PURE OF HEART by Christopher Greyson

Author:Christopher Greyson
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The Last of the Wardevar

They traveled only a little distance over the next two days, for they were now without horses, and each had to take turns carrying Han. Their spirits were low due to the loss of equipment, the lack of food, and the gloomy weather. The days were especially gray with a constant mist. On the third day, Han was able to walk again, much to the delight of everyone except Bravic. Before, Han had been able to talk constantly in everyone’s ear. Now he leaned on Bravic solely for support, and since he was the closest in height, the Dwarf was the main audience for Han’s constant questions and tales.

By the fifth day, Han could walk on his own, and it raised everyone’s spirits, because he hunted and brought back plenty of fresh food. After they ate, Bravic set a very fast pace. They stopped much less to rest, and as night came, he quickened it more.

“Can we camp here?” Han asked finally. His ankle was sore again.

“Yeah, Bravic, we’ve hiked all day,” Dean groaned as he slumped to the ground.

“I’d like to push on a little farther.” Bravic peered around. “The Hall of Fallen Warriors is supposed to be somewhere in this vale, and I’d rather be tired than spend more time here.”

“The Hall of Fallen Warriors,” Han and Oieda shouted together as they rose to their feet and quickly looked around.

“What’s this Hall?” Dean asked.

“It is the place where the spirits of great, good warriors go to rest before they leave this world. It is said if the living enter the Hall, they will not come out,” Oieda explained. “We should not have come this way.”

“It was the fastest,” Bravic grumbled.

“I—I think I can travel a little farther,” Han stuttered as the hairs on his neck rose.

They got moving again and soon came to a fork in the path. Bravic stopped. “I don’t know which way.” He cursed.

“Don’t say one path takes us out and one takes us to the Hall.” Dean tossed his hands up.

“That I don’t know,” Bravic muttered.

“The path to the left is more traveled. I think we should take that one.” Oieda scanned the ground.

“Why?” Dean asked.

“The dead leave no trace of passage,” Oieda said.

“Thanks for giving me the creeps,” Dean said.

“Me too,” Han added.

They hurriedly went down the path to the left. As they moved down the twisting trail, they walked faster and watched the shadows start to lengthen. When they came into a clearing, four huge statues loomed above them. Behind the statues was an enormous arched entryway. The statues stretched skyward, standing almost twenty feet tall. They were carved in the form of armed warriors: an Elvana, an Elf, a Dwarf, and a Human.

“Oh, major creeps.” Han groaned as he stared up at the figures. “There’s four of them and four of us.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” Dean said. “There’s writing on the bases. Should we read it?”

“I wonder if it’ll do something. I say we read it.

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