Part 47 (2/2)
”It was his restless, roving spirit,” said Tas, now enjoying himself, ”doomed to wander the tomb of his king in unhappy torment, weeping, wailing, and wringing his hands, unable to depart until a true hero of the dwarves returns to free him. That hero is you,” Tas said to Arman. ”The spirit of Kharas is now free. He left me with a blessing and floated up into the air like a soap bubble. Poof, he was gone.”
Flint knew the kender was lying through his teeth. He didn't dare say a word, however, because Arman had listened to the outlandish tale with reverent respect.
”We will honor the last wishes of the spirit of Kharas.” Removing his helm, Arman walked over and stood with bowed head on the golden rune.
”Where did this rune really come from?” Flint asked in a harsh whisper, adding indignantly, ”No dwarf ever went 'poof'!”
”I'd tell you the truth, Flint,” said Tas, sighing, ”but I can't. My tongue won't let me.”
Flint glared at him. ”And you expect me to stand on a strange rune and let it magic me to Reorx knows where?”
”The Temple of the Stars, where they're awaiting the return of the Hammer.”
”Make haste!” called Arman impatiently. ”This is my moment of triumph.”
”I have a feeling I'm going to regret this,” Flint muttered into his beard, but he stomped off and went to stand beside Arman on the golden rune.
Ta.s.slehoff joined them. He was the keeper of a marvelous secret, one of the biggest secrets of the past couple of centuries, a secret that would astound and amaze everyone... and he couldn't tell a soul. Life was very unfair.
The rune began to glow. Tas's hand went to his pocket and closed over the ruby spectacles and felt something tickle his fingers. He fished it out. The rune began to s.h.i.+ne bright gold, and the red mist closed in around them, and he couldn't see the tomb anymore. All he could see was Flint, Arman, and a white chicken feather. Then Tas understood.
Hope. That was the secret, and it was one he could share. Even if he couldn't say a word to anyone about there being golden... woolly mammoths.
When word spread through the dwarven realms that the doors leading to the Valley of the Thanes had closed and would not open, the dwarves of Thorbardin came at last to believe that some momentous event was at hand. The Eighth Road was reopened, and dwarves traveled by wagon and on foot to take up their vigil outside the Guardian Hall.
The day was drawing to close when suddenly the great doors swung open. A solitary dwarf appeared, an elderly dwarf with long white hair and a long white beard. He was not Arman Kharas, nor was he the Neidar dwarf, and the a.s.sembled dwarves regarded him warily.
The elderly dwarf stood before them. He raised his hands, calling for silence, and silence fell.
”The Hammer of Kharas has been found,” the dwarf announced. ”It is being carried to the Temple of the Stars to dedicate it to Reorx, who has returned and now walks among you.”
The dwarves stared at him in suspicion and amazement. Some shook their heads. The elderly dwarf raised his voice, his tone stern.
”The Hammer hung suspended from a thin piece of rope. It swung back and forth, counting out the minutes of your lives. The rope has been cut, the Hammer freed. It is you, the dwarven clans of Thorbardin, who hang suspended from that same fragile lifeline, swinging between darkness and light. Reorx grant that you choose well.”
The strange dwarf turned and walked back inside the great bronze doors. Some of the bolder dwarves followed him into the Valley of the Thanes, hoping to be able to speak to him, ask questions, demand answers. But upon entering the doors, the dwarves were momentarily dazzled by the sunlight s.h.i.+ning into the Valley, and they lost sight of the dwarf in the glare. When they could see again, the strange dwarf was nowhere to be found.
It was then they saw the miracle The Tomb of Duncan no longer floated among the clouds. The tomb stood on the site where it had been built three hundred years before. The suns.h.i.+ne gleamed on white towers and glowed on a turret crafted of ruby gla.s.s. The lake was gone, as though it had never been.
The dwarves knew then the ident.i.ty of the strange dwarf who had appeared to them, and they took off their helms and sank to their knees and praised Reorx, asking his forgiveness and his blessing.
The statue of Grallen stood guard before the tomb, where, inside, they would find the final resting place of King Duncan and the remains of the hero, Kharas. A stone helm was on the statue's stone head, and an expression of infinite peace was on the stone face.
Chapter 23.
The Temple Of The Stars. The Hammer Returns. The Dead Walk.
Tanis and his companions were with Riverwind and Gilthanas in the dwarven House of Healing when Hornfel brought them word that the Hammer had been found.
Riverwind and Gilthanas were now both conscious and feeling somewhat better. Raistlin had made a study of the healing arts in his youth, and not entirely trusting the dwarven physicians, he examined their injuries and found that none were serious. He advised them both to remain in bed and to refrain from drinking any of the potions the dwarven healers wanted to feed them.
”Drink only this water,” Raistlin cautioned them. ”Caramon fetched it from the well himself, and I can attest to its purity.”
Hornfel was impatient to leave for the Temple of the Stars, but he was gracious enough, and perhaps feeling guilty enough, to take time to ask after the health of the two captives and to offer his apologies for the rough way in which they had been treated. He posted members of his own personal guard beside their beds with orders to watch over the human and the elf with as much care as they would guard him. Only then did Tanis feel comfortable leaving his friends.
”Do you think that Flint has really found the Hammer of Kharas?” Gilthanas asked.
”I don't know what to think,” Tanis returned. ”I don't know what to hope-that he has found the Hammer, or he that he hasn't. It seems to me that finding the Hammer will cause more problems than it solves.”
”You walk in darkness, Half-Elven,” said Riverwind quietly. ”Look to the light.”
