Grim Gambit (Amica Saga #2)

By Richard S. Tuttle

What starts out as a short trip to a temple turns into a race to stay alive as Marcus and Antioch are pursued by a mage enforcer and bounty hunters. Prodded by a priest and a caravan warrior, Marcus finally accepts his fate as the Avenging Shadow and dives into a deep conspiracy that is enslaving the population of Grim and cornering the market for iron.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard S. Tuttle
• Release date: Jun 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301412334

Richard S. Tuttle

eBook Reviews Weekly called Richard “...one of this century's leading authors of innovative fantasy tales." Molly Martin calls him “...a skillful weaver of tales.”Richard S. Tuttle began his writing career in 1997 with the release of the Targa Trilogy (Origin Scroll, Dark Quest, Ancient Prophecy). That trilogy became the foundation for the Alcea Collection, a seventeen volume epic fantasy collection of three series (Targa Trilogy, Sword of Heavens, Demonstone Chronicles).His other works include the Forgotten Legacy, an eight volume series, Complement for a King, a two volume miniseries, and the Amica Saga, his most current work currently in its seventh volume.

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Prologue

End of the Mage Wars

Many considered Alfor to be one of the greatest magicians to ever live. During the Great Mage Wars of Amica, he managed to defeat three other mage lords, consolidating under his control all of the lands north of the Northern Wall, a mountain range that stretched across the entire continent of Amica.

When Terrus the Liberator first made his appearance in Grim, the other mage lords laughed at the fall of King Grim to a mere warrior. It was hardly a matter of note in the Northlands as Grim was the country farthest from the Northern Gate, and no one gave a thought that the problem might spread, but spread it did. Country after country fell to Terrus the Liberator, and with each fallen country, the Liberator's army grew. A campaign that was slow to start gathered speed with each increase in the army's strength, and eventually Alfor became concerned. He sent messengers to the other mage lords with a proposal, unite under him and together they would destroy Terrus and his army. The other mage lords refused the offer, confident in their own abilities to defeat Terrus. Not a single mage lord below the Northern Wall was willing to pledge his allegiance to Alfor, even to save his own kingdom.

The countries of the Westlands were the first to fall, followed eventually by the Southern Tier. As the wars between the countries of the Northlands were well in the past, the mage lords of the Northlands had relaxed their need for standing armies. When the countries of the Lakelands fell, Alfor sent out word to his subordinate mage lords to start building a massive army to defend the Northlands, but they had waited too long to prepare. Because of the massive size of Terrus's army, the Midlands fell with surprising speed. Before the Northlands could prepare for a potential invasion, Terrus's army was at the Northern Gate, a massive fortress erected to block the only pass through the Northern Wall.

Despite his considerable power, Alfor's armies were insufficient to halt the campaign of Terrus the Liberator. As Terrus's armies poured through the Northern Gate, Alfor summoned his subordinate mage lords to the castle in Clandor Kye.

We're doomed! announced one of the mage lords. His armies number in the hundreds of thousands. There is no way to stop them.

The whole world is against us! cried another.

We must surrender or die, proclaimed a third.

I will not suffer a surrender to a mere warrior, Alfor declared. I would rather die.

The assembled lords gasped at the lord's proclamation. In their hearts, they had already decided to surrender rather than die, but none of them had courage enough to go against Alfor. Every major lord at the table immediately fell silent, hoping that Alfor would change his mind. Among the dozens of minor mage lords lining the walls of the throne room was a young mage by the name of Saratella. Although he spoke softly, his voice carried well in the silence of the throne room.

There is a third option, Saratella said.

Alfor's head snapped towards the sound of the young man's voice. His eyes burrowed into the young mage, and he signaled for Saratella to step forward.

What is the third option? Alfor asked.

What is it that Terrus will do when he conquers us? asked Saratella.

If we do not surrender, offered one of the major lords, he will kill us.

And if we do surrender? questioned Saratella.

He will clamp mage collars on each of us, answered the other lord.

And then he will throw us on a ship and demand we sail to Lantana, added another mage.

And if we just decide on a strategic retreat? Saratella posed with a hint of a smile.

Retreat to where? scowled one of the mage lords. Terrus rules the entire continent except for the Northlands. There is nowhere to go.

Except to Lantana, Alfor stated with a nod of his head. I see what you are proposing, Saratella, and it makes strategic sense. It would be a withdrawal under our own conditions, but I could never stomach living among those weak mage lords who refused my offer of help. It would feel the same as a surrender.

