rob you? They’re a peculiar lot, but they aren’t street thieves.’

An angry voice behind them forestalled any reply.

‘Stay where you are!’

Atlon stiffened.

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