beginning it was their intention that he should share in all aspects of their life together, including their business. He became a part of it early, learning to fly airships, to maintain and repair them, to understand their components and the functions they served. Pen was a quick study, and it was no stretch for him to master the intricacies of navigation and aerodynamics. By the time he was twelve, he was already designing airships as a hobby. By the time he was fourteen, he had built his first vessel.
He wanted to fly with them on their trips, of course, but he was not yet ready for that. It was a source of great disappointment to him. But he was young, and disappointments didn't last.
Bek shaded his eyes with his hand to cut the glare of the setting sun. He was of medium height, not as tall as she was, but broader through the shoulders, his hair and eyes dark and his skin browned by the sun. Always quick and agile, he was nevertheless beginning to feel the inevitable effects of sliding into his middle years. His less–than–perfect eyesight, he thought, was the first indication of what lay ahead.
«I think that's a Druid ship,' Rue said quietly.
He peered at what was now definitely identifiable as an airship, but he still couldn't tell what sort it was. «What would a Druid airship be doing out here?»
She glanced at him, and he could tell that whatever she was thinking, it wasn't good. They were miles into the Central Anar, in wilderness that few ventured into who weren't in the trapping, trading, or exploration business. The Ravenshorn Mountains were mostly unsettled and infrequently traveled other than by the Gnome tribes that called them home. A Druid airship so far out would be coming for a very definite purpose and on business that couldn't wait.
Bek looked at their passengers, who were sitting around a map, talking about where they wanted to go next. Two from the Borderlands, three from the deep Southland, and a Dwarf—all had signed on to see country that they had only heard about. They were five weeks out of Patch Run, where Bek and Rue had begun a series of stops to pick up their customers and take on supplies. They had three weeks left in the Eastland before they started back.
«Your sister?» Rue suggested, nodding toward the airship. He shook his head. «I don't know. Maybe.» He didn't want to voice what worried him most. One of the reasons a Druid airship would come for them was that something had happened to Pen. Word would reach Grianne, and she would come to tell him herself. But he wouldn't let himself think like that, not just yet. This probably had something to do with the Ard Rhys or the state of the Four Lands.
They kept watch as the airship sailed toward them through the fading afternoon sunlight, moving unerringly toward their campsite. How it had located them was a mystery, since few knew of their intended destination. A Druid could find them with help, but only Bek's sister possessed sufficient magic to track them with no help at all. He could see now that it was indeed a Druid airship that approached, so he began to suspect that she was aboard.
The other members of the expedition had seen the ship and come over to stand with their guides. A few asked what she was doing there, but Bek just shrugged and said he had no idea. Then he asked them to move back into the campsite and closer to whereSwift Sure was anchored, a precaution he would have taken in any event.
«Are you expecting trouble?» Rue asked him, cocking one eyebrow.
«No. I just want to be ready.» «We're always ready,' she said. «You are, at least.»
She smiled. «That's why you were attracted to me. Don't you remember?»
The big airship eased out of the sky to the grassy shelf that fronted the encampment and overlooked the woodland country west. Anchor lines were dropped fore and aft, and a rope ladder was thrown over the side. Bek recognized theAthabasca, one of four ships–of–the–line in the Druid fleet, capable of great speed and power. He was impressed by her look. But not even a Druid ship could match the speed of Swift Sure.
A Druid began to climb down the ladder, dark–robed and hooded, swaying unsteadily as he carefully placed one foot below the other. A big man, Bek saw, powerfully built and strong, but unfamiliar with airships and flying. He stepped off the ladder, pulled back his hood to reveal his face, and started toward them. Bek had never seen him before, but then most of the Druids at Paranor were unfamiliar to him. Except for his sister and Ahren Elessedil, who was no longer at Paranor, he had met only one or two others over the years, and those he barely remembered. The Druid life was his sister's life, not his, and he had kept himself deliberately apart from it. Sometimes he felt badly that he was not doing more to help her in her work, but it was not work he had ever cared to involve himself in and so he thought it better not to pretend he did.
The man who approached was younger than they were, though not by much, and his careworn face suggested he might be aging in other ways. Their lives filled with secrets, their work clandestine and often unknowable, Druids always troubled Bek. It was a role that fit his sister well, the clothes of her life as the Use Witch, where she had perfected the art of subterfuge and dissembling. Such skills were necessary in the world of the Druids, even though intended for good and not for evil. Druids were not well liked in the Four Lands. It was not a prejudice he shared, understanding them as he did, but it was a fact of life. Power fostered fear, and fear mistrust. The Druid order was for many the genesis of all three.
«Aren't those Gnome Hunters crewing theAthabasca?» Rue asked suddenly. «Where are the Trolls?»
It was too late for speculation. «Bek Ohmsford?» the Druid asked as he came up to them. He held out his hand without waiting for a reply. «My name is Traunt Rowan.»
He shook Bek's hand, then took Rue's as well. His grip was firm and reassuring. He spoke in even, measured tones that radiated sincerity and concern.
«I was sent by the Druid Council to bring you back with me to Paranor,' he continued, looking at them in turn. «The Ard Rhys has disappeared. We don't know what happened to her, but she's gone, and we haven't been able to find out why.»
Bek nodded. His sister had disappeared before, many times. She was known for going off without warning on undertakings she wished to keep secret. «You must have reason to be worried about her beyond what you've told me. She has gone her own way without advising others many times in her life. Why is this time any different?»
«Her personal assistant, Tagwen, always knows where she is. Or at least he knows when she is leaving. This time, he didn't know anything about what happened. Nor did the Troll guard. No one did. This is where matters become a bit more complicated. Tagwen was concerned enough that he sought out Ahren Elessedil to help search for her. Together, they traveled to Patch Run to find you. But they found you gone and spoke with your son instead. When they left, they took him with them. Now we can't find any of them.»
Bek felt a stab of fear. Rue's fingers reached out to find his and tightened sharply. «How did you find all this out? You haven't received any messages, have you?»
The Druid shook his head. «None. We found out what we did by asking those who knew bits and pieces of the truth. Tagwen left word where he was going. We followed him to the Westland village of Emberen. We discovered that he spoke with Ahren Elessedil and that they left together. From there, we tracked them to Patch Run. But we don't know what happened after that. We only know that your son is gone, as well.»
He grimaced. «I'm embarrassed we don't know more. We have been searching for them for days. We have been searching for you, too. We think that the disappearance of the Ard Rhys might indicate that her entire family is in danger. There is some indication of this being so. She has many enemies, and everyone knows you are close to her and are possessed of the Shannara magic, as well. Some of those enemies might consider you as dangerous to them as she is.»
«Penderrin would never go off with anyone, even Ahren Elessedil, without leaving word for us,' Rue broke in suddenly. «Did you look for a message?»
«We did,' Traunt Rowan said. «We looked everywhere. But we didn't find one.»
You searched our bouse,Bek thought.That was bold. Why did you fed the need?
«If Pen failed to leave a message, it was because he didn't have enough time to do so.» Rue was sliding into her protective mother role, and Bek could see the anger in her eyes. «Why wasn't he offered your protection earlier?»
A flicker of irritation appeared on Traunt Rowan's handsome face and then quickly disappeared. «We did what we thought best at the time. We were a little disorganized, confused. We didn't know what had happened at that point.»
«You still don't, it seems,' she snapped.
