The Godling Chronicles 02 - Of Gods And Elves

Author:Brian D. Anderson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-03-15T04:46:10.520915+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Millet and Jacob disembarked from the river craft. The heat in Baltria was causing no small amount of discomfort for the two, and both were sweating profusely.

“I'll never understand how people live in this wretched heat,” said Jacob.

Millet had never been around someone so contrary and ill-tempered in his life. Though he tried to be understanding that the boy's mother was in captivity and his entire life had been stripped away, he couldn't help but become irritated. On more than one occasion, he marveled that this ill-mannered youth could be the son of Lee Nal’Thain.

“You had better be grateful that they do,” remarked Millet. “Most trade goods in Hazrah come through here. Without Baltria and its port, most of the world would starve.”

“Hazrah is starving,” snapped Jacob.

For once Millet felt as Jacob did. The thought of the people of Hazrah suffering caused anger to swell inside him. “You said you have friends here?”

“Yes,” Jacob replied. “But I'll need to visit them alone. They do not enjoy meeting new people.”

“I assure you that I can fit in,” said Millet. He didn't like the idea of Jacob venturing into Baltria alone. “I know this city very well. I think you'd be better off—”

“I said I'm going alone,” he growled. “Besides, don't you need to find my... father?” The word “father” dripped with hatred.

“Your father will find us,” said Millet. “You can count on that.”

“If you say so.” Jacob shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. “I don't care. You wait for him, and I'll do what I have to do.”

Millet led them through the city, into the tavern district, to the Green Barnacle Inn. Lee had stayed there for a month when they had first come to Baltria many years ago. He would often return to see the jugglers or musicians and relax. Lee had always enjoyed less sophisticated company. Millet had considered the Malt and Mane, another of Lee's old haunts, but Millet had never cared for the place. If Lee were there, he would look for them at the Green Barnacle, too.

Millet still had a considerable amount of money on him. He had plenty left from the trip and more still from the sale of their horses. He decided to spring for some new attire after they checked in. His clothes were dirty and worn from travel. He smiled, thinking of the many trips and hardships he had endured in his travels with Lee, and despite the boy’s ill temper, he was pleased to have had the experience with his son.

Millet and Jacob stowed their belongings in their rooms, and took time to eat a modest meal of roast pork and wine. As they ate, Millet began to regret filling his stomach the moment he remembered the seafood stew at the Plank Walker's Cafe. If Lee were already here, he would have made it one of his first stops.

Once he was finished, Jacob stood from the table and moved toward the door. “When should I expect you to return?” asked Millet.

“When my business is done,” he shot back, without turning around.

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