Tempest Rise (Treborel)

Chapter One



The room shook with Prince Katars laughter. Enda’s large her blue eyes filled with delight as the tall mountain Prince winked at her. Turning his attention back to the Queen's Chief Advisor he asked mischievously, "An heir? Is that all that concerns you?" Katar’s shoulder length sun blonde hair shook as he moved across the library to the elderly gentleman. He placed his hand on Lord Wills boney shoulder, Katar continued, "Hanlin, old friend, I can give the crown an heir anytime you please, without the hindrance of marriage." His dark blue eyes sparkled behind the serious expression he displayed.

Without turning from Lord Wills, Katar inquired of the beautiful blonde behind him. "What do you say Enda? Want to bear a Royal Heir for Treborel?"

Noting the flash of warning in the Prince's expression, Lord Wills knew the arrogant Prince was completely capable of carrying out his threat. "Highness!” He gasped his nearly 70 years of life showing through the elegant exterior in which he prided himself. Lord Wills scrambled to his feet appalled at such an outlandish statement. He desperately tried to maintain his composure. Knowing it would only make matters worse if he let his anger rule the conversation. As Royal Advisor to her Majesty Queen Sari, it was his duty to make Prince Katar understand the Queen wished that he marry.

"With all due respect to the Widow Waytals, she is not of royal birth, nor is she of Treborelan blood. She is also unable to maintain a respectable reputation at Court. To consider producing a child out of wedlock is bad enough without compounding the situation with mixed blood." Lord Wills tried to reason with the arrogant Prince.

"Mixed blood?" Katar said with feigned shock. "Hanlin Wills, never in my life would I have labeled you a snob, until this very moment." Despite his taunting, Katar knew Hanlin was seriously concerned with the future of Treborel. Katar glanced over at Enda Waytals lounging seductively on the velvety comfort of the deep blue couch, he smiled wickedly. The plunging neckline of her deep green gown could not possibly be more revealing. It was true, she was all that Hanlin had described, as much as that mattered.

Katar continued, "How can you soil the name of Lord Waytals with the mere informalities of his wife's birth? Burton Waytals was a dear friend of my fathers and he gave Enda the title legally." Katar turned and moved back to sit beside Enda.

Finding his long legs and boisterous attitude too much to resist, Enda curled her long fingers around his arm and cooed softly at him. "I am at your service my Prince of Scoundrels. My womb is yours." Smiling wickedly at the now pale Lord Wills, she turned and innocently gazed into Katars eyes.

Chuckling softly Katar took her hand and kissed it lightly. It was apparent to Enda why the Queen's Advisor had broached the subject of marriage. Although she hid her disdain, she was certain it held a great threat to her security. Prince Katar's twenty-sixth birthday was less than a year away and the Queen wished to retire when her son reached thirty. The Mountain Princes' days of bachelorhood were nearing an end. If he was forced to choose an appropriate bride, Enda would quickly disappear from his life.

There were too many reasons why she needed to remain close to the young Prince, many of which he was completely unaware. Yet her need to stay close was not great enough for her to truly consent to a pregnancy. Fully knowing Katar used this threat of a bastard child only to caution his meddlesome advisor, she deeply enjoyed the conversation unconcerned. As carefree and adventurous as he appeared, Katar would never allow his freedom to be bound by the birth of a child. It was highly unlikely that the Queen would be blessed with a grandchild until she ceased her attempts at finding her son a bride. Prince Katar had successfully resisted every attempt at matchmaking that the elderly Lord Wills had made.

"Perhaps it would be best if we continued this conversation in private." Hanlin announced coolly glaring at the smiling widow.

With a flash of anger Enda excused herself and headed toward the tall double doors that led to the wide corridor outside. Katar watched, amused as her full figure swayed across the room. Her long golden hair curled perfectly around her slender shoulders bouncing as she walked. She was definitely the most exciting woman in Treborel, possibly the most beautiful as well. Leaving the door slightly ajar, Enda moved in front of the large mirror hanging beside the entrance to the library. Leaning close, she pretended to primp as a Queen's Guard moved past her. Leaning closer as he disappeared around the distant corner of the hall, she peered into the room, listening.

"All right, the golden she-devil has gone Hanlin. Speak your mind." Katar’s smile turned to a slight frown as he turned back to face Lord Wills.

"Lady Waytals has too much influence on you, Your Highness. She is a fortune seeker, who lusts after the Royal Treasury. You realize that her husband’s estate is close to being sold at auction? She has squandered her entire inheritance trying to keep herself clad in those disgracefully revealing gowns. She's your only mistress and she hints to anyone the least bit interested that she's your fiancée." Sighing Hanlin collapsed onto the sofa next to Katar, relieved to have the matter out in the open.

