Part 5 (2/2)
Elminster nodded. There would be a third member of this welcoming foreguard, probably busy creeping up behind him right then...
”Well?” Ironstone snapped. ”We require a reply, Old Sage of Shadowdale! In case it's escaped your notice, we're in Cormyr here-where we we uphold the laws, not you. Laws that apply even to clever old archmages who customarily defy rules and do as they please. You, Elminster, stand accused of theft of Crown magic and of murder-of many sworn highknights of the realm, including their lord commander, and of no less than four wizards of war.” uphold the laws, not you. Laws that apply even to clever old archmages who customarily defy rules and do as they please. You, Elminster, stand accused of theft of Crown magic and of murder-of many sworn highknights of the realm, including their lord commander, and of no less than four wizards of war.”
”Murder? I was abed with my lady at night, out under the stars in the depths of the forest, when a dozen men set upon us, hurling spells despite my warnings that doing so would mean their deaths. We were attacked by a force that well outnumbered us, and we fought to defend ourselves. Some of our attackers fled by magic, and the rest perished in battle. Ye-who were not there-now deem their deaths 'murder'? A murderer is one who goes seeking the deaths of others and achieves them. They tried to be murderers, aye. They were also warned, all of them-and learned too late that foolish aggression has consequences.”
Elminster paused then to give Ironstone a smile as thin as a ghost's. ”A lesson ye, too, might well ponder at this time.”
The war wizard's reply was an unlovely sneer. ”h.o.a.ry old advice from a lone graybeard with a large mouth? I quake. Between, that is, gasps of disbelief at what some have the effrontery to say to try to justify their misdeeds. You admit you slew loyal Cormyreans who were on Crown business, while defying them. So you're a murderer. Don't seek to evade your fate through clever words. Nor by claiming you've led a long and high-minded life protecting and defending everyone.”
The old man cast a swift look back over his shoulder, as if he could see clearly in the darkness, then faced the two Cormyreans again, still hefting the small items in his hands, and shrugged. ”Yet I am am a protector and defender. Why should that not be my justification? Ye are a wizard of war and use that to account for what ye do and the arrogance with which ye do it.” a protector and defender. Why should that not be my justification? Ye are a wizard of war and use that to account for what ye do and the arrogance with which ye do it.”
Ironstone was unimpressed. ”You? Protector of what? Your own interests, most likely, that you trumpeted as those of Mystra when you were challenged. You were a meddler, a defier of authority, and a foe of kings. You never stood for any law, order, or rightful government-not like our mighty Vangerdahast.”
”Thy last two sentences, I'll grant. I was not like him, though he grew to increasingly see matters as I did, as the years did to him what they did to me. He began as my apprentice-and in those days, when folk spoke of Vangey and used the word 'mighty,' the next word they always uttered was 'annoying.'”
Hawkblade hastily quelled something that sounded suspiciously like a snort of mirth.
War Wizard Ironstone shot him a look then turned his head to thrust that same glare at Elminster, who added, ”Peace, fairness, and order I've sought, aye, but I'm still seeking a ruler who consistently seeks to achieve those, as opposed to finding them by accident from time to time. I may yet find one, mind; I've only been looking for twelve centuries or so.”
”So you presume to sit in judgment of the Dragon Throne? To decide for yourself if you'll obey us?”
El faced him squarely. ”I do. Most folk, even if they see a looming danger, do nothing. A problem for someone else to deal with, they tell themselves. They make excuses or shut it out of their minds or keep busy with the everyday things in their lives. So they do nothing. I I don't.” don't.”
”Making you, in my eyes, a rebel or at the very least an outlaw.”
”Ah, another of those lawkeepers who decides on guilt without bothering with the little inconvenience of a trial or looking beyond first impressions or any of that. So So tiresome, aye?” tiresome, aye?”
”You mock me, old man. I say again, you stand in Cormyr and are subject to my my authority, and I-” authority, and I-”
”Nay. Not even the lowliest Cormyrean is subject to thine thine authority. If ye'd said 'our authority,' bothering to include the good knight who stands beside ye-” authority. If ye'd said 'our authority,' bothering to include the good knight who stands beside ye-”
”Enough bandying words. You dare not use your magic, I'm told, so you'll surrender to us now or we'll kill you.” bandying words. You dare not use your magic, I'm told, so you'll surrender to us now or we'll kill you.”
”And how 'lawful' is that, young Ironstone?”
The war wizard smiled thinly. ”You can stand where you are; you can advance, and so fall within reach of Sir Hawkblade's sword; or you can flee, giving me the right to kill a fugitive seeking to escape our custody.”
”I see. Victory at all costs.”
Ironstone shrugged. ”Nothing matters in a fight-except winning.”
