Dragonlance - Meetings 1 - Kindred Spirits by Mark Anthony & Ellen Porath

Author:Mark Anthony & Ellen Porath [Anthony, Mark & Porath, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Action & Adventure, Dragons, Monsters, Magic, Heroes
ISBN: 9781560760696
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 1991-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Late-Night Visits

Tanis, looking as somber as the deepening night had no sooner arrived at Flint’s shop than the dwarf hustled him back out the door and slammed it behind them.

“Where—?” Tanis protested, tripping on the fieldstone path that connected shop and street. His sword, which he had refused to be without ever since Flint had presented it to him, slapped in its sheath at his side.

“Never mind,” the dwarf snapped, hurtling along ahead of him. “Come on.”

The spring night was chilly, and few elves were out, but the two or three who were on the streets stared as the dwarf towed the half-elf down the lane before Flint’s shop, then across the mosaic of the Hall of the Sky and into a tree-lined path beyond. The scents of spring—earth, vegetation, and blossoms—filled Tanis’s nostrils, but he paid little attention to anything other than the dwarf’s head bobbing before him.

Finally, Tanis set his moccasined feet, grabbed a branch with his free hand, and refused to move until Flint told him their destination.

“We’re going to visit a lady,” the dwarf explained testily.

Tanis grimaced. “A lady got me into this mess, Flint. Are you sure this is such a good idea?”

Flint crossed his arms before his chest and looked as stubborn as his friend. “This lady knew your mother. I want you to meet her.”

Tanis, mouth agape, beheld the dwarf in confusion. “A lot of people at the palace knew my mother. What’s so special about this one?” he demanded, beginning to grow angry. “Is she a wizard? Can she bring my mother back from the dead? What’s the point, Flint?”

“Oh, leave that,” the dwarf replied irritably. “Would you rather sit in your quarters and mope? Or in my shop and mope?” Flint tugged at his arm. “Just come on, son.”

“No.”

Tanis’s voice was mulish, and the dwarf knew there would be no strong-arming him now. “All right,” Flint said. “The lady was with your mother when she died.”

Tanis felt a quiver go through him. “She told you that?”

“No,” Flint replied. “I put two and two together. Now come on.”

Tanis reluctantly let the dwarf lead him again, albeit at a slower pace and without the arm-tugging that had accompanied the first leg of their journey. “Who is she?”

“A midwife. Retired, anyway.”

“Where does she live?”

“I don’t know.”

Tanis dug in his feet again. “Then how will we know when we get there?”

“Trust me.” The dwarf’s voice was curt. Flint resumed walking, and Tanis had to keep going or be left behind.

Minutes later, they emerged from the trees into the western portion of Qualinost, overlooking the site of the Grand Market. At this time of night, the open space was nearly deserted, of course. But on the other side of the park more rose quartz homes had sprouted, gleaming with a purplish hue in the blue evening light.

Flint accosted a middle-aged elf. “Can you tell me where I can find the midwife Ailea?” he asked, panting from the effort he’d expended so far.

“Eld Ailea?” the man repeated, looking from Flint to Tanis with a befuddled look.

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