”I tried it,” Tanis said quietly. ”It hurt my eyes.”
He left his friends, not without some misgivings, but he couldn't be in two places at once, and he and the others needed to be at the Temple of the Stars to witness, and perhaps defend, Flint's return. If he had found the Hammer of Kharas, there were many who would try to take it from him.
The Temple of the Stars was the most holy site in all of Thorbardin, which, for the dwarves, meant all the world. For the dwarves believed that in this temple was a shaft that led to the city where dwelt Reorx.
The shaft was a natural phenomenon discovered during the construction of Thorbardin. None could plumb its depths or determine how far below the earth it went. Rocks tossed into it never hit bottom. Thinking perhaps that they just couldn't hear them, the dwarves had thrown an anvil into the pit, knowing that when it hit, they would hear a resounding crash.
The dwarves listened. They listened for hours. They listened for days. Weeks went by, followed by months, and they still heard no sound. It was then the dwarven priests decreed that the shaft was a holy site, for it obviously connected this world to the realm of Reorx. It was also said that if you had nerve enough to look straight down into the pit, you would see the lights of Reorx's magnificent city sparkling like stars far below. The dwarves built a grand temple around the pit and named it Temple of the Stars.
A platform extended out over the pit and here the dwarves placed an altar dedicated to Reorx. They built a waist-high wall around the pit, though no dwarf would have ever dreamed of committing the sacrilege of either climbing or jumping into it. Dwarf priests conducted their most sacred rituals here, including marriage and naming ceremonies. Here the High Kings were crowned.
The dwarves held the temple in reverence and awe, going there to offer humble prayers to Reorx, to ask for his blessing and praise him. But as time pa.s.sed and the might of Thorbardin grew, the dwarves thought better of themselves. Who were they, powerful and mighty, to beg to a G.o.d? They came to demand, rather than ask, often writing down their demands on stones and tossing these into the pit. Some dwarven priests found this practice reprehensible and preached against it. The dwarves refused to listen, and thus Reorx was pelted with demands that he give his people everything from wealth to eternal youth to an unfailing supply of dwarf spirits.
Apparently Reorx grew weary of this, for when the Cataclysm struck, the ceiling of the temple caved in, blocking all the entrances. The dwarves attempted to remove the rubble, but every time they s.h.i.+fted a boulder or a beam, another crashed down, and eventually they gave up.
It was Duncan, High King, who reopened the temple. He hoped to find Reorx by doing so, and he devised a plan to use the great Ukhar worms to chew through the rubble. His detractors said the worms would not stop there but would chew through the temple walls as well, and the worms did in some places before the worm wranglers could stop them. These holes were easily repaired, however, and dwarves could once more enter the temple.
King Duncan did not find Reorx there, as he had hoped. Legend has it that the king flattened himself on his belly and peered into the pit, hoping to see the famed stars. He saw nothing but darkness. Still, he held that the temple was a sacred place and the memory of the G.o.d was here, even if the G.o.d himself was gone. He banned the tossing of stones into the pit. Once again, important ceremonies and functions were held in the Temple of the Stars and thus it was deemed to be the most suitable place for the Thanes to witness the recovery of the Hammer of Kharas. Hornfel prayed it might happen soon, for already the mountain kingdom was in turmoil.
Word of the monstrous winged lizard-man had spread rapidly throughout all the realms, creating a sensation. A laconic race, dwarves are not given to rumor-mongering. They do not embellish stories or exaggerate the facts, leaving that to humans. A dwarf caught dressing up a tale is not to be trusted. One lone draconian leaping off the lift in a human community would have turned into six hundred fire-breathing dragons invading the kingdom. The dwarves who had seen the draconian jump off the Life Tree and fly over the lake told the astonis.h.i.+ng tale to their neighbors and relatives, and they told it accurately None of the dwarves knew what to make of this creature, except that it was undoubtedly evil, and each dwarf had his or her own idea on what it was and how it came to be in Thorbardin. All agreed on one thing-no monster like this had been seen in Thorbardin as long as the gate was sealed. This was what came of opening their doors to the world beyond. Tanis and the other ”Talls” were viewed with even more suspicion than before.
Hundreds of dwarves were already clogging the Ninth Road in an effort to reach the Temple. There had already been several fistfights, and Hornfel feared that worse would happen. Riots would break out and dwarves would be hurt if they were allowed to crowd into the temple and its environs. Hornfel decided to close the Temple to the public. Only the Thanes and their guards would be present to witness the Hammer's return.
Having seen the draconian for himself, Hornfel came to believe that Tanis had been telling the truth-the Theiwar had betrayed Thorbardin to the forces of the Dark Queen. Hornfel feared that Realgar, knowing his perfidy had been discovered, would choose this time to attack. The Theiwar army, being little more than an armed mob, did not overly concern Hornfel, whose troops were highly trained and well disciplined. But the half-elf had warned Hornfel that an army of these dragon-men might well be prepared to invade. If that happened, they would likely attack the Temple first, in an effort to seize the Hammer. Hornfel wanted armed troops surrounding the temple, not an unruly crowd.
Hornfel was also worried about the Daergar. If Rance sided with Realgar, and they were backed up by the forces of darkness, Hornfel despaired that even the Hammer of Kharas could save his people.
The Thane of the Hylar was a dwarf of courage and n.o.bility, whose worth was proven in these dark hours. Hornfel readily admitted that he had been taken in by Realgar's lies. He had misjudged Tanis and the others.
”I have lived too long sealed up inside the mountain,” Hornfel said sadly. ”I need to see the suns.h.i.+ne once again, breathe fresh air.”
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