Quietly Katar considered all that Hanlin said then he answered in a quiet tone. "Enda knows exactly where she stands with me. She's merely playing games with the women who irritate her, when she speaks of an engagement. At this point in time I have no intentions of marrying her or anyone else. She is fully aware of that." Placing his arm on the back of the sofa Katar looked soberly at Hanlin's concerned face. "As for her financial concerns, I had no idea she was in such difficulties. She should have come to me; I won’t let her lose her home. I'm not as selfish and bull headed as you might think. I wouldn't let anyone fall into poverty, if I could help it. I suppose she would be better off chasing someone who could offer her a future. Commander Taylor has always had a fondness for her. Perhaps I should steer her toward him. He's well off and stubborn enough to keep her from ruling over him. "

Rising suddenly Katar crossed to the elaborate mahogany bar near the large high windows overlooking the Queen's gardens. "Cap's been pretty busy lately, since his promotion to Commander in the Air Forces. If he were to marry . . . that could put an end to our hunting expeditions. Another poor soul sacrificed to the jaws of matrimony." This last statement was said with more anger than regret. Moving around the long cabinet to the arrangement of wines and brandies displayed, Katar filled two glasses with golden ale. "What is it about marriage Hanlin that causes a man to give up the things he enjoys most in life?"

''I've never been married myself, Your Highness. However, I suspect that one’s priorities change and therefore a man will only relinquish what he feels necessary. “Hanlin answered confused by Katar's statement.

"Our hunting expeditions were our only escape from the hazards of repetitive duty. They were exciting adventures that lasted for weeks at a time. Now Eades describes them as dangerous. Thomas Rung, who has a new son, complains that they're too long. Neither of them has been on a hunt in over 2 years. Then you have Bosen May, married for ten years, shows up every time. If I even mention a hunt, he comes running, taking more risks than anyone else does. “Leaning across the bar Katar smiled knowingly, "He was never that way before all those years of marriage.”

"Katar . . . “Hanlin began but was cut off by Katar’s loud laughter.

"Cap says Bosen's got a death wish. I say send his controlling little wife along with us next time and his worries are over."

Realizing that Katar was venting his anger, Hanlin dismissed the horrendous statement. Katar was truly very fond of the blacksmith's wife, Tya May. He was simply trying to take the conversation away from the subject of matrimony. "Very well, Your Highness. I can see you are not in a receptive mood. I would ask only one favor of you before I leave you to your thoughts. Assuming you were serious about ending your relationship with Lady Waytals. I have been in communication with Lord Sean Nolan of Lon Tesse. His niece Lady Lysette Nolan is the granddaughter of Lady Alyssa Moore of Treborel. “Hanlin’s eyes grew distant, as a light smile appeared on his face. “ I knew Lady Moore; she was a graceful beautiful woman."

Intrigued Katar wondered if Lady Moore was a past love of the steel faced gentleman. It hadn't occurred to him before, but Hanlin surely must have had romantic intentions at one time. Yet, he hardly ever left the palace and had never kept the company of a lady for more than a short time. Regaining his composure, Hanlin began again. "Lady Nolan is therefore a Treborelan by birth, even though she has lived her entire life in Lon Tesse. Her uncle, as you well know, is the Regent Dana's Foreign Advisor. Lady Nolan is a Pediatric Surgeon. She will be taking a short vacation with her Uncle and the Lon Tesse Royal family before beginning her practice in the capital city of Lavose. They will both be at the Regent's mountain retreat during the Continental Alliance Summit, which you are to attend."

"Treborel has no need for Physicians, Hanlin. She would feel out of place and inferior to our Empathic Healers." Katar stated, bored at the idea of another introduction to an appropriate prospective bride.

The cultured young women of the court to which Katar had been introduced had been vain and ambitious. Each were determined to bed him in an attempt to achieve the title of Queen of Treborel. Their constant primping and idle conversation bored him. Although Enda was also extremely vain she expressed no wish to become Queen. Neither did she try to engage him in the latest court gossip. Instead, she was a sensual ornament he could display, that had the capacity to bring laughter to his eyes at the most inappropriate moments.

Hanlin’s voice broke into his thoughts, "All I ask is that you meet with her and consider her seriously as a prospective bride. If there is a problem with her career I'm sure we could work something out, however impractical and unnecessary the position may seem. As you recall your father gave up the crown of Latria for your mother. The Queen has dedicated her life to fulfilling your father’s dreams of establishing permanent ties with the rest of the planet. She would be in favor of such an endeavor as creating a bond with Treborel, through marriage.” Katar crossed to Hanlin and handed him the small glass of ale. Taking a sip, Hanlin added one last thought, "If Lady Nolan is half as beautiful and intelligent as her grandmother, and I think you will be quite pleased."

