Moon, Elizabeth - Paksenarrion 03 by Moon Elizabeth

Author:Moon, Elizabeth [Moon, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-15T23:26:11+00:00

MoonElizabeth–03OathofGold(Paksenarrion)

"Yes. The runes can be read several ways, but they were set in the pattern that high elves would read as 'Guard this royal treasure, and the mountains will rejoice.' The royal treasure, of course, being the prince himself. The exact shape and size you see is that chosen by the queen for her own convenience that's why it looks slender for a grown man's weapon."

"I don't understand," said the king slowly, "how it can have been sealed to the prince, yet not sealed to the prince? And what difference does it make now?"

Amrothlin smiled, but gently. "Sir king, at its making it was spellbound with the prince's name. That meant that no other would ever awake its full powers. As well, the queen had sent, with her request, a bit of cloth with one drop of the prince's blood, and a few hairs of his head. But the final binding, which would make the prince the knowing master of the blade, had to wait until he was old enough to grasp it and speak clearly the words of the ritual. Had their journey been completed, the prince would have been master of the sword. As it was the prince and queen disappeared, and the sword was lost."

"Yes, but it's here." Belvarin had pushed his way to the front. "It's here now. Where has it been?"

"As for that, Sier Belvarin, I don't know the whole story. For many years it was lost - perhaps stolen by the raiders who attacked the party, or perhaps thrown far into the wood by the queen herself. But I next heard about it when Aliam Halveric sent word to the Ladysforest that he had found an elf blade near three murdered elves, between Chaya and his own lands. His description was exact - it could be no other."

"But you didn't tell him what it was," blurted Paks. "He didn't know, did he?"

"No. Although..." Amrothlin looked away for a moment. "We did not tell him. At the time, sir king, your brother Serrostin had recently come to the throne. We feared that such a relic, at such a time, might stir might cause unrest. It seemed to us that elves were less and less welcome at court. We feared haste, and the consequences of haste."

"But..." Sier Halveric looked bewildered. "But Aliam never told me about any sword. If he'd told me, I might have remembered..."

The elf sighed. "Sier Halveric, we know that. Aliam had a distaste for talking to you about it."

" You kept him..."

The elf bowed slightly, his eyes glinting. "And if we did, Sier Halveric, it was many years ago, and for reasons we thought wise. We advised Aliam Halveric to give it to the one it was made for..."

"The dead prince?" the king broke in.

"You wanted it sent to his memorial?" asked someone else.

"As you wish," said the elf. Paks felt a curious twist in her mind. The elf's mouth was quirked a little, as if he were secretly amused. But he went on.

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