a knight. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”
“If you say so,” said Jon. “I also don’t really trust Germanius,” he went on.
“What?” said Sorus. “He’s a fine knight and as trustworthy as they come. His generation, they take being a knight very seriously although there aren’t many left his age. Most die in battle, that’s the way of our people.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust his integrity but he’s old. If I say something to him about my real mission and he lets it slip to Thorius or one of his allies that might hurt my chances of doing what needs to be done,” said Jon his face somber as his eyes looked ahead to the old man.
“What is it that needs to get done?” said Sorus and pulled his little horse next to Jon’s. “You can tell me, I’m on your side.”
Jon nodded his head, “I know, I know. My father is a stubborn man and he thinks things must be a certain way.”
“He built an entire city, right?” said Sorus.
“He founded it at least. He traveled the world slaying monsters, saving maidens, doing all sorts of heroic deeds and then he just decided that it… it was futile.”
“How can doing heroic things be futile?” said Sorus. “That is what any man wants to do, be a hero, save the girl, get married, have sex!”
“I hear you,” said Jon as a smile crept onto his face. “That Shia is quite a little beauty.”
“Yeah,” said Sorus. “But you saw who she baked cookies for, you. She’ll only marry a knight and not some stupid brewer boy.”
“But, you can be knight if you’re brave enough. Germanius can knight you,” said Jon.
“I know, but sometimes I think I’m not cut out for all of this. I like brewing and I get scared. Maybe I’m just not meant to be a hero,” said Sorus, hanging his head, and patting his horse on the neck.
“Bird droppings,” said Jon. “You don’t know if you’re going to be a hero until you face real danger for the first time. Some people who think they are brave run away and the ones who are scared stand up and fight. My first time in battle I was a bit younger than you, we were fighting remnants of the Five Nations after the war, cleaning up pockets of resistance. My father took me along and I was so scared I peed myself,” went on Jon and noticed the look of astonishment on Sorus’s face. “Yep, it’s true. But, when the fight started, I pulled out my sword and did my duty. Once you’ve been heroic it’s easier the next time. It’s like that with everything. If you’re a coward the first time it’s hard to break out of the habit.”
“So, this first time will be my test?” said Sorus looking at Jon with wide eyes but a firm jaw.
“Well, you can always redeem yourself even after failing,” said Jon. “You have those Brokenshield fellows here in Elekargul, right? They get stripped of their knighthood for cowardice but they can get it back.”
“Mostly they give up their knighthood because they can’t perform the duties. It’s usually to raise children when their wives die in childbirth but sometimes it happens because of cowardice, you’re right Jon,” said Sorus, looking up into the morning sky as the ground slowly went past. “But, what about your father giving up being a hero, does that have anything to do with you being here?”
Jon smiled, “My father started lecturing me when I was still in the crib, so I’ve heard the stories many times. My father, he set out to save the world, to be a hero, to destroy evil, and bring good to everyone. He did that for a few years after he left home when he wasn’t much older than you. He traveled with some other fellows, a paladin of the sun god, a nature wizard, a rogue, sort of your typical adventuring party.”
“Then what happened,” said Sorus as he leaned forward in his saddle, eyes darting back and forth between Jon and the road ahead.
“They killed a blue dragon that was terrorizing a village,” said Jon, “and when they went back to its lair there was a baby blue in the nest.”
“Did they kill it?” said Sorus.
“Well, my father’s friend, the paladin, wanted to kill it. He said it was evil by its very nature but my father thought they could raise it, or turn it over to someone to be raised, and it could be a force of good. There was a big argument,” said Jon. “At least that’s the story I’ve been told.”
“What happened?” said Sorus.
“They agreed to turn it over to someone they knew, a woman who was good with animals. That night the paladin slew the thing in its cage, slaughtered it,” said Jon. “The next morning when my father found out he got into a fight with the paladin but lost and was almost killed. My father’s friend, the druid, Tarragonius, intervened and saved him. After that my father and Tarragonius left the others and set out on their own.”
“Blue dragons are evil, at least that’s the way it is down here in the south,” said Sorus. “I kind of see where the paladin was coming from; I don’t mean to say anything bad about your father,” went on the young brewer one hand spread out as he shrugged his shoulders.
“My father thought about that, and he and Tarragonius talked about it all the time. My father finally decided that maybe there wasn’t such a thing as good and evil.”
“Sure there is,” said Sorus. “Look around, there are lots of evil things in the world.”
“Do they think they’re evil?” said Jon and turned to the boy with a suddenly hard edge to his gray eyes. “Don’t we all do what is in our own best interest?”
“Well, yeah,” said Sorus. “But sometimes I do things that hurt other people and I know that’s wrong.”
“Why is it wrong if it’s in your best interest,” said Jon. “At least that’s what my father would say. I don’t really believe everything he says but sometimes it makes a lot of sense. Let’s say you were starving, would killing and eating your horse be a good thing?”
“Yes,” said Sorus. “Otherwise you’d starve.”
“But it’s not good for the horse,” said Jon.
“The horse is just an animal,” replied Sorus.
“That’s true, but every day you have make decisions about what is good for you and a lot of times that isn’t so good for someone else. For example, Thorius is doing what he thinks is best for him and for the town of Black Dale by trying to get rid of me. I’m doing what I think is best by staying and trying to complete my mission, which one is good and which evil?”
Sorus shrugged, “Well, I guess it depends on who I’m talking to.”
“Right,” said Jon. “That’s my father’s point. Anyway, my father decided to take himself out of the equation.”
“How’s that?” asked Sorus.
“He decided to stop trying to influence other people and remain neutral in all things,” said Jon.
“That’s impossible, how can he be the king of Tanelorn if he doesn’t make decisions?” said Sorus.
“He’s not the king, he’s the Gray Lord,” said Jon. “In Tanelorn people don’t tell other people what to do. People decide what is best for themselves and do it. At first it was just my father, Tarragonius, and a few others but over the years the city grew as other men and women who were tired of fighting, of deciding right and wrong, joined him. Now it’s a city full of people like that.”
Sorus rode along in silence for a long time, “It doesn’t seem like a very efficient system, I mean how does anyone get a well dug if they can’t tell anyone to dig it?”
“They dig it themselves and if someone else thinks it is a good idea they join them,” said Jon. “But, you’re right, it’s not very efficient and sometimes things don’t go so well. Do you know what I’m supposed to say when I meet someone who might be tired of deciding good and evil and would be a good candidate to come to Tanelorn and live?”
“No,” said Sorus and shook his head.
“Tanelorn has few luxuries to offer other than peace of mind. Some have found that allure enough and perhaps you might be among those so inclined,” said Jon looking intently at the young brewer with gray eyes and a firm jaw.
Sorus sat in the saddle for a long time and thought as the two young men rode side by side in silence for several hours until the young brewer broke the quiet, “I think your father might be on to something,” he said and Jon nodded silently.
“What about this mission of yours?” said Sorus. “We’ll be stopping for lunch soon and I’d like to hear about it before we catch up to those two.”
“My father thinks that relics of the Old Empire are influencing people unduly,” said Jon.
“The Old Empire?” said Sorus. “That’s big stuff! There are all sorts of old stone circles that are still magical