A dozen reasons came to mind why the undertaking would not succeed. Every nation on the planet considered the Empaths to be an archaic fantasy. Katar fully expected the young Surgeon to insult the ancient art of healing by touch, condemning it before even attempting to understand the practice. Holding back his thoughts, Katar knew there was no sense in agitating Hanlin further. Katar’s father had taken Hanlin on as his advisor when Katar was a young boy. The elderly statesman became Katar's confident and friend upon his father's death slightly over 10 years ago.

"Alright, Hanlin. If I find no fault in her and if she finds me acceptable, I promise I will consider a betrothal." Katar agreed reluctantly.

Furious, Enda glared through the small opening in the door. She clenched her fists and wished Hanlin a horrible death. The solution to her financial situation was far overshadowed by the way Katar had cast her aside so easily. For three years she had primped and thrown herself at this arrogant Prince's feet, hanging on his every word. She would not let him slip through her fingers, not now. As Hanlin rose from his seat, Enda turned and hurried down the long hall.

For the first time since Hanlin arrived in the study, Katar saw him smile. With considerable pride, the Advisor took his leave. Katars stern gaze followed him, his thoughts full. Katar would keep his word but he planned to make very sure Lady Lysette Nolan would not find him acceptable. Hanlin went out the study door and headed down the carpeted hall, catching a glimpse of Enda's dark green dress as she rounded the far corner. Considering that she might be the only element that could spoil his plans for the prince, he hurried to catch her.

"Hanlin!” Katar's booming voice came from behind him, delaying his lecture to the promiscuous widow. "I completely forgot to tell you that Commander Connor is arriving this evening from Bantor. I invited King William on a sraeb hunt. He declined; it seems the mere idea of leaving the palace sends him into severe paranoia. He's sending Commander Connor in his stead, to build relations between our two governments. If we can strike up an agreement, perhaps our transportation link through Bantor can become a trade route as well."

"Perhaps you could convince him to approach King William about changing over to our Solar Gem system.” Hanlin suggested, Enda forgotten as he turned and followed Katar back to the study.

"You read my mind, their plasma energy experiments aren't going well. It could become a clean efficient system. But I'm afraid the technology that's necessary to contain such a potentially lethal power source may never come to life. If they don't shut down soon, we could see another catastrophic event." Katar said.

"The plasma wave is merely a mass of free floating electrons. Surely someday they will find a field strong enough to contain it." Hanlin defended the new technology, knowing it would do little injury to the Solar Gem System. Since the gems were engineered for the conservation of energy, it might be possible to combine the two systems. If they could find a way to safely contain it.”

"That's the problem. William has too much confidence in his advisors. They are not scientists. If they do find an energy field that will hold it, providing it can be built on a small enough scale to be feasible, just one mistake on anyone's part could vaporize an entire region. Exactly the way it happened before. It’s the recreation of the nucleus of a star, about 20 million degrees. Even on a microscopic scale, it could balloon out of control, just like last time. There has been no explanation why the fire storm stopped at the edge of the Ragal River. It should have destroyed the entire planet. I don’t think we should risk that again."

"That was over a hundred years ago, Katar.” Hanlin explained, "The deep chasm beneath the River Ragal has been credited with the extinguishing of the wall of fire."

"That is mere speculation. The northern continent is still a barren desert, in all that time not a single form of life has yet to grab hold. I informed King William personally of Queen Sari's and my disapproval. After all the destruction that the last attempt created, the plasma wave should be left alone.”

"Modern technology has improved tenfold since then." Hanlin said.

"Hanlin, we don’t need the technology. Three million people died because of that modern technology. The solar gem system is safe, clean and has no environmental effects. I am not interested in another form of energy until our scientists figure out exactly why the fire storm stopped at the River Ry and how it can be safely contained. Treborel faces the desert to our north across the river. It’s understandable that the sea halted its progress, but the River Ry is not wide enough. No matter how deep the chasm, it couldn't have provided enough water necessary to extinguish such a large wave of fire. It should have jumped right over the river and destroyed the entire eastern continent. The Empaths believe our mystical heritage saved Treborel that day, for once I'm likely to agree. It's a grave reminder of what greed and carelessness can aspire to."

"This conversation is best left to the Continental Alliance." Hanlin answered taking a seat on the sofa.

"I look forward to it. I'm told Commander Connor is a very effective debater." Katar smiled refilling Hanlin’s glass with ale.

