The room filled with elite guardsmen, and they surrounded the Magistrates. Lord Purdun's troops outnumbered Olivio and his men more than five to one.
Magistrate Olivio dropped his long sword and rose to his feet. 'All right, Lord Purdun,' he said. 'We will do as you ask.'
The other Magistrates lowered their blades.
Purdun lowered his hands, letting the magical energies he held dissipate harmlessly into the air.
'Captain Beetlestone, please escort these men out of Zerith Hold. You can return their weapons when they are safely outside.'
'Yes, my lord,' said Beetlestone. He and his men collected the Magistrates' swords and began shuffling them out of the room.
As he left, Magistrate Olivio turned over his shoulder to look at the baron. 'I hope for your sake that you are right about this.'
'That makes two of us,' said Purdun.
An army of servants ran around the baron's sitting room, repairing tables and uprighting chairs. Liam lay on a long, richly appointed couch. Lord Purdun's personal healer hovered over him, poking at the wounds in his side.
Every time the pudgy, robed man pressed on a wound, Liam drew breath in through his teeth.
Lord Purdun paced along the wall, deep in thought.
The healer poked Liam one last time, then pressed both his hands against his side. Closing his eyes, the cleric whispered some words to himself. Divine energy flowed through the healer's hand, and Liam let out a huge sigh. The pain in his side slipped away, and Liam was filled with relief.
Getting up off the couch, Liam lifted his arm. There was no pain. And where there had been weeping wounds in his hip, ribs, and forearm, there were now just tiny, pink scars.
'Thank you ' he said.
The healer bowed, then turned and waddled his portly girth over to the half-giant who had succumbed to the strange yellow liquid. Shortly after the fight had ended, the guardian had awoken, getting back to his feet without a single word and returning to his place in the corner.
The healer examined him as Lord Purdun looked on.
After a moment the cleric shrugged. 'He appears to be in fine shape. It was probably nothing more than an alchemical sleeping draught.' The portly man turned to the baron. 'If I had to guess, I would say it's a common tool of the Magistrates. Much easier to subdue criminals if they are dead asleep.'
Purdun grunted his understanding then turned and walked over to Liam.
'You all right?' he asked.
Liam nodded. 'I think so.'
'Good.' He looked Liam in the eye and he cracked a smile. 'You know, I've never seen a man take on six Magistrates by himself before.' He started to laugh. 'Either that was the bravest thing I've ever witnessed-or the stupidest. I'm not sure which.'
Liam performed a shallow bow. 'At your service.'
Purdun smiled and slapped Liam on the arm.
'My lord,' said Liam. 'Do you think the king will do as you've asked? Even after we sent his Magistrates home in such poor shape?'
'Well' said the baron, pondering for a long moment. 'I don't honestly know. He probably wouldn't believe me. This whole story is starting to sound too unimaginable.' Purdun shrugged. 'But no matter what, we're under a lot more pressure now. Shyressa has put her plan in motion. The appearance of the vampires just before a visit from the King's Magistrates is no coincidence. We must be vigilant. If we are not, it will likely cost all of us our lives.'
Chapter 22
The Royal Herald of Erlkazar pushed open the double doors to King Korox's throne room. When he reached the middle of the round woven Zakharan rug that dominated the center of the room, he bowed as he had thousands of times before.
'My lord, King of all five baronies and the Kingdom of Erlkazar,' said the herald, 'I present to you Magistrate Olivio.'
King Korox lowered his goblet of wine to the table beside his throne and sat up straight. Olivio had returned early. This matter was going to require a smooth and diplomatic hand. His sister was going to be none too happy with him for having apprehended her husband.
Korox grunted. Purdun was going to be none too happy with him for apprehending him. But they were old friends. They had been in the Crusaders together. Surely he would indulge his king and close friend.
Through the door Magistrate Olivio entered. He walked across the round room, bowing in the center of the rug as was customary, then continued to approach the throne. Officers in the King's Magistrates were the only soldiers in the kingdom allowed to approach the throne without first being given permission. It was they who were charged with keeping the laws of the land. It was their steel that kept the king safe from assassins and power- hungry nobles from other lands. If he couldn't trust them, who could he trust?
As Olivio came near, King Korox noticed that the man's face was battered and bruised. He also appeared to be walking with a slight limp.
The king stood up. 'What happened to you? Were you ambushed? Where's Purdun?'
Magistrate Olivio shook his head. 'No, my lord, we were not ambushed. We were bested by Lord Purdun and his guardsmen. The baron did not accompany us back. He is holed up inside Zerith Hold.'
'What!' shouted the king. He was fuming. 'He disobeyed a direct order from my Magistrates?'
Olivio nodded. 'Yes, my lord. He did.'
'Did he deny the accusations?'
Magistrate Olivio shook his head. 'No, my lord. Baron Purdun acknowledged that the vampires had indeed returned, and that they were causing problems in Ahlarkham. He further acknowledged that there was a group of revolutionaries stirring up the locals.'
'And he still refused to be escorted to Llorbauth?'
'Yes, my lord. He said that if your highness was indeed worried about the reappearance of the undead causing a peasant uprising then you should be sending troops to aid him, not to bring him in.'
King Korox scratched his chin. 'I see. Did he say anything else?'
'Yes, my lord. He said that taking him out of Ahlarkham was an attempt by the vampires to get him out of the way so that Ahlarkham would be leaderless during an all-out assault.'
'What is your opinion of all this, Olivio?'
The Magistrate thought for a moment. 'My lord, his story is far-fetched.'
'Yes it is. But Purdun is not the type to exaggerate or to make things up.'
'That is my opinion of Baron Purdun as well, my lord,' replied the Magistrate.
King Korox turned around and lifted his still-full goblet of wine off the table. Lifting it to his lips, he downed the entire thing in one large gulp. Wiping his face with the sleeve of his robes he turned back to Olivio.
'All right. Prepare the rest of the Magistrates,' he ordered. 'And bring me my armor. We march to Ahlarkham.'
The trip back to Duhlnarim was long. The Broken Spear was in the habit of traveling discreetly, which suited Ryder's purposes. He was close to returning. The journey had begun. He had waited this long; he could wait a few days longer.
