The Kingdoms of Hairpetah: The Quest to the Castle of Grislick

Copyright © 2015 by Chiedu Obusez.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1 Skulrock Mountain

Chapter 2 The Grand Duke Of Pillersville

Chapter 3 The Carnage In Ipsure

Chapter 4 The Company

Chapter 5 Two Before The Council

Chapter 6 Very Old Friends

Chapter 7 A Wizards’ Wisdom

Chapter 8 The Forest Of Miletos

Chapter 9 The Ethnarch Of Miletos

Chapter 10 An Unwelcome Guest

Chapter 11 The Great Wall Of Sagartha

Chapter 12 The Warden Of Drindini

Chapter 13 A Promise To Fight

Chapter 14 The General And The Ethnarch

Chapter 15 The Battle In The Tavern Of Millipede

Chapter 16 The Scapegoat

Chapter 17 The Rules

Chapter 18 The Dance Of Fire

Chapter 19 The Battle Of Esiluff

Chapter 20 The Revelation

Chapter 21 The Kingdom Of Rocsurdirth

Chapter 22 Swords Of Magic

Chapter 23 The Untold Secret

Chapter 24 The Meadow Rue

Chapter 25 The Growing Threat

Chapter 26 Assassins

Chapter 27 A Witch’s Plot

Chapter 28 The Dream

Chapter 29 The Prince And The Pytan

Chapter 30 The Board Is Set

Chapter 31 The Slow Row And Fast Trek Into Oblivion

Chapter 32 The Ancient Scroll

Chapter 33 The Bolt From The Blue

Chapter 34 The Bower Of Haegehzyer

Chapter 35 The Enemy At The Doorstep

Chapter 36 Bell The Cat: Phim Flies

Chapter 37 The Administrator Of Sadehsia

Chapter 38 The Fall Of Apacurh

Chapter 39 Redemption At Last

Chapter 40 Haegehzyer’s Moan

Appendix

DEDICATION

In loving memory of my father Cornelius Paul Obusez and my beautiful mother Teckla Oluyemi Obusez.

I want to thank Amanda Deweese, Emmanuel Obusez, Alero Sasore and Anthony Obusez for their love and support. I also want to include Peter Amponsah and Patricia Mabengo, Justino Ezeoke and Amos Ayodele for their belief in me. To God be the glory for without Him none of this would be possible.

INTRODUCTION

The creatures of the divine realm have all but been annihilated. The most potent source of power, the Light of Galaxsure, has its secrets scribbled upon an old scroll and now it is in the wrong hands. The balance of the natural order is threatened. The Kingdom of Sadehsia faces a deadly threat and they send their greatest general along with misfits to retrieve the old scroll. It’s a quest that is supposed to go fairly well until they reach their destination and confront the new owner of the scroll—a powerful witch. But things do not go according to plan and only bravery and determination can pull them out.

CHAPTER 1

SKULROCK MOUNTAIN

Two generations ago, the ruler of Sadehsia, King Jimahnor, banished three wizards from his kingdom. The young king had just assumed power after the death of his father and elder brother. He believed that the three wizards: Gadonum, Ferium and Tugstern, members of the Order of Tashifur, were deceitful in their ways. Even though Jimahnor was young, he understood that Sadehsia’s strength came not only from her army, but sorcery as well. He needed a wizard to occupy the helm of the Temple of Lemedow and thus be protector of the kingdom. King Jimahnor’s wise council informed him of a powerful and good wizard named Kansimah. Kansimah was quickly summoned to the king’s court, and after his meeting with Jimahnor, the wizard was given the position. A few years later, Kansimah created an order of seven wizards which he named the Order of the Pytan.

Gadonum, the Wizard of the Flame, hissed bitterly when he thought of Kansimah strolling about in the old halls of Lemedow. For many years, it had been on his mind to take back what was once his. And he knew that only a well devised plan could make his desires hatch into reality. That was why he began an elaborate plot many years ago which was now months from bearing fruit. Gadonum could taste it—the sweetness of victory. He had tried not to think about the possibility of failure, but when the thought rudely entered his mind his shivers were worse than they were on the mountain in winter.

Failure means certain death, Gadonum snarled as ran his fingers through his long lava-colored beard.

There were only two choices in which he could return to the Temple of Lemedow: if the king banished the current residents; or if the Order of the Pytan, on their own will, vacated Lemedow. Those were the only ways. And even if the latter was to occur, he was certain that the current king, Naeyhetor, grandson to King Jimahnor, would not elect his order to fill the vacancy. The solution he had finally agreed upon was to supplant the king and replace him with someone who would banish the current occupiers of Lemedow and summon his order to the court for a meeting. This was a difficult task, but there was one whom he felt could accomplish it—his guest from the south.

