What he obviously didn't expect was Fizban and me.
The knight's face, when he saw us, slipped from fierce into muddled and puzzled, but it hardened again right off.
'A wizard,' he said in the same tone of voice he might have said 'ogre dung.' 'And a kender.' (I won't tell you what THAT sounded like!) 'What are you two doing here? How dare you defile this sacred place?'
He was getting himself all worked up and waving his sword around in a way that was quite careless and might have hurt somebody — namely me, because I was suddenly closest, Fizban having reached out and pulled me in front of him.
'Now wait just a minute, Sir Knight,' said Fizban, quite bravely, I thought, especially since he was using me for a shield, and my small body wouldn't have done much to stop that knight's sharp sword, 'we're not defiling anything. We came in here to pay our respects, same as you, only Huma was out. Not in, you see,' the wizard added, gesturing vaguely to the empty bier. 'So we… er… decided to wait a bit, give him a chance to come back.'
The knight stared at us for quite a long time. He would have stroked his moustaches, I thought, like Sturm did when he was thinking hard, except that this knight didn't have any moustaches, yet. Only the beginnings of some, like he was just starting to grow them out. He lowered the sword a little, little bit.
'You are a white-robed wizard?' he asked.
Fizban held out his sleeve. 'White as snow.' Actually it wasn't, having been draggled through the mud and spotted with blood from my nose and slobber from both of us and ashes from the burning tree and some soot we'd picked up in the dragonlance forge.
Fizban's robes didn't impress the knight. He raised his sword again and his face was extremely grim. 'I don't trust wizards of any color robe. And I don't like kender.'
Well, I was just about to express my opinion of knights, which I thought might help him — (Tanis says we should come to know our own faults, to be better persons) — but Fizban grabbed hold of my topknot and lifted me up like you pick up a rabbit by the ears and shuffled me off to one side.
'How did you find this sacred place, Sir Knight?' Fizban asked, and I saw his eyes go cunning and shrewd like they do sometimes when they're not vague and confused.
'I was led here by the light of the fire of two burning trees and a celestial shower of white and purple stars…' The knight's voice faded to an awed breath.
Fizban smirked at me. 'And you said I wasn't much of a wizard!'
The knight appeared dazed. He lowered his sword again. 'You did that? You led me here purposefully?'
'Well, of course,' said Fizban. 'Knew you were coming all along.'
I was about to explain to the knight about my singed eyebrows and even offer to show him where they'd been, in case he was interested, but Fizban accidently trod on my foot at that moment.
You wouldn't think one old man, especially one who looks as frail and skinny as Fizban, could be so heavy, but he was. And I couldn't make him understand that he was standing on my foot — he kept shushing me and telling me to have respect for my elders and that kender should be seen and not heard and maybe not even seen — and by the time I managed to pull my foot out from under his, he and the knight were talking about something else.
'Tell me exactly what happened,' Fizban was saying. 'Very important, from a wizard's standpoint.'
'You might tell us your name, too,' I suggested.
'I am Owen of the House of Glendower,' said the knight but that was all he would tell us. He was still holding his sword and still staring at Fizban as if trying to decide whether to clap him heartily on the shoulder or clout him a good one on the headbone.
'I'm Tasslehoff Burroot,' I said, holding out my hand politely, 'and I have a house myself, in Solace, only it doesn't have a name. And maybe I don't even have a house anymore now,' I added, remembering what I'd seen of Solace the last time I was there and growing kind of sad at the thought.
The knight raised his eyebrows (HE had eyebrows) and was staring at me now.
'But that's all right,' I said, thinking Owen Glendower might be feeling sorry for me because my house had most likely been burned down by dragons. 'Tika said I could come live with her, if I ever see Tika again,' I added, and that made me sadder still, because I hadn't seen Tika in a long time either.
'You came all the way from Solace?' asked Owen Glendower, and he sounded no end astonished.
'Some of us came a lot farther than that,' Fizban said solemnly, only the knight didn't hear him, which was probably just as well.
'Yes, we came from Solace,' I explained. 'A large group of us, only some of us aren't with us anymore. There was Tanis and Raistlin and Caramon and Tika, only we lost them in Tarsis, and that left Sturm and Elistan and Derek Crownguard and they went to — '
'Derek Crownguard!' Owen gasped. 'You traveled with Derek Crownguard?'
'I'm not finished,' I said, eyeing him sternly. 'And it isn't polite to interrupt. Tanis says so. Inside there's Laurana and Flint and Theros — '
'But it's Sir Derek I'm searching for,' said the knight, completely ignoring me. (I'm not certain but I believe that ignoring people is against their knightly code, though Sturm often ignored me, now that I come to think of it. But Tanis says that if ignoring kender isn't in the Measure it should be.)
'I'm a courier from Lord Gunthar and I've been sent to find Sir Derek — '
'You've just missed him,' I said, and tried to look sad about it, though I wasn't, not in the least. 'He went off with the dragon orb.'
'The what?' Owen stared at me.
'Dragon HERB,' said Fizban, giving me a tug on the topknot that made tears come to my eyes. 'Similar to wolf-bane. Only different.'
Well, I had no idea what he was talking about, but it wasn't important anyway and I could see Owen was getting a bit impatient. So I went on.
'I don't know why you were looking for him. Derek Crownguard is NOT a nice person,' I informed him.
'Describe him to me,' said Owen.
'Don't you know him?' I asked, amazed. 'How can you find him if you don't know him?'
'Just describe him, kender,' growled the knight.
'Tasslehoff Burrfoot,' I reminded him. Obviously he'd forgotten. 'Well, Derek's mad at most everyone all the time and he's not at all polite and I don't think he has much common sense either, if you want my opinion.'
Well, as it turned out, Owen didn't want my opinion; what he wanted was a description of what Derek looked like, not what he acted like, so I gave him that, too. My description seemed to please him, only it was hard to tell, because he was so confused.
'Yes, that's Derek Crownguard,' he said. 'You've described him perfectly. You must be telling the truth.'
He thought another moment, then looked at Huma's bier, to see if it might help, and it looked very peaceful and beautiful in the moonlight. (If you are wondering why there was moonlight when there should have been fog, keep listening and I'll explain later on when the moonlight has its proper turn.)
'I was sent to find Derek Crownguard,' Owen said, talking slowly, as if he might decide to stop any moment and take back everything he'd just said. 'I have… dispatches for him. But I lost his trail, and I prayed to Paladine to help me find it again. That night, in a dream, I was told to seek Huma's resting place. I didn't know where it was — no one knows. But I was told that if I studied Solinari, on a cloudless night, I would see a map on the moon's surface. The next night, I did so. I saw what appeared to be a map of my homeland, Southern Ergoth. I have walked these mountains and valleys thirty years, yet I never knew this place existed. I followed Solinari's guidance, but then fog overtook me. I could no longer see the moon.
'The path led into a valley inside the mountains and vanished. I could not find my way out and have wandered about for days, perhaps. I'm not sure how long: time has lost all meaning to me. Then I saw a fire, burning in the distance. I followed it, thinking that I should at least find someone to guide me back to the trail. Then it went out and I was lost again. Then another fire and then clouds of purple stars and then I discovered this holy place, Huma's Tomb. And you.'
Looking at us, he shook his head and I could tell we weren't exactly what he'd been praying to Paladine to find.
