have. You best pretend that he isn’t. He was spelled years ago and fights like a demon, don’t be fooled by his stature. Be sure to instruct your men as well to hold their tongues, we don’t need any of our guys killed because of a stupid remark. Treat him as a friend and he will do so in kind. Mock him and he will hand you your head.”
Stone thought that no little person could best him but of course magic always complicated things, cheating as far as he was concerned. “I’ll leave at dawn.” He started to head out, but he paused and then turned back to face the king. “Your majesty, what do you suppose it’s like to be a ghost?”
The king thought about it and had wondered that very same thing on occasion. “I have no idea, but I guess we’ll all find out one day. And don’t tell Alexa you’re going. She can’t take Abby with her and I don’t want to hear her crying for a week.”
The handsome knight shook his head at the thought of it. “The baby or Alexa? I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep it a secret, but I’ll try. She wants to know every detail about everything. You know I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t tell her and if something happens to me you’ll never hear the end of it.”
The king nodded knowingly. “Yes well, it’s for the best.”
Berhtram flew in once again, landing on the king’s shoulder, taking the time to examine Stone as he was handed yet another piece of bread.
A silence ensued as Stone stared at the bird. “Your majesty, will Alexa one day be queen?”
The king nodded. “I imagine so. And you know what that will make you.”
Stone scrunched his eyebrows and slowly shook his head at the thought. “It’ll make me sorry, that’s what it’ll make me.”
Darius laughed. “Stone you’ll be an honorable king and you know it. You could leave all the ruling to my daughter if you like.”
Stone grunted.
Stone left early the next morning under a grey sky, taking two archers with him Obed and Merrill. Obed was so tall that he made his horse look small, and although Merrill was short he had huge powerful arms that looked almost too big for his body. When they were about a mile out Lance joined the group; a rugged looking knight that could fight like the devil, dispatched by the king as he was anticipating trouble, seemed like there was always trouble brewing these days. The idea of a lasting peace appeared to be unsustainable.
It took the four of them three days to reach the base of Mount Ikwadinawoe, and that was with taking a portal that shaved several days off their journey. It was late evening when they arrived and although the sun had not yet set they decided to make camp and ascend in the morning. There was a dirt road that led up the mountain that had been created by magic some years ago, cutting a road all the way around the mountain to the top. Beautiful purple flowers with white insides were along the road, even pushing their way up through the snow at higher elevations; they couldn’t be cut or pulled and once a year they spit out round red seeds that would dry out and float off into the wind. Sorcerers were responsible for strange things here and there, some seemingly with no reason to them, curiosity made for some bizarre experimentation, especially early on in the life of a wizard.
Stone looked up at the dark clouds foreshadowing the rain that was sure to come as they commenced to set up the tent, and sure enough before they were finished they were under a downpour and in no time thoroughly drenched.
“The rain couldn’t have held off for a little while longer,” Merrill complained over the sound of the loud precipitation.
Lance liked the sound of rain, at least from inside. “It’s really coming down hard.”
Stone smirked. “I hadn’t noticed.”
In the morning, the rain had moved on and they started up the mountain, seeing large sections of rock that had been burrowed into since the last time Stone was here. A long day of
Benjamin Blech, Roy Doliner