Then we do not settle in any of the cities surrounding Founder's Bay, proposed Saratella. Lantana is a huge island, almost as big as any major country of Amica. Let us settle beyond Founder's Bay. We can make our own world there.

The major mage lords grew excited at the prospect of avoiding the coming confrontation with Terrus the Liberator. They all started embracing Saratella's plan and offering suggestions on where to land the ship. Even Alfor began to nod in agreement, realizing that a strategic retreat would be the only way to maintain his grip on power. Before the Liberator could hack his way through Alfor's defending soldiers, the mage lords of the Northlands set sail for Lantana. They bypassed Founder's Bay and found an excellent natural harbor on the southwest coast of Lantana. The ships entered that harbor and founded the city of Alfor's Landing. The simple act of their leaving the Northlands resulted in the end of the Great Mage Wars of Lantana.

Chapter 1

Warnings

The mage ship glided to a halt alongside the Lantanan dock in Odessa. Without waiting for the mooring to be complete, a tall confident man leaped to the dock and headed towards the shipping office on the wharf. Before he reached the door, it opened. The dock master stepped out to greet the visitor, his gaze curious and questioning. The passenger halted in front of the dock master and covertly showed an ornate medallion. The dock master stiffened.

How may I serve you? the dock manager asked formally.

I seek the watering hole for the bounty hunters infesting this city, stated the visitor.

The dock master nodded with understanding. That would be the Crimson Mug, he declared. It used to be the tavern of choice for the Crimson Guards, but they no longer exist. The assassins and bounty hunters have claimed it for their own.

The stranger nodded and turned to make his way into the city.

Be careful in there, warned the dock master. They are a nasty lot.

A slight smirk appeared on the stranger's face, but the dock master never saw it. The visitor didn't even acknowledge the warning as he continued past the wharf and into the city. When he reached the Crimson Mug, he hesitated outside. When the area was clear of travelers, he removed his white cloak, leaving him attired in finely crafted black leathers, an attire quite fitting for a wealthy bounty hunter. He entered the tavern quietly and took a seat at an empty table. He ordered a mug of ale and sat silently, listening to the conversations going on around him. Within minutes he felt he had a grasp of the general sentiment of the bounty hunters. They were frustrated and tired of searching for the nonexistent Avenging Shadow. More than a few seemed to be ready to give up the search. The stranger was not surprised. Although the bounty was a tempting one, the Avenging Shadow had not appeared since the death of Voltak months ago. He finished his mug of ale and stood in the middle of the aisle.

I need to hire six of you, he announced loudly. The common room quieted and everyone turned to stare at the speaker. I will pay the going bounty to each and every one of the six that survives the encounter with the Avenging Shadow.

Newcomer, spat one of the men. He walks in here and acts as if he is important.

Go find him yourself, shouted another.

We don't need to team up to kill one man, taunted a third. What? You need some of us to protect you?

Many of the men laughed, but the stranger sighed and shook his head as if he was disgusted because he had to deal with such morons.

There isn't a man in here that could survive a battle against the Avenging Shadow, the stranger warned. At least not alone. Are you not aware that he cut his way through the elite Crimson Guards? Do each of you think you are invincible?

One of the customers rose from his seat and approached the stranger.

We are not weak women like yourself, spat the customer. I can take the Avenging Shadow without anyone's help. Now, why don't you leave us in peace to drink our ale. You're stinking up the place.

The stranger smiled thinly. You couldn't take your mother in a fair fight, friend, he said evenly. Why don't you sit down while I finish my conversation with the men in here.

The taunt produced an immediate response. The customer swung his fist at the stranger's head, but the move was expected. The stranger smoothly blocked the punch and countered with a fist to the customer's stomach. As the man doubled over, the stranger brought his knee up to the man's chin. As the body toppled to the floor, the customer's two friends leaped up and pulled their swords. The stranger moved so swiftly that most of the patrons missed the kicks that sent the two men sprawling. None of the three bodies moved. In fact, the only movement came from behind the stranger. The tavern owner emerged out of the kitchen with a large club in hand. The stranger turned towards the owner and held a gold coin up for him to see. The owner frowned in confusion and halted his approach. The stranger tossed the coin to the owner.

That is for any damage, the stranger said. I am not here looking for trouble. I will be leaving as soon as I say my piece.

The owner pocketed the coin, but he did not retreat. The stranger turned his back to the owner and glanced around the room before continuing.

I know more about the Avenging Shadow than anyone in here, he declared. I know how to find him, and I know how to kill him, but I will not be foolish in my pursuit. I will hire the best six of you who desire to collect the bounty.