"The Summit is only three weeks away. Are you sure you can effectively show the Commander a proper hunting excursion in only two weeks?" Hanlin cautioned not wanting the Prince to disappear into the mountains at such a crucial time.

"You take the Queen's helijet transport when the time arrives. I will take the hunting party through the Western Chasm. I will meet you at the Regent's Retreat a few days before the Summit."

"Regent Dana will be expecting a Prince, not a barbarian wearing the skins of dead animals." Hanlin reproached, reminding Katar of Lon Tesse’s protests against the annual slaughter of the giant sraebs of Treborel.

"I promise, no presents oozing with blood." Katars smile broadened as he went back to the bar to return the decanter of ale. Glancing out the long windows that covered the wall, he studied the new blossoms that had begun to appear, blanketing the giant trees in vibrant pink and violet hues. The warmth of the sun pushed its way through the dense layer of clouds and touched his face as the fountains began to flow.

"My mother must be bullying the gardener again. He's turned on the fountains." A fleeting image of his father appeared before him as his eyes focused on a large white blossom. The gardens were overflowing with the orchids and wild flowers Prince Mikel had brought his wife from Latria upon his return from across the Tempest Sea and the Eastern Peace Summits. It always seemed to pacify Katars mother during those absences. Spending her time contemplating what the new addition to her growing garden would be and where it would be placed. "If it freezes tonight, she'll get an earful in the morning, I’ll wager." Katar smiled at the thought of his mother having to face the angry gardener amidst the cracked and frozen fountains.

"The Queen's gardens are her pride and joy. You can't blame her for wanting them to be at their most beautiful when she had an esteemed guest arriving." Hanlin answered coming to his side to view the spectacle.

"The winters here are long, cold, and full of snow. She knows those fountains will have to be replaced if they’re not drained by dusk. “Katar turned away from the windows releasing the vision of his father from his thoughts.

"The Queen isn't the only member of the Royal Family who charges into spring ventures. Are you sure the sraebs have emerged from hibernation?" Hanlin said.

"I warned Commander Connor, we might have a difficult time finding a large male. He didn't seem concerned. He acted as if sraeb hunting was a national sport instead of a necessary population control device." Katar shook his head in disgust. "You know that I love being deep in those mountains, hunting it is a duty that I enjoy. But it’s more than just the hunt. The enjoyment I receive from being away from civilization is just a great as the necessity to keep the sraeb from reaching a dangerous population level again. I don't want to torture the giant beasts. I just want them to stay few and scattered."

"The odds of killing a female and leaving her cubs to die this time of the year is high." Hanlin's voice reasoned.

"Yes, but too many people have died due to a low food source and overpopulation of sraeb. It’s been 15 years since the plague nearly wiped the out the elk and deer they feed on and the herds are still weak and diseased. I'm afraid they will never recover sufficiently to keep the sraeb satisfied. Even with the assistance of the Healers fifty percent of the herds have still births year after year." Katar said.

"Perhaps it is time to approach the situation from another direction." Hanlin said.

"We've been through this before Hanlin. The female sraeb can have 2 or 3 cubs each spring. Short of slaughtering hundreds of cubs every year, we go in and kill the largest of the males. During mating season the younger males are killed by what larger males have managed to elude us and the situation is rectified." Katar rose frustrated and drained the last of the amber liquid from his glass. "I need to head to the stables and see if Cap's ready with the provisions, we're leaving at dawn.”

"Please inform Commander Taylor that there will be a need for another horse. I will be accompanying you.” Hanlin announced much to Katars dismay.

"You hate the woods.” Katar answered the surprise evident in his voice as he turned to stare at the reserved Advisor.

"I also would hate to explain why my future King was delayed or unable to attend the first Continental Alliance Summit." Following Katar to the double doors of the study he added, "I know you to be a man of your word. But I also know that the mountains tend to transport you to another plane of existence. You become lost in an ancient world, forgetting about your present obligations.”

“The nights are cold and dark under the trees," Katar answered ignoring the reprimand. Hanlin's expression was unwavering. "Alright, pack a week’s worth of warm clothes. We'll clean up when we reach the lodge. You are a man of determination, my friend." Katar smiled amused at the length his mother’s advisor was willing to go to fulfill his promise. Exactly how far Hanlin would go suddenly concerned him. Turning back to Hanlin Katar asked, "Have you approached Lord Nolan about a courtship?"

"No, Your Highness. I merely mentioned that I would like to introduce the young lady to you. I’ve learned not to push you too hard." Hanlin answered cautiously.

"When there are wedding plans to be made Hanlin, I will attend to them myself." Katar sternly ordered.

