Clark Saving Solace

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."Will you see to it he gets a good rubdown and a portion of oats with his feed?""Oh, yes, sir!""Good, because I'm counting on you, young Baird."The boy grinned up at him and led Thunderbolt inside.Gerard made his way through the crowded streets toward the Tomb of the Last Heroes, where he had spent so many hours on guard duty during the war.As he drew nearer, the passersby dwindled, and soon he found himself standing in front of the structure, alone except for the omnipresent guards.The tomb hadn't changed much, except that the ornate marble and obsidian structure was perhaps a little more riddled with places where kender had chiseled off bits and flecks of the structure as souvenirs, almost sacred relics, despite the fence that now surrounded the building.Gerard suppressed a shudder as he recalled the swarms of kender that used to gather at the tomb for Midyear Day.It was unbelievable how so many of them managed to sneak past the locked fence and gate to apply their chisels to the structure's elegant surface.Gerard observed the two Solamnic Knights who formed the honor guard for the tomb as they marched back and forth before the gate: one hundred paces over, one hundred paces back, salute each other, salute the tomb, then do it all over again.How the days of this repetitious duty mounted up beyond seeming endurance, he recalled.A strange ball of heat formed in Gerard's belly as he followed the two guards with his eyes.He recognized it as a deep-seated resentment toward the knighthood; among its many solemn failures was the thriving existence of that freebooter, Captain Samuval (who nowadays preferred the grand title of Baron to the less pretentious but more serviceable Captain), who had occupied parts of Qualinesti since the war.Baron Samuval's mercenary troops ravaged the countryside at will, and though Gerard had tried to get the Solamnic Knights to work to oust Samuval, the knights had other priorities.One priority, Gerard thought contemptuously, his eyes following the two knights, was guarding old tombs.Vercleese had told him that Samuval's men even passed through Solace now and then.Standing before the colonnaded facade of the tomb in the rain brought back so many painful memories, reminders that Gerard had spent much of the war stuck in this place because his father's wealth and influence in the knighthood had bought him a safe billet.How Gerard had longed to see action, to test himself in the upholding of an honored tradition.Instead he had paced before this tomb, one hundred paces across, one hundred back, salute, and repeat the process, until he felt he would die of shame and boredom.So much for his father's much-vaunted honor!The steady marching of the guards lulled Gerard into a familiar state of semiconsciousness, that detached awareness that had enabled him to endure so many days of mind-numbing duty here.And in this state, he could almost hear Caramon's voice: "Come, lad, have some of Otik's spiced potatoes.You hardly eat enough to keep meat on those bones of yours!""I eat enough to keep mind and body functioning.That is all food should be for," Gerard said aloud under his breath, feeling his mouth pull up into a crooked smile.Caramon would have snorted and pushed the heaping plate of potatoes closer, always hoping to tempt Gerard into eating his fill."Obviously you've never tasted Otik's potatoes, if you can hold such an opinion of food as that.Here, try some.There's more on the stove."But Gerard had never taken to Otik's famous potatoes.Now he wished he had given into Caramon's good-natured invitation, if only to satisfy the only person who had befriended him the entire time he had been stationed in this town.Now Palin, Caramon's son, had befriended him."They need you here, lad," Caramon's voice sounded in his head."They need you.""I hope you're right, Caramon," Gerard mumbled."I hope you're right."One of the guards, who was passing in front of Gerard at just that moment, cast him a disapproving look, as though to say he would keep his eye on anyone who went around talking to himself.Gerard ignored the man, returning to awareness of the everyday world around him.Then he turned and headed back toward the Inn of the Last Home, slogging through the rain, oblivious to the bustle of people of all races around him.At the vallenwood tree that held the inn nestled among its branches, he began the long ascent up the winding stairway.Already, with evening scarcely begun, sounds of merriment reached his ears from the inn overhead.He must have been mounting the steps rather slowly, lost in thought, for suddenly Gerard was pushed aside from behind."Out of the way," hissed a voice that made Gerard's hair rise.To his astonishment, two draconians-stout-bodied, reptilian creatures with leathery wings, long snouts, scales, and lizard tails-shoved past him.A few steps ahead, the first of the pair threw a parting shot over his shoulder."Next time, don't get in the way of your betters, or it'll go worse for you."Gerard stood unmoving, stunned.Draconians? In the Inn of the Last Home? He thought to call out a warning to the inn's patrons overhead, to let them know of the draconians' imminent attack, but the noise from the inn would have drowned out any warning he could give.Instead, he bolted up the stairs after the pair, frantically trying to decide whether to draw a weapon.He burst into the inn, out of breath, startled to find the noise of merriment had not let up at the appearance of the new arrivals.In fact, the two draconians were just seating themselves at a table with another of their kind.A half dozen Qualinesti elves, now enduring bitter exile, stared with unbridled hostility at the lizard-men from one corner of the room, but otherwise little attention was being paid to the strange creatures.In fact, it appeared from scowling looks on the faces of the inn's other patrons that the elves were regarded more suspiciously than the draconians.Gerard's head swam.Evidently, more things had changed in Solace than he'd thought.Even though it was still early, the inn was packed.Gerard managed to grab an empty seat when a rugged-looking man in badly stitched deer-hide clothes got up and shambled from the room.He looked about for a serving maid to order some dinner, but Laura Majere spotted him."Why, if it isn't Gerard uth Mondar," she said jovially."And still with a face that would curdle milk! I heard from that brother of mine that you were planning to pay us a visit."Gerard nodded, tight-lipped.It was hard to take offense at Laura's easy familiarity."He wants me to be the new sheriff," he said."Does he? Well, you'll be good at it, I warrant.You've certainly got the discipline."Gerard smiled."I was wondering if you've got a room for the night.""A room!" She waved to indicate the crowded inn."I've been turning folks away all afternoon, and the evening's just getting started.These days, there's hardly a spare room to be found anywhere in Solace." She eyed his wet, shivering form and dropped her voice to a whisper."But for you, I got something nice in the attic.A bit on the cozy side, I'm afraid, but it's the best I can do.""Thank you," Gerard said, sincerely grateful.Now that he was here, he almost felt at home.He was glad to be in out of the rain."Now, what say we get some dinner in you?" Laura continued [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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