You seem capable of handling yourself, said one of the customers after a glance at the bodies on the floor. Why do you need six of us?

The Avenging Shadow is never alone, explained the stranger. He has a constant companion, and that companion is a mage. No single man will succeed against the two of them.

Gasps echoed through the room. While there had been rumors that a mage had been seen in Odessa around the same time as the Avenging Shadow, no one had imagined that they were companions.

Just who are you? questioned one of the customers.

I am called Ecaro, said the stranger. I will wait outside the northern gate of the city at dawn tomorrow. Anyone wanting to join me should come prepared to travel.

Ecaro turned to leave, but he halted at the door and turned back to face the room. I am sure that there will be more than six of you applying, so come prepared to show that you are one of the best. I am only taking six of you with me.

After Ecaro left the Crimson Mug, several customers moved to the three unconscious men and tried to revive them. During the commotion, one of the other customers quietly made his way to the rear door and slipped into the alley.

* * *

Marcus and August stood outside the mansion of the Specter estate. Their conversation was quiet as Marcus pointed in various directions, and August nodded his head in understanding. A sudden commotion near the Inland Road caught their attention, and both of the young men turned their full attention to the cause of the disturbance. A small military contingent had approached the gates of the estate, and the guards posted there had signaled a warning to the guards further back.

Visitors? Marcus pondered out loud. That is unusual.

August stared at the distant soldiers and eventually smiled when he recognized them. It's my father, he said excitedly. He is finally paying us a visit.

The two men walked back towards the mansion as Commander Cragor approached the gates and gave permission for the contingent to enter the estate. Marcus and August waited at the steps of the mansion for Lord Vandar to arrive.

Father! greeted August. We are pleased to see you.

Lord Vandar and Byron dismounted as Commander Denzel gave instructions to his men to care for the horses and relax for a while. Lord Vandar approached the steps in a formal manner and nodded respectfully to Marcus.

Lord Specter, Lord Vandar asked, may I have the pleasure of an audience?

You have no need of formalities on this estate, Lord Vandar, smiled Marcus. You are always welcome here.

Lord Vandar smiled broadly. His stiff posture dissipated, and he stepped forward and embraced his son. You have been gone too long, August, he said softly. We all miss you.

And I miss you, August smiled back and then winked at his brother. What brings you here today? Is Byron not handling his training well? Have you come to drag me back to handle the affairs of the Vandar estate?

Lord Vandar laughed heartily. Byron is doing quite well, he said warmly. I would trust the handling of the Vandar estate to either one of you. How are you getting along here?

Quite well, Father, August replied. The Specter estate is running smoothly. Marcus and I were just discussing some rather interesting ideas to improve it even more. Would you like to hear about them?

Lord Vandar's face creased with concern, and he shook his head. Another time perhaps, he said softly. I have come to deliver some rather disturbing news.

Marcus frowned. Let us go inside, he suggested. I will have some refreshments served.

I would rather stretch my legs, if that is all right, Lord Vandar responded. Perhaps the six of us can stroll around your estate. I really haven't seen it since you took over.

Marcus frowned at the lord's words and looked around. Off to one side stood Commander Denzel of the Vandar estate and Commander Cragor, the head of Marcus's own army. The two soldiers held grim faces, and Marcus knew that whatever had brought Lord Vandar to his home, the sense of danger had already been shared between the two commanders. He nodded in agreement, and the six men started strolling towards the small village of the Specter estate.

You must be aware of the escalating search for the Avenging Shadow in Odessa, opened Lord Vandar. Every assassin and bounty hunter in the world must be descending upon our capital city in search of you and that magical sword, but Commander Denzel has come across some rather disturbing news that causes me to worry for your safety. In the last week, he has learned of at least three groups who are also searching for the blacksmith, Marcus of Fairfield, and they are not confining their search to Odessa. Earlier today we found one of those groups sniffing around the Vandar estate. It seems that they are aware that you served for a time on my estate. My concern is that while most of my people know nothing about the Avenging Shadow, far too many people know that Marcus of Fairfield is now Lord Specter. It is only a matter of time before you are traced here. You need to leave this estate for a while until things cool down and the hunters give up in frustration.

Marcus sighed and shook his head. Spring is here, he replied. Already the geese are starting their northward journey, and we have fields to plant. This is no time for me to go wandering about the country. I do not know why anyone should be searching for Marcus of Fairfield, but let them come. I am safest right here at home.

Lord Vandar glanced around the estate and shook his head. Safe? he questioned. Your army is a tenth of the size of my army, and you have nearly as much land to patrol. You don't have enough soldiers to keep rustlers away from your cattle, never mind protect you day and night. You are not safe here.

