Aldren had Mirgan sit next to him at the table.  As soon as the others had taken their places, he got their attention.

“Friends, we were trying to decide what to do about the siege against the dwarf kingdom.  One of my younger captains brought to my attention a plan of action that I find might suit our purpose.  Mirgan, will you give us your thoughts.”  He then motioned for Mirgan to stand and speak.

Mirgan started to speak. While he had been present for the entire conference, he had spent his time being in awe of the leaders.  When these men had gathered, each representing his race, the import of these talks had sunken in.  They were about to impart on an action that would probably divide the kingdom and cost the lives of many men.  His voice was shaky at first but gained strength as his confidence grew.  “My lords, when I was growing up in the village of Archer’s Point, I was vastly outnumbered by the other children.  Together as a larger force, they could easily beat me.  I learned that if I could work against them piecemeal - keep them separated as it were - I stood a much better chance at surviving.  When the forces were even, I could hold my own.

My idea was this; instead of attacking them with just the numbers we have, we lay seige to their own seige.  We would cut off their supplies, and attack their patrols, taking out a few of their men at a time then slipping away.  Without supplies, they will soon become demoralized.  They will become fearful of everything around them.”

Valelael spoke up.  “How do you know that they will start to become fearful?  Wouldn’t they just start tracking our men and cut them down?”

“My Lord Valelael, that is where the priests of the new religion will work in our favor.  I have heard their sermons.  They fill their followers of tales of demons that are waiting for them if they do not follow the priest’s commands.  They are fearful of the elves as being the greatest evil of the lands.  They will be afraid of coming after us in the dark even if their commanders tell them to do so.”

“But that is not the way our race fights.  We have always done battle out in the open waiting for daylight.  It does not seem right.”  This came from one of Aldren’s other captains, Morlock.

Aldren took up for Mirgan at this point.  “We are vastly outnumbered as it now stands.  The company that set out from the tower was just for a council, not for battle.  I believe that Mirgan’s plan might work to keep them busy and reduce their numbers until we can bring our strength from the Tower.” 

Morlock once again objected.  “It still doesn’t seem right. It seems unmanly to sneak around and attack when they don’t expect it.”

“You would rather have our forces cut down to a man?  If we had the numbers to at least assure a good battle, we might do as you suggest.  But until then, I cannot send my troops to a certain death just because we have done it that way for years.”

Morlock sat back down and digested what Aldren had told him.  As an old soldier, he could not forsake tradition. However, this idea would save lives and that was the objective.  He would have to think about this one for a while.

Murdaek then spoke up.  “We can survive for a long time, longer in fact than the king’s troops.  We have access to and from the keep so we will not be of want for anything. However, it would be an advantage to have fewer troops sitting in front of our doors.  And those that remain would be more demoralized.  Then, when reinforcements from the other strongholds arrive, we will let them into the first hall and the enemy will not stand a chance.  If any survive, they will carry back the tale that attacking anyone in the free lands is bad business.”  Then he gave out an evil chuckle.  “Yes, this could be of great advantage.”

Aldren had one final thought before they adjourned council.  “We need to send people to the other settlements of our kin to let them know of the situation and see if they are willing to join us.  We have done this and already have a positive response from almost all that we have contacted.  But we need to be united across the land.”

Murdaek decided to send two of his dwarves out directly.  He did ask for and received provisions from the elves so they did not have to return to the keep.  They planned to leave at nightfall and be well away before the dawn.  Valelael adjourned to do the same.

For his part, Aldren sent Morlock and one other of his party to make for the tower and call out the troops.  Three others were sent into the country surrounding them to raise the alarm that the war was finally starting.  When all had been dispatched, those remaining started to plan the harassment and demoralization of the king’s troops.

Before they were to leave to start the siege, Aldren made one request of the Elvish council.

In the light of the full moon, the entire elf village gathered under the blanket of the night.  Under a great tree in the center of the settlement, the elders stood in line with old Belwin in the center.  She wore the silken robes of the high holy person in the village.

Facing the elders were two people.  The elf was clad in the finery that would have befitted a woman of high honor in her clan.  Upon her brow was an adornment of intricately woven silver shaped like leaves and flowers that represented the land.

Beside her stood a half-elven man.  He was tall in the red and black tunic of the lost clan.  Upon his head was no adornment since the crown of that clan was lost in time.

Belwin spoke to the couple as well as the crowd.  Her voice was strong and even those at the outer edges of the crowd could hear her words.

