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From: Guido Roessling <dida@pu.informatik.th-darmstadt.de>
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Subject: STORY: QELRIK part 86
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Date: 19 Sep 1995 13:25:01 -0400
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The Outing
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By the time Fox finished eating her fill, Sir Percy had made a second,
larger pot of stew. There was little left in the first pot by the time Fox
had eaten. She was bone-tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but
she didn't want to leave her horse much longer. Not that she cared much
about the grey gelding, but all of her gear, travelling papers,
safe-conduct passes and bank notes were on the horse, hidden in various
compartments in the large saddlebags.
She stood regretfully, checking the hang of Mindseeker on her belt and
removing the now-empty back scabbard where she had carried Gernodt's
sword. "If you'll show me that passage to the surface, Percy, I'd
appreciate it."
Dahlarin turned from where he had been watching Gernodt. "You're not going
back out there," he said simply. "There are too many orcs and . . ."
A bark of harsh laughter escaped Fox; the laugh was totally without humor
and almost savage. "You, wizard," she snarled, "have no right or call to
tell me what I can and cannot do." She flung the back harness into a
corner, below a series of petroglyphs depicting some kind of procession.
Dahlarin blinked in surprise, but his eyes narrowed. "So be it," he said,
his voice even and quiet. "I'm just concerned about your safety."
"I'll just bet," Fox said under her breath, barely audible.
"Don't spare a second thought for the lass's safety, old son!" Percy
interjected, plopping a wide-brimmed, plumed hat on his head. "Seeing
you've got things well to hand here, I'm going to escort our lovely
friend."
"He's not my friend, and I don't need your help," Fox said tartly.
"Help? Help never crossed these lips." He checked to make sure his rapier
and dagger were in place. "I merely wish to stretch the old gams a bit.
Besides, I know the fair countryside here, every rock, root and
ladyslipper! There are some lovely ladyslippers here, too -- rare, I tell
you! Think of me as your guide, what?"
Fox pressed her lips together hard in irritation. Her head already ached
badly enough without Percy's constant chatter. Fox had never been long on
judgment, but even she knew when she was fighting a losing battle. Percy
would accompany her, whether or not she liked the idea.
"Suit yourself," she muttered.
"Capital! Now, if you will just step this way, my dear..." Sir Percy
addressed the rest of the company before he disappeared through another
opening at the far end of the chamber. "Help yourself to the food and
drink, lads, and rest as much as you like. Don't go on walkabout, though.
Dangerous things, further down, don't y'know."
* * * *
Sir Percy led the way through an entirely different set of passages all
twisting, turning, forking. Though she prided herself on a good sense of
direction she soon gave up on trying to figure out where exactly her other
companions were. And Percy wasn't helping matters by keeping up what
seemed to her to be a frenetic pace, though she thought to herself Percy
was probably going slow for her sake.
At one point, a passage opened into another huge chamber, much like the
one she had left the others in. One of the many side passages plunged
steeply down, and Fox noticed a cold, damp breeze coming from it. She
paused for a moment as she went by it, sensing something forbidding in its
depths.
"Tut tut!" Sir Percy admonished her and urged her on. "That's definitely
_not_ the path to take, what what? Come along, come along. Not too far
to go now."
Fox wanted to ask several questions about what she'd seen but there was no
time. Sir Percy was already nearly out of sight.
* * * *
Fox was enough in the bosom of Nocticula to feel the surge of peace and
power when she stepped from the caverns into the welcoming coolness of
night. It was near dawn -- she could smell the wakening day -- but for the
moment she relished the feeling. As they emerged from the caverns, she
closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the fresh night air and stretched.
"Breath of good air does put the spring in your step, what?" Percy said.
Fox frowned. Percy's smile was too knowing for her tastes. 'Bother,' she
thought, but chided herself for reading too much into his looks. She had
met him a scant hour before, after all.
"I didn't realize how stuffy the air was in those caverns," she said
feebly. Smoothing back her wind-ruffled hair, she stood, looking out into
the moonlit forest. "I left my horse by a small stream, about five
minutes' walk from the main pit area."
"What direction?"
Fox thought. "It was night. Moon was just rising. East, I think."
Percy nodded and gestured grandly. "Then this way, I believe. I say, I do
hope the orcies aren't on the prowl. They don't patrol out this way
much,though. The 'ghost' scares 'em away. Terribly superstitious lot,
what?"
"I'm a far-senser," Fox murmured. She closed her eyes for a moment, then
extended out her sense-net as far as she could manage without causing her
headache to worsen considerably. She was aware that the net was shaky and
probably not entirely accurate.
"Far-senser?" Percy asked as they began to walk.
"A . . . talent I was born with. I can sense things at a long distance.
Long enough so I detect them long before they detect me."
"A natural psychic! Gifted as well as lovely, I see!" If Percy noticed Fox
grind her teeth, he did not say anything. "I feared we'd be desolate of
any decent conversation, but now I see we may pass the time of the walk
with good talk and good companionship! And if you don't mind, at some
convenient time or other I'd like to run a few tests, nothing complicated
you understand, just a bit of something I've worked up with figures on
cards, that sort of thing."
Fox nodded painfully, secretly wishing she'd kept her mouth shut. Since he
was determined, though . . . "So, what are those ruins, anyway?" she
asked, hoping to start him talking about anything that had nothing to do
with newts and their many uses.
"Well, they certainly are a very curious puzzle, I daresay," Sir Percy
responded cheerfully. "Layer upon layer of this and that civilisation.
Conquerors east, west, north and south have all left their mark or other.
All manner of unexpected things to be found,what?"
There was something about the tone of his last sentence that suggested to
Fox that Sir Percy was definitely holding something back. She made a
mental note of it.
She glanced sidewise at him, noting the weapon he had. "I see you're
another rapier believer," she said dryly.
"Ah, yes! An elegant weapon, what? Each weapon has its advantages and
disadvantages, as well you know." He grinned. "Rest assured, I took no
offense at your earlier remarks about rapiers."
Fox tried her best to paint an uncomfortable smile. She found she didn't
particularly care whether she had offended him or not, but found it more
diplomatic to at least appear embarrassed.
They hadn't gone very far at all when Fox got wind of her horse.
And something else.
She stopped, tipping her head as if trying to listen to a sound only she
could hear and holding up a warning hand for silence. Her sword hissed as
she drew it from her scabbard.
"Looks like we'll find out if you're any good with that pea-sticker," she
whispered. "My horse is on the other side of that hill. So are . . .
three, maybe four orcs, right around the horse."
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