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.Twisting in the saddle, the mysteriarch caught hold of his son'sjaw with his hand and jerked the boy's face upward.His grip was painful;Bane's eyes filled with tears."You will answer promptly any question I put to you.You will do my biddingwithout argument or back talk.You will, at all times, treat me with respect.I do not blame you for your lack of it now.You have been around those who didnothing to command it, who were not worthy of it.But that has changed.Youare with your father now.Never forget that.""No," whispered Bane."No, what?" The grip tightened."No, father!" Bane gasped.Satisfied, Sinistrad released the boy, rewarding Bane with a slight wideningof the thin, bloodless lips.He turned back to face forward, ordering thedragon on.The wizard's fingers left white indentations on the boy's cheek, purplishmarks on his jaw.Thoughtful, Bane was silent, trying to rub away the painwith his hand.His tears had not fallen and he blinked them back from hiseyes, swallowed those in his throat."Now, answer my question.This Limbeck is leader of a rebellion.""Yes, father.""And so he could be useful to us.At the very least, he will provideinformation about the machine.""I made drawings of the machine, father.""Did you?" Sinistrad glanced behind him."Good ones? No, don't take them out.Page 190 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThey might blow away.I will look them over when we reach home."Hugh puffed slowly on his pipe, feeling more relaxed.Whatever the wizard wasplotting, Limbeck would provide him information and access to the Low Realm.But Haplo.Try to figure that one.Unless he just came along by accident.No.Hugh gazed at the man intently.Haplo was teasing the sleeping dog, ticklingits nose with its tail.The dog sneezed, woke up, looked around irritably forthe fly, and, not finding it, went back to sleep.Hugh thought back to theirimprisonment on Drevlin, to the riveting shock he'd experienced seeing Haplostanding beside the grille.No, Hugh couldn't imagine Haplo doing anything byaccident.This was by design, then.But by whose?Hugh's gaze shifted to Alfred.The chamberlain was staring into nothing, hisface the face of one who walks in a waking nightmare.What had happened to himin the Low Realm? And why was he here, other than that the kid wanted to bringalong his servant? But Bane hadn't brought Alfred, Hugh remembered.Thechamberlain had tagged along of his own accord.And was still tagging."And what about Alfred?" Sinistrad asked."Why did you bring him?"The mysteriarch and his son were nearing the edge of the firmament.The bergswere becoming smaller and the distances between them farther apart.Ahead ofthem, sparkling in the distance, shining through the ice like an emerald setamidst diamonds, was what Sinistrad said was the High Realm.In the distance,behind them, they could hear a ragged cheer lift from the elven ship."He found out about King Stephen's plan to have me murdered," Bane answeredhis father, "and he came along to protect me.""He doesn't know more than that?""He knows I'm your son.He knows about the enchantment.""All the fools know about it.That's what made it so effective.They were sodelightfully aware of their own helplessness.But that wasn't what I meant.Does Alfred know you manipulated your parents and that idiot Trian intothinking that they were the ones responsible for casting you out? Is that whyhe came?""No.Alfred came because he can't help himself.He has to be with me.He's notsmart enough to do anything else.""It will be handy to have him with you when you return.He can verify yourstory.""Return? Return where?" Bane looked frightened.He clung to his father."I'mgoing to stay with you!""Why don't you rest now? We'll be home soon and I want you to make a goodimpression on my friends.""And on mother?" Bane settled himself more comfortably in the saddle."Yes, of course.Now, hold your tongue.We are nearing the dome and I mustcommunicate with those waiting to receive us."Bane rested his head against his father's back.He hadn't told quite all thetruth about Alfred.There had been that strange occurrence in the forest, whenthe tree fell on the boy.Alfred thought I was still unconscious, but Iwasn't.I saw.Just what it was I saw, I'm not certain.Up here, I'm sure tofind out.Perhaps, someday, I'll ask father.But not now.Not until I learnwhat he meant about "returning." Until then, I'll keep Alfred all to myself.Bane nestled closer to Sinistrad.Hugh dumped the tobacco out of his pipe and, wrapping it carefully in itscloth, placed it snugly against his breast.He'd known all along he was makinga mistake coming up here.But he couldn't help himself.The kid had ensorceledhim.Hugh decided he could, therefore, quit thinking about his options.Hedidn't have any.CHAPTER 48NEW HOPE, HIGH REALMGUIDED BY THE MYSTERIARCH AND THE QUICKSILVER DRAGON, THE CARFA'SHONPage 191 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsailed through the magical dome surrounding the High Realm.Elves, humans, andthe Geg pressed their faces against the portholes, staring out at themarvelous world below them.They were dazzled by the extraordinary beauty,awestruck by the magnificence of what they saw, and each reminded himselfuneasily