All is not as it seems, Marcus smiled as he waved towards all of the people moving about the estate. Look around with a suspicious eye, Lord Vandar. See the butcher, the carpenter, the baker? They are also soldiers in my army. The ranch hands and the farmers are trained fighters, every one.

Father, interjected August, the Specter estate has become the home of the former rebel army. Marcus is not exaggerating. When the rebel army disbanded, they didn't have anywhere to go. Marcus opened up this estate to them, and they will protect him with their lives. I agree with Lord Specter. He is safer here than anywhere else.

No one will harm Lord Specter on this estate, confirmed Commander Cragor. I will guarantee that.

Byron glanced around at all the familiar faces and smiled in acknowledgement. He then frowned and asked, Where is Antioch? Shouldn't he be involved in this discussion?

He and Camy are in Odessa, answered Marcus. They spend most weeks there and rarely come home.

Antioch and Camy? questioned Byron. What an odd couple.

Marcus laughed. One would think that at first glance, he commented, but the two of them have become quite close. They are both intrigued by knowledge that escapes other men.

They are both spies at heart, agreed Commander Cragor. They bring back weekly reports about what is happening in the capital.

Actually, countered Marcus, I understand that Antioch spends most of his time in the archives. He is keen on solving a puzzle that seems to be unsolvable.

Lord Vandar grew irritated at the diversion of the conversation from the topic he wished to discuss. I think I will take up your offer for refreshments, Lord Specter, he said as he threw a stern glance at his younger son. Let's sit down and discuss this matter in private.

Marcus frowned with concern, but he nodded to the visiting lord and forced a smile to his lips. Show Byron what we have accomplished, he said to August. I think he will be impressed. Commander, he continued turning to face Cragor, see to our guests needs. I will send for you if I need you.

With the others properly dismissed, Lord Specter led Lord Vandar back to the mansion and into a large sitting room. He ordered refreshments and then closed the door to assure their privacy.

I am pleased with your concern for my safety, Marcus began, but I am truly safe here on the Specter estate. I cannot think of a place where I would be safer.

You are not the only one endangered, retorted Lord Vandar. Many men on this estate might die protecting you. Have you given any thought to that?

Suddenly, the lord's real concern came into focus, and Marcus sighed with the knowledge that he had failed to pick up on it sooner. Lord Vandar must have been terribly worried when Byron chose to risk his life to stand alongside the Avenging Shadow. Now, Marcus was inviting harm to his other son by refusing to leave the estate.

I will release August from his duties here, offered Marcus. Your family has been a blessing to me, Lord Vandar. The last thing I want to do is cause harm to one of your sons. August can return to the Vandar estate with you and Byron.

Lord Vandar sighed and bowed his head as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. I wish it were that easy, Marcus, he said softly. I had an argument with Byron on the way here. He knows that I came to get you to leave the estate for a while, and he is adamant about leaving with you. August will be just as stubborn about staying here to manage your estate as he promised to do. I do not seem able to protect them.

Marcus smiled and nodded. You have raised two fine sons, Lord Vandar, he said. You should be proud of both of them.

A servant entered the room and set a tray of refreshments on the table. Lord Vandar waited until the servant had retreated before responding.

I am very proud of them, he stated, but I don't want you to think that my only concern in coming here today is over the safety of my sons. I have come to think of you as my third son, Marcus, and I am truly concerned for your safety. I know what it is like to hunker down in a mansion when there are untold peoples trying to kill you. You may indeed survive the threat, but isn't there an easier path to follow? Would it truly hurt to take some time off and travel for a while?

Before Marcus had a chance to respond, the door opened again. Antioch and Camy entered the room and closed the door. Marcus threw a puzzled glance at the two men as they crossed the room. It was unlike either of them to barge into a room unbidden, especially when a visiting lord was present.

There is trouble coming this way, declared Camy. The search for the Avenging Shadow is spreading out from Odessa.

Lord Vandar was just telling me that, Marcus replied. Surely this news could have waited until my guest left.

It cannot wait, retorted Antioch. Members of the Amica Council of Wizards have entered the fray. It seems they too are afraid of the Sword of Articus. Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but Antioch held up a hand to forestall him. It gets worse, Marcus. Last night Camy overheard a conversation in the Crimson Mug. A man named Ecaro is hiring six bounty hunters to kill you, and I have no doubt that he will be here within a day.

Marcus frowned deeply. So seven killers are coming this way, Marcus said. We have faced far greater threats. Why does this Ecaro frighten you?

