The Chronicles of Alaburg (Alaburg University 34) by Greg Walters

Author:Greg Walters [Walters, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Greg Walters
Published: 2023-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

“That took forever,” Filixx greeted him in a whisper.

“Come on already,” one of the guards waved his hand impatiently. Two others standing behind him pushed the heavy iron barrier aside.

Bryn clicked his tongue and the cart started to creak. Aska sprang back and forth between his legs as he and Filixx slowly headed for the checkpoint.

Suddenly, one of the two guards standing at the barrier whistled and made an unmistakable gesture to his colleague standing closer to the cart. He wanted Filixx to take off his hood.

“Come on, fat guy, let me see your face,” the guard immediately followed his colleague’s order.

If he sees Filixx’s pointed ears, we’re done.

The dwarf-elf bared his head. The guard paid no attention to his ears at all, but simply waved them through as if he were in a trance. “Come on, hurry up. We’re about to get off work here.”

Bryn saw from the corner of his eye how the magical mark on the back of Filixx’s left hand slowly faded as he pulled the hood back on.

It was dark by now, but the bridge forecourt was illuminated by numerous torches. They had now reached the barrier. The last hurdle before the bridge. Bryn’s nerves were about to snap. It made him furious that everything was going so slowly. He had the urge to simply run past the barrier.

The two guards approached them. “We’ll just take a quick look at your goods and then you can drive on.”

It’s all over now, Bryn thought. Filixx’s little thought confusion spell won't work on two guards at the same time.

The taller of the two soldiers pushed the blunt end of his halberd into the furs.

Filixx’s left hand glowed yellow in the wide sleeve of his robe. He was getting ready to fight his way through.

Suddenly, Aska jumped on the guard excited and full of joy.

“Gross!” the man shouted. “Get that filthy creature away from me. It smells like a dung heap.”

“Just let them through. If we get there late, they’ll give us a table next to the bathroom again—that smells even worse than this mutt,” his colleague insisted.

The guard at the cart seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment, but then they heard a long whistle.

Bryn turned his head in the direction of the sound. The old tax collector had whistled at them. Wrapped up tight against the cold, he stood in front of his office. The whistle could be clearly seen glowing in the dark.

“Let them through already. I want to go home,” the old man shouted to them surprisingly loudly.

At these words, the guard pulled back his weapon and waved them through impatiently.

The horses’ hooves clacked loudly on the stone bridge as they crossed at a pace that was maddeningly slow for Bryn. He was sure that the guards would force them to stop at any second. But looking back would just look suspicious. They finally made it to the other side. They went uphill slightly as they steered the cart to the other bank. “We did it,” Bryn sighed with relief.

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