Weaponsmaster 5 (Weaponsmaster Saga) by Phil Aerix

Author:Phil Aerix [Aerix, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Thirty-Five

Things really started to get interesting on the eighth day after our arrival at Sinolto. We hadn’t done much more than open up another pocket that ended up being a small family dwelling. It looked like we were going to be there for the long haul. I couldn’t be sure how the others felt, but the listless way everyone moved and even spoke told me they were just as over it as I was.

Rex had spent most of his time out in the paddock with the horses. For some reason, he’d become fascinated with them, or at least had become friends with them. He enjoyed the sunlight and running around with the larger animals, so unless we were training and Tip called him back, we didn’t see much of him.

On this day, however, he stuck to the satyr and never left his side. I didn’t know the first thing about what a furcan thought, but I wondered why the lizard suddenly got clingy like that. Maybe he was not feeling well and wanted comfort? It turned out that Tip had come down with some kind of mild stomach bug, but before he showed any real discomfort, his furcan changed our entire trajectory.

Tip dragged his feet and lethargically moved from where I’d been digging to about fifteen feet away where Lirien wanted us to dig into a wall inside a house. The room we were in was three times as long as that, but half of the house had been filled with what was now stone, the extent of the magical protection clear by the great wall of rock. The satyr made a token attempt at cutting into the hardened dirt, but as he did, Rex moved a little distance away and started scratching at another place on the wall.

I didn’t think much of it at first, but even when Tip came back to dig near me, apparently bored with being by himself, Rex stayed where he was, scratching more insistently.

“Tip, what’s up with your lizard?”

“Huh?” He seemed to notice for the first time Rex wasn’t with him. “Hey, Rexy. What’re you doing? Come on over here.”

Rex ignored him, which he hadn’t been doing much recently. Tip had done a fine job in training the little lizard chicken.

“Rex! What are you doing?”

Still no reaction.

Lirien, who still hadn’t regained the friendly conversational tone she’d displayed a week or so before—at least not with me—put her hands on her hips. I sighed. Great. Just what we needed.

“What is your monster doing?” she asked Tip.

“Dunno. Something there interests him.” His lethargy gave him a monotone “I don’t give a shit” attitude that I hope wouldn’t set Lirien off again.

“He’s making a mess, scratching at the dirt like that.”

Tip looked around at the scattered piles of dirt and stone chips all around us. He cocked his head, staring at her.

I barked a laugh, which put me right in the crosshairs. Lirien opened her mouth, no doubt to chew my ass, when Brin and Tyra walked up from where they’d been digging.

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