Ecaro is an enforcer for the Supreme Council of Lantana, Antioch declared.

A mage? gasped Marcus.

More than a mere mage, Antioch replied. Like Mari, Ecaro is a battle mage. skilled warrior, and excellent tracker. He will not abandon his quest until you are dead.

There is more, said Marcus. I can see it in your eyes.

He said that he knows where to find you, offered Camy. He also said that he knows how to kill you. And he is aware that you have a mage as your constant companion.

What bounty hunter would not state such boasts? questioned Lord Vandar.

Ecaro, answered Antioch. While an enforcer would certainly use deceit to achieve his goal, he would not be prone to idle boasting.

Antioch moved close to Marcus and reached for the necklace around the lord's neck. Marcus instinctively recoiled and looked up at the mage with a questioning expression.

That necklace has a locating spell on it, explained Antioch. It must be destroyed.

Destroyed? balked Marcus. I will not allow you to destroy it. It is my only link to Mari.

Don't you understand? scowled Antioch. Mari has betrayed you.

There you are wrong, retorted Marcus. I will use the necklace to talk with Mari and prove it to you.

No! Antioch shouted. Mari no longer has the corresponding gem in her possession. Ecaro has it. That is how he will track you. If you use it now you will alert him that you know he is coming. It must be destroyed.

Marcus frowned as he removed the necklace and stared at it. When Antioch reached for it, Marcus pulled his hand away and shook his head.

I will not destroy it, he said adamantly. I do not believe that Mari would betray me like that. I just won't wear it any more.

That is not good enough, stated the mage. Even if we left on a journey and you left the necklace here, you would be giving clues to Ecaro that we cannot afford to give.

Can't you find a way to remove the tracking spell? Camy asked Antioch.

Antioch glanced at the spymaster for a moment and then nodded. King Brotus sent a medallion to Lord Specter to show his appreciation, he said to Camy. Fetch me the small box that holds it.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, but he told Camy where to find the box, and the spymaster retreated from the room. He returned moments later with the small decorative box.

Place the necklace in the box, Antioch instructed Marcus. I will then cast a shield around the box. It will effectively stop the magic from escaping, and you can keep the necklace safe as long as you don't open the box. Will you agree to keep it closed?

Marcus hesitated, but he eventually nodded and placed the necklace in the box. Antioch waved a hand over the box while mumbling under his breath. When the mage was satisfied that Ecaro could not detect the gem or communicate with the necklace, he handed the box to Marcus.

I know nothing of magic, frowned Lord Vandar, but if that mage was using the necklace to locate Marcus, won't he already know where Marcus is?

He will have a general idea of where in the country to search, answered Antioch, but at this distance from the city, the detail will not be fine enough to locate the last position of the necklace. He will have lost the edge he needs to find Marcus.

There aren't that many places this far from the city, Lord Vandar countered. He will just search every estate out here until he finds Marcus.

He will fail to find the Avenging Shadow, smiled Antioch. When Ecaro arrives in this area, Marcus will not be here. We will be off on a journey.

A journey? echoed Marcus. You too?

Antioch smiled. I solved the riddle, he said. I now know what Seth was trying to tell us. We have a short journey to make.

Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. While the others might not understand what Antioch was saying, Marcus did. He knew that the archivist had been visiting Odessa in an attempt to decrypt the note that Seth had left inside the black hilt centuries ago. The thought that Antioch had actually decoded the message sent a thrill of exhilaration racing up the young lord's spine. He looked at Antioch with eager anticipation.

When do we leave? he asked excitedly. How long will we be gone?

We leave right away, smiled Antioch. As for the duration, I think a couple of weeks should suffice.

Marcus wanted to ask Antioch where they were going, but he recognized that the mage was being intentionally vague. Wherever they were going, he wanted to leave no clue to their destination with those who stayed behind.

So you are going to leave the estate? questioned Lord Vandar, his faced creased with concern.

I am, nodded Marcus, but fear not, Lord Vandar. There is no need for me to take Byron or August with me. Antioch and I can travel alone.

Actually, Antioch said softly, I had planned to bring along Camy and a couple of men. Just to be safe, he added.

Marcus nodded as he rose, signifying an end to his conversation with Lord Vandar. He didn't mean to be abrupt, but he was anxious to speak alone with Antioch to find out what mystery the coded message had revealed.

