Nathan stood and shook his head, obviously impressed. “For the four months I’ve been here, Swordmaster, I’ve been hearing of this lad’s skill with horses. Some of it I took to be local pride felt by his friends.” Turning to Erik, he smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t say this lightly, lad.
Perhaps you should put aside your apprenticeship as a smith and turn your hand to healing horses. I am self-admitted indifferent in healing animals, though I will put my shoeing work up against any man’s, but even I can see this horse is completely sound, as if she had never been injured.”
Erik said, “It’s a useful skill, and I like to see the horses healthy, but there’s no guild . . .”
Nathan was forced to agree. “True enough. A guild is a mighty fortress and can shelter you when no amount of skill can save you from”—he suddenly remembered the Baron’s Swordmaster was standing a few feet away—“many unexpected ends.”
Erik smiled. He knew what the smith had been about to say had to do with the long-standing rivalry between the nobility and the guilds. Started as a means to certify workmen and guarantee a certain minimum standard of skill, the guilds had become a political force in the Kingdom over the last century, 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:48 PM Page 65
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to the point of having their own courts to adjudicate matters within each guild, much to the irritation of the King’s courts and the courts of the other nobles.
But the nobles were too dependent upon the quality assurance of the many guilds to do more than grumble about flouting authority. But often one of the craft guilds had saved a member from some injustice at the hands of a noble. Despite a long tradition of responsible nobility in the Kingdom, there were always one or two minor earls or barons who thought they could simply ignore a debt. Having a patent of arms from the King did not ensure wealth, and more than one noble had attempted to use rank and position rather than coin of the realm to settle his debts.
Erik distracted Greylock. “Swordmaster, what cause brings you to Ravensburg this day?”
The usually serious Swordmaster’s face returned to its usual dour expression. “You, Erik. Your father rides to Krondor on state business. He’ll be here this evening. I came early to see if . . .”
“If I could prevail upon my mother to let him alone?”
Greylock nodded. “He’s not well, Erik. He shouldn’t be making the journey and . . .”
“I’ll do what I can.” He knew promising was vain should his mother take it into her head to repeat her performance of the last time Otto came through the town. “She may have finally gotten over making me the next Baron.”
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the town, before sunset.”
“Why?”
“I can’t say, but it’s important.”
“If my father is so ill, Owen, what cause has he to ride to Krondor?”
Greylock mounted his horse. “Ill news, I’m afraid. The Prince is dead. It will be announced to the populace by royal messenger later this week.”
Erik said, “Arutha is dead?”
Greylock nodded. “He fell and broke his hip, I’ve been told, and died of complications. He was an aging man, nearly eighty if I have it right.”
Prince Arutha had been a fixture in Krondor all of Erik’s life and his mother’s before him. Father to the King, Borric, who had succeeded Arutha’s brother Lyam only five years earlier, he had been the man most responsible for peace in the Kingdom, by all accounts.
To Erik he was a distant figure; certainly, Erik had never seen the Prince, but he felt a small stab of regret. By anyone’s measure he was a good ruler and a hero in his youth. As Greylock turned the mare around, Erik said, “Tell my father I will stand where he asked.”
Greylock saluted and lightly touched spurs to the mare’s flanks, and she trotted out of the inn courtyard.
Nathan, who had come to understand a great deal of Erik’s history in the months he had been living at the Pintail, said, “You’ll want some extra time to clean up.”
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need most of the hour to make it to the other side of Ravensburg, and through the vineyards to the sheep meadow, but only if he went in his dirty clothing.
Nathan playfully hit Erik on the back of the head with his open hand. “Dolt. Get yourself cleaned up.
Sounds important.”
Erik thanked Nathan and hurried to the forge.
Below the pallet in the loft where he slept, behind the ladder, sat a trunk with all of Erik’s belongings. He took out his one good shirt and carried it over to the washbasin. Removing his dirty shirt, he took the harsh soap and some clean rags and worked feverishly to rid himself of as much dirt as possible. At last he felt presentable and put on his good shirt.
He hurried out of the barn and went to the kitchen, where food was being placed upon the table as he entered. Sitting down, he drew a suspicious look from his mother. “Why are you wearing your good shirt?” she asked.
Not willing to share his father’s request for a meeting with his mother, lest she demand to accompany him and force a confrontation, he muttered,
“I’m meeting someone after supper,” then started noisily eating the stew placed before him.
Milo, who was sitting at the head of the table, laughed. “One of the town girls, is it?”
This brought an alarmed look from Rosalyn, the color rising in her cheeks as Erik said, “Something like that.”
