Conclave 3 - Exile's Return by Raymond E Feist

Author:Raymond E Feist [Raymond E Feist]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

'Now, I must depart. Wake Flynn and take him to the river, then follow the road. And remember, I have picked you, not Flynn. At the end, you will be alone.'

She stepped back.

'Wait!' he said, 'What do you mean "alone"?'

But she was gone.

Kaspar stood motionless for a moment, the sensations of contentment and pleasure he had experienced in her presence slipping away. When he turned, he found Flynn reviving.

'Where is she?' Flynn asked, getting to his feet.

'Gone,' said Kaspar As he watched the colour again drained from Flynn's face. Whatever good the woman had done had departed with her.

'Come on,' said Kaspar. 'We've got a trip to take. At least now I know where we're going.' He studied his companion's face and knew Flynn was again in the grip of despair. Trying to force him to a better frame of mind, he said, 'It's not far.' He was lying, but he was concerned over Hildy's warning. 'And we can put this bloody thing down and get some hot food!'

Flynn said nothing as he picked up the rope harness again and put it around his shoulders, then took up his backpack.

Kaspar did likewise and when the armour was once more slung between the two men they set off.

It seemed only a short walk to the entrance to the cavern, but it took a few minutes to reach it. If the hall was bathed in a soft amber glow, the cavern ahead defined gloom. There was a faint hint of light in the distance, so Kaspar felt no need to find material for torches. He doubted there would be any to find close by. He paused for an instant at the threshold, then entered.

It seemed the faint light ahead kept retreating as they walked through the gloom of the cavern. At one point Flynn said, 'Where are we?'

Kaspar replied, 'I never asked.' He judged it would be unwise to tell Flynn they were approaching the banks of the River of Death.

The light started growing brighter, and at last they arrived at an opening into a much larger cavern. The rocks rose up beyond the eye's ability to follow them, and the surface looked odd and slippery. Kaspar walked over and touched it. It felt like soapstone. A broad river barred their way ahead, and in the distance something could be seen coming towards them. Kaspar sensed that whatever it had come from the opposite bank of the river. As it grew nearer, it resolved itself into the shape of a man in heavy robes sculling a wherry.

'Kaspar,' said Flynn. 'Do we cross?' He put down his burden and quickly dropped the rope harness. 'I think we're supposed to cross.'

The hairs on the back of Kaspar's neck rose as he realized where they were. 'Flynn, come back!' he shouted as his companion walked towards the ferry. 'We're in the Halls of the Dead! If you cross the river you enter Lims-Kragma's domain! We need to look for the path on this side.'

He hurried after Flynn and grabbed him by the arm.

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