The Unexpected Prince by Teresa Grant

Author:Teresa Grant [Grant, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Faradon and Borris were nearing Arilonia just before dark. They had traveled long and hard to come and ask Elise and Rylan to send reinforcements back to the mountain with them. After months of quiet, small but persistent forces of strange monstrosities had been showing up, almost as if to test the defenses around the mountain where The Scale still stood. After almost losing control of the mountain when the demons escaped last year, it had taken a long time to reinforce it and their army was greatly reduced when the men from the South had left. If the enemy should decide to return with a larger force, the Dwarves did not think they could fend off another attack anytime soon.

Borris’s horse threw a shoe two days before and they took turns walking him. It was slow going but they finally made it into town just after dusk.

Seeing no lights in the Blacksmith shop, they decided to stop by the tavern to wash down some of the traveling dust.

The tension of the journey slowly washed away as the Dwarves called to the barkeep to open yet another barrel of ale. They knew the next morning would be upon them too soon, so they were doing their best to make up for it.

It would not be the first time they woke up with a sore head.

The Blacksmith happened to be at the table next to them. He looked up from the mug he was drinking while he told his friend a story, and his heart gave a lurch. The Blacksmith was still not over the shock of seeing the last Dwarf who rode through town. The color drained from his face and he stood up shaking until Faradon spoke.

“Steady now mister, surely you’ve seen a Dwarf before,” Faradon inquired as the two were returning to their table with fresh mugs. “Our own kinsman used to reside in this fine Kingdom. You may remember him, for he was the Queen’s own Champion, Branadon, rest his soul.”

“His soul ain’t resting so easy, I’ll tell you that much,” the Blacksmith mumbled. He would have bolted if the Dwarves hadn’t placed themselves between him and the only escape route through the door.

Borris looked at Faradon and they both grabbed a beefy arm of the Blacksmith and sat him back down.

“Explain yourself sir and be quick about it! Our cousin was mighty close to us, and we’ll not stand for any ghost stories being tossed about to darken his good name,” growled Borris with his hand on his sword hilt.

“I only know what I saw, and I wasn’t the only one who saw it! Your cousin was here, not but too long ago, strolled right down the main street. You could see him from out front this door. Rumor has it, old Mollywog imprisoned his spirit inside her cottage off in the woods. If ya don’t believe me, go see for yourselves.”

Eyeing the Blacksmith suspiciously to see if he was making a jest or believed

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