“Hear me all who have gathered.  Before the council of Elders stands two who wish to become bonded in the ancient customs of our race.  Ameni, elf of the North Woods Clan and being the last of that clan has consented to be bonded in the flesh and spirit to Aldren of the lost Dragon Clan.  Their claims of kinship have been accepted and it is the will of this Council of Elders that this bonding be completed.”

She removed from an intricately carved metal case a strange stone.  It was a little smaller than her palm and flat much like a wheel but thin on the edges.  As she placed it in the center of Aldren’s upturned hand, it began to glow.  Ameni’s hand was then placed over Aldren’s, capturing the stone between their palms.  A cord of red silk was wrapped in the prescribed fashion around their wrists and hands binding them together.

As Belwin started to recite the rest of the ceremony, both participants began to glow in a soft light.  It continued to grow in intensity.  By the time Belwin had finished the incantation, it had grown to such power and brilliance that those near had to shield their eyes.  They were surrounded by an incandescence that engulfed them and then shot like an arrow into the heavens, piercing the night sky as if to find its way to the very moon.  As it reached the stars, the base of the pillar of light moved out from the couple and expanded out across the settlement in a rapid movement.  The crowd felt the rush of power like a wave of warm air pushing against them as it passed them. 

From far away, but rapidly moving closer came a deep booming sound, much like if a dozen thunderstorms had moved on top of each other.  Around the shaft of light the bodies of the dragons of Melagon were illuminated.  Their wings shimmered in the brilliance as they danced in an aerial display that had not been seen in many an age.

Their voices combined to bring a fitting chorus for the couple, the female voices higher providing a haunting refrain to the male’s brassy bass line.  The effect was startling as well as frightening to those in attendance.  Even the doubters could now see the evidence of the legends coming true and they started to believe that the times of change foretold so long ago were now at hand.

In a final bow to the kinship they were honoring, the dragons made a final pass at tree top level, their ranks splitting around the shaft of energy.  As they wheeled skyward, the light started to dissipate until there was only a shimmering halo surrounding the couple.

When it had dissipated as well and the crowd had recovered from the event, they saw Aldren and Ameni were still standing there, hands clasped with the cord hanging loosely around both their wrists.  The stone had disappeared from between their palms, leaving an impression that was there from then on.  The scars were the shape of the stone with the edges fanning outward in rays like those of sunlight coming through the canopy of the forest.

The crowd was still silent as Belwin removed the cord.  She then turned to the Council and asked, “Is there any doubt among you now?”

The rest of the Elders shook their heads.  For all the bondings they had presided over, this was the first that had ended in such a display.  It had been written about in ancient scrolls, but only among the very powerful in magic.  And even then what was described was nowhere near what they had just witnessed.  

The couple, after bowing to the Elders and the crowd that witnessed the ceremony, walked hand in hand toward the house where they had been staying.  Their lives were now forever entwined even beyond the threshold of passing.  Never would they be apart in spirit and their bonding was the bringing together two into one entity, bound body and soul.

Many leagues away, in the Tower of the Guard, Kal-Angarr noted that the stars in the night sky were blotted out by the wings of many dragons as they returned from the south.

He had felt a tremendous drawing of power from the elements just before the shaft of white energy had pierced the heavens startling those who lived in the tower bowl.  Now with the dragon’s return to their homeland, he could feel the magic dissipating as well.  

The guards on duty were puzzled and not a little fearful, but the ancient one just gave a satisfied smile as he went down to assure the sentries that all was well.  Tomorrow would be soon enough for explanations for the rest of the residents.  For he knew now what was foretold, has come to pass. His Lord and Lady were now truly bonded, as it was meant to be.

A sevenday later, Aldren’s small company moved out under the cover of darkness. Midway to their destinations, the group split.  The main force, led by Aldren and Rangar, moved toward the siege force.  Ameni led the other, smaller group, at her request.  This group planned to move with as much stealth and speed to where they knew the king’s troops were crossing the river with supplies and men.  Even with all their speed, they took three days to find the exact spot.

The king’s men were lax in their rear guard.  Thanks to their arrogance, along with their belief in their own invulnerability, they had left no guard behind them.  As far as they knew, any resistance would be in the northern part of the lands.  They had the peasants around here terrified and were sure that no one would dare to rise up against them.

Of course, this worked in Aldren’s favor.  Ameni’s troop had just made camp when the scouts returned to say that a supply train was heading across the river and would be within range in an hour or so.  Plans were quickly laid and the troop moved out.

