Kings of Lore and Legend by Andrew Q. Gordon

Author:Andrew Q. Gordon [Gordon, Andrew Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy
ISBN: 978-1-63476-798-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

THE IMAGE in Farrell’s mind blinked out, and he set the Eye in his lap. Stretching his arms over his head, he hadn’t realized how long he’d been “gone” as he eased the kinks out of his back. Miceral emerged from the bath chamber and looked at Farrell floating in the center of the room.

“Find anything?” Miceral asked as he rubbed the back of his head with a towel.

Staring a moment at Miceral’s naked body, Farrell didn’t answer right away. He stepped down and put the Eye in his pocket. “Um, in a way, yes. The Mind is hidden in the wall in an ordinary-looking corridor connected to several other nondescript hallways. So if I knew what I was looking at, yes, I could find it easily.”

“You sound skeptical.” He wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up his bag. “Thrinton or Wasquar can help you find it.”

“The question isn’t can they, but will they.” Farrell pulled his tunic over his head. Looking in the mirror, he noted several red welts from the flat of Miceral’s sword that were sore to the touch. “Guess I wasn’t as good at defending myself as I thought.”

“You did great.” Miceral came up behind him and pulled Farrell into a hug. “I’m connecting less all the time.”

Farrell wiggled around, kissed his partner, and slipped through his grasp. “You’re sweet to lie like that. It’s a good thing Drendar didn’t see these bruises before he thought I was holding my own against you.”

“Getting back to my original question, why would they deny your request for help? They can’t find it without you.”

“They’re probably waiting to see if I can find it on my own.” Farrell laughed and stripped off the last of his clothing. “But aside from that, if I don’t find it, the Mind will still be here and maybe they can find it in time.”

“Thrinton strikes me as entirely reasonable. You’ve explained you need it, and now that he’s accepted you as high king, I don’t see him denying you something that will help all dwarves.”

Farrell stood before the tub with its array of knobs and spigots. After staring at them for a moment, he extended his right hand and pushed out with his will. A moment later steaming water filled the tub.

“You couldn’t figure out how to fill it the usual way so you….” Miceral waved his hand randomly in front of his face.

“My way is easier.”

Miceral feigned disgust. “You’re lazy and impatient.”

“Are you sure you’re not Heminaltose in disguise?” Farrell dunked his head and pushed his hair back when he came up for air. “That was almost a direct quote from my old master. You old men get jealous too easily when the next generation does something you wish you’d thought—”

Miceral’s towel struck Farrell in the face. Miceral grinned at him as it slowly sank into the tub. “Not bad for the old guy.”

A burst of water rose from the tub and engulfed Miceral. The liquid swirled around Miceral and slowly lifted him off his feet.

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