“Just to earn a forge of my own someday.”
Calis nodded, the gesture half seen in the dim light of a nearby lantern. “A respectable goal.”
“What of you?” Erik was suddenly embarrassed at his own presumption, but Calis smiled.
“My goals?” He turned and leaned upon the rail, both elbows resting on it as he gazed into the darkness. “It would be hard to explain.”
Erik said, “I wasn’t trying to pry . . . sir.”
Calis ‘said, “Start calling me Captain, Erik.
Bobby’s our sergeant and Charlie’s the corporal, and you’re part of the Crimson Eagles, the most feared mercenary band in our homeland.”
“Sir?” said Erik. “I don’t understand.”
Calis said, “You will, soon enough.” Looking at the horizon, he said, “We’ll be there shortly.”
“Where, sir . . . Captain?”
“Sorcerer’s Isle. I need to speak to an old friend.”
Erik stood silently, uncertain what to do or say next, until Calis relieved him of that burden. “Why don’t you go below and join your companions,” he suggested.
“Yes, Captain,” said Erik and started to move, but stopped. “Ah, Captain, should I salute you or something?”
With a strange smile, what Owen Greylock called ironic, Erik thought, Calis said, “We’re mercenaries, not the bloody army, Erik.”
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single-handedly won, Erik lay half listening, half wondering just what Calis had meant.
“Captain!”
Erik paused as he secured a line. The sound of the lookout’s voice had carried a troubling note with it.
“What do you see?” came the Captain’s reply.
“Something dead ahead, sir. Lights or lightning. I don’t rightly know.”
Erik quickly made the line fast and turned to look ahead. It was near dusk, but the sun off the port bow made it hard to see anything. He squinted against the sunset glare, then saw it: a faint flash of silver.
Roo came to stand next to his friend. “What is it?”
“Lightning, I think,” said Erik.
“Great. A storm at sea,” said Roo. It had been pleasant sailing for almost a month as they had fought a tacking course out of Krondor toward their destination. One of the sailors had said that had they been heading the other way, they could have made the trip in one third the time.
“You boys got nothing to do?” came a familiar voice from behind them, and Erik and Roo were back up the rigging before Corporal Foster could inform Mr. Collins that they needed to be assigned more work.
Reaching the top yard on the mainmast, they began securing lines that really didn’t need securing.
They wanted a look at the coming storm.
As the sun lowered beyond the horizon, there were no clouds ahead, but they could clearly see arcs of incredible brightness. “What is that?” asked Roo.
“Nothing good,” said Erik, and he started making his way back down toward the deck.
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“Where are you going?”
“To report to Mr. Collins I’ve secured the lines and to get orders. No sense staring at whatever’s ahead, Roo. We’ll get there soon enough.”
Roo hung back, watching as the bright arcs reappeared against the darkening sky, silver bolts that arched into the heavens. He imagined they carried thunderous booms or sizzling discharges, but from this distance they were silent. He felt chilled, yet the evening air was warm. He glanced down and saw that half the crew was straining to see what was ahead.
He lingered a moment, then headed down after his friend.
Throughout the night they drew closer to Sorcerer’s Isle. Near dawn the first of the cracking sounds that accompanied the energy displays could be heard. By the time the day watch was to be roused, no man on the ship was asleep.
Word of their destination had circulated through the crew, though Erik had told no one what Calis had told him. Sorcerer’s Isle, home to the legendary Black Sorcerer. Some called him Macros, while others said his name was a Tsurani one, and still others said he was the King of Dark Magic. No one knew the truth, Erik decided, but everyone who spoke knew of someone who knew someone who had talked to another who had barely survived a visit to the island.
Terrible stories of mayhem and horrors so vile that death was the least of them were passed around between sundown and dawn, so by the time Erik and his companions came up on deck, the mood of the ship was fearful.
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Erik almost exclaimed at the sight that greeted him. An island lay off the starboard bow, large enough that it would take hours to sail around, and dominated by a high wall of cliffs. Atop the highest point of that cliff face, a black castle—a malignant-looking thing of four towers and stone walls—rose high against the sky. It sat atop a massive stone chim-ney, an upthrust finger of land, separated from the rest of the island by tidal action, which had cut a cleft as impassable as any moat. A drawbridge could be lowered to cross the cleft, but it was presently raised.
The castle was the source of the terrible arcs of energy, silver flashes that rose high into the sky, vanishing in the clouds, accompanied by a sizzling whine that hurt the ears.
Blue lights shone from a high tower window overlooking the ocean, and Erik thought he detected movement upon the walls. “Von Darkmoor!” Robert de Loungville’s voice brought the young smith out of his revery.
“Sergeant?” said Erik.
“You, Biggo, Jadow, and Jerome will come with Calis and me. Get the longboat over the side.”