Insulted by the Princes' demeaning attitude, Hanlin moved past him into the hall announcing, "Very well then, if you will excuse me I shall inform Her Majesty of our travel plans."

Undaunted by the display of injured pride, Katar left Hanlin to his duties and headed for the Palace's main entrance. Descending the large stone steps of the palace, Katar glanced at the usually thick layers of clouds in the sky. The gray swirling mist above continued to struggle with the sun as it attempted to pierce the thick layer. It seemed that only in the deepest of winter, when the frigid temperatures drove the people from the streets in haste was the sky clear of clouds for hours at a time. The brilliant yellow sun danced around the clouds attempting to warm the frozen soil. It was then that he longed to live over a century ago, before the fire storm permanently clouded the sky and the upper atmospheric storms raged. These storms kept all but the most powerful low flying craft from the sky. Working his way through the crowded stone walkways, he headed toward the stables, near the city entrance. Beside the massive gates that opened out into the mountains, Katar stood at the stable entrance, watching the groomsmen exercise the horses in anticipation of their journey.

Cap stood just inside the entrance giving order to the Stable Master. Katar knew his childhood friend well enough not to question his readiness for the excursion. Katar often wondered if he had become too dependent on Cap's penchant for details. Yet that one aspect, combined with Cap's unending humor and high intelligence made him the perfect companion for Katar. Glancing up at Katar's approach, Cap's dark head disappeared quickly in the darkness of the stables.

The tall lanky Commander emerged tossing Katar a small laser rifle. "If we’re going as far as the Western Chasm, we'll need to take a couple of these along. The compound bows are great when you are prepared, but I do not want to have my arms torn off in the middle of the night trying to knock the arrow. Sraeb don't give any warning before they declare dinner is served." His charcoal eyes flashed a quick smile and he disappeared back inside.

"We'll need a couple of pistols too, Lord Wills has decided to join us and he doesn't use the bow anymore." Katar added following him into the stables. Katar surveyed the large pile of supplies recently deposited on the floor, just inside the doors.

"Can’t be trusted, eh?" Cap called over his shoulder.

"I'll check with the Stable Master and see if they can find a horse that will put up with Hanlin's constant chatter." Katar answered, ignoring Cap's remark.

"Too bad Dizzy is about to foal, after she was hit by that muzzle blast, she's as deaf as a rock. “ Cap turned and knocked on the only occupied stall. The chestnut mare snorted in response.

"I'll get the groomsmen to put an extra blanket in his saddle bag. Those old bones will get brittle if the weather turns cold." Cap winked at Katar. His smile quickly turned into a frown as he reconsidered the idea of a sixty plus year old man trekking through the wilderness for such an extended period of time. "Are you sure he's up to this? I can't remember the last time Lord Wills traveled any further than the distance between Borel and the harbor. That is only a day’s ride and we are going deep into the mountains. There won't be any Hostels to rest in overnight."

"He's tougher than you think, Cap" Katar answered, certain that the elderly advisor would not take on more than he could handle.

"Who am I to argue with my future Sovereign?” Cap shrugged surrendering, "I grabbed your bow, Bosen and I have the gear ready to go."

"Bosen's coming along?” Katar glanced across at him grinning, "What a surprise.”

"Eades too, he says those three weeks in the mountains with Commander Connor, means that you will need his services.” The expression on Cap's face changed from amusement to warning.

"What is it I don’t know?" Katar turned his full attention on his friend, intrigued.

"There's been a lot of talk about Connor's reputation." Cap answered soberly.

“He's the Commander of King William's National Defensive Forces. Someone in control of the King's Elite Guard isn't going to have any mysterious past. William is so paranoid that I'm sure he had the man checked inside and out before giving him the position. No one, not even William is stupid enough to hire a mercenary to Command his land forces.” Katar had heard the ridiculous rumors and dismissed them, surprised that Cap hadn't done the same.

"I admit those stories are all very interesting, but that wasn't what I was talking about. “ Cap stood his ground, determined to make Katar listen. "Connor was up here last fall. He took a group of Bantorians on a hunt in the Northern Mountains. There were ten men in the party, only eight returned.

"That's not so unusual, if you're hard headed enough to take an inexperienced group of hunters deep into the dense wilderness during 'Frenzy'. I'm surprised any of them made it out alive." Shaking his head at the waste of life Katar looked at Caps dark expression, seeing there was more and asked, "Why didn't someone warn them?"

