Streams of Silver by Salvatore R.A

Streams of Silver by Salvatore R.A

Author:Salvatore, R.A. [R.A., Salvatore,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-06T14:28:50.541000+00:00


Drizzt agreed with the explanation, aware of the power of the curse of a king when his

homeland has fallen.

Reverently, Bruenor lifted Garumn's remains and bore them into a side chamber. Drizzt

did not follow, allowing the dwarf his privacy in this moment. Drizzt returned to Catti-brie

and Wulfgar to help them comprehend the importance of the scene around them.

They waited patiently for many minutes, imagining the course of the epic battle that had

taken place and their minds hearing clearly the sounds of axe on shield, and the brave war

cries of Clan Battlehammer.

Then Bruenor returned arid even the mighty images the friends' minds had concocted fell

short of the sight before them. Regis dropped the few baubles he had found in utter

amazement, and in fear that a ghost from the past had returned to thwart him.

Cast aside was Bruenor's battered shield. The dented and one-horned helm was strapped

on his backpack. He wore the armor of his namesake, shining mithril, the mug standard on

the shield of solid gold, and the helm ringed with a thousand glittering gemstones. "By me

owns eyes, I proclaim the legends as true," he shouted boldly, lifting the mithril axe high

above him. "Garumn is dead and me father, too. Thus I claim me title: Eighth King of

Mithril Hall!"

19

Shadows

"Garumn's Gorge," Bruenor said, drawing a line across the rough map he had scratched on

the floor. Even though the effects of Alustriel's potion had worn off, simply stepping inside

the home of his youth had rekindled a host of memories in the dwarf. The exact location of

each of the halls was not clear to him, but he had a general idea of the overall design of the

place. The others huddled close to him, straining to see the etchings in the flickers of the

torch that Wulfgar had retrieved from the corridor.

"We can get out on the far side," Bruenor continued. "There's a door, opening one way

and for leaving only, beyond the bridge."

"Leaving?" Wulfgar asked.

"Our goal was to find Mithril Hall," Drizzt answered, playing the same argument he had

used on Bruenor before this meeting. "If the forces that defeated Clan Battlehammer reside

here still, we few would find reclaiming it an impossible task. We must take care that the

knowledge of the hall's location does not die in here with us."

"I'm meaning to find out what we're to face," Bruenor added. "We mighten be going back

out the door we came in; it'd open easy from the inside. Me thinking is to cross the top level

and see the place out. I'm needing to know how much is left afore I call on me kin in the

dale, and others if I must." He shot Drizzt a sarcastic glance.

Drizzt suspected that Bruenor had more in mind than "seeing the place out," but he kept

quiet, satisfied that he had gotten his concerns through to the dwarf, and that Catti-brie's

unexpected presence would temper with caution all of Bruenor's decisions.

"You will come back, then," Wulfgar surmised.

"An army at me heels!" snorted Bruenor. He looked at Catti-brie and a measure of, his

eagerness left his dark eyes.

She read it at once.



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