Gadonum’s eyes slowly fell on his guest whom had journeyed from the kingdom of Sadehsia to attend a secret meeting the wizard had called. The Sadehsian was crouched on the floor with his back resting against the uneven wall of a cave in Skulrock Mountain. His face was nearly buried in his thighs and a hood covered all of his head. His hands were clasped tightly together and the slightest movements in the cave made him quiver. It was strange because it was not autumn and the cold winds of the mountain had not yet arrived. Gadonum gathered that his guest was frightened. He wanted to assure his guest that it was going to be all right, but he spoke no comforting words. He had also wanted, in the past, to express to the Sadehsian how desperately he needed their plan to work, but he had thought it imprudent. If the Sadehsian had known his desperation, he feared, it would only be a matter of time before the weeds of gall begin to sprout and not far behind would be new demands. This was unacceptable to Gadonum because everyone participating in the plot against the Kingdom of Sadehsia was going to profit greatly. If everything worked according to plan, Gadonum was going to have his residence back, and the Sadehsian was going to be crowned king.

Gadonum was not the slightest concerned. Even though the Sadehsian, at the moment, resembled a mouse that was cornered, he had immense faith in him. His presence was as a giant’s among his kind. Whenever he spoke an audience of men often gathered and even kings listened. The Sadehsian was often by the side of King Naeyhetor and amidst the kings’ wise council. During meetings his guest would pick a side and debate fiercely. The fluency of his words combined with his wit always kept him ahead of those on the opposing view. Sweet were his speeches which were often doused in demagoguery and never once did they fail to sway those on the fence of an issue. In the world of the non-warrior man, he was indeed a giant.

Gadonum was clearly irritated because Haegehzyer, the Queen-witch of Gorrea was late for a secret meeting he had called.

If any aspect of Gadonum’s plan frightened him the most it was the inclusion of Haegehzyer. She was a powerful witch more cruel than cunning. Though Gadonum’s plan was going to give her what she desperately wanted, Kansimah’s journal, from the Temple of Lemedow, he felt that at any point she could betray him. He bit his lower lip and shook his head furiously. He was clearly appalled at his desperation—that he would need the help of a witch to fulfill his ambition.

But more irritating was that she was late for the meeting.

She is late. Gadonum sighed as he looked around the cave and barely saw Ferium and Tugstern stooped in the corner. The cave was dim. There was only one fire torch burning with a weak flame. The old wizard yawned and stretched his back to relieve some pain because he had been slouched over on a stool for half an hour. He was clad in a vermilion hoodless cloak that was tanned and coarsened. His pointy hat was at the moment, abandoned to the ground near his left foot but his staff was firmly in his hand.

Gadonum watched the other two wizards squabbling over a bag of newly minted gold coins. The bag of gold coins was an offering to the mountain wizards from the Sadehsian. Ferium and Tugstern had just finished counting the coins and put the bag of gold safely away, with the exception of one. Tugstern liked the feel of the coins and held one in his hand. He flicked it as he moved toward the mouth of the cave and looked up to the sky. Ferium joined him.

What a hideous night! Tugstern noted. He flicked the coin again into the air, in the direction of the heavens, and it twinkled with a golden spark, but the heavens did not reply. Dark clouds had filled the skies and covered much of its splendor. The crescent moon could not be seen along with the army of stars the night sky often boasted. The hazy horizon also added to the ugly night. There had been a powerful sandstorm in the desert earlier that had swept through much of Hairpetah.

Indeed, it is hideous! Ferium agreed, It’s a night for plotters and crime.

Where is she? Tugstern was also growing impatient. Is she going to honor this meeting?

She will. It is the way of Haegehzyer to do things on her own time, said Gadonum after a sneeze. Gadonum wiped his mouth with a small rag and with the same rag blew his nose. His eyes again fell on the frightened guest from the south. Gadonum had met the Sadehsian a few times in the past under similar circumstances and he had shown no fear. The Sadehsian’s eyes never flinched, not even when he gave suggestions to aid Gadonum’s brazen plot against Sadehsia. His will was resolute and unbending like steel. Nothing it seemed was going to stop him.

Haegehzyer. Gadonum muttered softly to himself and then shook his head again.

Only the Queen-witch of Gorrea could inspire such fears in the heart of a man like his guest. The Sadehsian was steel, but the Queen-witch was fire, and before fire steel often yielded.

The wind had steadily blown over the mountain with some entering the cave but suddenly everything became still. The Sadehsian for the first time in half an hour, lifted his head and turned first toward the mouth of the cave and then to Gadonum. His face was pale and the tears in his eyes made them gleam like a river in mid-day. He seemed to regret his decision to attend the meeting where the Queen-witch—the menace of the third age—would be present.

She is coming, brace yourselves! Gadonum’s words were mere whispers but they seemed to shake everyone in the cave off their feet.

Ferium and Tugstern left the entrance of the cave and moved closer to Gadonum who at this point had risen to his feet and worn his hat. All three wizards tightly held their staffs and quickly spoke a few words of protection.

Gadonum looked at the Sadehsian and barked at him, Keep your face covered, if you wish to protect your identity.

A loud frightening shrill filled the cave and the walls appeared to vibrate. Wild winds blew and put out the fire torch. Red smoke poured into the cave and settled in a corner. Words of terror were whispered into the ears of everyone in the cave and at that instant, she appeared. She was covered in an oversized black cloak with a deep hood. No patch of flesh from her body could be seen. The creature underneath the cloak in the corner seemed to have the frame of a woman but the presence was that of a fire breathing dragon about to burn them all to crisp.

The Sadehsian pressed his face harder upon his thighs, clinched tighter his arms that were wrapped around his legs and kept his eyes shut.