"You'd think the mere fact that every guide in Treborel refused the substantial fee he offered, would have been enough to caution him. Not only did he go in without a guide, they were all carrying Laser Rifles, except Connor who had a crossbow. "

"I guess he wasn't aware of our customary hunting guidelines. I can see I'm going to have to educate Commander Connor on the proper use of weapons in Treborel. Laser Rifles are strictly for emergencies and crossbows are used by children."

"I'd be careful how you approach the subject with the Commander. Thomas Rung's father reported Connor for using snares to capture young sraeb, and taking his time, using a 40 pound draw weight bow to kill the poor creatures." Cap continued disgusted at the thought of torturing the large beasts.

"A forty pound draw is little more than a child’s toy. It would barely penetrate the thick muscle of a sraeb." Katar began to understand what it was the Cap was trying to say. "It would slowly bleed to death . . ."

"Lord Rung intervened before that happened. The next day Connor let a sraeb get a little too close. That's when Lord Rung lost his arm. Connor claimed his cable broke on the bow so he couldn’t draw." Cap's black eyes darkened.

In the shadows of the stable, the two friends faced each other wondering what was in store for the hunting party. Finally Katar spoke with a determined voice, "Alright, he's got a mean temper. I'll keep an eye on him. Just remember who he is, if he gets out of line, I'll handle him."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Cap's dark mood broke as a suspicious smile appeared.

"Since I have known you Cap, you have become an excellent pilot and a trusted friend. Not to mention the best Air Force Commander I have ever known. But as a diplomat, you stink." Katar smiled back at him.

"So I'm not a good public speaker. . ."

"Public speaking has nothing to do with this. Commander Connor has the ear of King William. I don't want anything to interfere with the new relationship we have achieved with Bantor. Let’s not blow it because the Forces Commander is a little sadistic."

"A little sadistic?"

"When we separate into small groups I'll take Commander Connor with me." Katar ordered, tossing the rifle back to Cap he turned to head back to the palace. "You can have Hanlin."

"Hey!" Cap put the rifle down and pursued him, "He's the dangerous one!"

The light banter continued until they reached the palace. Commander Allen Connor had arrived by the small helijet transport used only when the winds were sufficiently calm enough to permit the small craft to traverse the mountains. This allowed him the luxury of avoiding the long trek on horseback through the Borel Ravine from the harbor.

Queen Sari ordered a lavish dinner to be prepared in honor of their guest.

"I was eager to return to Treborel." The dark haired Commander began as the palace chef brought in a huge platter of steaming meat surrounded by vegetables. "I feel I've been transported back to another time. The tall dark silver palace, its high walls covered in Solar

The silver gems, glistening when the sun chooses to bless its light upon the city. All this sitting high upon a stone bluff, overlooking the dense forest below, surrounded and protected by the majestic mountains on all sides. And the forests that encompass it are prowled by large beasts of world renowned ferocity."

"We do have an abundance of wildlife Commander," Queen Sari smiled, her pale features becoming lovelier. "All of this is due to the strict enforcement of our ecological beliefs. Although I'd hardly label them as placid, the sraeb are no longer a threat to our existence thanks to my son’s efforts at controlling the population."

"Prince Katar and I spoke of that, last evening.” The Commander said, “He explained the difficulty you've been having for so long." The Commander turned his gaze on Katar who was seated across from him. "You've been personally hunting these creatures for over 10 years now. Why haven't you been able to eliminate them?"

"Our goal is not the extinction of the species, Commander. The sraeb have as much right to exist as we do. We are simply trying to control the population.” Katar answered as Cap began to fidget beside him. The mention of hunting caused Cap great difficulty as he struggled to keep his opinions to himself. Not wanting to offend their guest his first night in the city.

Katar continued, “As you stated it has been more than 15 years since the elk population became diseased. Nearly the entire herd perished. The Sraebs being carnivorous only during 'Frenzy', a time of crazed feeding for the beasts, found their main food source gone. The extra layers of fat the animals acquire during this time are necessary for their winter hibernation and survival. So they were forced to come down from the mountains in search of food. We lost hundreds civilians before we were able to push them back into the mountains." Katar glanced at his mother as the memory of his father’s death flared in his mind. He pushed it aside and continued, "Since then the elk population has grown, very slowly. We've had to compensate with the hunting parties."

"I for one am looking forward to the next three weeks." Connor answered, "I understand you're an exceptional woodsman, Your Highness.”

"I suppose I should be. I've been hunting since I was 10 years old.” Katar replied, undaunted by the Commander's disinterest in the background of the hunts. He began to wonder what kind of man Connor truly was.

"I understand that you had quite an experience on your last trip to the Northern Mountains, Commander." Cap challenged, fighting his growing dislike for the Bantorian. "You lost two of your men and almost got yourself killed."

