“No, no,” said Jon with a smile. “I portaled to Sea’cra, that took some doing, and then caught a ship to Tarlton where my father wanted me to make some contacts. Then I continued on to Doria”
“You know how to use the old portals?” the boy said his eyes wide again, and he moved away from the young knight of gray.
“Not me, my father has a working one in the basement of his house and my brother Valary can make it go to some places,” said the Jon. “That was the first time I’ve used it. Val said he didn’t know any reliable ones further south so he sent me to Sea’cra instead.”
“Oh, said Sorus. “I’ve heard people talk about Sea’cra but it’s way, way north. I know about Doria too, that’s the City of Spiders and they have spider wizards that can cast spells that suck out all your juices just like spiders can.”
“Well,” said Jon an indulgent smile on his face. “Actually the city is filled with ancient towers dating back to the Old Empire and there are all these walkways between them so that when you see it from a distance it sort of looks like a spider web.”
“And these spider wizards,” went on the boy apparently oblivious to Jon, “They worship an eight legged woman who lives in the darkling lands. And they have fangs just like spiders and can spin webs from their… you know.”
“I’m not really sure there are any spider wizards actually,” went on Jon.
“And when they get married and have babies the women have dozens and dozens of little spider babies instead of a real person!” said Sorus his voice rising in excitement.
“If that was true…,” started Jon but was interrupted by the excited boy yet again.
“I even heard they eat their own young if they aren’t promising enough as wizards so only the really evil ones survive!”
“I guess that could be,” said Jon with a shrug of his shoulders. “How far away from that village of yours have you ever been?”
Sorus suddenly seemed to hear something Jon said and stopped his chatter to think for a moment, “I guess I’ve only really been in Black Dale mostly, although once I went with the brew master to Black Roost when I was a kid.”
“It’s a big world out there,” said Jon Gray now almost completely dressed. “Why don’t you let me give you hand filling up those kegs and we’ll head back to town. You can tell me who is important and who isn’t, does that sound fair?”
The boy nodded his head almost mechanically and then seemed to shake off his dazed expression. “I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry!”
Jon grabbed one of the small kegs from the barrow in each hand and walked them over to the river where he uncorked them and dunked them in the water.
Sorus did the same with the keg he was holding but used both hands and the weight of his body to push the thing under water so that it began to fill. The gurgling sound of the water as it flowed into the kegs filled the air for a few moments but then, when his was full, Sorus hauled it out of the water with some effort and stoppered it. He bent at the knees and put his arms around the barrel to get it up on his shoulder before he straightened his legs and slowly walked to the barrow. By the time he managed to roll it off his shoulder and carefully onto the wheelbarrow he found Jon Gray standing next to him one barrel under each arm and with a gay smile on his face. “What’s that bird there?” he asked apparently not even aware of the weight of the kegs, and pointed, with his chin to a small bird with a black band around its yellow feathered neck.
“That’s a Sandgrouse, I think, a yellow throated one they call it,” said Sorus as he looked at the bird for a moment. By the time he turned around Jon already had two more kegs at the river and pushed them under with an easy motion. Sorus grabbed the last keg and rushed over to join him. “You don’t have to do all the work,” he said and pushed his own barrel under.
“Who is in charge of that village, you called it Black Valley?” said Jon as the water gurgled into his kegs.
“Black Dale,” said Sorus his own keg filled quickly in the fast running river. “This twelve month it is Sir Thorius Brokenhand. He’s all right I guess but a bit of a blowhard,” continued the boy and suddenly looked around. When he saw they were alone. “Kind of a complete blowhard mostly but Thaddeus says most of the Brokenhands are that way.”
“Right, right,” said Jon Gray as the water filled up his kegs and he hauled them out of the river. “You guys have a whole naming thing. You’re Sorus Brewer because you’ll never be a knight just a commoner, right?”
“I could be a knight,” said Sorus and then after a pause a look of determination crossed his face as his jaw tightened and his lips came together. “I will be a knight. Anyone can be a knight if they do something heroic. I’m going to be a Coppercoin! Then maybe I’ll even do something so great I’ll get my own name!”
Jon looked at him with a half-smile and nodded his head. “I’m not sure what all that means, Sorus, but if you can be a knight by doing something heroic I’m sure you will be.”
Sorus suddenly felt himself blush like when he spoke to one of the prettier girls in town and he wanted to do something to impress this boy who was a year or so older. “Coppercoin is the name a commoner takes if he gets knighted.”
“Really,” said Jon with a smile. “So you get assigned a name when first knighted?”
“Well,” said Sorus as he loaded the last barrel into the wheelbarrow and then bent down to grab it by the handles.
“Here, we’ll each take one handle, are you right or left strong?” said Jon and leaned down with him.
“Are you really a lord’s son?” asked Sorus as they each grabbed a handle and began to wheel the laden barrow back to town.
“My father is the Gray Lord,” said Jon, “that just means he’s sort of in charge in Tanelorn but I’m not a lord or anything, just a gray knight, but that’s about the best thing you can be if you live in the gray city.”
Sorus looked at the huge warrior’s gray cloak and then at his gray eyes, “Is everything gray in Tanelorn?” he asked.
Jon Gray laughed out loud again and Sorus once more found himself laughing along although he wasn’t exactly sure what was so funny. “No, no. My father is a bit of a fanatic about neutrality. Gray is half way between black and white, good and evil, right and wrong, blah blah blah, blah blah. He’s always telling me to avoid the extremes and find middle ground but mostly he just gets mad at me and says I’m headstrong and young. My sister says I’m the stupid one of the family.”
“I have a sister like that,” said Sorus. “Is she older or younger?”
“That,” said Jon with a shake his head, “is the bane of my existence. You wouldn’t think twelve minutes would make that much difference but…,” and then he shrugged his shoulders.
“Mine’s older too,” said Sorus and reached up to clap Jon on the shoulder.
Jon reached over and put his arm around the lad and the two walked towards town together as they pushed the laden wheelbarrow along. With a look back the tall lad pursed his lips and whistled, a moment later the trotter appeared from a small copse of woods and followed them into town.
Chapter 2
“Here he comes,” said a small girl of about ten years and poked an older girl who had the same dark red hair and orcish jawbone common to half human half orc children. “Shia loves Sorus, Shia loves Sorus,” she chanted as the two jumped out from behind a tree. The older girl carried a bucket filled with water and began to walk down the narrow path as she pretended she did not see the boys with the wheelbarrow.
“Shut up, Rhia,” she whispered with a narrow eyed glance at her little sister.
“Who is the other one?” said Rhia and stopped to gaze at the man so much taller and broader than Sorus. “He’s tall and handsome!”
Shia stopped as well and pretended to notice the duo for the first time, “Oh, hello there, Sorus,” she said and lifted her head so that her nose was slightly elevated, “Off fetching water, brew boy?”
Sorus suddenly stopped and let go of the handle of the wheelbarrow which caused his half to fall to the ground.
