Forgotten Realms #21: The Sellswords 2 - Promise of the Witch-King by R. A. Salvatore

Author:R. A. Salvatore [Salvatore, R. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Epic, Fiction, General, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic
ISBN: 9780786940738
Google: iNBK6m33uuYC
Amazon: 0786940735
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 2005-01-01T23:00:00+00:00

facets of the cut stone. The mist turned gray, but a light gray, not the blackness he had seen upon poor Arrayan’s finger.

He glanced back at the woman, at her ring, and saw that it, too, was no longer onyx black.

“Through the power of the rings, the burden is shared,” Wingham whispered to him. “I can only hope that I have not just given a greater source of power to the growing construct.”

“I will not fail in this,” Olgerkhan assured him, though neither of them really knew what “this” might actually mean.

Wingham moved over and studied Arrayan, who was resting more comfortably, obviously, though she had again closed her eyes.

“It is a temporary reprieve,” the merchant said. “The tower will continue to draw from her, and as she weakens, so too will you. This is our last chance—our only chance—to save her. Both of you will go with Mariabronne and Gareth’s emissary. Defeat the power that has grown dark on our land, but if you cannot, Olgerkhan, then there is something else you must do for me.”

The large half-orc stood attentively, staring hard at old Wingham.

“You must not let the castle have her,” Wingham explained.

“Have her?”

“Consume her,” came the reply. “I cannot truly comprehend what that even means, but Nyungy, who is wiser than I, was insistent on this point. The castle grows through the life-force of Arrayan, and the castle has made great gains because we did not know what we battle. Even now, we cannot understand how to defeat it, but defeat it you must, and quickly. And if you cannot, Olgerkhan, I will have your word that you will not let the castle consume my dear Arrayan!”

Olgerkhan’s gaze went to Arrayan again as he tried to sort through the words, and as Wingham’s meaning finally began to dawn on him, his soft appearance took on a much harder edge. “You ask me to kill her?”

“I ask for your mercy and demand of you your strength.”

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