Of Gods and Elves

chapter Twenty-Six


It was mid-morning when Gewey noticed the terrain around him change. The woods became thicker. So dense, in fact, that even when he used his power to listen, the sound bounced straight back, startling him. The party funneled into a narrow trail, causing their progress to slow. No sound could be heard at all, not even the footfalls of the party. Gewey nestled himself between Felsafell and Linis as Felsafell began to whistle. The sound pierced the dead silence of the woods, making some of the elves uneasy.

“We're nearly there,” whispered Linis.

“Nearly there indeed,” said Felsafell. “There and back we go. Once more and again.”

Gewey couldn’t help but smile at Felsafell's words, though most times they made no sense to him.

After about an hour, they came to a narrow stream, spanned by an elegant, wooden bridge. Theopolou motioned for everyone to halt.

“We come in brotherhood and friendship,” called Theopolou.

There was a long pause before a voice called back from the other side of the bridge. “Then enter and be welcome.”

Theopolou and the other elders slowly led the rest over the bridge. On the other side, the landscape opened up into a grassy meadow, covered with soft grass, and dotted with multicolored wildflowers. Tents lined the far end and Gewey could see elves walking among them. Far beyond the tents, a white, vaulted roof peeked out. A group of three elf women, dressed in tan leather shirts and trousers, each with a long knife at her side, approached from among the tents. Theopolou raised his hand in greeting, but the women made no reply. When they were a few feet away, Theopolou stopped and bowed.

“Matrons of the Creator,” said Theopolou, without looking up. “I offer you my friendship. As the eldest among my party, I claim the right to beg entry for all.”

The matrons examined the group, only pausing for a second when their eyes passed Gewey and Felsafell. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Be welcome,” said the elf in the middle. “But be warned. You bring two humans with you and will be responsible for their well-being, and answerable for their actions.”

“I understand,” he replied, lifting his head. “We need to be shown our quarters at once. There is much to do.”

“You, along with the other elders, have already been seen to,” said the matron on the left. “Your tents and provisions had been made ready and await you.” Her gaze fell on Gewey and Felsafell. “However, we did not expect to accommodate... humans.”

“They need no special consideration,” said Theopolou. “They will lodge with me and mine.”

“Very well,” said the matron on the right. “I assume you know your way.” With that, they turned and walked back in the direction of the tents.

Theopolou waved Gewey over. “Stay with me.” He turned to the others. “Farewell for now.”

The other elders and their escorts bowed in turn and headed off in different directions, Gewey guessed to their tents. Theopolou led Gewey, Linis, Kaylia, Felsafel and his own escort to the left, towards the western edge of the encampment. Gewey glanced several times at the domed roof, hoping to get a better look, but to his disappointment, as they neared the tents, the roof disappeared. From the far end of the meadow, Gewey couldn't tell how many tents had been erected and was surprised to see that they numbered in the hundreds, once they were among them. Elves were everywhere. Most were dressed in plain leather or linen, but some were attired in fine silks and adorned with exquisite jewelry.

“I never thought to see this many of your people at the same time,” whispered Gewey to Linis.

“I'm shocked as well,” said Linis. “I thought to see less than half this many. It seems Theopolou's call has caused quite a stir.”

“All the more reason to be cautious,” Kaylia interjected over her shoulder.

They wound their way through the camp until they reached a large silver tent. It was twelve feet tall and at least forty feet across. Gewey figured it could easily house three times the number they had with them.

Theopolou pulled back the tent flap and disappeared inside. Kaylia, Felsafell, and Theopolou's escort followed close behind. Gewey and Linis entered last. Gewey looked around, impressed. The interior resembled a house more than a tent. Just past the entrance was a large open area with a dozen plush chairs lining the walls. In the center, there was a short round table, big enough to accommodate twenty people, with an assortment of cushions underneath. The scent of mint filled the air, emanating from the roasted lamb that had been placed on the table. Along the ceiling hung light orbs, set just dimly enough to give the room a warm feel. The floor was uncovered, but the soft grass was as lush and beautiful as any carpet. At the far left corner another tent flap led to the back areas.

“There are enough rooms for everyone,” said Theopolou, pointing to the rear door. “All the rooms are the same, so choose as you will. Hot water should be waiting for you, unless you prefer to eat before you wash.”

“No, thank you,” said Gewey. “I prefer to be clean when I eat, if I can.”