Welcome Haegehzyer, Queen of Gorrea! Gadonum said as he bowed. He was careful not to call her witch.

Greeting wizards of Tashifur. Haegehzyer replied coldly, Let us not waste time in pleasantries. There is much to be done. Then she sniffed a few times, and slowly turned her head to the corner where the Sadehsian sat. I smell the stale blood of Ruzgot. Is that the man from the south—the one who wants to be crowned king of Sadehsia?

It is indeed he, gracious queen. Gadonum said swiftly. He too looked at his guest whose tremble was now more visible.

Good. Let us begin then. She said.

Gadonum cleared his throat, took a step forward and spoke with a deep voice, With our magic, four of the five grand dukes of the kingdom of Sadehsia have been killed, now only one remains. The people of Sadehsia are convinced that the curse of madness that consumed both the kingdoms of Gorrea and then Azudehsia is imminent upon them. Fear grips all the five cities of Sadehsia and not even their wizards can offer a soothing remedy for their troubled minds because they too are bewildered. It is as a mystery to the people of Sadehsia as it was the Dentilian Race of Aquiaa, when they grew weak and weary and could find no reason. Like the kingdom of Azudehsia, before its destruction, Sadehsia experiences similar signs and events. When we kill their last grand duke and the king, the kingdom will certainly plunge into chaos. They all will believe in the false premonition of their demise and our plan to make the kingdom vulnerable from the inside would be fulfilled. So achievable even a scant army would find the kingdom an easy prey. The plan my dear queen, though it has taken ten years to ripen, is now at the precipice of being harvested. We are ready for the overthrow of the king of Sadehsia, but before we go any further, we need to know if you are ready as well?

The whispers in their heads returned and they were louder and more vicious than they had been before. The wizards looked around desperately as though expecting an attack from every corner of the cave. The cloak of Haegehzyer burst into flames. The wizards all jumped back and stretched their staffs out ready for the worst. The fire was strange because the flame seemed blacker than red and the room did not get brighter because of it. My armies are ready to lay siege upon the kingdom. We struck a bargain Gadonum, I and my kin would join with you. I would slay the Pytan wizards, get the journal of Kansimah and he would be made king. she said pointing at the Sadehsian, and you lot would be restored to your rightful home. Yes, I am ready.

Even though Gadonum liked what he just heard, his frown refused to leave his face because he was uneasy. Haegehzyer was unpredictable. Rumors told wicked tales of her venom and how she willingly killed anyone who angered her.

Very well. But there is one more thing we would need from you. Gadonum said with a shaky voice.

First things first. Lower your staffs. Her voice seemed soft, even though the fire seemed to rage on. What is it that you want?

We would need your servants to slay Yabineres, the surviving grand duke from Sadehsia. If your hand print was over the scene of the murder, then it would only make it much more convincing that the powerful curse is creeping ever slowly toward the golden gates of Sadehsia

Speak clearly of what you want.

We want the Riders from the Shadow to kill the Grand Duke of Pillersville in an open place for a few people to see. Those who shall witness his death would spread scathing tidings that would ripple and then cripple the men of Sadehsia—even those with the stoutest of hearts.

And how do you plan my servants accomplish this feat? Do you expect them to tear through the golden gates of Sadehsia and assault the grand duke while in Pillersville?

We both know that is absurd. Gadonum spoke gently, The grand duke in a few days would leave the comfort and protection of Sadehsia and travel north to the Kingdom of Geligia. We have already plotted his demise. Together with the witch Mereliah and Yabineres’s captain of guards, we have laid an ambush. We want your agents to finish him off on his return to Sadehsia. We have planned it at the village of Ipsure.

And you trust the witch Mereliah? Haegehzyer hissed, She does not associate with the witches from the forest.

Neither do you, but yet, you all work together for a mutual cause. Gadonum said. We trust her.

And what inducement was promised to her?

She knows nothing of our grand plan to invade Sadehsia. Gadonum said, She does it merely for gold coins.

The fire roared louder and grew taller, Gadonum feared he had upset her.

Would Yabineres not be accompanied to Geligia by one of the Pytan wizards?

The first autumn moon shall soon emerge and as you know, we wizards honor such a sight. Gadonum said.

No wizard will travel with him, of this I can assure you. the Sadehsian said, with his head still buried in his lap the guest from the south spoke in a muffled voice, He does not trust in the protection of Kansimah or his order. Like me, he despises the wizards of the Pytan order. He will travel light and without a wizard. I shall see to it.

A rag flew out of the fire and crashed on the floor close to the Sadehsian, Then it is done. In that cloth is a bottle of potion. Give it to the captain that would lead Yabineres’s chasseur and when he is sure he has cornered the grand duke, have him open it. The Riders from the Shadow shall be ready and once they perceive the fumes in the bottle they shall be drawn to it. From the mountains of Greydome they shall emerge and lay siege upon the village of Ipsure. A few shall live, but many will die.

Good. Said Gadonum, But then he remembered something. What about what we asked of you previously, do you have it?