Chapter 2

Book of Seth

The trail had steadily diminished until it was barely more than a wide  game trail, and Antioch had slowed the pace of the riders to a mere walk. When he came to a sizeable clearing in the trees, the mage halted the procession and stared northward, gazing at the rising peaks of the Damblier Mountains. For several minutes, no one spoke, but Marcus was sure that Antioch had lost his way. The mage had steadfastly refused to divulge where he was leading the group, but after four days of travel, everyone was growing concerned. They had not passed a single village in over two days. They had not even seen another person since before setting up camp the previous night.

You're lost, Marcus said accusingly. Perhaps if you shared our destination, the rest of us might be able to help navigate through this wilderness. What in Kor are we searching for?

We are not in Kor anymore, declared Camy. We left our home country over two days ago. I think we are in Basyl.

Antioch shook his head as if hearing the conversation around him for the first time. He turned to gaze at the others.

We aren't in Basyl, either, the mage said. We crossed the border into Lanka earlier today. He pointed northward. We head for the mountains now, he revealed. We will be there soon.

I am not fond of surprises, pushed Marcus. Where will we be?

At the temple, responded Antioch. Let's take a meal break before covering the last distance.

The riders dismounted and let the horses roam freely. They sat on the grass and ate trail rations in silence, but Antioch could sense the unease and unspoken questions troubling the rest of the group.

I didn't want to make any mention of our destination before we arrived, the mage explained. Its location at the foot of the Damblier Mountains will place us in a position with no escape. One inadvertent slip of the tongue with a passerby would have been enough to allow our enemies to find us. I apologize.

Marcus seemed relieved to learn the truth. He sighed with understanding and nodded. I heard that the people used to follow religions, he said, but I didn't know that anyone still did. Or is the temple just a relic of times gone by?

I am not sure, admitted the archivist. Amica used to host abundant temples before the Mage Wars, but the people lost faith in the gods when the Mage Lords enslaved them. Or maybe the Mage Lords destroyed the religions. The temples in the cities of Amica were all destroyed during the wars, but there are areas of the continent where war did not reach. This area is one of those.

Lanka was not involved in the Mage Wars? asked one of Camy's men.

All countries were involved in the wars, answered Antioch, but this could hardly be called part of any country. Oh, the maps show the countries spreading their boundaries all the way to the mountains, but that is just the tendency of man to claim what no one else has already claimed. In reality, civilization rarely spreads more than fifty leagues from the coast. There are no government offices up here, and the army patrols never come near the mountains. Kor is an aberration because the country is so small and the Damblier Mountains curve down into the heart of the country, but the countries of the rest of the Southern Tier flourish only along the coast.

Why are we going to a temple? asked Camy. What do you hope to find there?

The Book of Seth, answered Antioch. The message left in the hilt of the Sword of Articus said that it was left at this temple. Our task is to find it.

Then let us go find it, Marcus said excitedly as he rose to his feet. This has the makings of a great adventure.

Antioch chuckled at the enthusiasm and also rose. The others followed and soon the group was riding northward through the clearing. At the edge of the clearing was a very narrow game trail, more fit for walking than riding. Antioch sighed with disappointment in the delay, but he chose to dismount rather than suffer overgrown branches whipping his face. The others followed, and the group moved along the narrow path leading their horses. Two hours later, the narrow path opened wide, and fields of grain spread out before them. Across the fields was a small village at the very base of the mountains. Antioch lifted his gaze high and saw the temple perched on a promontory jutting out over the village. His heart fluttered with excitement, and he mounted his horse to speed the journey to the base of the mountain.

The villagers halted their work in the fields to watch as the group approached, giving the impression that visitors were seldom seen in the area. The expressions were more curious than hostile, and the mage ignored them, focusing his attention on the mountain. He saw a never-ending set of steps chiseled into the face of the mountain, and long ropes stretching down to the village from the promontory. A large basket was attached to ropes at the village end, and villagers were loading it with supplies to be hoisted up to the temple. He glanced towards the base of the steps and saw a small corral with a couple of horses contained within it. He altered course towards the corral and dismounted when he arrived. A young boy greeted the visitors at the gate to the corral, asking if they were bound for the temple. Antioch nodded and handed the boy several coins to care for the horses. The boys eyes widened in wonder at the wealth bestowed upon him, and his face brightened with a broad grin.

Antioch led the group up the stairs with an eager pace that soon devolved into a steady plodding climb. After what seemed like a thousand steps, Antioch felt the exhaustion of the effort. He halted and turned to nonchalantly gaze over the valley. The others were forced to stop, and the mage's face reddened with embarrassment.

I thought I should say a few words before we reach the top, wheezed Antioch. I told you why we were coming to this temple, but it is important that you not divulge what we are searching for. The priests probably guard their library with a passion, and we have no need to arouse suspicions before we find what we came for.