Theopolou nodded and led the group through the tent flap. A hall lined with several cloth-covered doorways stretched before him. Gewey chose the third and Linis the one just beyond. Kaylia and the others continued around the corner, following Theopolou. Felsafell whistled merrily and winked at Gewey as he rounded the corner.

The room Gewey chose was rather sparse compared to the main dining and lounging area. A small bedroll was placed in the corner, and a wash basin sat in the opposite corner with a cotton towel folded neatly beside it. One light globe hung from the ceiling and a soft, thin, brown area rug covered the floor.

Gewey washed and changed into a cotton shirt and pants, and strapped on his sword. He could still smell the mint lamb and his stomach growled loudly.

“Are you ready?” came Linis' voice from just outside his room.

Gewey threw back the door flap and smiled at the elf. “I'm starving.”

Linis noticed Gewey was wearing his sword. “You will want to take that off at the table. It is considered rude to be armed at the table of your host, and for all intents and purposes this is still the home of Theopolou.”

Gewey removed his sword. “Should I leave it behind?”

“No,” Linis replied. “Keep it with you, but place it on the floor beside you.”

Gewey nodded and followed Linis to the dining hall. Theopolou and a few of his escort were already seated. Gewey took a seat opposite them and Linis sat on his left. Kaylia was not yet there.

Theopolou nodded at the lamb. “We serve ourselves here. Felsafell will not be joining us. He said he needs to rest.”

One of Theopolou's escort passed them a bottle of wine. Gewey gratefully accepted it, then gave it to Linis.

“I'll wait until we're all here,” said Gewey, noticing that the others’ plates were still empty.

“Only await Kaylia,” said Theopolou. “The rest are running errands.”

“No need to wait any longer,” said Kaylia, as she entered the room.

She was dressed in a soft, loosely fitted, white cotton shirt and trousers and a pair of soft leather shoes. Her hair was tied into a long braid and she carried a long knife in her left hand. After surveying the group, she took a seat on Gewey's right.

Theopolou cut off a portion of lamb then passed it around the table. One of the elves rose from the table, retrieved a basket filled with flat bread, and passed it out to the party. They dined in silence, to Gewey's relief. It was all he could do to maintain his table manners. Not only was he famished, but the lamb was exceedingly tender and juicy.

Once they finished, two elves cleared the table and brought out a decanter of plum brandy. Gewey's mouth twisted when the sweet fragrance fill the room.

“I see you don't care for plum brandy,” Theopolou observed. “I have more wine if you would rather.”

“Brandy will be fine,” said Gewey. “I've never had elf brandy. I would try it before I decide.”

Theopolou smiled slightly and passed the bottle around the table. To Gewey’s relief, though the smell was similar, it was not as sweet as the brandy he had tasted in the past. In fact, it was quite pleasant and a smile crept onto his face as he sipped it.

“Word of you and Felsafell will have begun to spread by now,” said Theopolou. “I have called for a gathering in the Chamber of the Maker this evening for the joining between you and Kaylia.” His eyes darkened. “Do not expect a warm reception.”

Gewey nodded. “Do you expect me to be challenged?”

“I hope not,” Theopolou replied. “It would complicate matters. On one hand, you could show your strength and resolve it. On the other hand, you may be prematurely exposed. That Felsafell is your friend and companion may give any would-be challengers pause... at least that is my hope.” His eyes fell on Linis. “I have debated as to the virtue of your presence. You are cast out and have refused to face judgment. Those who do not know this, soon will. Yet your name still carries weight and respect, even among your enemies. You shall also stay by Gewey's side.”

“I never intended to do anything else,” Linis stated. “And I will offer again to perform the bonding... if you think it will go ill for you, should you do it.”

Theopolou's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. “I will not be denied my right, nor ignore my obligation as Kaylia's guardian and uncle. Though some may abandon me for what I am to do, I will not let politics cause me to act with dishonor.”

“I meant no offense,” said Linis. “I think only of your safety.”

“Then I will have Lord Theopolou bond us,” said Kaylia. “And no other.”

Theopolou couldn't help smiling. The old elf got to his feet, accompanied by his escort. “Then you should both prepare. I must make the arrangements.” He turned and left the tent.

“What do we do?” asked Gewey.

“If you are to be bonded in the Chamber of the Maker,” said Linis. “I think I will try and find you some appropriate attire.”

