The Fallen Fortress by Salvatore R. A

Author:Salvatore, R. A. [Salvatore, R. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780786916078
Published: 1993-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

called in Aballister, almost advised the older wizard to go out and recruit Fyrentennimar as an ally for their unhindered attack against Carradoon,

Her surprise as Cadderly literally shrank the great wyrm—by stealing its age, Dorigen presumed—could not have been more complete, and complete, too, was Dorigen’s surprise as she sat back and honestly considered her own feelings during the viewing.

She had felt saddened when she thought Cadderly was surely doomed. Logically, ambitious Dorigen could tell herself that Cadderly’s death would be a good thing for the designs of Castle Trinity, that the interference of the young priest could no longer be tolerated, and that in killing the young priest Fyrentennimar would have only saved Aballister the trouble. Logically, Dorigen should not have felt sympathy for Cadderly as he stood, apparently helpless, before the dreaded wyrm.

But she had, and she had silently cheered for Cadderly and his brave Mends in their titanic struggle, had actually leaped up in joy when the firbolg came up from behind and lopped the dragon’s head off. Why had she done that?

“Have you sighted anything this day?” TTie voice startled Dorigen so badly that she nearly fell out of her chair. She quickly threw the wrap over the crystal ball, though its interior was a cloud of nothingness once more, and fumbled to straighten and compose

herself as Aballister threw open the curtain now serving as her front door and whisked in beside her.

“Druzil has lost contact with the young priest,” Aballister continued angrily. “It would seem that he is making fine progress through the mountains.”

If only you knew, Dorigen thought, but she remained silent. Aballister could not begin to guess that the young priest was now no more than a day’s march from Castle Trinity. Nor could the old wizard imagine that Cadderly and his friends would be resourceful and powerful enough to The Fallen Fortress

overcome the likes of old Fyren.

“What do you know?” the suspicious Aballister demanded, drawing Dorigen from her private contemplations.

“I?” Dorigen replied innocently, poking a finger against her own chest, her amber eyes wide with feigned surprise.

If Aballister had not been so self-absorbed at that moment, he would have caught Dorigen’s defensive and obvious overreaction.

“Yes, you,” the wizard snarled. “Have you been able to make contact with Cadderly this day?”

Dorigen looked back to the crystal ball, mulled the question over for a short moment, and then replied, “No.”

When she looked back, she saw that Aballister continued to eye her suspiciously.

“Why did you hesitate before answering?” he asked.

“I thought that I had made contact,” Dorigen lied. “But in considering it, I have come to believe that it was only a goblin.” Aballister’s scowl showed that he was not convinced.

“I fear that your son purposely misdirected my scrying attempt,” Dorigen quickly added, putting the older wizard on the defensive. “The last time Druzil saw Cadderly, he was near the mountain called Nightglow,” Aballister said, and Dorigen nodded her agreement. There is a storm brewing in that area, so it is unlikely that he will have gone very far.

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