Erik continued to eat in silence, while Milo and Nathan spoke of the day’s events, and the women joined Erik in silence.
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merely amusing. This had resulted in Freida and Milo both treating him with some coolness at first.
But his warm nature and clear appreciation of life’s little moments had won over even Erik’s mother, who could often be seen trying to fight back a smile at some quip of Nathan’s. Erik had once asked him how he kept so even a disposition, and the answer had surprised him. “When you lose everything,” Nathan had said, “you’ve nothing left to lose.
You’ve got two choices then: either kill yourself or start building a new life. When I started this new life, without my family, I decided the only sensible thing in it was to live for the small rewards: a job well done, a beautiful sunrise, the sound of children laughing at play, a good cup of wine. Makes it easy to deal with the harsher side of life.
“Kings and marshals can look back and relive their triumphs, their great victories. We common folk must take what pleasure we can from life’s little victories.”
Erik hardly touched his food, and at last bade everyone excuse him as he almost jumped up from the table and hurried out through the common room, Milo’s laughter following after. He almost ran through the door of the inn and barely avoided knocking Roo down as the youngster was about to enter the inn.
“Wait a minute!” cried Roo as he fell in beside his larger friend.
“Can’t. I have to meet someone.”
Roo grabbed the larger youth by the arm and was almost dragged along a step or two before Erik stopped. “What?” he asked Roo impatiently.
“Did your father send for you?”
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Erik had long since stopped being amazed at the town gossip Roo was able to ferret out, but this had him stunned. “Why do you ask that?”
“Because since late yesterday the road has been thick with Kingdom Post riders, sometimes as many as three in a bunch, and a company of the Baron’s horse, followed by two companies of foot soldiers, passed by the eastern boundary of the town this morning, heading south, and the Baron’s own personal guards showed up an hour ago at the Growers’
and Vintners’ Hall. That’s what I was coming to tell you. And you’re wearing your best shirt.”
Not wishing to have Roo along, Erik said, “The Prince of Krondor is dead. That’s why . . .” He was about to say that was why his father was coming to the town, on his way to Krondor, but instead said,
“all the fuss.”
Roo said, “So those soldiers are heading south to support the garrisons along the Keshian border, in case the Emperor gets ambitious now that Arutha’s dead.” Now suddenly an expert in military matters, Roo was left standing by Erik, who had resumed his hurried march.
Seeing he was suddenly alone, Roo yelled,
“Hey!” and chased after his friend, catching up with him as Erik left the street of the Pintail and entered the main square of the town.
“Where are you going?”
Erik stopped. “I have to meet someone.”
“Who?”
“It’s personal.”
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just joking before.”
Erik said, “I don’t want anyone to say anything, especially not to my mother.”
“I’ll keep this to myself.”
“Good,” said Erik, turning Roo around with two large and powerful hands on narrow shoulders. “Go find something amusing to do, and not too illegal, and I’ll talk to you later tonight. Meet me at the inn.”
Roo frowned, but sauntered off as if he had intended to leave Erik alone anyway. Erik resumed his journey.
He hurried through the businesses clustered around the town square, two- and three-story edi-fices overhanging the narrow streets, then moved between the modest homes owned by the higher-ranking members of the various crafts and guilds, then the ramshackle houses used by workers, married apprentices, and traders without storefronts.
Leaving the town proper, he hurried along the east road, past small vegetable gardens where push-cart traders grew their wares to sell in the town market, and the large eastern vineyards. Reaching the point where the baronial road leading to Darkmoor intercepted the main east-west road through Ravensburg, he waited.
He mulled over what possible reason he could have been asked to meet his father at this relatively remote location, dismissing the most fanciful of all, that his mother’s dream would somehow be realized and his father would acknowledge him.
His musing was interrupted by the sound of an approaching company of horsemen. Soon he could see them crest a distant hill, a company of riders appearing out of the evening’s gloom to the north-
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east. As they neared, he could see they were the Baron’s own, leading the same carriage Erik had seen the last time the Baron had paid the town a visit.
He felt a tightening in his chest as they neared, and no small apprehension, for his two half brothers could be seen riding beside the carriage. The first riders hurried past, but Stefan and Manfred reined in.
Stefan shouted, “What! You again?”
He made a threatening gesture as if to draw his sword, but his younger brother shouted, “Stefan!
Keep up! Leave him alone!”
The younger brother set heels to his mount and moved to keep up with the vanguard, but his older brother hesitated.
As more soldiers rode past, Stefan shouted, “I warn you now, brother: when I ascend to the Baron’s office, I’ll be nowhere near as tolerant as our father.