The leader of the supply train was in a foul mood.  He had been ever since he had drawn this duty.  He had no one to blame but himself.  That dalliance with his Captain’s sister had cost him dearly.  Now he was stuck shuttling supplies to the troops that were involved in the siege against the dwarves.  If those little devil’s spawn had given up like they should have, he would be back in the warmer climes in the south.  They had to know they could not win, and now the orders were to kill every being in the keep.  The problem was they had not found a way into the keep as of yet.  Every rush toward the doors had been met with a hail of arrows that had cost the troop many men.  The catapults had done nothing more than scratch the outer surface.  They could not get close enough to try the doors, even in the middle of the night.  

Now, the court in the King’s palace was getting impatient.  If something did not happen soon, there would be severe reprimands handed out.  At least he could take joy in the thought of the captain getting what he earned.  He might even get the promotion that he deserved then.

Riding at the head of the column of carts, he was the first to spot what at first was a vision.    Stand off the trail was a woman dressed in what looked like battle gear but it was a strange design.  A single woman standing in a field of tall grass, this could be fun.  He had used to enjoy the women for hire until that damned head priest had banned them and had any who disobeyed the edict, beheaded.  Now was his chance to get rid of his frustration.

Ameni stood stock still in the field the wild grasses and plants were close to waist high on her, but it provided cover for the men who were crouched down, lying in wait.  The front of the column was less than a half league away when she lifted her hand.  “Halt!  These lands are now closed to you and the men of the King.  Turn around and your lives will be spared.”

The leader stopped and stared at the woman.  Who did this wench think she was?  He had 15 soldiers with him and none would dare to cross him.  He signaled for the men to dismount the carts and come to him.  He would show this elven slut (for he had recognized her race when he was close enough) just what he thought of her edict about not passing through.

What he didn’t recognize was the peril he and his men were in until it was too late.  They found both archers and soldiers surrounded them with swords drawn and pointed in their direction.

Ameni then spoke again.  “We will allow you to leave and go back to where you came from.  Any troops crossing the river will be captured or killed.  Tell your superiors that the lands north of the river are now free and under the protection of the alliance of the free races.”

The leader knew he was trapped, but he also knew that it would also be death to admit that they were stopped by a bunch of rag-tag men.  After all, everyone knew that there was no resistance that could withstand the power of the king’s troops.  Drawing his sword, he started to move toward Ameni.  The Elf motioned to the archers to let him come.  Before he could lift his sword, he lay dying on the ground, his sword arm removed at the elbow and his chest sliced open.

The rest of his men just stood in shock.  For the most part, they were smart enough to know that they would stand less of a chance than their leader.  They dropped their weapons and moved back as ordered.  A small group escorted them to the river and allowed them to cross.

Ameni knew even though this first skirmish had went smoothly and with no injuries, that this was the opening gambit of what could become a long and bloody war.  The council had discussed this and it had been decided that there was really no other way to continue the way they had in the past.  She knew that she would see many of the men (and women) she had come to care for, die.  But such was the price of freedom.  More than that, it was for the survival of her own race and the other races that lived in this world.

Many leagues away, Aldren and a dozen archers were sitting outside the boundaries of the garrison’s encampment.  They had already begun their campaign of terror and saw it was having the predicted effect.  The first couple of nights, when the men who were supposed to be on guard duty were missing at the change, it had been thought they had deserted.  Then within the next few nights, when the more seasoned troopers were out and they too went missing, the commander started getting nervous.  When one of them was found the next day pinned to a tree with his own sword, the guards were set in pairs.  This had little effect on the killings, and it was getting harder to convince the men to pull that duty.

The captain sent a group out to find who was doing the killings, but they had found nothing.  The men were now attributing the disappearances to demons that the dwarves had summoned to destroy them.   The front lines had not been able to advance on the stronghold of the dwarves and now his forces were being whittled down from behind as well.

He had sent out a courier to the main stronghold of the king, but he was not sure if he had made it or not.  Damn the God that the new priests claimed, this assignment was to have been fairly simple.  Slaves were needed in the mines in the South.  It should have been easy to capture and dominate these lesser creatures.  Even with the legends of the dwarves being dangerous as enemies, his leaders had assured him that they were unfounded.