“Won't you be in danger wandering around alone?” asked Gewey.

Linis flashed a smile. “I think not. There are not many who can hope to attack me and live. Besides, with you and Felsafell around, I doubt I'm of much interest. At least not yet.” Linis stood and fastened his long knife to his belt. “If I were you, I would take advantage of your time alone.”

Gewey blushed as Linis departed. Kaylia forced back a laugh. “Are you nervous?” asked Gewey.

Kaylia took Gewey's hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “No... not really. At least not in the way a human might be.” She could see that Gewey did not understand. “I feel as if I am beginning a new chapter in a life that I know nothing about. This does not make me nervous. It makes me excited.” She scrutinized Gewey for a moment. “And you? How do you feel?”

Gewey thought for a moment. “I don't know... not really. I know this is what I want. I can feel that in my heart. But, it's just...” He shook his head in frustration. “I wish I had the words. But I don't. In truth, I'm still just a simple farmer. I guess I feel small among the company I have been keeping. It's confusing.”

“Even with me?” she asked.

“Especially with you.” he admitted. “You are so far beyond what my wildest dreams could have imagined. And I'm to be bonded with you. How am I worthy of this? How? Me, a hay farmer from Sharpstone married to an elf princess.”

Kaylia pulled Gewey to her and kissed him again, this time deep and hard. Gewey felt dizzy when she finally released him.

“For a farmer with no words you seem to speak them well,” she whispered. “You are worthy because I deem you worthy. Never forget that. And never forget that it is the company you keep that stands in awe of you.” She stroked his cheek and smiled sweetly. “One more thing... I'm not a princess.”

Gewey gazed deeply into her eyes. For the first time in days, he felt confident and at peace. He took Kaylia's hand and pulled it to his chest. “Thank you.”

Kaylia cocked her head. “For what?”

“For showing me what I must do.”

“And what is that?”

He squeezed her hand then kissed it. “Bond with you. Bond with you, then see to it that we are never in fear again.” He jumped to his feet and pulled Kaylia with him. “I guess you should get ready.” He pulled her to him and embraced her for a long moment. “As for me... I'll count the minutes.”

Kaylia laughed softly. “It is tradition that I be attended by two elf maids.” She looked around the tent. “Sadly, I seem to lack them.”

As if on cue two young elf girls, dressed in blue satin dresses, entered the tent. One carried a thick bundle bound by a thin twine. The other had a large leather bag thrown over her left shoulder. They stopped just inside the tent and bowed.

“We have been sent by Lord Chiron to attend Lady Kaylia,” said the elf holding the bundle.

Kaylia beamed. “A kind gesture. And well received.” She leaned over and kissed Gewey lightly on the cheek, then allowed the two maids to lead her away into the back of the tent.

Gewey took a seat back at the table and nibbled on a piece of bread while he waited for Linis to return. After half an hour, the tent flap opened, but instead of Linis, Akakios entered. He wore a grave expression.

“What's wrong?” asked Gewey.

“Word of your bonding has spread.” he replied. “Lord Theopolou was nearly assaulted.” Gewey jumped up. “How did it happen?”

Akakios peered outside for a moment. “An argument broke out regarding his presiding over the bonding ceremony. Linis stopped it just as knives were being drawn.” He looked around the tent. “Where is Kaylia?”

“She's getting ready,” Gewey answered. “Lord Chiron sent two maids to attend her.”

“That's good,” said Akakios. “The sooner this is over the better. I have a feeling tensions will keep rising. Perhaps once the two of you are bonded, there will be no further need for this nonsense.”

“I wish I could say I am sorry,” remarked Gewey. “But Theopolou knew this could happen. I think he knew it must. Change is always hard. I will not apologize for my bond with Kaylia. It's important. Not only for us, but for everyone.”

Akakios sighed heavily. “When I first met you, those words would have angered me. Now... I think I understand why this must be.” He walked to the wall of the tent and sat in one of the chairs. “I've heard the words of Felsafell. He speaks of us as a broken people. I think he is right to say so. When I hear of the grace and wisdom of my ancestors, I cannot help but long for us to regain what we were. Not power. Not to be as we were before the Great War. But to be as we were in the times of our legends. I used to think they were just stories. But now... I think they were more than that.” He reached behind him and touched a glowing globe that hung from the wall. Sadness washed over his face. “Once we created such things as to rival the craft of the Gods. Now—”

“Your people are still great and wise. Compared to the darkness and fear that exists in the human world...”