Turning to study the Air Forces Commander, a menacing smile appeared on Commander Connor's face and his brown eyes grew darker as he explained. "It was my mistake, going into the mountains during ‘frenzy’. Although I assure you, my life was never at risk. Unfortunately my companions were not as skilled at self-preservation as I. I was only able to save one of them when the sraeb attacked." His smile grew as their eyes locked.

Amused by the instant dislike between the two large men, Katar decided it could prove to be an interesting journey to the Summit. "Well Commander you don't have to worry about that this time of the year." Katar interrupted, drawing his attention away from Cap. "We will be lucky to find one large male. Most are still in hibernation. The third week of the hunt should bring larger game as we near the Western Chasm."

The conversation turned to the upcoming Summit and continued until the end of the meal. Shortly afterward Cap took his leave, claiming the need for further preparation. Katar knew there was nothing more to be done. He figured his friend had reached his fill of the Bantorian Commander and bid him good night. As the Queer took Commander Connor on twilight a tour of her garden, the pale gray sky turned into a palette of pink and purple hues until it grew dark allowing an occasional star twinkle through its thickness.

Returning to his suite Katar placed a call to Enda's attorney's and advanced them enough money to cover her current debts. As he retired for the night his thoughts went to Cap's warning of the Bantorian. It was unusual for Cap to take an instant dislike to someone. Still, Katar had to admit there was a presence about the Commander. He emanated a sense of supremacy and his answer to Cap's inquiry had been unusual. No one who had experienced a sraeb hunt would ever consider themselves completely exempt from death.

The dawn found the small party leaving the city on horseback. Bosen May the plump blacksmith and Eades Long, the tall, stout Captain of the Queen's Guard brought up the rear of the procession. As the sun rose behind the clouds they headed deep into the mountains. The first few days they concentrated on reaching the lodge deep within the mountains. They were encouraged by the sightings of several females and their cubs searching for berries. Cap was the first to take a large male. In the days following Katar and Commander Connor also killed and butchered a large sraeb.

The butchered meat was sprayed with an ultra-coolant, instantly freezing it solid. Then it was loaded it onto the pack animals for storage at the Lodge, still days away. The early spring weather had continued and with it the animals began to emerge. Making the journey a joy for Katar, who had missed the quiet calm of the mountains, especially at night.

The beginning of the second week found them at the lodge unloading their supplies. Hanlin expressed great pleasure at reaching their half-way point to the Chasm. He was thoroughly intent on spending every available moment in one of the cabin's soft beds. The large log cabin lodge was nestled in a dense grove of evergreens. Directly behind the lodge nestled between two large evergreen trees was a small bathhouse, built over a hot spring. The rest of the week was to have been spent on daily excursions, returning to the warmth and comfort of the lodge at night. Instead, due to Commander Connor's wish to find larger game, they left the lodge and continued on into the more dense areas of the mountains.

As the noon break arrived the company found themselves facing a deep ravine, stretching far into the trees. Separating into two groups, after their meal, they left the horses at base camp and climbed down to the base of the ravine. Katar, Commander Connor and Bosen headed west along its base as Cap took Eades and Hanlin east. The ravine twisted back into itself several times. After several hours Katar worked his way up the side of the steep embankment to find their position. Leaving Bosen and Connor searching a patch of brush covered in berries.

On his return a few moments later, he found no sign of the two hunters. Scanning the moss that covered the forest floor in the dim light, Katar found Bosen's heavy footprints heading deeper into the ravine. The Prince moved to follow as the air filled with an angry roar. The beast's scream was deep and full of rage, turning quickly to pain. Running toward the commotion Katar could tell it was a large male sraeb, judging by the deep tones of its roar. As he ran the cries of the beast mingled with that of Bosen's screams.

Breaking through the line of trees before him, Katar arrived as Bosen snatched up a tree branch and began swinging at the charging beast. Even at a distance Katar could see the Blacksmith was covered in blood. The dark gray fur covered creature was nearly 8 feet long. It had a low center of gravity that enabled it to maneuver quickly and get under its prey. Its long lanky body hugged the ground as it looked for an opportunity to spring. The beast kept its head low to the ground; its short square snout had a vicious sneer, which displayed a massive set of jaws full of razor-like teeth. The short rounded muscular legs ended in long steel-like claws.

Bosen stumbled backward swinging wildly as the beast charged. An arrow flew from the brush behind Bosen toward the beast as Katar rushed forward pulling his laser rifle from the scabbard on his back. The beast's head flew back as the arrow dove deep into its back. An angry roar pounded Katar's ears as he ran forward and shouted at the massive beast. Katar fired into the beast as it turned stopping a few meters from the sraeb. Screaming in pain the beast rolled onto its side and turned toward Katar. The beast charged with surprising speed yet Katar held his ground and fired one last time at the base of the beast’s skull. It fell dead at his feet.