All three wizards set their eyes on the fire. In the darkness and quiet of Gorrea I concocted a potion worthy of killing a king. Even to the realm of Hellus I went in search of poison so potent that no remedy from the Pytan wizards would save him. If drunk, Naeyhetor would die within an hour, but if perceived, he will fall into slumber that would last but a few days before his soul is finally extinguished. Nothing shall save King Naeyhetor. Kansimah shall smell the fumes of the potion and when he traces its origin, it shall lead him to Gorrea. The last place Naeyhetor’s people would see him would be in a coffin.

Suddenly the guest felt an intimidating presence, as though a troll was peering down and breathing heavily over him. The heat of the fire seemed to intensify and he began to sweat profusely. Then she spoke to him in a clear voice, You had better not fail me, Sadehsian, or I shall see to it that your death is unpleasant.

The guest, yelled in fright, I will not. I swear it.

Then all is set. She proclaimed loudly. If that is the case, then I shall take my leave. As soon as she spoke her last word the flame disappeared and she was gone. Where the fire had burned there lay a small bottle and it glowed with a violet hue.

Gadonum breathed a sigh of relief. He rested his staff against the wall and removed his hat. He moved forward and spoke, I think she left that for you.

He had reached the area where Haegehzyer’s fire burned and looked down at the bottle. The Sadehsian, on the other hand, composed himself as he got to his feet. He pulled back his hood and wiped the sweat on his face. He first picked up the rag with the potion to summon the Riders from the Shadow and stood over the potion bottle intended to kill Naeyhetor. He crouched to retrieve the bottle and as he did his face glowed with the hue of the potion. A smile which he could not control covered his face, his fear seemed to have all but vanished, And so the day of my glory draws closer. The throne of Sadehsia is mine. He muttered.

On the Sadehsian’s return trip home, while in his carriage, he told his most trusted servant all that had been planned, especially the events at the mountain. Everything was clear to the servant but one.

Master! said the servant softly, Who is this witch and why has she been included in the plot against Sadehsia?

Mereliah, you mean?

The servant nodded his head.

The master cleared his throat and he too spoke softly, She is the witch of Ipsure who resides in a cottage north of the woods. The story is, she fell in love with the woods and wanted desperately for it to be her home. She knew that the people won’t accept her so she sought the help of the Shepherd of Bruthforth, Baremure Amarilum. What cunning words she told the wizard or gifts she gave him is not known, but the Shepherd went to Ipsure and requested audience with the village master. The village master was assured of her goodness and her lack of relationship with the witches of Marymith. This I presume was enough to permit her to live in the woods without disturbance from the villagers.

And you trust her?

Not quite! But we need her help. The master said regrettably, She like many other witches would like nothing more than to see Kansimah disarmed and defeated. She will gain nothing from foiling this plan and gain much if Kansimah is killed. Along with coin, Gadonum has promised to include her in his order. I hear she longs for recognition and wishes for the day witches are no longer demeaned and ostracized by the Race of Men.

But would Gadonum keep his promise?

The master smiled, That I do not know. But as for me, I shall keep mine with you. When I am made king, I shall grant you your freedom along with a chest of coin. Then you can return home to Cherryvine, and with your wealth own your own household, with servants catering to your every need.

It was a dream too surreal for a servant, even one with the wildest imagination. The servant sat back with a smile on his face trying to grasp the possibility of this dream soon to be reality.

CHAPTER 2

THE GRAND DUKE OF PILLERSVILLE

Yabineres’s caravan arrived at the kingdom of Geligia in late evening and went straight to the home of the duke of Wycoustry. Yabineres was a close friend of the dukes’ and he was his guest. That night, Yabineres honored pleasure and indulged the best way he knew how because tomorrow was business with the old king of Geligia.

The early morning shower that fell over the kingdom was refreshing. Lone raindrops fell from the sky glittering like liquid silver against the background of the grey clouds. A light breeze blew through out the kingdom and carried a fresh, pleasant smell. It was as though the Kingdom of Geligia had been revived. Birds gathered around pools and puddles, singing happily as they drank and bathed. The dust which on occasion blew from the desert and settled on the leaves of the trees, were all washed away. The spirits of the people seemed to be sparked to life; they all ran around placing basins, clay pots, and cisterns in the open to catch the pure water from the heavens.

All the excitement outside played no role in Yabineres’ morning joy. He woke early with a smile, bathed quickly while in song, and dressed with the persnicketiness of a dandy. He marched through the halls to the dining room where he was to have breakfast with his gracious host. The dining room was majestic, with well-polished marble floors, burning colored candles, and domed brass braziers with sweet incense burning inside. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, fine unwrinkled banners with the bearings of Geligia hung from the walls and poles. Many large, arched windows around the hall allowed the morning light in.

The duke of Wycostry sat at the head of a small dining table. To his left was his wife, the duchess of Wycostry, and to his right, a baron who had joined them for breakfast. Yabineres, on the other hand, sat at the other end of the table, opposite his host.

The sweet-smelling incense mingled well with the soft notes of the music played by exemplary musicians. After the meal, Yabineres bade the duke fair well and travelled deeper into Wycostry. The time had come to see King Libahel, son of Ostenwal. He arrived on schedule, two hours before noon, at the king’s castle, but waited an hour before he saw the old king.

