for the awakening of Tharizdun. It would be a double blow then, the satisfaction of personal scores settled being secondary to the lessening of the ability of the nethersphere to achieve its malicious ends.
'Come on, Gord! We'll freeze here soon. What's wrong?'
He realized he had been standing, lost in thought. 'Sorry, Chert. I was considering strategy, more or less. You're right, though. I can't stop for that sort of thing now. Tarrying is death. Let's climb up and see what's in store for us next.' And he again shot his friends his boyish grin.
Although his eyes did not laugh, the three with the young champion understood and smiled as well, each hefting his own weapon as he did so. Come what may, they were four men who together would face and overcome anything that was thrown at them, or else they would lay down their lives in the trying. 'On the count of three?' Gellor called out.
'Agreed,' Gord replied.
'One!' shouted Curley.
'Two!' the big hillman boomed immediately.
'Three!' Gellor cried as he hopped up to the surface.
They were in a warm, green-lit forest glen. It was, in fact, a druidical grove, and all four of them were standing upon the smooth altarstone in the center of three rings of standing stones. There was a crowd of the faithful there, too, and the circle of faces showed shock and surprise at their sudden materialization atop that holy place.
'Gord, what are you doing here?' The question was from a female voice. Gord recognized it instantly, even before he turned to face its owner. She was Evaleigh, the Baroness of Ratik — the first woman Gord had ever loved. She was here!
Chapter 11
Lord Nelbon, Gellor recognized the beautiful woman just as quickly and as happily as Gord did. The troubador was a nobleman of Nyrond, just as was Evaleigh's father. Count Dunstan of Blemu. In his service to the crown, Gellor had traveled often the lands of the Count, seen the pretty little child grow into a lovely girl and even a more beautiful woman. It had been his intervention that had brought Gord, who was then Evaleigh's lover, from the count's dungeons on the pretext that the young thief was actually a secret agent and captain of Nyrond's king.
How would Gord react now? Gellor wondered, then dismissed the question. The real issue was, how had the four of them come to this place? A place somewhere in or near Ratik was a long step indeed from the quasi- dimensional places where they had been hunting the malign demonurgist.
'Our apologies for this unseemly intrusion, Lady Ratik,' Gord said with utmost aplomb, giving a courtly bow as he spoke. Then he sprang lightly down from the stone block. 'We were brought here by sheer mischance, and no sacrilege is involved.'
'Most assuredly, lady, most assuredly!' Greenleaf said as he too hopped off the altar and signed to make pardonable the transgression that he and his associates had committed. The nature priest who was evidently officiating at the ceremony that the appearance of the four had interrupted recognized Greenleaf as a fellow druid and saw the little ritual of asked-for forgiveness that the half-elf had silently performed after vacating the hallowed stone block.
The All-In-All will accept with understanding,' the druid said to his fellow. Then something clicked in the tall man's mind; that was evident from the play of emotions across his face as he stared at Curley. 'I… I… beg your forgiveness. Great Harmoniousness. To have one of such exalted standing in my humble grove…' He let his words trail off as he wrung his hands and looked hopefully down at the bald, rotund little man, for the fellow had recognized Greenleaf as a very, very high druid indeed.
Just at that same moment. Lady Evaleigh called out, 'And you too, Lord Gellor?'
That caused the tall nature priest double anxiety, for Gellor's was likewise a well-known name in these parts. Who might the other two be? The baroness had recognized the small, gray-eyed man first. Could he be of greater station than even the Great Harmony named Greenleaf and the renowned nobleman of Nyrond called Gellor? The druid decided to take no chances, so he addressed the rest of the visitors as a group. 'And to you also, gentle lords, I extend my sincere pardon, and that of those faithful here gathered in celebration of the coming of Midsummer this night-'
'Midsummer?' The demand came from the one-eyed bard. 'Did you say Midsummer?'
'Well, of course, I…. Yes, your lordship. Tomorrow is Midsummer's Day, none other; and naturally we…' Again the druid lapsed into silence in mid-speech, for Gellor had turned away with shock on his face.
'We have been trapped for the better part of nine months,' he said to the three who now faced him. Gellor's face was as pale as ash. 'Such time, such time lost. Surely we are undone.'
Dire as those words were, Gord could not help but believe that his comrade spoke true. So long a period would certainly have allowed the dark foes to have done their worst, free of serious challenge from the only force capable of opposing them. He, Gord, had tried and ultimately failed. But… no! This place was not In despair, overrun by the forces of evil, groaning under the yoke of slavery and degradation. The young adventurer turned directly to Evaleigh, ignoring the rest of the assemblage. 'Good Baroness, Lady Evaleigh, we have been absent from this world for a considerable span of time and have just now returned — as you yourself witnessed. Tell me, pray, what of the great battle between Evil and Good? Has the Ultimate Darkness made headway?'
'Darkness?' Evaleigh's pretty face showed incomprehension. Then her lilac-hued eyes widened, and understanding was plainly written in them. 'Oh, you mean the evil deity, the one they name Tharizdun.'
'That is exactly the one I mean!'
'There is a great temple under construction in his honor in our capital,' Evaleigh said. 'This last spring there was great rejoicing amongst those who serve the netherspheres — and a great deal of bloodshed between them, too.'
All four of the men gathered closer to her, unbelieving. The baronial husband of Evaleigh was not present at the grove, but various knights, officials, attendants, guards, and servitors were thronged nearby. So, too, other groups of petty nobles and their entourages, and many other folk from the surrounding area, had come to honor the druidical festival. The grove was very large, the glen and rings of stones of moderate size. Perhaps three hundred or more people were there.
As the adventurers came near, Evaleigh's knightly retainers and guardsmen moved to Interpose themselves, half-drawing swords or aiming crossbows as they did so. 'Hold, sirs! Guards!' Evaleigh ordered. 'These are noblemen of great standing. They may approach as they will!' There was a little grumbling among the cavaliers, but the matter was settled.
'I fail to understand, lady,' Gellor said slowly. 'It seems we have been too long out of touch. Although this is not a meet place for such, I beg your Indulgence. Will you favor us with an account in detail?'
'Of course. Lord Gellor,' Evaleigh said with a smile so sweet it would win any heart. 'Those dark-lings who honored the Abyss and demonkind were taken to task by the rest of those who give service to the netherspheres. With them were strangely garbed clerics, priests of the newly risen deity Tharizdun. After much rioting and fighting amongst themselves, the demon-lovers were either slain or converted. There is now a general amnesty. The old temples dedicated to such as Orcus and his ilk are being torn down or simply abandoned. All the darklings now swear allegiance to Tharizdun.'
'I am not hearing right!' The exclamation sprang from Gord's lips before he could prevent it. 'Well,' he quickly added, 'you are in a far better position to know than I. But the great one of All Evil — surely he has brought blood and suffering to our world!'
'Not that I have noticed, Gord — Sir Gord.' Evaleigh hastened to add, seeming a little flustered at using such familiarity before the crowd there listening. 'We collect and pay out from and to fewer of the nether sects. Tharizdun's priests have demanded and received recognition and a place in our council and those elsewhere, I assume. But blood? Only that of the demon-servers. Suffering? Nay. The ones obedient to Tharizdun seem to have quieted evil doings, stopped much of the activities which those of other persuasions objected to, and brought reason and order — reason which goes beyond those formerly convinced of darkling principles. I have heard that many folk are actually converting to service of the one you call 'All Evil.''