just how powerful were the beings who created these marvels.Withinseconds they had left behind a world of frozen, glittering ice and entered asun-warmed green land with a shimmering rainbow-hued sky.The elves shed the fur coats they had donned to combat the frigid cold.Hughdumped the charwood out of the brazier into the firebox.The ice began to meltfrom the ship, pouring off the hull, falling to the ground below them likerain.All hands not directly involved with the flying of the ship gazed in wide-eyedwonder at this enchanted realm.There must be water in abundance, was almosteveryone's first thought.The ground was covered with lush vegetation, talltrees with green leaves dotted a landscape of rolling hills.Here and there,tall pearl spires stood against the sky; broad roads crisscrossed the valleysand vanished over the ridges.Sinistrad flew before them, the quicksilver dragon streaking like a cometacross the sun-drenched sky, making the graceful dragonship seem lumbering andclumsy by comparison.They followed his lead, and ahead of them, on thehorizon, a cluster of spires appeared.Sinistrad aimed the dragon's headtoward this location, and as the elven ship drew nearer, all on board saw itwas a gigantic city.Hugh had once, during his days as a slave, visited the capital city ofAristagon, of which the elves were very justly proud.The beauty of itsbuildings, which are made of coralite molded into artistic shapes by skilledelven craftsmen, are legendary.But the jewels of Tribus were common paste andglass when compared to the wondrous city that lay glistening before them-ahandful of pearls scattered over green velvet with an occasional ruby orsapphire or diamond set among them.A silence of profound awe, almost reverence, filled the elven ship.No onespoke, as if fearful of disturbing a lovely dream.Hugh had been taught by theKir monks that beauty is ephemeral and all man's work will come to naught butdust in the end.He'd seen nothing yet in his lifetime to convince himotherwise, but now he began to think maybe he'd been wrong.Tears ran downLimbeck's cheeks; he was constantly forced to remove his spectacles and wipethem off so that he could see.Alfred appeared to forget whatever innertorment he was suffering and gazed out on the city with a face softened bywhat one might almost call melancholy.As for Haplo, if he was impressed, he didn't show it, other than evincing amild interest as he stared with the rest of them out the porthole.But then, Hugh thought, scrutinizing the man carefully, that face of his nevershows anything-fear, elation, worry, happiness, anger [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Twisting in the saddle, the mysteriarch caught hold of his son'sjaw with his hand and jerked the boy's face upward.His grip was painful;Bane's eyes filled with tears."You will answer promptly any question I put to you.You will do my biddingwithout argument or back talk.You will, at all times, treat me with respect.I do not blame you for your lack of it now.You have been around those who didnothing to command it, who were not worthy of it.But that has changed.Youare with your father now.Never forget that.""No," whispered Bane."No, what?" The grip tightened."No, father!" Bane gasped.Satisfied, Sinistrad released the boy, rewarding Bane with a slight wideningof the thin, bloodless lips.He turned back to face forward, ordering thedragon on.The wizard's fingers left white indentations on the boy's cheek, purplishmarks on his jaw.Thoughtful, Bane was silent, trying to rub away the painwith his hand.His tears had not fallen and he blinked them back from hiseyes, swallowed those in his throat."Now, answer my question.This Limbeck is leader of a rebellion.""Yes, father.""And so he could be useful to us.At the very least, he will provideinformation about the machine.""I made drawings of the machine, father.""Did you?" Sinistrad glanced behind him."Good ones? No, don't take them out.Page 190 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThey might blow away.I will look them over when we reach home."Hugh puffed slowly on his pipe, feeling more relaxed.Whatever the wizard wasplotting, Limbeck would provide him information and access to the Low Realm.But Haplo.Try to figure that one.Unless he just came along by accident.No.Hugh gazed at the man intently.Haplo was teasing the sleeping dog, ticklingits nose with its tail.The dog sneezed, woke up, looked around irritably forthe fly, and, not finding it, went back to sleep.Hugh thought back to theirimprisonment on Drevlin, to the riveting shock he'd experienced seeing Haplostanding beside the grille.No, Hugh couldn't imagine Haplo doing anything byaccident.This was by design, then.But by whose?Hugh's gaze shifted to Alfred.The chamberlain was staring into nothing, hisface the face of one who walks in a waking nightmare.What had happened to himin the Low Realm? And why was he here, other than that the kid wanted to bringalong his servant? But Bane hadn't brought Alfred, Hugh remembered.Thechamberlain had tagged along of his own accord.And was still tagging."And what about Alfred?" Sinistrad asked."Why did you bring him?"The mysteriarch and his son were nearing the edge of the firmament.The bergswere becoming smaller and