halberg was cramped yet once again in that tiny linen closet that Andwyn seemed to prefer for their clandestine meetings. The single candle wobbled before his sleepy eyes, it’s light just sufficient to show him how dusty the closet had become. If he could, he would unobtrusively let Malqure know of the need for its cleaning. The ibis archivist would be quick to attend to it.
But for now, his thoughts dwelt on the bat, and what he had to say. “So,” Thalberg asked, his voice gruff and heavy, weighing down upon the room much as the ceiling and the shelves filled with jars and linens did. “What have you discovered?”
Andwyn bore himself up to his full height, though still dwarfed by the alligator. “It is worse than we feared I am afraid. The passage into which Duke Thomas went was very dusty, so there was no difficulty in tracing those steps. He went first to the magical vault, removed the halter, you know the one, and then went down to one of the exits that the Keep maintains in case the castle is overrun. There he met a human, removed and folded his clothes, and I can only assume donned the halter with the human’s aid, for his tracks disappeared there, and the tracks of a large horse appeared.”
“How do you know,” Thalberg asked, though he knew he was merely grasping at straws, “that this human didn’t bring the horse with them?”
“Because the horse’s hoof prints only leave the passage, they do not enter it. Likewise Duke Thomas’s tracks only came down to the exit, they do not leave it. I also found his clothes, including his linens folded in a small pile where they had cleared the dust away.”
“Are you sure it was the halter that he took?”
“Yes.” Andwyn did not hesitate in replying. “It was the only thing missing from the vault. Clearly, the power it once had over him is still in existence. It was not broken merely by taking it off of him after his abduction. We will need to inform a few trusted mages of this so that they can break this enchantment.”
“And what of your man following Bryonoth?” Thalberg asked, nodding slightly, long chin narrowly avoiding dipping into the flame.
“He watched Bryonoth leave her home shortly before sunset, travel to the main stables where Duke Thomas set her to work. She set out a few tools there and then continued on to the Western edge of the castle, where she slipped inside a hidden doorway.” Thalberg sighed heavily at that, but the bat continued. “She emerged a few moments later with a horse bearing a halter. She led the horse back to the stables where she placed him in one of the stalls and removed the halter.”
“She removed the halter?” Thalberg asked, slightly surprised. “Then why didn’t his grace change back?”
Andwyn’s wings fluttered slightly. “Please allow me to finish, good Steward. Duke Thomas did not change back, but then began to eat from a feed bag filled with oats like any common horse. She then filed down his hooves and shod him.”
“Shod him?” Thalberg found his voice rising, despite his efforts to keep it in check. “She shod the Duke of Metamor like a common beast!”
Andwyn held out one wing. “Calm down, good Steward. The tale gets worse I fear.” After Thalberg managed to take a few deep breaths, the bat continued. “She then led him out from the stables and hitched him to a cart. He then pulled the cart through the town to a shop owned by a Master Derygan, a shop that sells onions. Bryonoth bought several bags of them, then delivered a bag each to several Inns.”
Every word was like a dagger in Thalberg’s heart. His Duke, the man he’d served and watched over for years, traipsing about town like a simple animal, a beast of burden. The thought filled him with rage. Bryonoth would stretch for this.
“After delivering the onions, Bryonoth led him back to the stables, where she curried him and talked to him like any animal. It was then that my man realized the horse was a Keeper. She whispered things in his ear, but he could not hear what was said. He did say that she called the horse Toumoth.”
“Toumoth,” Thalberg intoned softly. “I looked that name up in the library today on a whim. It’s the Flatlands version of our Thomas.”
Andwyn nodded slightly at that. “She spent about an hour currying him and cleaning him, then she removed the horseshoes, placed the halter upon him again, and then led him back to the castle. They used that same entrance, only this time, when she left she was alone. She returned to the stables, cleaned up her tools, and then went home. The only other thing that my man could tell me was that Bryonoth kept telling his grace ‘tomorrow’.”
“It sounds like they plan to rendezvous again tomorrow then,” Thalberg mused darkly, yellow eyes narrowing.
“That was my thought as well.”
Thalberg crossed his arms before him. “We must stop them. It ends tomorrow. We should bring in a few warriors and a few mages to help us stop this madness. We will need to catch them in the act after all, at least to insure that no doubt remains, and that we will not be accused of treason.”
“We could still be accused anyway if we are not careful. Should Duke Thomas order our own executions...”
“He shall not do that,” Thalberg said firmly. “We must inform Malisa as well, she’ll be needed to temporarily supercede his authority. He is ill after all, and a man can make foolish decisions when they are ill.”
“And possibly corrupted by magical influences,” Andwyn added. “It is the only ground we have to stand upon, so we’d best make a firm perch. Who do you suggest we inform?”
“As few as possible. I want no chance this may become common knowledge. Your man, will he keep quiet?”
The bat appeared to take umbrage at the question. “Of course. I would never have given him the task if I thought his lips might slip.”
“Good. Misha Brightleaf should be there, if he returns from his scouting mission in time.”
“He returned a half hour ago,” Andwyn said. “The fox is presently in one of the bath houses steaming off the grime of his mission.”
“How you know that, I will not ask. Perhaps Rickkter as well. He can serve as both warrior and mage. George should be called upon too. I am thinking he can select several trusted guards who will prevent anyone else from entering the stables, and who will not ask questions or tell stories.”
“Yes, good choices so far. Rickkter may not want to help, he can be unpredictable.”
“True. I will give them all a chance to decline to assist us. It is only fair. But we must have one more mage if not two.”
“Use only one for now,” Andwyn advised. “Bring in the rest when the time comes to break any magical enchantments laid upon the Duke. I recommend Jessica, as she has worked with the magic of the enemy that took Bryonoth in the first place. She may see some connection that another mage may not. But call upon the rest when the time comes to break the enchantment. We may need all their help.”
Thalberg nodded slowly then. “I think you are right. I will summon them all to my chambers first thing in the morning. You will need to be there as well to stand with me and my claims.”
“We should have Malisa’s agreement first,” Andwyn pointed out.
“True. We must go to her for that. At sunrise, we shall see her.”
“Agreed.”
Thalberg uncrossed his arms, and looked about himself. “I hate this room.”
“Hopefully, you will never need return,” Andwyn replied, folding his wings before him like a cowl.
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