Elminster's eyes were cold and steady on him, blue blazing up among the gray. ”Oh? If nothing matters, lad, there's nothing worth fighting for.” for.”
”I tire of this,” the war wizard snapped. ”Hawkblade, take him!”
El promptly flung the something in his right hand into Ironstone's face. It exploded in a little burst of black powder that sent the mage sobbing to the floor in a frenzy of agonized helplessness, clawing at his face as he tried to gargle and shriek through his weeping.
”Black pepper!” the highknight snarled, s.n.a.t.c.hing out and hurling a dagger at Elminster's throat. ”You won't catch me with old Harper tricks!”
He sprang forward, his sword singing out of its scabbard-as Elminster plucked the thrown knife out of the air, whirled, and flung it hard into the throat of a second wizard of war, who was stealing cautiously up behind the Old Mage with a wand held ready. It struck pommel first, stunning the young newcomer into a wheezing inability to breathe. He toppled to the pa.s.sage floor, clutching his throat.
Elminster kept on turning, coming round to face Hawkblade again in time to duck his left hand just under the sweep of the knight's reaching sword-and almost delicately lob the something in his left hand up into the highknight's face.
It burst with the same instantaneous ease as the pepper bomb, but its effects were very different. A sudden, blinding blaze made Hawkblade shriek and warmed Elminster's face as he ducked aside, eyes shut tight against the short but brilliant explosion. He kept on going until he fetched up against the pa.s.sage wall. Then he turned and opened his eyes to survey the ruin he'd caused.
Two young fools of wizards of war writhed on the floor, fighting just to breathe, Ironstone's blinded face wet with streaming tears. Hawkblade-just as blind and in far more pain from the dazzle powder, to boot-was slas.h.i.+ng the air with desperate, brutal savagery. He was also turning toward the sounds El had made coming up against the wall, so Elminster lost no time in ducking down to pluck Ironstone's handy dagger from its belt sheath in case he needed something to parry with.
It was a nice toy-enchanted to glow upon command, and so could buy him one hurled spell this side of insanity-and he smiled at it as he hastened on into the palace.
Behind him, Hawkblade tripped over the third member of the foreguard, the wizard who'd held the wand-ah, and that that useful thing should be retrieved, too!-and crashed headlong to the floor, hacking so hard behind himself as he went down that sparks rang from the stones. useful thing should be retrieved, too!-and crashed headlong to the floor, hacking so hard behind himself as he went down that sparks rang from the stones.
Elminster turned to look for the wand-and another dagger came whirling out of the darkness to strike and rebound off the one he'd just purloined, so hard that it numbed his fingers and made a sound like a bell.
”Hold, intruder!”
That new voice belonged to another highknight-or at least a knight-at the head of four or five heavily armored fellows. They had another wizard of war with them, too. Safely at the back of the group, of course.
Elminster sighed. If he turned back, they'd have the G.o.ds alone knew what sort of guards and traps and wards waiting to greet him, the next time he tried.
The knights rushed forward, swords out and spreading out as they came. A telltale glow moved with them, a starlight sheen in the darkness that warned any mage they were magically protected.
El sighed again. If, that is, there was was a next time. a next time.
One spell would have to do it, then he'd be scrabbling in his pouches for the last few Harper tricks. If he was still alive enough to do anything.
”Hold, men of Cormyr! Down steel, all! Wizards of war, stay your spells! This is a royal command!”
That voice was as hard as swung steel and as cold as the winter wind, and it came from behind the highknights, who swung their heads around to see whence those orders had come.
A pale glow lit the darkness of the cellars, a cold and flickering halo around a striding woman in full plate armor. Helmless and wild-haired she came, with eyes like two dark flames and arms flung wide.
The Steel Regent, looking for all the realm like her huge portrait in the Hall of Approach before the Throne Chamber; Princess Alusair Obarskyr, as she'd been in the prime of her life, long before.
She was dead, of course-must be-and a moment later the knights realized they could see through her in places, as she strode toward them.
”'Tis a trick!” one of them snarled. ”A false seeming, cast by yon villain!” He pointed one gauntleted finger at Elminster and turned to resume his charge at the old man.
”Highknight Morlen Askalan,” the princess snapped, still striding hard and fast, ”are you loyal to the Dragon Throne or not? You heard me! Throw down your weapon, and stand where you are!”
”You're a ghost or a spell cast by this enemy mage!” the knight growled, waving his sword at her. ”My oath is to the king!”
”Do none of you know me?” the apparition demanded, striding among them. A highknight swung his sword through her; it pa.s.sed through her arm and breast as if through empty air, earning him only her scowl.
”You're Alusair, you are,” another knight muttered. ”Bedder of n.o.bles, war-leader of the realm, fiery daughter of the Purple Dragon himself.”
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