If I catch a glimpse of you or your mother at any public function, I’ll have you arrested so quickly your shadow will have to search to find you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he viciously dug his spurs into his horse’s flank, causing the high-spirited gelding to leap forward into a fast canter, then a gallop, so he could overtake his younger brother.
Then the main detachment of soldiers approached, followed by the Baron’s carriage. As they passed, the riders moved at a steady canter, but the carriage slowed. When it was almost upon Erik, the curtain of the carriage closest to him was pulled back, and he could glimpse a white face peering through the gloom at him. For a moment, father and son locked gazes, and Erik felt a sudden rush of confused feelings. Then all too suddenly the instant passed, and the carriage rolled away, the driver using 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:48 PM Page 72
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the reins to urge his team of four ahead, to overtake the escort.
Erik stood puzzled and angered as the following troop of soldiers approached. He had expected to speak at last to his father, not merely share a momen-tary glimpse.
As he turned to leave, the last rider reined in and said, “Erik!”
He turned to see Owen Greylock dismounting.
Forgetting courtesy, Erik vented his anger. “I thought we were friends, Master Greylock, at least as much as rank permitted. But you had me traipse through the town to this place so that Stefan could insult and threaten me, and my father peek out from his warm carriage at me!”
Greylock said, “Erik, it was your father’s request.”
Erik put hands on hips and took a deep breath.
“So it was his idea to have Stefan as much as tell me to leave the barony?”
Greylock led his treasured mare to where Erik stood, and put his hand on the younger man’s arm.
“No, that was Stefan’s impromptu performance. Your father wished to see you one last time. He’s dying.”
Erik felt unexpected emotions break to the surface, panic and regret, all viewed somehow at a distance, as if the warring emotions were taking place within someone else’s breast. “Dying?”
“His chirurgeon warned against this, but with the Prince’s death, he felt the need to attempt the journey. Borric has named his youngest brother, Nicholas, to succeed his father, until his own son, Patrick, is of an age to rule the Western Realm.
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to take the post. It could be a fair political bloodbath in Krondor this week.”
Erik knew the names: Borric, the King, and Erland, his younger twin brother. Patrick was the King’s eldest son, and by tradition one of the two should have taken the office of Prince of Krondor, but the intrigues of the court meant little to Erik.
“He asked me here so he could catch a glimpse of me as his carriage sped by?”
Greylock squeezed Erik’s arm for emphasis. “His last glimpse of you.” He removed something from his tunic. “And to give you this.”
Erik beheld a folded parchment being handed him by Greylock. He took it and noticed it was free of any stamp or seal. He unfolded it and began to read. “ ‘My son—’ ”
Greylock interrupted. “No one is to know the contents but you, and once you are done, I am to burn this. I will stand away while you read this to yourself.”
He led the horse away, while Erik read: My son, If I am not yet dead when you read this, I soon shall be. I know you have many questions, and no doubt your mother has answered some. I am sorry to say that I can give you little more than that, and less satisfaction.
When we are young, we feel passions
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know you. You were innocent of your mother’s and my indulgences, but I have responsibilities that cannot be set aside because of my regret over a youthful indiscretion. I hope you understand and realize that whatever life we might have imagined as father and son was an impossible illusion. I hope you are a good man, for I am proud of the blood that flows in both our veins, and would hope you honor it as well. I have never publicly denied your mother, because at least I can allow you a name. But beyond this I can do little else.
Your brother Stefan will be set against you in every way. My wife fears any threat to her son’s patrimony, and if it is any comfort to you, I have paid a price for remaining silent before your mother’s accusations. I have shielded you and your mother more than you might know, but once I am gone, that protection will vanish. I urge you to take your mother from the barony. There is a growing frontier along the Far Coast and in the Sunset Islands, and opportunities for a young man of ability.
You could make something of yourself there.
Leave Ravensburg and Darkmoor, and make yourself known to one Sebastian Lender, a solicitor and litigator with an office at Barret’s Coffee House, on Regal Street in Krondor. He will have something there for you.
I can do no more. Life is often unfair, and while we might wish for justice, it is usually an illusion. For what it is worth, you have my blessing and my wish for a happy life.
Your Father
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Erik held it in his hands a few moments after he had finished, and at last he held it out to Greylock.
Owen took the parchment and produced one of the elegant flint and spring-loaded igniters that were all the rage among those who smoked tabac. He struck a series of sparks until one lodged in the parchment, and blew it to a flame. Holding the parchment by the edge, he let the flame grow until it engulfed the document. Just before his fingers would be burned, he let the parchment float away, rising on its own heat as it was consumed.