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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
Roy Goodman
Copyright 1976
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iii
o o o
The
scribe hunched
his
knees up
,
almost to his thin chest
,
and stared
into
the fire
o
Perching on
the edge of
a log
,
dwarfed by
the men
on either side of him
,
he looked like a small bird ready to dart
away at
the
snap of a
twig
. "We
know
they have the tali sman somewhere in
the
castle
,
" he said mi serably
, "but
we
don
9
t
know where
,
and nobody has ever come out
alive to tell
us
what the inside
is
likeo
Every
door
.
could be a
trapq
and it
8
s
anybody's guess as to how many guards
there areu or what kind
.
"
He surveyed his companions, picked men
from
every corner of the
kingdom.
Two of
the King
vs
Foresters were· there
in
their
dark green cloaks, and a pair of veterans
from the
regular army
.
The
Palace Guard
had supplied a small group of splendidly
attired men at arms
,
including their
captain
,·
whose
hair
and
beard
almost
matched the white fur collar of his
ma-
genta cloak
.
One man wore civilian
clothes; none knew who he
had
been before
he came to settle as a farmer, and none
asked
,
but
he had heard the Kingvs
summons
and
he
was there with a
sword
and
light
armor of distinctly Eastern style
.
A
young prince rested his helmet
on one
heavily brocaded knee; firelight
buried
·i
tself in the
blackened
iron of
his helmet
and
danced off
the inlaid traceries
of
goldo At the outer reaches
of the fire-
light squatted
a huge
,
burly
man known to
none
of
them
but sent
along
by
the
King.
He wore
bedraggl ed
furs
and a
coat of
mail
that
had
clearly
been
battered
close
to
destruction in a dozen spots and
repaired
by the
craftsmen of as many countries
o
The
men nudged each other,
trying
to identify the origin of
his
sword,
shield, and double-bladed fighting axe
.
Though
the
equipment stirred vague
memories
in the older men, not
one
could place
it
with
certainty.
A
wizard
was also part of the group, and his voice
rang
hollowly
from inside
the
hood
that
concealed
his
face. "All
0£
the
ap-
proaches to
the
castle
are
controlled by the army, but
without
the talisman, it'll
be
all
I
can do to get a few
men
in or out
iv
the main entrance. Once you're inside •
•• •
he let the
thought trail off
,
then rested his staff against his thigh and
made a pal.JDs-up gesture of powerlessness. 'l'hen he quickly
grasped the staff again.
•You don't have to go,• the scribe said, •The King made it very
clear that he wanted only volunteers, that there weuld
be
no
shame in refusing. If you
go,
some of you will die, perhaps
moat of you. You may all die without recoveriDCJ the talisman.•
There was a aoft scraping of steel on steel as one of the
:men
loosened his
sword
in its scabbard. It was the youngest of the
group, a Porester whose unstained cloak indicated recent induc-
tion into the corps. When all eyes
were
on him, he shrugged
with
elaborate unconcern and cocked his head towards the for-
boding castle.
One
by
one the men stood and left the clearing.

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