Footwizard: Book 13 Of The Spellmonger Series by Terry Mancour

Author:Terry Mancour [Mancour, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Rumors of a Dragon

The lake formed by the crater from the sky rock impact is particularly breathtaking. But the true beauty there is hidden in the mind of a dragon and in the depths of the water.

From the Book of the Anghysbel Expedition

Recorded by Taren the Thaumaturge

By the time we stopped by Rolof’s croft and made our way down the slope, there were four medium-sized . . . somethings roasting over a small fire built a few dozen paces away from the body of the cyclops. There were two of the little iron pots the Kasari used to cook simmering in the coals next to the roasts. My people were standing around it as Travid turned the spit and added a few herbs to the rotating . . . somethings. It didn’t smell like beef or mutton, goat, or fowl. Indeed, it had more of a fishy aroma. Not bad, but not what I was expecting.

“We were starting to wonder what happened to you two,” Lilastien called, as she sprawled on a nearby boulder, playing more humani music from her medical scanner. She was sipping from her silver flask, while Fondaras, Ormar, and Tyndal were sitting in a triangle, passing a wineskin back and forth.

“We were waiting on the hard parts of dinner to be done,” I answered. “We had tea and discussed world events. It was nice,” I offered.

“Well, we’re having bugs for dinner,” Ormar grumbled. “Or something like that. Enjoy!” he said, sarcastically.

“They aren’t bugs,” chided Travid, as he turned the spit. “I wouldn’t serve you bugs, without telling you. Just because they have six legs doesn’t mean they are bugs.”

“They’re called fastereth,” supplied Lilastien. “They’re rare, this side of the continent, but they’re tasty. And safely mammalian. Sort of,” she added, with a troubled expression. I resolved never to ask a biologist about dinner.

“I added wild garlic, salt and some herbs,” Travid informed us. “The left pot is beans and a bit of bacon, also with herbs. The right are tubers, boiled and then roasted.”

“Where did you get salt?” Ormar asked, irritated for some reason.

“Kasari always carry salt,” snorted Travid, as he turned the spit. “What’s wrong with carrying your own seasonings? Bi Reid!” he added, in Kasari.

“The Kasari can get thrown in a desert and produce a three-course meal,” Fondaras said, as he took out his pipe. “A special magic all their own.”

“I, for one, would welcome a meal I didn’t cook,” confessed Rolof. “That’s not one of my talents. At least, it wasn’t,” he muttered.

“We were just speculating on where we would go from here, now that we’ve found our long-lost High Mage,” Tyndal said, as he lifted the lid of one of the pots to stir the beans.

“I think we should find Ameras,” I decided. “The Heir to the Aronin should have some of the answers we seek.”

“Agreed,” Rolof said, leaning on his staff. “And she will, though they might not be the answers you desire. My lady has retired to converse with the dragon,” he informed us.

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