The other men nodded in understanding and waited for more instructions from the mage, but Antioch remained silent, trying to recover his breath. Marcus smiled knowingly and stepped up to the same step as Antioch. He silently reached out and pulled the heavy pack off of Antioch's back and slung it over his shoulder. The proud archivist did not object as Marcus expected. He merely nodded thankfully and slowly continued the climb upward. When they reached the top of the stairs, a wizened man wearing a white robe stood there to greet them.

Welcome to the Temple of Arti, greeted the man. I am John. How may I assist you?

Are you the priest? asked Antioch.

John shook his head. I am but an acolyte in service to Brother Dominic, he answered. Did you wish to see the priest?

Eventually, Antioch replied, but I fear we need to rest first. Those steps are brutal.

John smiled. Didn't the boy at the corral tell you of the horse trail? he asked. It is a circuitous route that takes nearly half a day, but it is far less strenuous.

Antioch chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he remembered the boy's beaming face when he was handed the coins. I suppose it slipped his mind, Antioch replied. Is there a library that we can rest in for a while?

We have a very extensive library, the acolyte stated proudly, but it is an improper setting for refreshments. Let me guide you to a garden and then I will bring food to restore your energy. The priest will join you there after a while.

The group was led to a well-tended garden with stone benches. The acolyte disappeared as soon as they were settled and sent trays of food for the visitors. They dined on fresh fruits and a meatless stew, and everyone felt revived.

Who is Arti? Camy asked as they finished up the refreshments.

Arti is the patron god of mankind, answered Antioch. He was probably the most worshipped god before the Mage Wars. It is amazing that a temple devoted to him still exists after all these years.

It is not so amazing, came a voice from the path. It is a show of devotion.

All turned to see an elderly man clothed in a pale yellow robe approach.

All of the people you see at this temple and in the village below, the priest continued, are descendants of six families. Together we have cared for this temple for over a thousand years, and we will continue to care for it a thousand years from now. I am Brother Dominic, the priest of this temple. I understand that you wished to speak to me.

Antioch rose and lowered his head in a respectful greeting. The others quickly rose and mimicked the mage.

We are honored that you would treat us with such respect and kindness, Antioch said. I am Antioch, and we have come searching for enlightenment.

Enlightenment? mused the priest as he sat on one of the benches. An interesting phrase. You, Antioch, appear to know a fair bit of history. What type of enlightenment are you searching for?

We seek knowledge in your library, admitted the mage.

The priest's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the small group of men. Our library is quite extensive, the priest eventually said, but so are the libraries in all of the major cities of Amica. Why does a wizard and four warriors travel such a great distance to browse our library?

Antioch raised an eyebrow at the priest's evaluation of the visitors. He quickly reevaluated the old man as having a keen intellect.

I have already visited the libraries and archives of the Southern Tier, stated Antioch. What I seek can only be found here. I am searching for a book written shortly after the end of the Mage Wars. May we search your library?

For fifty years after the end of the Mage Wars, replied the priest, there was a great renaissance of religion in Amica, but it did not last. The people soon lost their faith in the gods once again. Today, not many people even know that the temples still exist. The majority of writing from those days has been lost to the libraries of the cities, but the temples have cherished and preserved those writings. What is the name of the book you seek?

Antioch refused to answer the question. The priest waited only a short while before rising to his feet and pulling a small bell out of the sleeve of his robe. He rang the bell and John soon appeared in the path. The priest nodded towards Camy and the two warriors with him.

Take those three and show them the workings of our hoist, instructed the priest.

Marcus rose to his feet in protest, worrying that the priest intended to shove his friends over the cliff. Antioch noticed the priest's intense stare at the hilt protruding from Marcus's sheath.

It's all right, Marcus, Antioch said quietly. This is the priest's domain. Allow him to see to us as he desires. No harm will come to Camy and the others.

You are intuitive, the priest said to Antioch as the acolyte escorted the warriors away. The priest turned to face Marcus and took a deep breath.

Do you trust your life to this wizard? questioned the priest.

Marcus frowned in confusion, but he nodded. I have trusted him with my life in the past, and I will do so again in the future.

Then I can only trust in your judgment, replied the priest. What is the name of the book you seek?

Marcus was confused not only by the change in the priest's demeanor, but also the man's sudden change of focus to Marcus rather than Antioch. He suspected that the priest knew much more about him than the blacksmith knew about the Temple of Arti. It scared him and intrigued him at the same time.

The Book of Seth, Marcus declared.

Show me the sword, demanded the priest.