Things were going very badly, and now the supply carts were long overdue. That is if who or what that was decimating his troops had not captured their supplies as well.   If things did not start turning in their direction, they would lose this campaign and with it, his head.  Suddenly, there was the sound of a near panic in the camp.  Coming out of his tent, he found a man who had been on guard duty standing inside a circle of soldiers.

“I’m telling just what I saw.  There was a warrior standing near some trees.  I went to investigate and he started glowing.  His sword looked like it was a shaft of flame coming from his hand.  The Captain can run me through, but I am not going back out there.”

The captain did indeed run him through as soon as he got within sword range.  He practically screamed at the men surrounding him, telling them the man had cracked under the strain.  Then, he sent them off to their tents or their duties.  This was getting out of control.  When the supply carts showed up, he would send one of them back with a request for reinforcements.

It was only a week since the night that Aldren had revealed himself to the guard.  It had worked better than they had expected.  The entire garrison was close to panic.  And his troops from the tower would be arriving the next day.   One of Murdaek’s dwarves was waiting to lead them into the keep the back way.  In three days, the counter attack on the garrison would begin.

In the meantime, Aldren and Ameni met up with Vabryn who had rode ahead of the main group.  They gave him the layout of the land and just how they would be attacking from the front.  The men in the rear guard were to contain the enemy.  Then Aldren left with Ameni and Mirgan.

Before parting though, Mirgan asked to talk with Vabryn after the battle was over.  The young man’s demeanor had changed to the older captain.  Vabryn wondered about it but put it into the back of his mind.  For now, there were scouts to listen to and plans to make.

The day of the battle arrived, dawning with the promise of a bright cloudless sky.  As the men manning the front lines gaped in wonder, the great doors that led into the keep opened.  Murdaek strode out with Aldren, Ameni and a small group of dwarves.  In his strong voice, Murdaek called for the Captain of the garrison to come forth.

The captain was summoned and moved within speaking distance to the small group.  Sensing that he had finally won the siege, he was arrogant when he spoke.

“So you have finally decided to come crawling out from your hideout and surrender?”

His smile faded when Murdaek spoke.  “We, the dwarves, elves and free men, have decided to give you one last chance to live.  Depart now and you will be spared.  If you or anyone else who wishes to destroy or enslave the people of the lands across the river returns, they will not be offered the same mercy that you have received.”

The captain’s face turned crimson in his rage.  He stepped back from the small group and turned to his archers to cut them down.  He opened his mouth to give the order, but stopped mid sentence when he looked at the faces of his men.  Twisting back around, he saw the reason for their fear.

Both of the huge gates had opened completely and out poured the entire population of dwarf warriors.  Just behind them were a couple hundred fully armed humans.  What should have been surrender had turned into a battle where the numbers were just barely in his favor.

The archers, both dwarf and human loosed a volley that took out many of the front line troops.  Aldren advanced gathering the power of the elements with every step.  Behind him, the banner of the Dragon Clan was unfurled along with the colors of the Tower.  Both sides advanced and when they clashed, the battle was on.

As bloody as it was, the battle was fairly short lived.  Within an hour, the king’s troops were retreating toward the river where they met up with Vabryn’s troops.  With their escape blocked, the troops decided to make a fight of it.  The battle finally ended when the Captain was killed by Murdaek’s axe.  Those remaining surrendered and were taken to the ford and sent across the river with instructions that the lands north of the river were now free and they were never to return in arms.

The wounded were taken into the hall of the keep where the healers of both races were waiting.  Dulca was there and tended her son who had taken a stroke against his shield arm.  She stitched him up as detached as possible, but there were tears of concern in her eyes.  When she listened to the man who brought him in about the role her son had played, first in the planning and then in the battle itself, she was also filled with pride.

Mirgan spoke with her about Kiran as well telling her that they would be bonded in the future if luck was with them.  When she was done, he stood and bowed to her saying that he had to speak to one of the other captains.

He found Vabryn sitting against the trunk of an old ash tree.  His head had a linen bandage and he looked tired.  “Captain, may I speak to you now if you feel up to it?”

“Please do young captain.  Lord Aldren has told me about how you came up with the idea to demoralize the enemy and keep them busy until we could arrive.  I must agree with a mind like that you deserve the promotion.”

“Thank you, sir.  But I wanted to talk to you about my mother and your interest in her.”

Vabryn started to speak, but Mirgan held up his hand.  “I know you now to be a man of honor and one who would treat her with the respect that she deserves.  I also know what you must feel for her since I have now tasted those feelings for myself.  What I am trying to say is that as the eldest male member of our family, and knowing what tradition means to her, I give my blessings for you to bond with her if that is your wish.  Since she is fully human, the bonds of the elves are not in force.”