It was now noon, and the sun sprung out behind thick clouds, its rays tearing through the feeble clouds and scorching the soggy surface of the earth. The bright sun had been tardy in its duty, but now made amends. With every moment that passed, the sun became brighter and its rays hotter.

Meanwhile at the castle of King Libahel, the guards opened the main door to allow Yabineres’ exit. Unlike the glowing happy sun above, Yabineres was enraged. He was not pleased with the meeting he just concluded with the old king. He felt like a man who went into a friendly sparring match but came out battered and bruised. Yabineres managed to control his emotions while at the presence of Libahel but now that he was outside, he cursed out in anger and frustration. Kahllor, Yabineres’s most trusted advisor, hurried to catch up with the grand duke who marched wildly toward his carriage.

Who does he think he is to insult me in that manner? said Yabineres curtly, while still on the march. He then began to play back the events that occurred during the meeting.

He remembered the exact moment his anger began to brew. Yabineres had to wait well over an hour before King Libahel showed up, and then when the old king finally made his appearance, Yabineres immediately perceived some disdain kept hidden in his deportment. As the meeting went on, the generosity of Libahel began to fade. It was as though the old king could carry on no more the pretense. In the very brief meeting, Libahel forcefully enunciated his terms and conditions for the marriage between his son and Yabineres’s daughter—terms and conditions that were unyielding. Yabineres could visualize the old king’s lips moving as he spoke two of the many conditions that angered him, The marriage is to be done in Geligia, in the city of Wycostry, where the prince was born. Since the Sadehsian Duchess is marrying into the family of the king, she is to be dressed not in the customary gown of maidens in Sadehsia rather Geligia.

The whole ordeal disgusted Yabineres, to the point where he felt the need to boldly call off the wedding while in the presence of the king. But every time that urge surfaced, it was quickly beaten down by a distraught image of his daughter upon hearing the news. There was no one under the sky that Yabineres loved more, and it always broke his heart to see his daughter unhappy.

Now Yabineres was in his carriage and with Kahllor, beside him as silent as he had been in the meeting with the old king. It was there in the carriage and before Kahllor, that all of Yabineres’s dissatisfactions began to shed from his mood.

This is madness! Did you hear that pompous buffoon? he hacked the old king into shreds with sharp insulting words. It was his son—that scrawny prince—who proposed to my daughter. Tradition has it that we are reserved some rights on how the wedding should be conducted. Such ridiculous conditions! I tell you, he will pay for this arrogance. When I tell King Naeyhetor of this, our alliance will finally be severed and ties ended. Let us see how long Geligia will last without our support.

Perhaps, my lord, you might want to keep this from his majesty and accept King Libahel’s terms for the sake of Dollison. Your daughter would certainly be torn if the wedding is called off and it will be if King Naeyhetor hears of this.

Yabineres sighed as his mind went to Dollison. But will not King Naeyhetor see that she and her bridesmaid are would all be dressed in Geligian fashion?

You are right my lord, but if that were to occur, you would have to tell his majesty that you willingly agreed to the terms.

I suppose you are right once again, Kahllor. For Dollison’s sake I shall keep this from his majesty and tell him, when I meet with him, that all went well. As he shook his head in disgruntlement, he spoke with a deflated tone, Go summon the Captain, I think my stay here in Geligia is spent.

When captain Charidis was before Yabineres, the grand duke asked him if it was wise to travel at such a late hour, to the surprise of Kahllor, who was present, the captain assured them of their safety. Charidis promised to enter the road that led toward the town of Bruthforth if their travel became for a moment unsafe. Though the town was small, it had the facilities to host a man of Yabineres’s stature. Against the counsel of Kahllor, Yabineres had made his mind up.

Two hours later, Yabineres and his retinue, were well on their way home.

Their hasty gallop through the path of Belthworth woods brought Bruthforth within miles, but Charidis pressed on, never once considering to stop there.

After they had passed Bruthforth by many miles, the skies above turned black, and unveiled the stars and the moon. The night was clear and the breeze poured in from the open skies through the trees and ground below. The trees around the path did well to block the shy glow of the moon—casting everything in shadow. Charidis galloped harder along with his men and the horses that pulled Yabineres’s carriage went faster. Charidis wanted desperately to get to Ipsure before an unforeseen incident occurred. From experience, he knew every corner of the road was a potential location for an ambush, especially the thieves from the forest. He took comfort though, in knowing that the burgundy-colored capes of his forty men which flapped loudly as they beat against the winds while they sped along, were a deterrent to any band of opportunists. Anyone who was wise knew that dull red hue of the capes belonged to the Sadehsian soldiers who were also known as the Dagonori—the fiercest of all the soldiers in the land of Hairpetah.

It had been that same thought that had given Yabineres comfort when he made the decision to leave Geligia. Now the grand duke was deep in sleep and not even the bumpy gallop was enough to wake him.

From the shadows cast upon the floor the trained eyes of captain Charidis determined that it was two hours before midnight. Midnight in the land of Hairpetah was known as the dreadful hour of Megalynah—the hour of the witch. Up ahead was a dim glow of a fire torch, which indicated the boundaries of the village of Ipsure. The captain sighed and was glad he had made it through the dangerous road without any incident which could have easily foiled the plot. With a firm command, he led the caravan unto a new road that took them towards Ipsure.