Katar rushed to Bosen who collapsed onto the ground. Katar glanced around for Commander Connor, thinking the Bantorian had been injured or killed. There was no sign of him. Katar pulled off his jacket, ripped off his shirt, tore it in half he pushed it gently against the pulsing flow of blood seeping from Bosen’s shredded shoulder. Katar turned back to retrieve his knife from his jacket and discovered Commander Connor looking down at him silently. Katar snatched up his rifle and tossed it to the Commander. He ordered, "Fire it twice into the air, wait and fire again."

Without a word the Bantorian fired as requested. Turning back to Katar, he surveyed the large beast beside him. "'That was quite a performance. I thought the creature had you. It takes great courage to hold your ground to such a large beast." He stated casually.

Furious with the Commander's complete disregard for Bosen, Katar jumped up and took a hold of the front of his dark gray uniform. "Where were you? His arm's been nearly torn off. He could die!" Shoving the Commander back when he received only a cold stare, Katar added viciously, "Why didn't you help him?"

The same cold smile that greeted Cap that first night reappeared as the Commander answered. "He said he wanted to handle this one himself. I didn't think he was doing so badly. When you showed up there was no need to interfere."

"You just stood by and watched the attack!" Katar said with disgust. Katar moved toward him quickly and Connor shoved him back sharply. At that moment Katar wanted to kill the Commander. Controlling his anger Katar turned back to Bosen, ignoring Connor completely. He would deal with him after Bosen's wounds were tended. Wrapping the rest of his shirt around the bleeding shoulder, Katar lifted the injured Blacksmith into his arms and headed back to the base camp. It seemed like an eternity before he reached the encampment below the small sheltered area they had chosen. Cap appeared in front of him; taking Bosen from his arms, he locked eyes with Katar for only an instant. He said nothing and turned to head up the hill. Cap’s long legs made the steep climb up the side of the incline quickly. Katar followed exhausted.

Placing Bosen down gently on the moss under a large tree Cap examined his wounds and pressed his hand against Bosen’s shoulder to slow the blood flow. "He's losing blood too fast and there isn't anything near here, no villages or a ranch, nothing.” Cap's gaze moved to Connor as the Commander emerged from the ravine. Cap’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face him. "What happened, Commander?" Cap asked his voice low and menacing as Connor approached.

"He allowed a Sraeb to come too close before firing." The Bantorian answered innocently. "I mistakenly thought he could handle the beast."

"Is that how those other men died? You overestimated their skills as well?" Cap started forward, his anger growing.

"Cap," Katar’s voice held him back, "We've got to get him back to the lodge. There's an emergency Communication link in the galley. We can contact the Empathic Colony, it's only two days ride from there. A healer could make it by tomorrow night, if he rides hard." Remembering Katars warning to let him handle Connor, Cap reluctantly turned toward his horse. Eades bounded out of the brush beside him, glancing at Katar then Bosen.

Cap called out to Eades as he headed to saddle his black mare. "Bosen's hurt bad, I'm going on ahead to the lodge to send for a healer."

"How did it happen?" Eades asked heaving deep breaths.

Cap mounted his horse and said, "Connor." He spun the horse around and rode off.

"You're wasting your time." Connor's calm voice reached Eades as he moved toward Katar and Bosen. "He'll be dead by nightfall."

Katar turned slowly toward Connor; a dark fury filled his face. Without a word, he crossed the small clearing, closing the distance between them and slammed his fist into Connors jaw. Connor reeled back down the incline disappearing into the brush.

"You're on your own Commander." Katar said, "I'd head for the Western Chasm as quickly as possible if I were you. If Bosen does die, he won't die alone."

Connor rose to his feet, hatred shown plainly on his face. Eades moved next to Katar and pulled his pistol from his bell; he leveled it at the Bantorian. Silently the Commander turned and walked off into the forest. Turning toward Eades Katar ordered, "Get moving, find Lord Wills."

Just then Hanlin appeared through the trees at the top of the encampment red faced and gasping for air. Eades got the horses saddled and handed Hanlin his reins. They wrapped Bosen’s should up as tightly as they dared to try to slow the blood flow. Then Eades gently hoisted Bosen up to Katar and strapped the blacksmith to Katars back using the two men's belts.

As Katar headed toward the trail Eades helped Hanlin into his saddle and slapped his horse's flank. Then tossing a small bag of supplies on the ground Eades mounted and followed, towing Bosen's horse behind him.