Luther, Magi: Blood of Lynken II by Porter Geoffrey C

Author:Porter, Geoffrey C [Porter, Geoffrey C]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty

"Wish us luck," Luther said.

"You best hurry and get out of town," Lisa said, "before your father gets home and tans your hide."

The young men raced about the house gathering things up. They rode to the east at a gallop. Lisa sat quietly in their dining room and waited, playing little wrestling matches with her thumbs.

Juxta stepped through the front door. Lisa looked up at him. He leaned in and kissed her. "Where's the boy?"

Lisa went back to wrestling with her thumbs. "Off to kill Quintak, with Jason and Timothy."

"Have you been in the incense?"

"No, but maybe I should. Jason murdered a rapist. He came here. I think it was all Luther's idea."

Juxta rubbed at his chin. "Well, it's about time he grew some balls. I was truly beginning to think Luther was just lazy."

"What are you talking about? Our son, your best friend's son, and your apprentice, are going alone, into the Southern Badlands, to kill a thousand-year-old king. They're going to die, you idiot."

"Jason is one of the finest swordsmen the Rangers have ever produced. Timothy casts from the heart. Luther is like me."

"I don't agree with you."

"Quintak is going to die."

"You've got to start saying the right things and soon."

Juxta tilted his head to the side and began to think. "I'll start planning a rescue. I need to find a way to stop their spell caster's disease or plague or whatever they threw at us. We'll get Kirl, and I'll grab Simon. You can figure out how to summon water in the desert."

"Now you're making sense! And I learned that prayer already."

"Their spells are crippling, though, and we must find a counter to them."

* * *

Luther and Jason camped just outside of Weslan's capital. They gave a farmer two copper pieces for dinner and breakfast. Ducks and geese died by their arrows as they traveled.

Within a few days, they approached the border with Lynken. A small town to the north of the road became Jason's temporary home, since he could not pass into Lynken. Luther stepped into Timothy's castle. "Timothy Drakkar!"

Men came running. Timothy was the last to show himself. "My friend! Prepare a feast!"

"I'm not here to feast. I'm here to set you on a path."

Timothy's face lit up for the first time in ages. "A righteous quest?"

"Quintak invaded Lynken and killed hundreds. He made slaves of our women."

One of Timothy's soldiers said, "So? Lynken killed hundreds, too."

Luther started saying the words of an ancient prayer. Timothy began to smile widely.

"Quintak must die," Timothy said.

A soldier said, "We'll raise an army!"

"No, this is my death oath, not my army's. A surgical strike will be best."

"Jason son of Simon is joining us. He waits in Weslan," Luther said.

"Jason?" Timothy asked.

"He was exiled. He fights for his honor."

"Splendid. Let us feast and be on our way."

They feasted into the night. Dawn's early light graced their passage out of Timothy's stronghold. They rode hard to Jason's sanctuary.

The three of them grabbed a table at a pub in the town.

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