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УWe should hope that we meet nothing but the trees and the snow. But there are some outlaws here who are more honest than you or I, men driven to the refuge of the forest by Prince Jaspin and his thieving rascals.Ф This was spoken with a quiet defiance which Quentin could easily apprehend. However, there was something else in the dark manТs tone that he could not guess. УIf we chance upon anyone in this wood pray that he serves no lord but the Dragon King,Ф Theido continued. УI am not without reputation among such men.Ф
УPerhaps the snow will keep them inside today,Ф Quentin observed. Yet, even as he spoke the clouds overhead showed signs of scattering. The last few flakes drifted down slowly.
УYes, perhaps. Although, a traveler is a welcome sight these days. Many who once traveled abroad on business have taken to hiring armed escorts, or banding together in the hope that numbers alone will daunt the robbers. Most avoid the forest altogether, and those lucky enough to pass unharmed are nonetheless marked well. You, my young friend, were very lucky to have escaped notice thus far. Were you not afraid?Ф
УI did not know they had become such a serious problemЧ these robbers.Ф
УNews does not travel to the mountaintop, eh? The gods and their servants care not what takes place in the world of men?Ф he laughed strangely. УMensandor is besieged by trouble; once-honest men turn upon one another; innocent blood is shed by day. These are grave times.Ф
УI had not heard ... ,Ф replied Quentin, as if to defend himself. Although from what he did not know.
УI suppose not. Maybe it is better that wayЧinnocence is a gift. Who knows, you might never have volunteered for such an errand if you had known what lay ahead.Ф
At last, with only an hour of daylight left, the forest began to dwindle, becoming more sparse and open. Then quite unexpectedly the two riders were free of it. And there, across a broad valley cut through by a deep, narrow stream, rose the soaring battlements of Askelon.
The KingТs stronghold sat upon the crown of a hill glittering in the fading light. Its tall towers commanded a view clear to the horizon and could in turn be seen for miles in every direction. With the crimson evening light behind it, the mighty fortress loomed dark and menacing, itself a fantastic dragon curled upon its stone couch. Quentin shivered in his saddle. Long had he dreamed of this sight; now he was seeing it.
УThey say this castle is the oldest thing upon the land made by men,Ф said Theido. УOf all the ancient wonders only Askelon survives. King Celbercor, when he came to this country, laid the cornerstone himself. It was not finished until a thousand years later. It will house fifty thousand fighting men, and horses for half that number; there is not another fortress made by man that is its equal. It has weathered siege upon siege and war upon war. Those walls stood when our fatherТs fathers were babes, and they will stand when we are dust in our graves.Ф
УHas it never been conquered?Ф
УNever, at least not from without, not by force. But intrigueЧthe fighting withinЧhas laid many a king low. Even those great walls cannot stop deceit.Ф
The two descended the gentle slope of the hill and splashed quickly across the stream. Already the last light of day failed them. But lights were twinkling in the village that crowded close beneath AskelonТs protective ramparts. As they moved closer the great dark shape above them became lost to the night, a mountain vanishing behind a shadow. The lights showing rosey from the windows drawing nearer with every step threw warm light upon the snow. Quentin heard voices from within the houses they passed, and occasionally the yeasty smell of hot bread would meet his nostrils or the tang of meat basted over an open hearth fire. Suddenly he felt very tired and hungry.
УWill we go to the Queen directly?Ф
УNo, I think not. Tomorrow will be soon enough. I want to find out how things sit at court these days. It has been some time since I was here.Ф He paused, reining up his horse so that Quentin could draw abreast of him. He spoke in a lowered tone, УTonight, you are my nephewЧif anyone should be curious. Speak only if spoken to, and say nothing about the Queen or the King to anyone at all. Watch me at all times, do you understand?Ф
Quentin nodded quickly. УAll right, then,Ф continued Theido in a more relaxed voice, УHow about some supper?Ф
Quentin glanced up and saw that they had stopped outside an inn of some size. A weathered sign hung over the door which bid travelers welcome, and it sported the painted likeness of someone or something Quentin could not quite make out.
As they dismounted, the door burst open and a short man in a short tunic and pantaloons with a white cloth wrapped around his bulging middle came bustling forward. УWelcome! Welcome!Ф the man chirped. УSupper is just being laid. If you hurry you may yet find places at the board! Quickly now! Never mind, IТll take care of your horses.Ф
УVery kind of you, Milcher,Ф said Theido with a chuckle. УYouТre as blind as everЧyou donТt even know who it is youТre dragging in out of the night. Nor do you care!Ф
УWho is that? Is that Theido?Ф The man came closer and peered into the tall travelerТs face. УYes, of course. I knew it was you. Recognized your voice. Come in, come in. Too cold out here to be wagging the tongue. In with you! In with you both!Ф He took the reins from their hands and led the horses away behind the large, rambling structure. УHurry now, supper is just being laid!Ф he called out as he disappeared around the corner.
Theido and Quentin stepped up to the entrance and as Theido shoved open the broad door he placed a hand on QuentinТs shoulder. УRemember what I told you.Ф He laid a long finger to his lips. Quentin nodded with a furtive smile.
УYes ... uncle.Ф


FIVE

THE ROOM was loud with voices raised and the clink of pewter ale jars. Smoke from the candles upon the table, from torches on the wall, and from the improperly-drafted fire in the huge fireplace filled the low-beamed room. The scene was at once jolly and reckless, boisterous and enthusiastic. Quentin found himself grinning heartily not ten steps inside the door.
