'But that would put it in the foothills of the mountains, though this map shows southern Solamnia to be nothing but plains,' she added in disgust.
The kender had written something beside the spot marked TAMBOR. She had to squint to make out the scrawling words. They read,
If this was true, then the village the knight sought had been destroyed more than fifty years ago. So much for his plea for help! A liar, as she'd suspected. She didn't know why that hurt her.
Trevarre called out. Matya hastily put away the maps. She found the knight still sitting by the wagon wheel. The porcelain doll stood on the ground before him.
'It is almost time,' he said, nodding toward the west. A pearly glow had touched the distant horizon. Solinari, the largest of Krynn's three moons, soon would rise.
Matya sat on a fallen log near the knight, eyes on the doll. While she did not believe Trevarre's story, she was curious to see what he would do when the doll failed to speak.
'Wait,' Trevarre said softly. 'Just wait.'
Matya sighed, resting her chin on a hand, and waited. This was rapidly growing tedious. Finally, a thin, silvery sliver of Solinari lifted above the far-off horizon.
The doll began to sing.
Matya stared at the porcelain statuette in shock. The maiden's lips moved. A sweet, wordless song drifted upon the night air. There was no doubt but that the song came from the doll.
Matya shot a look at Trevarre. The knight's pale eyes were triumphant. The song continued, a sad melody that tugged at Matya's heart. Finally the sweet music ended, and the doll spoke.
'Please, come to me, whoever finds me,' it said, its voice cool and lilting but filled with sorrow as well. 'I beg you. Come to the village of Tambor. I need help desperately. Please'
Solinari lifted full above the horizon, and the doll fell silent. Matya's eyes glimmered as she stared at it calculatingly.
'An enchanted doll!' she said to herself. 'Why, it is worth a king's ransom.'
'Do you believe my tale now?' Trevarre asked, a slight smile beneath his mousy moustache.
Matya nodded. 'I believe you.' She was glad to believe in him, too, but she didn't tell him that.
'I have something to ask of you,' the knight said. 'It appears my legs are set on betraying me. I cannot journey to Tambor on foot, but your wagon could carry me. Take me there, Matya. Take me to Tambor, please.'
'And what would I gain for my trouble?' Matya asked coolly.
Trevarre reached inside the collar of his woolen cloak and undid the clasp. He held it out to her. 'Will this do?' The clasp was fashioned of finely wrought silver, inlaid with pearl and lapis lazuli. Matya appraised it with a practiced eye. The jewel obviously was quite valuable. By any measure, the trade would be a good one, but it was not enough.
'Give me the doll as well,' Matya said crisply, 'then I will take you to Tambor.'
Trevarre gazed at her for a long moment, but Matya did not so much as blink. Finally he laughed. 'You drive a hard bargain, I see. It appears I have little choice but to accept. Very well, I will give you the doll — but only after we reach Tambor.'
'Agreed,' Matya said, her eyes flashing. She took the jeweled clasp from his outstretched hand and spirited it away to a pocket in her dress. 1 will keep this as assurance.' She knew that Trevarre likely would be distressed when he found Tambor in ruins and his quest proved a folly. However, if he was a man of honor, he would keep his word. The doll would be Matya's. I'll take you to Tambor, Knight.'
She spat in her hand and held it out. Trevarre looked at her in puzzlement for a moment, then nodded solemnly and did the same. They shook hands firmly. The bargain had been struck.
Matya and the knight set out with the dawn, traveling east down the road to Garnet. The mountains loomed high before them, like great gray giants. Their summits were already dusted with a coating of snow, bespeaking the winter that soon would blanket the rest of Solamnia.
Matya studied the kender's map as Rabbit plodded on, pulling the wagon along the jouncing road. The map was terribly faded and crumbled a bit each time she touched it, but Matya could make out the line of a faint road leading south from the place marked Tambor. If the kender had drawn in the highway to Garnet at all accurately, they ought to reach the road to Tambor sometime around midmorning.
''Two giants point the way,'' Trevarre said. Matya looked questioningly at the knight, who was propped up on the bench beside her. 'That was the sign the doll spoke of that would guide me to the village,' he explained. 'I imagine it means two mountains, or some such thing.'
'You were going to try to find the village with directions like that?' Matya asked.
Trevarre only shrugged.
'Humph!' Matya snorted. 'If this maiden of yours was going to all this trouble to get rescued, she might have given you dearer instructions.'
Before Trevarre could reply, one of the wheels hit a deep rut, and he winced as the wagon lurched roughly. He was in better shape today than he'd been the night before, but his face was still pale, and the roughness of the wagon's ride obviously was causing him pain. He did not complain, however.
Midmorning passed and noon approached, and still Matya saw no sign of a road leading north from the highway. Finally she pulled on the reins, and Rabbit came to a halt. 'It's time for a rest,' she said.
She fastened a feedbag over Rabbit's muzzle, then found food for herself and Trevarre. A jumble of massive, oddly shaped granite boulders, warmed by the sun, lay next to the road. The two sat on these as they ate a meal of cheese, bread, and dried fruit. When they had finished, Matya checked Trevarre's bandages. 'Your hands are gentle, though your tongue is sharp,' said the knight, smiling at her. Matya blushed, but ignored him and nodded in satisfaction. The knight's wounds had closed, and none of them showed signs of festering.
'We had best be on our way,' she said, eyeing the sun, which now shone directly overhead. She helped Trevarre stand, offered him her shoulder to lean on. He smelled of oiled steel and leather, not an unpleasant scent, she thought, as the two started making their way back to the wagon. Suddenly Matya froze.
'What is it?' Trevarre asked, looking quickly about in alarm. 'Goblins?'
'No,' Matya whispered. 'No, it's a face.'
She pointed to the boulder Trevarre had been sitting on. They had not noticed it earlier, because the shadows had obscured it, but with the sun directly overhead, Matya now saw it as plain as day. The boulder was carved in the face of a man.
The carving was weathered and cracked — it must have been ancient — but Matya still could make out the proud, kingly features, the aquiline nose, and deep, moss-filled eyes. Looking around, she saw that other overgrown boulders were parts of a man — one shaped like a hand, another like a shoulder, still another like a boot.
'It is a statue,' Trevarre said in amazement, 'a gigantic statue. It must have fallen over years ago, by the looks of it, probably in the Cataclysm.'
'Wait, there are two of them,' Matya said, pointing to another broken boulder, which was carved in the form of a regal-looking woman.
'The two giants,' Trevarre said. 'It seems the maiden's directions were not so inadequate after all.'
The road beyond the ruined statues was all but hidden by a tangle of willows and brambles. Matya doubted that anyone had come this way in a long time. The way was passable but overgrown and rutted. Trevarre winced each time the wagon's wheel hit a bump, but he said nothing.
'He has courage, if not sense,' Matya told herself. She glanced at him, and for a brief moment her hard expression softened. She found herself wondering just how. old Trevarre was. He was not a young man, she suspected, despite his foolhardiness.
The narrow road wound across the rolling foothills, over grassy knolls and through groves of aspen and fir. In places the trail was so faint Matya could hardly see it, and several times it ended abruptly, only to be found continuing a hundred paces to the left or right. It was almost as if the land itself had shifted beneath the road, breaking it into pieces.
As the hills slipped away to either side, Matya began to feel a growing sense of unease. The land around