Erik and the others named, aided by four experienced sailors, got the longboat off the davits and over the side in quick order. Calis came up on deck and without a word to anyone scampered down the ladder to the boat. De Loungville and two sailors came next, then Erik led the designated prisoners.
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when it wasn’t a training exercise, and it made him nervous.
The boat pushed away from the ship and headed toward a small beach that swept away from the rocky pinnacle upon which the castle rested. The sailors were experienced, and Erik and Biggo were strong, so the boat made quick time getting in to shore.
When they landed, Calis said, “Keep alert. You never know what to expect here.”
Robert de Loungville nodded, a wry smile on his face. “That’s the gods’ awful truth.”
Suddenly a figure reared up out of the bushes near the top of an overlooking ridge, beside a small path that led up from the beach. The creature was easily ten or eleven feet tall, clothed in black and waving long arms within huge sleeves. A spectral voice issued from within a giant cowl, hiding the creature’s face. “Despair! All who trespass upon the Black One’s island are doomed! Flee now, or be destroyed in agony!”
Erik felt the hairs rise on his neck and arms.
Biggo made a sign warding off evil, while Jadow and Jerome both drew their swords and crouched low.
Calis stood motionless, while Robert de Loungville pointed a thumb at the creature with a backwards wave of his hand. “I think he means it,”
he said with a grin.
Facing the advancing creature, de Loungville said, “Why don’t you come on down here, me darling, and I’ll give you a big wet kiss.”
Erik’s eye
brows shot up, and Calis smiled at his friend. The creature tilted, as if the brashness of de Loungville’s words caused it to lose its balance; then Erik was astonished to see it collapse.
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He saw long wooden sticks fall within the hooded robe, and a small man emerged from inside the folds of black cloth. He was a bandy-legged fellow, obviously an Isalani from his appearance, and he wore a tattered robe of orange cloth, slashed at the knees and sleeves. “Bobby?”
he said. Then his face split in a grin and he let out a yelp of pure joy. “Calis!” He raced down to the sand and almost leaped into de Loungville’s arms.
Erik thought the two men daft as they slapped each other on the back.
Calis embraced the little man. “That’s quite a show you have going there, Nakor.”
The little man’s face split into a grin, and suddenly Erik realized that he was standing with his sword drawn, while his heart was still beating rapidly. He glanced around and saw the others were also holding their weapons ready.
The man called Nakor said, “Had some trouble with some Quegan pirates a few years back. That little blue light didn’t scare them away, so I added those lightning bolts. Impressive, I think,” he added with a self-congratulatory note. “It starts whenever someone gets close enough to see the island on the horizon. But when you kept sailing toward us, I thought I had better come down here and scare you away.” He pointed to the fallen contraption of robe and sticks.
“The Black Sorcerer?” said Robert.
“For the time being,” answered Nakor with a grin.
He glanced at the four guards and said, “Tell your men I won’t hurt them.”
Calis turned and, with a wave of his hand, said,
“Put your weapons away. He’s an old friend.”
“Where’s Pug?” asked De Loungville.
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“Gone,” said Nakor with a shrug. “Left about three years ago. Said he’d be back one of these days.”
“Do you know where he went?” asked Calis. “It’s very important.”
Nakor shrugged. “It’s always important with Pug.
That’s why he left, I think. All the troubles down south—”
“You know?” said Calis.
Nakor grinned. “Some. You can tell me the rest.
You want something hot to eat?”
Calis motioned yes, and Nakor waved for them to follow. Calis told the two sailors, “Take the boat back to the ship and tell the captain he’s to do as I instructed. And have him send word to the Ranger, as well.”
To Erik and the other three guards he said, “Follow along, and don’t be alarmed by anything you see.
There are some very odd-looking creatures about, but none will offer you harm.”
The little man named Nakor led Calis and de Loungville up the path. Erik and the others followed behind. They reached the crest of the ridge, but rather than follow the path toward the castle, they paused. Nakor closed his eyes and waved his hand in the air, and the lightning suddenly stopped. He put his hand to his forehead a moment, then said, “Oh, shutting that off gives me a headache.” Then he turned and led them all down another path that led into what appeared to be a small valley overgrown by a thick forest.
Then suddenly the forest vanished, and Erik almost tripped, he was so startled. Instead of thick woodlands, he was now staring at a pasture that stretched away for nearly a mile. In the middle of it sat a large, sprawling estate, a low, white house with 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:49 PM Page 281
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a red tile roof, and several outbuildings, all surrounded by a low stone wall.
In distant fields, Erik could make out horses and cattle, and what might be deer or elk. Around the estate, figures moved, but they didn’t appear to be entirely human. But, keeping in mind Calis’s instructions, he decided to trust his leader and follow orders.
They reached the small yard before the main house and Nakor opened the gate in the low stone wall. They entered, and from the door of the house a creature appeared. Erik glanced at Jadow, Jerome, and Biggo, and judging by their expressions, all were as astonished as he.