Vabryn then looked at the young man.  “I have talked with Dulca about this and when she told me that she followed the old traditions, I had meant to speak to you.  I am glad you came to the decision and that your blessings have been given.  For I have never felt toward a woman as I do her.  Now come and share this skin of wine that I carried through the battle with me.  And tell me about the woman that captured your heart.”

Aldren found the two enjoying the wine and laughing as they discussed all matter of things.  “I see that the two best captains I have made it through the battle alive.  Then they sit down in the field of victory and share a skin of wine without offering me any.”

Mirgan had the skin in his hand and hastily offered it to Aldren who took a long drink and handed it back with a grin.  “When you two finish that skin, get yourselves to the main hall of the dwarf’s keep for some food and rest.  Tomorrow we will plan what is to come.”

Aldren continued on his way toward the keep and to a bed to rest.  Tomorrow would be here too soon and much would have to be decided.

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Ralahur was pacing the halls of the King’s palace.  Things were not going at all like he had planned.  For years now, he had been able to control the kingdom.  The old king had been in favor of tolerance of all the lesser races.  Thus, he had been careful of any plans that crossed those rules.  Instead, he had gathered like-minded men into his group.  A long drought had helped his cause since he had been able to parlay this event into an action of his God as punishment for not obeying the tenets.  

Now, he was hearing reports that those fools that inhabit the northern part of the kingdom had revolted.  Added to this, the self-proclaimed prince, Isray, had laid claim to the areas around the wastelands to the East.  Isray’s followers were raiding the outposts of the king and talking the populace into rebellion.  But he wasn’t a real threat as of yet.

The news from the north was far more troubling.  There had always been resistance there, but it had come to his attention that there was one who had laid claim to all lands beyond the Rimdalt River.  Normally this would not be a problem, but his spies had reported that he was trying to unite all the races.  The disaster of the siege against the dwarves was proof that he was succeeding.  But more troubling were the reports from the battlefield.  The appearance of a banner that the spies had never seen before.  And those that fought under this banner were unstoppable.  He discounted the tales of a warrior surrounded by flame decimating those before him as fear of the survivors.  Nobody had that sort of power any more.  But he had to find a way to crush this alliance and destroy the ones that were forming it.

Ralahur strode toward his chambers.  He had to learn more about this new enemy.  Most of all he had to find a way to defeat him.

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The figure in the darkness moved slowly.  His dark hooded robe blended into the mists of the falling night, concealing him from any eyes that might be looking his way.  After the defeat of the king’s troops lately, they had become much more aware of their vulnerability.  They were fearful of night attacks and would not go out in groups of less than twenty men.  

It was not so much the traitors now, but the common villagers that were rising up against them.  Troop after troop would go into a village to collect the tribute for the king only to be met with armed resistance.  Even the priests didn’t have the enough influence to demand obedience from the peasants.  The few times that orders had come through to destroy the villages that defied the king were costly since the villagers would fight to the last man and the neighboring villagers would harass the men almost all the way back to their barracks.

The council had decided that it was becoming too costly in personnel to continue the terror tactics.  Since the king still maintained control south of the great river, there was an uneasy truce between the warring factions.  The traitors had held to the word and had yet to cross the river.

But now, the cloaked figure had to make it across and on to the northern side.  He sighed, knowing that he could find no excuse to stay where he was, and he moved from the safe cover of the trees and to the riverbank.

He made it to the water’s edge and started to walk carefully along the bank.  He was picking his way along slowly because he didn’t want to alert the guards above him by falling into the water.  He paused several times to listen for the sounds that would mean that he had been discovered missing.  

But the sounds he feared did not appear. He finally made it to the place he had been searching for.  The river had dug a hollow into the bank under the roots of the great trees above.  Inside the alcove was what he had been seeking.  It was a crude raft just slightly longer than he was tall and about half the width of his outstretched arms.  Made of saplings lashed together, it was crude but would serve the purpose.  Stripping off the cloak, he revealed a short sword strapped to his back.  He then stretched out onto the raft and arranged the cloak over his back to help in his concealment.

Using his forearms as paddles, he moved out into the river.  He quietly steered his craft at an angle toward the far shore.  He let the slow current carry him further away from the camp, he was aiming for a spot where he had stored clothing and weapons a month or more before.

