Eddings, David - Elenium [complete] by Eddings David

Author:Eddings, David
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2002-07-18T04:45:45+00:00

*Chapter19

Sparhawk sat in the room he shared with Kalten, poring over his map while his friend snored on a nearby bed.

Ulath's idea of a boat was a good one. Sephrenia's statement that it would indeed evade the Seekers most dangerous means of tracking them down was reassuring.

They could return to that lonely mud beach where the Earl of Heid slumbered and resume their interupted

search without looking over their shoulders for signs of a hooded figure sniffing at the ground behind them. The Zemoch skull Berit had found on the murky bottom had almost precisely pinpointed Bhelliom's location. With only a little luck, they would be able to find it within the space of a single afternoon. They'd have to return here to Ven for the horses, however, and that was the problem. If, as they had surmised, the Seekers blankminded cohorts were lurking in the fields and woods around the town, they'd have to fight their way out.

Under ordinary circummstances, fighting would not have concerned Sparhawk, it was what he had trained a lifetime to do. If he had Bhelliom in his possession, however, it would not only be his own life he would be risking, but Ehlana's as well, and that was unacceptable.

Moreover, as soon as Azash sensed Bhelliom's reemergence, the Seeker would hurl whole armies against them in a desperate attempt to seize the jewel.

The solution was simple, of course. All they had to do was to come up with a way to convey the horses to the west side of the lake. Then the Seeker could haunt the region around Venne until it grew old and died without causing Sparhawk and his friends any further inconvenience.

The boat which he and Kurik had hired,

though, would not be capable of carrying more than two horses at a time. The notion of making eight or nine separate trips half-way down the lake to deposit the horses on some lonely beach on the west side of the lake made Sparhawk almost want to scream with impatience.

hiring several boats was an alternative, though not a very good one. A single boat probably would not attract attention, a fleet of them, though, would. Perhaps they could find someone dependable enough to herd the horses down the west shore. The only problem with that was that Sparhawk was not sure whether the Seeker could identify the smell of the horses as well as that of the people who rode them. He scratched absently at the finger which bore his ring. The finger seemed to be throbbing for some reason.

There was a light tap on the door.

"I'm busy,' he said irritably.

'Sparhawk.' The voice was light and musical, and it had that peculiar lilt that identified the speaker as Styric.

Sparhawk frowned. He didn't recognize the voice.

'Sparhawk, I need to talk with you.'

He rose and went to the door. To his astonishment, it was Flute. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.

'So you can talk?' he asked, surprised.

'Of course I can.'

~y haven't you then?'

"It wasn't necessary before.

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