Make way for Lord Yabineres, Grand Duke of Pillersville and servant to King Naeyhetor, ruler of Sadehsia, shouted Charidis as they made a bold entry into the village.

The loud announcement woke Yabineres from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and opened the window of his carriage cab, hoping he was in the realm of Sadehsia.

Immediately he recognized where they were and yelled out loudly from the open window of the carriage, Stop at once, I command you!

Suddenly the driver of the carriage reined in the horses and Yabineres stepped out from the cab. He stamped hard on the soggy ground, splattering mud about and on his boots. The other two carriages that carried his retinue and advisors, sat inside with their windows opened.

Come here at once, I say! he beckoned impatiently for the captain.

My lord? said Charidis as he dismounted from his horse and moved toward Yabineres.

What is this? he said. Is this some kind of a joke?

No, my lord! answered Charidis.

Then why have you brought me here?

The captain rubbed his throat and spoke carefully, Darkness has come upon the road, my lord and many shadows go amiss.

Bandits?

I can only presume, my lord. I have grown distrustful of the road and believe my decision to come here is solely for your safety. We still have many leagues to travel before we reach Sadehsia, and as you know, it would take many hours. I beseech you my lord, the roads are too risky. I fear an ambush in the offing if we proceed.

So you expect me to sleep in this wretched place? said Yabineres. Have you gone mad?

I beseech you my lord. Charidis sounded convincing. I will send a soldier east to the Garrison of Kenrock to summon General Barendinor and his men to accompany us for the remainder of the journey.

I refuse this. We have come this far without attack, I am sure we can continue south.

Two men on donkeys approached the caravan from the north of Ipsure. Once the soldiers saw them, they drew their swords and demanded the men halt and identify themselves.

Hullo! said one of the men. My name is Carniki, son of Aklan. I am the village master of Ipsure. He then pointed to the man on his left. This is my son, Galliki. We came here in haste as soon as the village witch informed us of your arrival. Carniki laboriously climbed down from his donkey and dropped to his knee. Grand Duke Yabineres, and friend of Ipsure, you are welcome to our village. Please soldiers, put your weapons aside.

Yabineres was a bit surprised and immediately his anger left his mood. He smiled and moved pitifully toward the village master. Oh! Dear friend, he said, I was on my way home, but I decided to make another visit to your village. This time I intend to spend the remainder of the night.

The guards all looked at each other, and Charidis sighed victoriously.

Great stars! exclaimed Carniki. Your presence here is beyond an honor. He turned to his son and spoke commandingly, Rush to the tavern of Schillett and clear out all the guests. See to it that the rooms are prepared for the grand duke and his company.

Yes, Father! said Galliki, and he rode off hastily.

He then looked at Yabineres. I will be honored to show you the way to the tavern. Please return to your carriage, milord, and I shall lead your caravan. Or if you choose to walk, I assure you milord, it’s not very far.

I shall walk with you, said Yabineres then shot Charidis a wicked glare. I much enjoy walking. Especially after a long travel like the one I have just endured. Come, Carniki, take me to the tavern.

Yabineres had only visited Ipsure once some years back. He had come at the behest of his king to help settle some disagreements between the kingdom of Sadehsia and the village of Ipsure. He remembered how wretched the village was, but branded in his memory was the hospitality of the Village Master.

The two men walked through the muddy roads and deeper into the village. With an already jolly mood brewing, Carniki confessed his feelings for Yabineres, Of all the Lords of Sadehsia, he said, you, milord, are my favorite. Your generosity and kindness know no end. He smiled at Yabineres who returned the smile. So, milord, tell me what you were discussing with that soldier before our intrusion? You seemed rather upset.

Oh! It was nothing of importance. This night I want to have a good feast and hear the juicy tales of this wonderful village.

The men laughed boisterously as they were still in an embrace and walking leisurely.

As they entered deep into the village, the presence of the forty Sadehsian soldiers made the villagers uneasy. It was not often such a military presence of that size came to or passed through their village. Lights in the homes began to dim; others were completely blown out. The few who still lingered idly about on the streets watched the visitors with suspicious eyes and spoke only in whispers.

Here we are, milord, Carniki pointed, the tavern of Schillett. It’s our most prestigious inn in all of Ipsure. I know it’s not much but it shall be your home for the night and as long as you wish.

Yabineres looked at the tavern in horror and could not believe he had been subjected to such humiliation. He turned to face Charidis, but this time his eyes fell in a squint and he wore a grin on his face. Yabineres was thinking of all the punishment he was going to hand out to his captain. He turned and faced the village master and spoke with a content tone, It’s humble, but it will do. Let me get a few things from my carriage and I shall meet you inside.

Ah, I knew you would like it, said Carniki excitedly. He was pleased. Very well, milord. The inn shall be ready for you. He chuckled happily as he whistled and walked away toward his son who had just exited the inn.

Yabineres walked to his carriage, and before he entered it, Charidis approached him.

I shall send for the general my lord, but at the mean time my men shall secure the tavern and …

Oh, be quiet, you fool, Yabineres forcefully interrupted Charidis. You dear subject me to this humiliation—making a grand duke sleep in such a place? You are finished as a solider in Sadehsia, I assure you.