Theido propelled them both toward a long table standing just a few paces from the hearth. Contrary to what Milcher had insinuated, there were plenty of places at the table; most of the guests were taking liquid nourishment this evening. But the innkeeper had been rightЧthey were just in time. No sooner had they settled themselves upon the rough bench at a further end of the table than platters of steaming food appeared. The heaping plates of meat and vegetables and several kinds of bread and cheese were served by a stout woman with a ready smile and red cheeks and a thin, gawky boy who lurched clumsily as he smacked the pewter plates down. УCareful, Otho!Ф called the woman amiably. УYouТve had your supper, now let these fine gentlemen eat theirs in peace.Ф
The comical pair retreated to the kitchen then, only to reappear at frequent intervals to pester the diners with more food and drink. УEat!Ф the woman scolded. УEat, eat, eat! Please! YouТre not eating!Ф
As the diners finished they left the board to others who sat down in their places. Theido and Quentin, at TheidoТs command, ate leisurely and with slow deliberation. TheidoТs watchful gaze swept over the roistering scene, alert to any hint of discovery. But even his quick eyes failed to see a small, dark man appear at the door like a shadow and slink into a darkened corner. The spy left moments later, undetected.
After a while Milcher, the busy little proprietor of the inn, stepped around to see how hisТ newest guests were accommodated. УYou will be staying the night with us, I trust?Ф he asked.
УYes, you have us at your mercy,Ф replied Theido with a grin.
УGood. I thought soЧI have already stabled your horses for the night. But whoТs this?Ф he exclaimed, noticing QuentinТs benevolent stare. УI donТt think youТve introduced me to your friend, Theido.Ф He beamed down upon the boy with a face red from running on his endless errands.
УHavenТt I?Ф said Theido casually. УWell I thought you knew. This is my nephew, Quentin.Ф
УOh, of course! I knew it all along, didnТt I? But my, so big already. HasnТt he grown.Ф With that the little man was off again buzzing like a bee in some other corner of the noisy, crowded room.
УLet us hope no one else takes an interest in my family life tonight. Milcher can talk more than any twenty women. I would rather our little visit was known by as few as possible.Ф
УYou think someone might be looking for us?Ф The thought had just occurred to Quentin.
УIt is likely. Whoever killed Ronsard, or had him killed, must know by now that the secret he carried did not die with him. Although we cannot be sure. Maybe they did not know about the message.Ф
УYou mean he was not attacked by outlaws?Ф
УNo, lad. Or, at least not altogether. Outlaws may have been hired for the deed, but they would scarcely have gone up against a KingТs knight without better reason than his purse. Even an outlaw values his life more than that, I think. No, it was probably someone who knew what he carried, or suspected his mission.Ф
УPrince Jaspin maybe?Ф The intrigues of court were new to Quentin, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to them. His quick mind leaped ahead to all sorts of possible collusions, a fox in a yard of plump chickens.
УMaybe. It would not be the first time he has used others for deeds he would not do himself. But I think there is some otherЧ I cannot say why. I feel it here.Ф He pointed to his stomach. УAnd now, if you are well stuffed we might as well be off to bed. We must still find a way to guarantee our private audience with the Queen tomorrow.Ф
Milcher returned and bustled them off to their room where his wife, the jolly, red-faced woman, had laid aside the bed clothes of a high sturdy bed. A smaller, more portable pallet had been placed near the fireplace which warmed the apartment. The chamber was square and plain, but private and cozy enough. There was no window, a feature Theido had requested.
УSleep well tonight, good guests. Sleep well!Ф said the innkeeper, closing the door to their chamber and tip-toeing quietly away.
УI should just loosen my belt if I were you,Ф warned Theido, as Quentin, seated on the edge of the pallet, began pulling off his tunic. УTonight we must be ready for anything.Ф
Not far distant, high up on the hill in Askelon castle, a candle burned low in a spacious and richly appointed bed chamber. The floors were of white marble and the walls hung with exquisite tapestries depicting the occupantТs favorite pastime: the hunt. A magnificently carved table spread with a vast cloth of dark blue embroidered with thread spun from silver supported a surface littered with maps and scrolls of parchment. At one end of the domed roomЧfor it was the uppermost chamber of the east towerЧa crackling fire burned brightly in an ornamented fireplace overhung by a heavy oaken mantle carved with the crest and blazon of a previous resident.
A melancholy figure sat hunched in a great chair with a high back and wings on either side to keep off the draft which seeped through the old castle walls. The chair, more a small throne, was drawn near the fire, but its tenant seemed to draw neither warmth nor comfort from the dancing flames. Instead he stared dejectedly into the blaze, with a tall horn cup of wine, untasted, in his hand.
Prince Jaspin scarcely stirred when the sound of a sharp rap reached his ears from the outer door of his private chambers. A breathless chamberlain presently returned with the news that a certain knight wished audience with him. Upon learning the manТs name, Prince Jaspin exploded.
УSend him here directly, you old fool! I have been waiting days to hear his news and you keep him cooling in the corridor like a side of beef. I should have you flayed!Ф
The chamberlain, well accustomed to his masterТs fits, did not hear what was said in his absence, leaving at once to bring this most desired visitor before the angry Prince.