War in Tethyr (The Nobles) by Victor Milan

Author:Victor Milan [Milan, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786964130
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-10-23T00:00:00+00:00

Part II

Career of Evil

It was dusk along the Trade Way north of Zazesspur. Like mauve fog, nighthawks coursed on scimitar wings through twilight and sought prey. Off in the west, clouds rose like fanciful mountains above the unseen Trackless Sea, all slate and indigo and molten copper where the last rays of the fallen sun struck them.

The lure of honestly gotten gain being almost as powerful as the other kind, several families of southern Tethir foresters, related by marriage, had banded together to purchase a number of wagons and attempt the trip through the Starspire Mountains and south to Zazesspur. The wagons were piled high with animal skins, a kind of bark used in tanning, and other vegetable stuffs for the manufacture of dyes. The great merchant caravans no longer plied the Trade Way from Amn and points north down to Calimport. And, so, if these enterprising foresters could reach Zazesspur, they could expect to reap a rich return from the city’s leather-workers and dyers.

They had made it through the mountains and most of the way to the city. Unfortunately, ill-gotten gain still had its allure. Consequently, there had come a sudden drum of hoofbeats as evening came on, and suddenly the little caravan was surrounded by a score of robbers, who swung down from horseback to menace the foresters with drawn bows. The foresters were no mean fighters themselves under most circumstances. But as their destination grew nearer, they had relaxed their guard, a process expedited by the passing around of a couple of stone crocks of berry brandy by way of celebration, now seen to be premature.

The robbers, initially elated at the bloodless capture of a half-dozen wagons, grew surly when they threw back the canvas covering the loads and found bales of bark and sheaves of dried herbs. The leader of the bandits, a burly, black-bearded ruffian clad in rude black leather garments, which summer’s heat would soon render quite unthinkable, had the makeshift caravan’s master brought before him as he stood by the roadside.

“Where are the valuables?” he demanded as Wyancott—a towheaded, middle-aged chief among the foresters—was thrust to his knees before him.

“Valuables?” the caravan master repeated as if confused. “What’s in the wagons is all we have. What wealth we possessed went to buy the wagons and the mules to draw them.”

“You mean we went to all this trouble over nothing but a mess of twigs and branches?” the bandit chieftain roared. “Are we aarakocra, to make nests for our dwellings? Produce some real wealth, and quickly, or prepare to suffer accordingly!”

But Wyancott could only shake his head numbly. The leader, scowling ferociously, drew back his arm to strike.

Then he toppled into the poorly maintained ditch beside the road and commenced to snore.

Another flurry of hoofbeats. Riders swept past along the road. From his knees Wyancott looked wildly right and left to see infantry with leveled crossbows surrounding the halted wagon train in the gloom. The marauders who held his arms let him go and hurriedly raised their hands.

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