Charidis bowed his head and moved away quickly.

Perhaps, my lord it is all for the best, said an adviser who tried to see the bright side of the situation, The captain seems greatly concerned for your safety.

My safety? In a pig sty? said Yabineres harshly, and then upon realizing how loud his tone had been, he lowered it, hoping his generous hosts had not heard him. When I’m through with him, the bards shall sing of his foolishness. and he began to mumble angrily, half inside the cab, ravaging through a few of his belongings.

My lord, you must have …

I shall say no more Captain. said Yabineres firmly. At last he removed his pipe which was stashed away in a bag and moved away and toward the tavern. Get my things inside right away.

During the feasting and drinking, Yabineres seemed to have forgotten where he was. He had settled in well and was now boisterously laughing. The village master had summoned entertainment—a jester who told tales in satirical form and also gave renditions of popular folklore songs. Many of the tales he told the grand duke had heard before, but never in a humorous fashion.

After the meal and entertainment, Carniki and Yabineres began smoking their pipes. Carniki moved closer to his guest and began telling him many ill tidings that had occurred in the past few months in and around Ipsure. The smoke from both pipes rose to the wooden ceiling above, which had many cracks and holes in the corners. His mood had become so jolly and relaxed that he did not mind seeing a mouse move from one hole in the ceiling to another. The room was bright with fire torches, and it caused a red glow about. There were many tables and chairs in the lobby, and only the grand duke, the village master, and three others—besides the five guards who were on alert in the corners—were in the room. Many of the tables and chairs around had a pale yellow shine and a smell of freshly carved wood.

Twelve soldiers had gone upstairs to secure the two-story inn, while the other twenty-three soldiers remained outside to secure the premises, with a few walking around the building. Campfires were set in three locations around the tavern, and the soldiers who were not on duty sat around them casually, to keep themselves warm. Charidis was among the twenty-three men outside. He waited for everyone to be quiet before he sneaked off.

. . . And poof, he was never seen again, said Carniki, then he reached for his goblet and drank from it.

It was a story that Carniki told, allegedly, of a former Ipsurian who had tragically meet his end. The manner at which Carniki told the tale rivaled that of an adept raconteur. But to the few in the room who knew him well, it was no surprise, because Carniki was a notorious busybody who spent many of his hours rummaging through the affairs of people’s lives.

That was rather interesting, said Yabineres. And what of his kin, will they not go in search of him? Yabineres had been so engrossed through the entire narration that he had left his mouth partly opened.

No, milord, they say a witch put a spell on him, said Carniki in a whisper. The first kin to set eyes upon him after the betrayal shall die.

Yabineres’s eyes widened. Wonders!

Both men went on for another hour. Carniki, an expert at retrieving information from people, began to get Yabineres to discuss the reason of his travel to the Kingdom of Geligia. Had it not been for the power of sleep, which was once again ensnaring the grand duke, Yabineres would have told Carniki all, including the private discussions he had with the old king of Geligia.

Your hospitality has been much appreciated, Carniki, but I am tired and very much in need of rest.

Carniki was disappointed but his warm smile masked his true emotion.

Ah! exclaimed Yabineres as he got to his feet. That was fun.

Carniki was desperate and wanted to try again, hoping a question he was moments from asking would spark his guest into sharing a bit of his trip, but he held his tongue.

This way my lord! said one of Yabineres’s soldiers, pointing at the staircase.

You have travelled a long way and it is late. I understand that you must be exhausted. Thus, I shall not keep you from your beauty rest.

Yabineres and Carniki moved toward the stairs and paused once they reached the first step.

This is where I must leave you, milord.

My dear Carniki, you have been kind. I shall never forget the hospitality you’ve shown me and my men. If ever you are in Sadehsia, you should visit Pillersville. I will be glad to return the favor.

Oh! exclaimed Carniki, To be hosted by a grand duke of Sadehsia would be my greatest honor.

Have a good night, Carniki, son of Alan.

Carniki bowed, Rest well, milord.

The village master, along with the three others who were in the lobby and kept the grand duke company, moved to the exit door and left the tavern. The innkeeper had extinguished most of the fire torches around the hall but was instructed by a soldier to leave one burning.

The weight of Yabineres and the five soldiers behind him made the stairs squeak loudly. Upon hearing the squeaks, Yabineres quickly stopped his tuneful humming and commented, I hope this place is safe. As those words exited from his mouth, he turned around and asked for captain Charidis.

He is outside, my lord! replied Ninor, the highest-ranking soldier after Charidis.

What a buffoon! I want him inside, I wish to speak to him, as he climbed the final step and was now on the second floor.

Right away, my lord.

Silence fell upon the Village of Ipsure. The village guards patrolled from cottage to cottage holding small fire torches. The Sadehsian soldiers had settled in well, and those not keeping watch for the night allowed sleep to take them.

The night was clear and without a patch of cloud laboring across the sky to hinder the magnificence of the robust moon and the twinkling stars about. A figure moved suspiciously away from the tavern while guiding a horse along with him by the reins. He found a dark and quiet place and then took off his uniform, tied it in a satchel and then wore ordinary clothing. He moved away from the horse and crouched under a tree. With his right hand he popped open a potion bottle, threw it on the floor and ran to his horse. He mounted his horse and rode away as fast as he could. Unknown to him, another dark figured watched him and when he was long gone the figure moved to the village square in haste.

