'Yes, sir, thank you,' Karal was able to reply, with a smile.
'Good. I get a touch of one myself in these wizard-storms. They say most people with any hint of mind-magic do.' He gazed searchingly at Karal, who had no idea of what he was talking about. Karal shrugged his incomprehension.
'Yes, but how does that explain my poor, aching joints?' Ulrich put in, with a faint smile. 'I certainly do not hear thoughts with my knees!'
Rubrik laughed heartily. 'A good question, and one that probably proves that, as always, the nebulous 'they' are probably as foolish as the things 'they' are reputed to say!'
On that cheerful note, he led them out to the road, heading north again, under a brilliant sun.
That seemed a good enough omen to start, and as the morning wore on, Karal managed to dismiss the rest of his lingering fears as absolutely groundless. The Herald and Ulrich must have shared a great deal of personal information after Karal went to bed, for now they acted like a pair of real friends.
He found that Rubrik was taking pains to see that Karal was included in conversation as the day wore on. And somewhat to his astonishment, he realized that he had begun to actually relax around the Herald. If anything, Rubrik reminded him of his favorite uncle, the one who'd been a guard with a merchant caravan and had a wealth of tales about strange places and the wonderful things he had seen.
Rubrik was evidently in the mood to tell some of his own tales this morning, for he began to describe some of the other 'foreigners' that they would meet once they reached the capital of Haven and the Court of Queen Selenay. Some of them, Karal would not have believed under any other circumstances, but Rubrik had absolutely no reason to lie and every reason to tell them the whole and complete truth.
But if he
Ulrich didn't act at all surprised, though, as the Herald described some of the strangest creatures Karal had ever heard of. The Hawkbrothers were bad enough, with their white hair, intelligent birds, and outlandish clothing. But then he described the gryphons—Treyvan, Hydona, and their two youngsters. It was the little ones that made Karal decide that the Herald was
'I'd been warned,' Ulrich said laconically, when Rubrik ended his description. 'After all, several of our Priests actually worked with these gryphons. Including one young lady who learned a valuable lesson in—hmm—'
'Cooperation?' Rubrik suggested with a wry smile.
'I was thinking, humility, but that will do.' Ulrich's eyes actually twinkled. 'Karal, you'll remember her, you were schooled with her. Gisell.'
Karal's mouth dropped open with astonishment. 'Gisell?
Rubrik laughed heartily, and his smile reached and warmed his eyes. 'Oh, a gryphon can bite you in two and have your legs shredded while your top half watches. When he tells you that you
'If Gisell can learn to be humble, then I
'Gryphons are just as real as my Companion Laylan, I promise you,' Rubrik assured him. 'And no more a monster than he is.'
Now that triggered another thought, one that had sat in the back of his mind, pushed aside by the pressing dilemma of Rubrik-as-Herald. His horse—or rather, his Companion. Karsite legend had plenty to say about the creatures that Heralds rode, too! And now his behavior, which had seemed to be 'only' remarkable training, had an explanation.
Laylan wasn't a horse. Obviously.