The Wind of the North by Eckehard Brahms

Author:Eckehard Brahms [Brahms, Eckehard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17...

When we left the workshop, we split up. Eternally hungry Xenia went to look for food, and I decided to go where I had been drawn since my awakening. To the Source. I could feel his location with all my gut, as the Source feels all beings endowed with the Power. This knowledge did not prevent me, it is like feeling the light of the sun - even without looking, always knowing exactly what it is in the sky.

I quickly walked along the busy street of Graham, trying to hide myself from the curious gnomes' eyes. I nodded politely at their greetings, but I didn't stop and ran past them faster than they could think of and start asking questions.

The main street of the underground city was replaced by narrow alleys, and soon I stumbled into a staircase pushed into a rock. It was quiet here, and as I looked back, I began to climb the stone steps, holding my hand against the slightly damp wall. After five dozen worn-out steps, I reached a semicircular platform with an uneven natural entrance to the underground grotto.

I expected to see inside a font or a lake, somehow sure that the Source is always water, but I found only a small cave, the walls of which were as if lined with pieces of expensive overseas salt, white and porous, with rare splashes of silver sparkling sparks.

And, undoubtedly, it was the Source of Power. Not at all like Riverstein, and its Power was heavier and more earthly.

I smiled at my feelings, and sat on the floor against the wall, pulling my knees up against my chest. I closed my eyes and just swam on a wave of feelings... Wonderful visions swooped before my inner eyes: black rocks sleeping under the snow; gold veins encircling the mountains like sparkling snakes; heavy iron, at the hand of a master becoming a deadly blade; the heat of the earth, boiling in the depths of the Free Mountains; thousands of loud dwarves ready to die for their rocks... or to drink a barrel of ale to them!

Still smiling, I opened my eyes.

- Are you a what? - The old man was sniffing around, looking at me closely. When he came up, I didn't notice and so I jumped up a little scared, shaking my skirt.

- My name is Vetriana. I'm, uh... a guest in Graham. My friends and I arrived yesterday with the Dagamar soil.

Dry as a brisket and a completely gray dwarf, with such a long beard that it dragged on the floor, looked at me, squinting my eyes and kept quiet. The long gray and very dirty hoodie covered it completely, leaving bare feet with twisted fingers open.

He didn't answer, and it even seemed to me that the old man had just fallen asleep with his eyes open. But as soon as I took a little step aside, he woke up and asked again:

- "Who are you?

I sighed. What to do, old age... and opened her mouth to call herself again, but the dwarf threw up his hand.

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