The creature was tall, man-size, and had blue-tinged skin, large ears, and a bony, heavy forehead. It smiled, revealing an impressive array of teeth; its eyes were black and yellow. Erik wasn’t sure, but the creature resembled every description of a goblin Erik had ever heard.
But it was dressed in the height of court fashion: a tight-fitting blue jacket cut at the waist, over a loose, billowing-sleeved white shirt, tucked into a wide waistband of black silk. Tight grey hose and ankle-high boots finished the ensemble, and the creature looked like nothing so much as one of Prince Nicholas’s court dandies.
“Refreshments are served,” said the creature.
“Gathis,” Calis greeted it.
“Master Calis,” replied Gathis. “It’s so nice to see you again. It has been too long between visits. And Master Robert. Good to see you as well.”
Calis said, “Did Pug leave you in charge, Nakor?”
With a squint-eyed grin, the little man said, “No, Gathis runs everything. I’m still just a guest.”
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Calis shook his head. “Guest? For what, twenty years now?”
Nakor shrugged. “Lots of things to discuss. Lots of things to study. Let those fools in Stardock become constipated with their rules and vows of secrecy and orders and the rest of that foolishness.”
He made a chopping motion with his hand. “This is where the real learning is taking place.”
Calis said, “No doubt.”
Gathis said, “I’ll see to your guards, sir.”
Calis and Robert went inside, followed by Nakor.
The creature turned to Erik and the others and said,
“You men follow me.”
He led them around the building, and Erik was surprised to discover that it was larger than he had first suspected as they had walked down the path from the ridge above. The building was, essentially, a large square, with entrances in all four walls.
Through one they passed, Erik could see that the building was also hollow in the center, a large fountain at the heart of a garden glimpsed briefly as they walked past.
Behind the building, a pair of very odd-looking men, black as soot and with eyes of red, hurried by, and as the four guards turned to gawk, Gathis said,
“Come along, please.” He led them to the door of a large outbuilding and motioned for them to follow him inside. “You’ll see many beings here you might count strange or fearsome, but none will offer you harm.”
That was again reassuring to hear, because within the building they found what could only be called, in Erik’s judgment, a demon. Jadow had his sword half out of his scabbard when the creature turned and 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:49 PM Page 283
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struck him across the knuckles with a long wooden spoon. “Put that away,” it said with a deep rumbling growl.
Jadow let out a yelp and released the sword hilt, letting the sword slide back into its scabbard. “That hurt!” he exclaimed while sucking on his bruised knuckles.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” admonished the creature, motioning for the four guards to sit at a table.
Erik paused and realized he was in a kitchen. The
“demon” was a red creature, about as big as Jerome, looking as if its skin was two or three sizes too large.
It seemed to droop around the creature’s body in folds and creases, and to be thick, like hide. A large head without hair was dominated by two horns, which rose in front of fanlike ears, to arch ba
ck to points just behind the head.
It appeared to be nude, save for the large white apron it wore. Pulling a big bowl of fruit from a shelf, it placed it upon the table and said, “I’ll have soup in a minute.”
Gathis said, “Alika will care for your needs and send someone with you to show you where you’ll sleep.” As the cook crossed to the other side of the room, Gathis lowered his voice. “She’s very sensi-tive, so say something nice about her cooking.” Then he hurried off.
Biggo said, “She?” in low tones. Jadow grinned and shrugged, taking a large pear from the platter and biting deep into it. He closed his eyes as juice dripped down his chin, and made a satisfied sound.
Now Erik noticed the smells. Suddenly he was ravenous as hot spices filled the air, and he remem-
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bered what food not cooked aboard ship tasted like.
He took an apple and bit into it, finding it crisp and sweet, and savoring the taste.
Then Alika was back with a large platter of bread and cheese. Placing them on the table, she turned away.
Erik hesitated briefly before he said, “Thank you.”
The creature paused and rumbled, “You’re welcome.”
Soon the four men were eating as well as they had back in camp, with far more leisure, as the cook produced a thick soup of creamed vegetables with spices, a full roast chicken for each man, and steaming greens piled high, buttered, and spiced. Ale, cold and foaming in pewter mugs, was placed at each man’s elbow, and Erik hadn’t recalled drinking anything quite so thirst-quenching.
Between mouthfuls, Biggo said, “I don’t think I would have believed any man who told me of this place and these creatures.”
Jadow said, “Man, it’s far easier to imagine evil spirits and black sorcery than this.
“ ‘And you say the creature could cook?’ ” he mimicked someone questioning him.
“ ‘Ya, man, she cooked better than me own mother!’ ”
The others laughed. Jerome said, “I wonder why we came here?”
“Wondering’s not good for the health,” said Jadow.
Jerome said, “One thing we learned in camp. You follow orders, you stay alive. Don’t volunteer, don’t cause trouble. Each day after the gallows is a gift.”