the distances between them farther apart.Ahead ofthem, sparkling in the distance, shining through the ice like an emerald setamidst diamonds, was what Sinistrad said was the High Realm.In the distance,behind them, they could hear a ragged cheer lift from the elven ship."He found out about King Stephen's plan to have me murdered," Bane answeredhis father, "and he came along to protect me.""He doesn't know more than that?""He knows I'm your son.He knows about the enchantment.""All the fools know about it.That's what made it so effective.They were sodelightfully aware of their own helplessness.But that wasn't what I meant.Does Alfred know you manipulated your parents and that idiot Trian intothinking that they were the ones responsible for casting you out? Is that whyhe came?""No.Alfred came because he can't help himself.He has to be with me.He's notsmart enough to do anything else.""It will be handy to have him with you when you return.He can verify yourstory.""Return? Return where?" Bane looked frightened.He clung to his father."I'mgoing to stay with you!""Why don't you rest now? We'll be home soon and I want you to make a goodimpression on my friends.""And on mother?" Bane settled himself more comfortably in the saddle."Yes, of course.Now, hold your tongue.We are nearing the dome and I mustcommunicate with those waiting to receive us."Bane rested his head against his father's back.He hadn't told quite all thetruth about Alfred.There had been that strange occurrence in the forest, whenthe tree fell on the boy.Alfred thought I was still unconscious, but Iwasn't.I saw.Just what it was I saw, I'm not certain.Up here, I'm sure tofind out.Perhaps, someday, I'll ask father.But not now.Not until I learnwhat he meant about "returning." Until then, I'll keep Alfred all to myself.Bane nestled closer to Sinistrad.Hugh dumped the tobacco out of his pipe and, wrapping it carefully in itscloth, placed it snugly against his breast.He'd known all along he was makinga mistake coming up here.But he couldn't help himself.The kid had ensorceledhim.Hugh decided he could, therefore, quit thinking about his options.Hedidn't have any.CHAPTER 48NEW HOPE, HIGH REALMGUIDED BY THE MYSTERIARCH AND THE QUICKSILVER DRAGON, THE CARFA'SHONPage 191 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsailed through the magical dome surrounding the High Realm.Elves, humans, andthe Geg pressed their faces against the portholes, staring out at themarvelous world below them.They were dazzled by the extraordinary beauty,awestruck by the magnificence of what they saw, and each reminded himselfuneasily just how powerful were the beings who created these marvels.Withinseconds they had left behind a world of frozen, glittering ice and entered asun-warmed green land with a shimmering rainbow-hued sky.The elves shed the fur coats they had donned to combat the frigid cold.Hughdumped the charwood out of the brazier into the firebox.The ice began to meltfrom the ship, pouring off the hull, falling to the ground below them likerain.All hands not directly involved with the flying of the ship gazed in wide-eyedwonder at this enchanted realm.There must be water in abundance, was almosteveryone's first thought.The ground was covered with lush vegetation, talltrees with green leaves dotted a landscape of rolling hills.Here and there,tall pearl spires stood against the sky; broad roads crisscrossed the valleysand vanished over the ridges.Sinistrad flew before them, the quicksilver dragon streaking like a cometacross the sun-drenched sky, making the graceful dragonship seem lumbering andclumsy by comparison.They followed his lead, and ahead of them, on thehorizon, a cluster of spires appeared.Sinistrad aimed the dragon's headtoward this location, and as the elven ship drew nearer, all on board saw itwas a gigantic city.Hugh had once, during his days as a slave, visited the capital city ofAristagon, of which the elves were very justly proud.The beauty of itsbuildings, which are made of coralite molded into artistic shapes by skilledelven craftsmen, are legendary.But the jewels of Tribus were common paste andglass when compared to the wondrous city that lay glistening before them-ahandful of pearls scattered over green velvet with an occasional ruby orsapphire or diamond set among them.A silence of profound awe, almost reverence, filled the elven ship.No onespoke, as if fearful of disturbing a lovely dream.Hugh had been taught by theKir monks that beauty is ephemeral and all man's work will come to naught butdust in the end.He'd seen nothing yet in his lifetime to convince himotherwise, but now he began to think maybe he'd been wrong.Tears ran downLimbeck's cheeks; he was constantly forced to remove his spectacles and wipethem off so that he could see.Alfred appeared to forget whatever innertorment he was suffering and gazed out on the city with a face softened bywhat one might almost call melancholy.As for Haplo, if he was impressed, he didn't show it, other than evincing amild interest as he stared with the rest of them out the porthole.But then, Hugh thought, scrutinizing the man carefully, that face of his nevershows anything-fear, elation, worry, happiness, anger [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]