Undead (The Haunted Lands Book 2) by Richard Lee Byers

Author:Richard Lee Byers [Byers, Richard Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786955909
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

A tap on the door roused Malark from poring over the latest dispatches, and made him realize his eyes were dry and burning. He rubbed them and called, “Come in.”

A skinny, freckle-faced boy entered, balancing a tray with one hand while using the other to manage the door. Was it suppertime already? It must be, because the sky beyond the window was red, and the spicy aroma of the roast pork made Malark’s stomach gurgle.

The boy looked around. The room was spacious and adequately furnished, but maps, books, ledgers, and heaps of parchment covered almost every horizontal surface.

Malark shifted a stack of paper onto the floor, clearing the corner of a table. “You can set it here.”

“Yes, sir.” The servant placed the tray as requested, then turned as something caught his eye. Head cocked forward, he stepped closer to the largest map in the chamber, a representation of Thay and neighboring lands painted on a tabletop. A person could scrawl notes on it with chalk or set miniature figures atop it to represent armies and fleets, and Malark had done both. The southern tokens were pewter, and the northern, brass.

He could understand why the display might intrigue a child, but the servant had no business scrutinizing state secrets. “You’d better run along now,” Malark said.

The boy shifted a little pewter griffon. “You’re well informed. I can add a few lines to the story the map tells, but only a few. Your griffon riders destroyed the north’s primary manufactory for the creation of undead and then withdrew successfully from High Thay.”

He picked up a stick of turquoise chalk. “Just last night, blue fire melted Anhaurz, killing all within.” He drew an X through the city. “The ruins have a weird beauty about them.”

He set down the chalk, rubbed his fingertips together to brush off the dust, and moved a pair of ships. “Thessaloni Canos and her men made it to the Wizard’s Reach and secured both Escalant and Laothkund for the council.

“In short, it’s the same story everywhere. Despite the inconveniences of waves of blue flame, earthquakes, wizardry misbehaving, and dangerous new animals rampaging around, southern armies are winning victory after victory, and I give much of the credit to you, Goodman Springhill, and your network of agents.”

Malark swallowed. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I think you know. Once, I spoke with you and your comrades in a grove. I offered you my patronage, and you spurned me.”

“Szass Tam.”

“Say it softly, if you please, or better still, don’t repeat it again at all. I’ll tell you something I’d admit to few others. I’m not the mage I was before Mystra died and the Death Moon Orb blew up in my face. I’ve yet to recover the full measure of my strength, and I’m not eager to fight the entire Central Citadel. It was difficult enough just sneaking in here despite the wards Lallara and Iphegor Nath set to keep creatures like me out.”

“Why did you?”

The boy grinned widely enough to reveal he was missing a molar on the upper left.

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