Marcus looked to the mage for direction. Antioch raised an eyebrow in surprise, but he nodded his agreement. Marcus unsheathed the Sword of Articus and held it out for the priest's inspection. Brother Dominic did not hesitate. He reached for the leather wrapping and exposed the engraving underneath. He inhaled sharply as the word Articus came into view. The priest carefully rewrapped the blade and signaled for Marcus to sheath it.

Follow me, the priest said as he turned and headed for the temple.

Antioch and Marcus followed the priest into the ancient stone building. Brother Dominic led them through dark and gloomy corridors until they came to a doorway off a short hallway. The priest unlocked the door and led the visitors to the far corner of the room. The shelves in this area of the library were ancient, and dust showed that the volumes had not been moved in many years. Brother Dominic removed several large tomes from the shelf and set them on the floor. He reached deep into the shelves and pulled out a thin leather-bound volume that had no dust upon it. The lettering on the cover of the book proclaimed it to be the Book of Seth. He handed the treasure to Marcus and then replaced the removed books to restore the shelf to it original condition.

We would never have found it behind those large books, commented Antioch. How did you know exactly where it was?

Many secrets are passed down from priest to priest, explained Brother Dominic. The importance of the Book of Seth was the most important of all. My family has guarded it for over four hundred years. There is another part of the secret to be revealed, he continued, but I am hesitant to reveal it in the presence of a wizard. Who are you Antioch? Why are you speaking for the Son of Seth?

Antioch is not a wizard, offered Marcus. He is the head archivist of Lantana.

What? gasped the priest. You can't be serious, Marcus?

Be at ease, calmed Marcus. Antioch is the man responsible for bringing me the Sword of Articus. He is also the one who decoded the message left in the black hilt. Were it not for him, I would not be standing here today. Trust him as you trust me.

Brother Dominic still trembled slightly, but he nodded in understanding. There is a shrine on the grounds that is dedicated to Terrus the Liberator, he revealed. It was built by Seth himself, and I am instructed to tell you that it is important to your quest. I was warned not to let anyone else know of this, so I hope your faith in Antioch is justified.

Terrus the Liberator? questioned Antioch. Why would a temple host a tribute to a warrior?

Terrus was an instrument of god, explained the priest. Why do you think the sword was named Articus? When neither visitor responded, the priest continued, In the old language, cus was a term meaning blessed. Thus Articus means Blessed Arti, much like the name Marcus means Blessed Child. I am sure by now that you have noticed that not just any man can wield the powers of the Sword of Articus. Terrus was chosen for his mission.

Then Marcus was also chosen? asked Antioch.

Apparently so, nodded the priest. I cannot speak to the hows and whys of such things, but the truth is undeniable. Arti is using Marcus to achieve a goal. I do not know what goal that is, but you will find help in every temple of Arti across the land. The sword will identify you as an instrument of god.

Have you read the Book of Seth? asked Antioch.

The priest nodded. As I am sure every priest here has since it was written, he answered. I truly do not understand it. It is merely a book of poetry, and not very good poetry at that, but I do not need to understand god to follow his instructions. I pray that the poems will make sense to Marcus.

Where is the shrine? asked Antioch.

There is a path at the rear of the temple, answered the priest. Follow it uphill until you come to a small glade. The shrine will be there. Come. I will lead you to the foot of the path.

The priest led them out of the library, locking the door as they left. They moved through the dark corridors to a rear door and then to the foot of a steep hill.

You will have no trouble finding it, stated the priest. The path will be narrow as it is seldom used, but it is passable. Groundskeepers use it to keep the vegetation at bay around the shrine.

Antioch and Marcus climbed the hill and found the small glade. Centered in the clearing was a small stone structure with an entrance. There was no door to protect the interior from the weather, nor was there need for one. Everything was made of stone. Antioch lit a torch and moved inside. Marcus followed, but the small room was tight, and the men had to stand shoulder to shoulder to view the artwork chiseled into the stone. Antioch stared at the likeness of Terrus the Liberator. He was holding the Sword of Articus, and Antioch nodded in understanding.

That is how the priest recognized the hilt of the sword, he said. He has probably seen this carving a thousand times.

The detail of the hilt is very accurate, Marcus agreed, but why are we here? The picture tells me nothing.

Antioch studied the drawing carefully, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The artwork was carved into blocks of stone. The stones were all rectangular, but of various shapes and sizes. The eyes of the carving stared straight ahead, not focusing on anything else in the drawing. The fingers of one hand were wrapped around the blade of the sword while the other hand hung by the warrior's side. Terrus was not pointing at