Miranda said, “That is my business, but the need is great.”
“Many look for this man. He has taken precautions against being followed by those he would rather not encounter. How may I know you are not such a one?”
Miranda said, “One may vouch for me, but he is back upon the world of Midkemia: Tomas, friend of Pug.”
“The Dragon Rider.” Mustafa nodded. “That is a name few would know who meant to harm Pug.”
“Where might I find him?”
“He seeks alliances and goes to speak with the gods. Seek him in the Celestial City, in the Hall of the Gods Awaiting.”
Miranda said, “How do I get there?”
“Return to Midkemia,” answered Mustafa, “and get you to the land of Novindus. In the great mountains, the Pillars of the Stars, find the Necropolis, the home of the Dead Gods. There, atop the peaks of the mountains, there is a hall in which those gods waiting to be reborn abide. Go there.”
Miranda didn’t wait, but rose and left, leaving Boldar standing alone with Mustafa. After a second, Boldar said, “Is this true? Or are you doing one of your carnival acts?”
Mustafa shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s true. That’s just what I was paid to say.”
“Who paid you?”
“Pug of Stardock.” The old man took off his turban, revealing a nearly bald pate. Scratching his head, he said, “I suspect it’s probably another false lead. I have the distinct impression this Pug is a man who doesn’t wish to be found.”
Boldar said, “This gets interesting. I think I’ll catch up with her and see if she needs help.”
Mustafa shook his head and said, “Find him or not, I have a feeling she’s going to need a great deal of help before this is over. Some idiot left open a critical gate to the demon realm, and a couple of realities could be in jeopardy as a result.” He yawned.
Boldar was about to ask what that meant, but considered Miranda getting too far ahead, so he said nothing and left.
A moment after Boldar left, the other door opened and a man stepped through. Small but striking, he had dark hair and eyes and a closely trimmed beard, and wore a simple robe of black. He reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out some gold coins. Handing them to Mustafa, he said, “Thank you. You did well.”
“Anytime. What are you going to do now?”
“I think I’ll go set up a small test.”
Mustafa said, “Well, enjoy yourself. And let me know how the situation with the demon realm turns out; things could get busy around here if they get loose.”
“I will. Good-bye, Mustafa,” said the man as he began to move his hands.
“Good-bye, Pug,” responded Mustafa, but by the time he had spoken, Pug of Stardock had vanished from sight.
14
Journey
Erik dismounted.
Roo grabbed the reins of Erik’s and Billy’s horses and led them away. Erik and Billy ran forward, weapons at the ready, while the maneuver was repeated up and down the line.
Since leaving Brek’s at Shingazi’s Landing two weeks before, Calis had been drilling the men continually. They were now being trained as mounted infantry. At the first sign of attack, one man in three would lead the horses to be staked behind the line while the other two made a defensive position where instructed. The men had complained about this, saying it made no sense to leave a perfectly good horse and get down to fight, but the complaints had fallen on deaf ears.
Nakor had laughed it off, saying only, “Man and horse gives a much bigger target than man on foot hiding behind a rock.”
The drills were becoming second nature to Erik and the others, who now waited to see what would happen next. Sometimes, nothing; other times, Hatonis’s company of clansmen from the City of the Serpent River would “attack,” and the results could be painful. The drills were conducted using heavy wooden swords, weighted with lead rods, that were twice the heft of a normal shortsword. Erik swore his own sword was feather-light in his hand after weeks of drilling with the false swords, which he supposed was the point of it all, but the wooden swords could leave heavy welts and even break bones, and the clansmen from the City of the Serpent River seemed to take delight in embarrassing Calis’s company.