giant’s head, whistling and chirping intensely.
“Dien!” the giant called out so loudly that the birds darted a few feet away.
Yip, who was already tearing up the far valley side at breakneck speed, heard the command and slowed himself to return. “It seems my messengers are growing lax.” Borg chuckled. “It is as you say. Do we divert them, leave them behind, or do you want to wait for them?”
Hyden sighed. “I think we’ll wait.” He took a piece of dried meat from his pack and fed it to Talon. The hawkling ate it greedily. “I only hope King Aldar will shelter us for the winter. I never intended for the group to grow this large.”
“He wouldn’t refuse you anything, Hyden Hawk.” Borg gave a booming laugh. “As a matter of fact, he might even surprise you.”
“Surprise me?”
“I’ll not say more about it.” Borg turned and started leading them toward the pass where the others were. “I wish I could join your quest.” Borg’s voice was sincere. “I’m anxious to see how your group fares after you leave the Leif Repline and King Aldar’s protection.”
“Doesn’t King Aldar reign over all of the Giant Mountains?” Hyden asked. A sudden worry poked in his gut, like a pinprick in a wineskin. The subtle warning in Borg’s tone was unmistakable.
“He does,” Borg spoke as they walked. “But not all giants are civilized. Nor are all parts of these mountains rulable, especially the northern reaches near the Wedjak. How do you reign over a band of wild mountain trolls, or an ice wyrm? King Mikahl might hold reign over the kingdoms of men, but you can’t tell me he controls what the Zard or the snappers do.”
“I see,” Hyden said uneasily. The pinprick in his gut was now a finger hole. Confidence was flowing out of him freely. His wineskin was emptying as if it were in Oarly’s hands. He’d envisioned his group making it through the Giant Mountains without having to worry about being attacked. In his mind, common animals hadn’t seemed a threat. He was so worried about demon kind, the Choskas and hellcats, that he had discounted the mountains’ natural inhabitants.
He would have to rethink his plan. Another random encounter, such as the one with the mother bear, could end them all, if they weren’t prepared.
Borg must have seen the concern on Hyden’s face. “You’ll be just fine, Hyden,” he said. “You can communicate with the animals through Talon. You just have to remember to listen to what they say.”
From not very far away, the disgruntled bear growled out a deep, rumbling warning. Hyden looked up to see that they were passing very close to the cave mouth. Oof came bounding up out of nowhere and positioned himself between them and the opening. Nevertheless, Hyden nearly had to run to keep up with Borg’s suddenly brisk pace.
After they had gotten some distance away, Borg asked if there was meat.
“Not enough for two days,” Hyden replied.
“There’s a large herd of elk moving in a nearby valley,” Borg said before barking out more orders to the great wolves. “We’ll be fine as long as there’s enough meat for this night. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”
Hyden didn’t laugh. Spoken by a human it would be an exaggeration, but spoken by Borg, it was something else altogether. Lieutenant Welch had the camp erected closer to the tree line. Hyden had to smile at Mikahl’s choice of commanders. The more protected location would serve them well, since they would be waiting on the other elf and the monk. As Hyden and Borg neared, the whole pack of great wolves, save for Huffa, waggled and wiggled around Oof and Yip. Then all five of them were off to hunt elk as Borg had instructed them to do. Huffa, however, waited until Hyden took a seat on a log that the young soldiers had dragged out of the trees for just that purpose. The alpha female eased up beside him and put her white fluffy head in his lap.
“She knows you?” Telgra asked curiously. She was sitting across the fire from Hyden, on a blanket with Phen. She was staring into the flames and scratching the lyna’s ears lovingly. As Hyden answered, Talon fluttered down to land on Phen’s shoulder.
“Aye, my lady, she does. I have to tell you, though, there’s an elf and a monk following us. They tried to catch us in Dreen. I think King Mikahl might have told you about them. They were with you before you were lost in the storm.”
Her look soured. She seemed embarrassed as she spoke. “I don’t remember them. I apologize if I am causing trouble for you.”
“It’s not me who they might offend, my lady,” Hyden said. “We’re going to wait for them. We can’t keep leading them through the giant’s realm. They’ll meet an ill fate for certain.”
She nodded that she understood his reasoning.
“There’s more,” Hyden continued, trying to choose his words carefully. “I know you don’t remember much about yourself, but there’s one thing you should know.”
Hyden looked to Borg for help. The giant’s expression showed that he was offering none. Hyden took a breath and got on with it. “You are the heir of the elven realm, Princess Telgra. Your mother is the Queen Mother, and though she knows that you are alive and safe, she doesn’t know where you are, or the condition of your mind.”
“I knew it!” Phen blurted out excitedly. To his surprise and obvious disappointment, her yellow eyes filled with tears. She shoved him away as she jumped up and started off. After two steps, she stopped, turned around, and picked up Spike, who had tried to follow her.
“Why did she start crying? Why is she so upset?” Phen asked.
What Hyden thought was a boulder wiggled and unfolded into an over-bundled hairy dwarf.
“She’s a she,” Oarly said, before taking a pull from his flask. He offered it to Hyden, who refused, but Borg reached his big hand over and took it. It looked like a thimble between the giant’s fingers. “Woman folk, be they dwarves, humans, or even elves are peculiar at best. Give her a while to think. I’ll go talk to her for you after that.” Oarly reached up to take his flask back from Borg, who had squatted down among them.
Hyden had to laugh when Oarly shook the container and found it empty, then scowled up at the huge being. Borg returned his glare with a look that caused Oarly to blanch.
“I’ll fetch some more,” Oarly grumbled. “And a fargin bucket for ye to drink from,” he added under his breath.
Borg heard Oarly and belted out a deep belly laugh. After a moment he said to Phen, “The dwarf is right. Giant women are no different.”
Lieutenant Welch sat down nearby and began whetting his sword. “Aye. Is she really the Princess of the Elves?”
“Aye,” Hyden answered with a sigh.
“You’ve all gone mad then.”
Chapter 31
News of Petar’s death, Commander Lyle’s reassignment, and the skeleton’s attack on O’Dakahn came to King Mikahl all in the same day. Cresson had made a sending to Master Wizard Sholt, who was currently on the Isle of Salazar with Lord Spyra, tracking down the men afflicted with Pael’s taint. He relayed the information to De’Rain, the young mage at Lakeside Castle.
Unlike Cresson, De’Rain wasn’t afraid to add his opinion to the messages he passed. He was so brazen that, when he first spoke to his king, Mikahl almost took offense. Luckily, Lady Able was there in the throne room when the news of Petar’s death was announced. Her intervention kept Mikahl from reacting rashly to the insensitive way the information was given. By the time De’Rain brought the news of the attack on O’Dakahn to the High King’s ears, the two of them had come to an understanding. The mage hadn’t known that Mikahl was fond of Petar, and Mikahl hadn’t known that De’Rain had been humiliated by Glendar on more than one occasion. The boy had later been forced by the Zard to use his magical skills to mend pots and make collars and harnesses for their four-legged geka mounts.
A lot of Westland folk were bitter. They had been overrun and forgotten while Mikahl fought beside King Jarrek to free the slaves from Ra’Gren. The people in the streets cheered for Mikahl, but he realized it was hope, not him, that they were calling out for.
