Fire Duke by Joel Rosenberg

Author:Joel Rosenberg [Rosenberg, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Fantasy, Epic, Fantasy Fiction, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780688141530
Publisher: Morrow
Published: 1995-05-22T06:00:00+00:00

The hilt felt obscenely warm in Ian's hand.

"It was . . . ?" Hosea started.

"A Köld," Harbard said, "and an old, wily one. Fought well. I thought we killed them all ages ago, but it seems not."

Hosea shook his head. "No. None of the Elder Races are all done, or I'd feel it."

"A cold?" Ian put in. "That's—"

"A frost giant, you would call it," Freya said, laying a gentle hand on his arm. She was again in shift and leggings, and her voice was low and gentle once more. "One of the Elder Races," her smile was warming. "Like the Flamme, the fire giants, and the Tuatha—and like us, eh?"

Harbard opened a chest and pulled out some clothing. "I'll bathe myself in the Gilfi, I think. The waters are cold and swift, but I'll not foul my bed with that which it touched. It hit me more than it should have." He grunted. "I haven't had a real fight for more years than I care to count." He looked over to Freya, his mouth tight. "Still, it's good to remember what once we were, eh?"

"Once?" Freya walked to him, a smile on her face. "Once, yes, and still are, when need be." Her slim fingers twisted in his, and she brought their joined hands up to her lips. "And to me you shall always be that which you were, and are." Gently, tenderly, she kissed at his broad hands, at the bloody knuckles the size of walnuts.

Harbard nodded once, and perhaps a trace of a smile touched his face, although Ian wouldn't have wanted to swear either way.

"There will be others," Hosea said. "Now that it's known I walk the ground of Tir Na Nog again, they shall be on our trail."

"Then pack your things," Harbard said, letting Freya's hand go, "for you'll have to leave at first light."

"Yes. I'll pack you food, and I'll make a gift for you, Ian Silverstein," she said, pronouncing his name correctly, not translating it the way Harbard had. "Just a small trinket, but I hope it may serve you in extremity." She licked her lips once. "May your way be safe, and your steps fleet,"

she said.

"Yes," Harbard said. "May it be so."

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