It took longer than he had hoped for to make the journey, but he finally felt the bottom of the river against his arms.  He slipped over the edge of the raft and crawled up the bank pulling the raft with him.  The slope of the bank in this area was much more gentle and it was an easy task to drag the raft into the woods.  Then he took stock of just where he was.

He had drifted further than he had wanted to.  This meant that he had to move back up stream a couple of leagues to find his cache.  It was now the darkest part of the night and he was chilled from the night air against his soaked clothing.  This fact made him move even quicker and he was soon moving in a northeastern course, picking his way around the boulders and fallen trees.  He was soon feeling the warmth of his exertion, and he figured he would make the small cave where his supplies were cached just before the false dawn.  He would try and sleep a while before he continued on his mission.

The sun was up just over the treetops when the traveler moved from his refuge.  He found the trail he wanted and headed out at a slow trot that would eat up the leagues.  He hit the main road about mid morning and found the traveling much easier.  He was sure to make the meeting place before sundown.

As the sun was touching the tops of the hills, he came upon what looked like a farmhouse.  After checking around for unfriendly eyes, he moved across the open field and knocked on the door.  A few low words were spoken, and he slipped into the door.

Inside the one room was a stone hearth where a fire was burning low.  With the exception of the bed in the corner, the only other furniture in the building was a table with benches along its sides.  These were filled by four men that had turned to look at the stranger that had entered.  Two more men were standing against the wall.  All bore the symbol of the Tower of the Guard.  One of the men that were sitting at the table smiled up at the traveler.

“Good to see you alive, Peryn.  When you had not arrived when expected, we were afraid you had been captured.  We were going to give you until tomorrow night before we left.”

Peryn moved over to the fire to warm himself.  The wound that he had received in his first battle still ached, and it was made worse with all the walking and running he had done.  “It is good to see you too, Captain Uskar.  I was wondering if I would be able to get out this time.  I knew I had to get this information to Lord Aldren as soon as possible, so I took a chance that they would not give too much notice of a priest coming and going.”

“I am sure Lord Aldren will be most anxious to hear from you as well.  He should be back to the tower by now.  You need to rest tonight and tomorrow, you can ride.  There are stations all along the route for you to get a fresh mount.  It will still be a sevenday’s ride, but you can’t get there faster.  Now, have something to eat and give us what news you can tell.”

Peryn gratefully accepted the bowl of hot, thick stew that one of the other men had offered him.  He talked as he ate telling them of the general conditions and the morale of the king’s troops.  Soon though, his fatigue overcame him and he stretched out on the bed, falling asleep within minutes.

The next morning, Peryn was up at daybreak.  He packed some bread and dried meat for a meal while he was out on the road.  One of the other soldiers that Peryn did not know volunteered to ride ahead with him while the others went about their patrols of the area.  He saddled and mounted up and turned the horse along the road that would lead them to the Tower. 

The first day they made good progress.  There were stops close enough to allow them to change horses often enough that they could keep a hard pace throughout the day.  The lands around this part of the road were well populated and the farmers in their fields would often wave as they cantered by.  That night they arrived late at an Inn and stopped for a few hours rest before continuing.

The next evening, they were into areas that were less populated.  They had slowed the pace in order to conserve the horses.  There were now stretches where they would not see signs of another living creature for hours on end.  Since the pace had slowed, Peryn found the new man wanting to talk.  Ranem, for that was his name, was talkative enough, but Peryn noticed that he did not reveal anything of his life for all his words.  Peryn spoke of his past, but would not reveal just what he had learned in the enemy camps.

The sun had gone down a few hours before but the moon had not risen far enough to illuminate the forest.  The pair stopped at the roadside to rest the horses and to try and eat something out of the pack.  Peryn thought his mount was favoring his left foreleg so he lifted the gelding’s leg so he could look at the hoof.  It was dark enough that he was not sure if he could tell anything or not, but he had to make the effort.  He found a sharp rock that was digging in and using his knife he dug it out.  He was straightening up from the crouch when he felt a sharp pain in his back.  He fell forward and struck his head on the hard ground.  Then everything went dark.

Ranem moved forward when he saw that Peryn did not move.  He pulled the short knife from Peryn’s back and wiped the blade clean on his victim’s cloak.  His first assignment and he had succeeded.  He knew he had to get back to report to his commander.  He didn’t know what Peryn had found out, but he could be pretty sure that the man lying in the dirt before him had not told anyone else either.

The assassin mounted his horse and turned to move back the way they had come.