Akakios held out his hand and shook his head. “No. We are not as humans think we are. Not as good or as cruel. We have hidden ourselves away for so long that we have become ... something else.”

“I'm hoping to change that,” said Gewey. “Perhaps when all is done, the elves can learn how to become what they once were. Perhaps something even greater.” He took a seat next to Akakios. “I've only begun to learn about your legends, but what I've read tells about a people who led open and adventurous lives. I believe it is time for your people to live that way again.”

Akakios turned his head to Gewey and smiled. “Yes, I believe you're right. For too long we have stewed in our own hatred. It is indeed time for us to live in the world again.”

“Indeed,” said Lord Chiron. He stood just inside the tent, wearing a crimson robe, tied at the waist by a black silk rope. His long knife peeked out as he moved toward them.

Both Gewey and Akakios stood and bowed.

“Forgive me, my lord.” said Akakios. “The threat to my Lord Theopolou so close to the Chamber of the Maker caused me to despair.”

“You are right to be upset by such events,” said Chiron. “But we should look to happier matters.” He turned to Gewey. “I trust Kaylia is well attended?”

Gewey bowed again. “She is. I thank you for your kindness.”

Chiron waved his hand. “Not at all. I am honored to have taken part in such a momentous event.” His eyes strayed to the entrance to the sleeping quarters. “And I shall further my participation by inviting you to join me in my tent until it is time for the ceremony. It would not do to have you here while your future unorem is getting dressed mere feet away.”

“I thank you again,” said Gewey. “But I am still waiting for Linis to return.”

“Akakios can remain here and tell him where you have gone,” said Chiron. “As I understand, he is combing the encampment for more... appropriate attire for you. I doubt he will be successful, and this I can provide.”

“Then lead the way,” said Gewey, then turned to Akakios. “You do not mind waiting, I assume?”

“Not at all. The tent should not be unattended in any case, especially with Kaylia and Felsafell both here.”

“Good point,” said Gewey.

Chiron led Gewey out of the tent and through the camp. Along the way Gewey couldn't help but notice the constant stares. Some were of amazement, others of contempt. The sun was low in the sky. The smell of hundreds of cooking fires filled the air, and the tents gave off a soft glow.

“I can’t imagine what this must look like at night,” muttered Gewey.

“It is quite a sight,” remarked Chiron. “So many have not been gathered here in quite some time.”

Gewey looked north to the domed roof of the Chamber of the Maker. The light from a thousand light globes caused it to shine like a shimmering jewel, even before the fullness of night.

“How old is it?” asked Gewey.

“I don't know,” Chiron replied. “Older than history itself, it is said. It was ancient in the time of my ancestors.”

Gewey marveled at the idea. “It looks as if it were newly made. At least it does from here.”

Chiron nodded. “The stone never ages. Not that we can tell, at least. It looks as it did when I was a boy, and never once has it needed repair. A monument to the ancient craft of our people. One long forgotten, I'm afraid.” He looked back over his shoulder. “Perhaps you can change that.”

Chiron's tent was nearly identical to Theopolou's in size, but instead of silver it was emerald green. Two guards stood just outside the entrance. They bowed as Chiron and Gewey passed. The interior was set up as Theopolou's tent as well, only the table was oval and colored green, matching the tent. At least a dozen elves buzzed about. Some Gewey recognized from their journey, other faces were new.

“I presume you have eaten?” said Chiron.

“I have.”

Chiron smiled. “Then allow me to show you where you'll get ready.”

He led Gewey to the back of the main hall and into the sleeping quarters. Chiron showed Gewey into the first room in the hall. Unlike his room in Theopolou's tent, this one was equipped with a soft bed, a dresser and wardrobe.

“You will find fitting attire here. I will send someone to attend to your grooming shortly.”

Gewey thanked Chiron and explored the contents of the wardrobe. He found a white silk shirt, embroidered with the likeness of two eagles facing each other, and a pair of matching trousers. The fabric was finer than any he had ever felt. A tan vest completed the ensemble.

An elf girl entered with a tray of grooming items. Gewey was thankful he had yet to undress. His hair had grown long since the last time it had been cut in the home of Lord Ganflin, a fact that he hadn't noticed until that very moment. The girl motioned for him to sit and went to work. Unlike the woman who groomed him last time, she spoke not a word, and didn't bother to allow him to gaze at his reflection, even though there was a mirror on her tray.