The village master had slipped on his pajamas and was about to tuck himself in bed when his wife, Kirah, who had remained still as though asleep, spoke. Don’t forget to put out that candle.

Leave it, let it burn out.

Hmm—I’m surprised you didn’t spend the night there at Schillett with your new best friend…nosy pig.

And what’s the matter with you Kirah?

Your bad habit is the matter with me…I tell you dear, your gossiping habit shall be the death of you.

Carniki chuckled, leaned across and kissed her cheek and replied halfheartedly, Yes, dear, I am sure it will. Good night.

So are the rumors of the prince of Geligia marrying the Pillersville grand duke’s daughter true?

Carniki turned to look at her with his sleepy eyes and then spoke with a cracked voice, You know what, dear, gossiping would truly be the death of me. So from henceforth I shall do it no more. Good night!

Very well then, good night! she said with an angry voice, but just as she placed her head back on her pillow she spoke softly, I was just going to say that I heard Geligia’s king would consummate her before the groom can…but what do I know? Good night, dear.

Kirah! said Carniki loudly and he sat up. That is absurd. Who told you this? I heard the same thing too. Would King Libahel commit such a barbaric act? I don’t think Lord Yabineres would permit it.

The room went quiet.

Tell me where you heard this from.

Silly toad! she said with a giggle and turned to face her husband, You must think I am still that naïve virgin you tricked into marriage thirty years ago. If you want to know who told me, you must first tell me all that was discussed tonight.

Very well! said Carniki with a smile, Married to me for these thirty years has surely given you some wisdom. He replied and moved his body to find a comfortable position. Okay, I did not …

Both husband and wife cringed and looked at the window with their eyes wide open because there was a loud shrill.

Suddenly, Carniki blew out the candlelight and ran to the window to peek.

What is it? said Kirah, clinging tightly to her blanket.

I don’t know. Wait here, Carniki said as he threw on a long coat to cover his pajamas. I shall see what’s going on out there.

He raced down the stairs and moved swiftly out the door. Before he reached the figure that was making all the noise, he noticed some Sadehsian soldiers had gathered as well as some concerned villagers. He heard the eerie streaking voice, words of warning, from Mereliah, the village witch. What have you done, you fool? she shrieked.

Oh! Pay no heed to her, Sadehsians, Carniki said as he forced his way through the small crowd. She is no more than an unwelcomed guest here in Ipsure.

He stood directly in front of her and spoke angrily, What is the meaning of this, old witch? Why do you insult our guests and disturb the peace?

A chatterbox you certainly are Carniki, but a fool you are not, said Mereliah as she stared at the village master. Again, the glitter of gold has blinded the eyes of men from seeing wisdom. Because your guest has plenty of it, you have abandoned your wit. How could you do this to your people, Village Master?

Ninor had already reached the gathering and was terribly vexed by the noise. He stood there and watched Carniki handle the situation. A soldier approached him and whispered to him that the captain was nowhere to be found. He made nothing of it at the moment.

Into the cellars you all must hide, for evil is coming. said Mereliah.

Of what madness do you speak? said Carniki. You better be silent or I shall banish you from these parts, Witch.

You know me, Village Master, I am not one to stir up tumult without cause. A great evil is coming, and it is because of these men you harbor. She pointed at the Sadehsian Dagonori. They must leave at once or you all will die.

Silence, you old hag! said Ninor angrily. Go back to your cottage and disturb the peace no more.

She glared at him and spoke softly, You Ruzgots from the south are cursed, and you have brought great evil upon this peaceful land. Leave us and take your ill luck with you.

Ninor looked at her, befuddled. Of what curse do you speak, Witch? We carry no curse.

She moved closer to him and gave him a piercing squint-eyed stare. You know of what I speak, soldier. Her breath was foul and her teeth rotten, I see the fear in your eyes. Is this not why you have elected Ipsure to provide shelter to protect you from the coming storm? she said.

Enough with this madness Witch, Carniki bellowed.

Her head turned slowly and she looked at the village master. Do you not see that I have left my cottage on the purpose to warn you? These men from the south carry the curse in which we all fear. They have been followed, and their filthy trail has led the dark menace here. They are coming, there is no escape, and all in their path—innocent or guilty—shall be greeted by the sharp edges of their blades.

Ninor returned to the tavern and gently knocked at the door of Yabineres, then opened it without waiting for a response. Yabineres was tucked in his bed, half-asleep—he wondered why there was so much noise outside the tavern.

What’s going on out there? he said, while yawning. I can’t sleep with all that racket.

Yabineres’ room was small and poorly decorated—a single fire lamp was lit and on a table by the side of his bed. He was too tired to get up and walk to the window to see what had caused the commotion. He had his sleeping hat on, along with his golden silk pajamas. At a first glance, his drowsy eyes did not catch the deputy captain’s pale expression, but when Ninor failed to respond, Yabineres inquired forcefully.

Did you not hear me, soldier? It was at that moment he noticed the distraught