Storm Season by Robert Asprin & Lynn Abbey

Author:Robert Asprin & Lynn Abbey [Asprin, Robert & Abbey, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ace Books
Published: 2012-07-10T01:38:31+00:00

5

The metal-master organized his courtyard foundry with military precision. Within six days of the successful tempering, another ten blades had been forged.

Walegrin marked the progress in his mind: so many days until he could visit Illyra, plus one more before the swords were finished; yet another to meet with the men Thrusher was culling out of the city and then they could be gone.

He watched Balustrus carefully; and though the metal-master gave no overt sign of betrayal, Walegrin became anxious. Strangers came more frequently and the cripple made journeys to places not even Thrusher could find. When questioned, Balustrus spoke of the Lizerene who tended Jubal and the bribes he needed to pay.

On the morning of the eighth day, a rainy morning when the men had been glad to sleep past dawn, Walegrin finished his planning. He was at the point of rousing Thrusher when he heard sound where there should have been silence beyond the wall.

He roused Thrusher anyway and the two men crept silently toward the sound.

Walegrin drew his sword, the first Enlibar sword to be forged in five hundred years.

“You’ve got the money and the message?” they heard Balustrus say.

“Yessir.”

Balustrus’ crutches scraped along the broken stone. Walegrin and Thrusher flattened against the walls and let him pass. They’d never get the truth from the metal-master, but the messenger was another matter. They crept around the wall.

The stranger was dressed in dark clothes of unfamiliar style. He was adjusting the stirrup when Walegrin fell upon him, wrestling him to the ground. Keeping a firm hand over the stranger’s mouth and a tight hold on his arm, Walegrin dragged him a short distance from his horse.

“What’ve we got?” Thrusher asked after a cursory check of the horse.

“Too soon to tell,” Walegrin replied. He twisted the arm again until he felt his prisoner gasp, then he rolled him over. “Not local, and not Nisibisi by the looks of him.”

The young man’s features were soft, almost feminine and his efforts to free himself were laughably futile. Walegrin cuffed him sharply then yanked him into a sitting position.

“Explain yourself.”

Terrified eyes darted from one man to the other and came to rest on Walegrin, but the lad said nothing.

“You’ll have to give him a search, eh?” Thrusher threatened.

“Aye-here’s his purse.”

Walegrin ripped the pouch from the youngster’s belt, noticing as he did that the youth carried no evident weapon, not even a knife. He did, however, have some large heavy object under his jerkin. Walegrin tossed the purse to Thrusher and sought the hidden object. It proved to be a medallion, covered with a foreign seeming script. He had made nothing of the inscription before Thrusher yelped with surprise and a dazzle of light flashed between them.

As Walegrin looked up a second flash erupted. Their prisoner needed no more time to effect his escape. They heard the youth mount and gallop off, but by the time either man could see clearly again the trail was already becoming mud.

“Magic,” Thrusher muttered as he got to his feet.

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