Once she left, Gewey donned his attire and rummaged around in the wardrobe until he found a pair of black leather boots. They were a bit tight on his feet but not so much as to prevent him from wearing them. The only thing missing was a belt, so he used the shirt he had just taken off to polish the one he already had.

“Are you dressed?” called Chiron from outside Gewey's room.

“Please come in,” called Gewey.

Chiron entered, dressed in the same white robes he had worn at the home of Theopolou. Chiron scrutinized Gewey for a moment. “You look... acceptable. Though that belt of yours could use some attention.”

“I couldn't find another,” said Gewey. “But this will do, once I've cleaned it.”

“I could provide one if you wish.”

“Thank you, but no,” said Gewey. “This was given to me by the same man who gave me my sword. It may be dingy now, but it's a fine belt when polished. Besides, it fits my scabbard perfectly.”

Gewey had placed his sword on the bed. Chiron eyed it carefully. “Might I see it?” asked Chiron, nodding at the sword.

Gewey picked it up and handed it over. “Certainly. But be careful not to touch the blade. It will burn you.”

“I see,” muttered Chiron as he slid the sword free, careful only to touch the leather that wrapped the hilt. A high-pitched ring filled the air, then faded away.

“A true wonder,” said Chiron. “That you possess this is a miracle. Such things were thought lost. There isn't an elf alive that wouldn't give up everything he or she owned to possess such a weapon.”

“They couldn't wield it unless it was truly theirs,” said Gewey. “Once it was first drawn, the blade can only be touched by the one who drew it.”

Chiron re-sheathed and handed it back to Gewey, though his eyes never left it. “I see. You should take care never to lose it.”

Gewey suddenly felt uneasy. “I will.”

Chiron blinked his eyes and regained his focus. “If you are ready, I would have you join me in the main hall. We can relax there and wait until Theopolou has everything in order. It may be several hours, that is, unless you are tired and would rather sleep. I can certainly provide a bed.”

“I'm anything but tired,” Gewey replied with a grin. “In fact, I wish I could explore the camp.”

“That would not be a good idea, unfortunately.” Chiron chuckled. “You will have to make do with the simple conversation of an old elf.”

Gewey’s cheeks flushed. “I didn't mean—”

Chiron threw his head back in laughter. “I jest. I am not offended. I, too, would like to wander the camp. There are many friends I have not seen in some time. But, I fear that my association with Theopolou has lost me many of them.”

“And your support of me, I wager,” Gewey added.

“True.” Chiron rose to his feet. “Come. Let us relax and tell tales. It may be the last of simple pleasures we have for quite some time.”

Gewey nodded and followed Chiron into the main hall. The table was empty and only a couple of Chiron's guards were visible.

“Where did everybody go?” asked Gewey.

“Most are in the back preparing for the ceremony,” Chiron replied. “The rest are running errands for me.”

Gewey and Chiron took seats on opposite sides of the table. One of the guards brought them a bottle of wine.

“Careful with that,” warned Chiron. “We wouldn't want you too lightheaded.” Gewey stared at the bottle, then pushed it away.

Chiron smiled, then ordered a pitcher of water. They talked of Gewey’s home and upbringing until Linis arrived. It wasn’t until he saw Linis enter that he realized that Chiron had not spoken a single word about himself.

“Forgive my absence,” said Linis. “But I've been busy assisting Theopolou. Akakios told me you were here, so I knew you were in good hands.”

“No worries,” said Gewey. “Lord Chiron has kept me quite occupied. Though I regret I must have rambled on. But it's been wonderful to take my mind off things for a bit.”

Chiron bowed his head slightly. “It was a pleasure. So seldom do I have such a chance to hear of the human world.” He turned to Linis. “All is ready?”

“It is,” said Linis. “Theopolou and the others are awaiting us in the Chamber of the Maker. Even Felsafell is there.”

“And Kaylia...” asked Gewey.

Linis laughed heartily. “Don't worry. She will be there as well.”

“Then let us go,” said Chiron.

Gewey’s stomach began to quiver and he felt faint. Linis rushed up and put his arm around him.

“He can face the Vrykol,” Linis teased. “But an elf woman makes him weak in the knees.”

Gewey blushed and tried to regain his composure. “I'm fine.” He took a deep breath. “Let's go.”