The Quest for the Trilogy

Book 4: The Rover

by Mel Odom

Genres: Epic Fantasy; Fantasy action & adventure; Sword & Sorcery

Synopsis

The secret to protecting the civilized world from an ancient threat may lie in the pages of three books…and it is up to master librarians of the past and present to secure these pages of knowledge.

Set in the years after Lord of the Libraries, young halfer Juhg is still growing into his job as Grandmagister when an ally from the past, the wizened wizard Craugh returns with warnings of an ancient threat that may resurface--the so-called "Kharrion's Wrath" which endangers the existence of the world. Juhg must now unlock the secrets contained in the journals of his now absent mentor Wick, the former Grandmagister and legendary hero known as "The Rover." He must also continue his documented but clandestine search for a trilogy of books, which brings him through many different realms of their very dangerous world…and into conflict and contact with other races (elves, dwarves, and men) whose fates are all intertwined among the pages of the great book of Time.

The Quest for the Trilogy weaves three separate quests into one as the young historian races against the clock to protect not just his world, but all others as well.



At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

Release date: March 20, 2007

Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates

Print pages: 464

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Quest for the Trilogy

BOOK ONE
BONESLICER
FOREWORD
"Education Is Overrated, Grandmagister Juhg!"
"Having second thoughts, Grandmagister?" a deep voice asked from behind Juhg.
Startled, Juhg turned and faced the speaker. He hadn't even heard him approach. But that was usual for the man. Craugh had spent much of the last thousand years skulking in shadows.
He stood on the loose cobblestones of the street. Dressed in dust-stained russet-colored homespun garments, he didn't look like a wizard. Instead, six and a half feet tall and skinny as a rake, he looked like a weary traveler, days from his last meal.
A wide-brimmed, peaked hat shadowed his face from the noonday sun, but it didn't completely smooth out the crags years had left stamped upon him. Scars lay there too, from knife and sword and arrow. Still, his hawk's beak of a nose and his bright green eyes implied power and a relentless nature. He leaned upon the rough staff he carried, hand resting idly on the crook at the end of it. He drew his other hand through the tangled mess of his long gray beard.
In all the years past that Juhg had known the wizard, Craugh had only referred to him as "apprentice," as if he were the only Novice Librarian that Grandmagister Lamplighter had ever taken on to train at the Vault of All Known Knowledge. Now, with the Grandmagister's departure and Juhg's naming to the position of Grandmagister, Craugh addressed him by his title. Most of the time.
(Sometimes the wizard still referred to Juhg as idiot and buffoon, and those weren't meant as terms of endearment. Theyboth missed Edgewick Lamplighter, for reasons each their own, but that didn't mean they agreed how to proceed without their friend.)
"I'm long past second thoughts," Juhg muttered. He drew himself to his full height, still only a little more than three and a half feet tall. He was a dweller, much thinner and more wiry than most. Dwellers tended to be short and stout, and fat in their later years when they could afford to succumb to their innate selfishness. Juhg was pale at present, with fair hair and a youthful appearance. Today, instead of Librarian robes, he wore finery that he felt uncomfortable in.
"Eh?" Craugh said, holding a hand to his ear.
Juhg sighed. He hated it when the wizard pretended not to hear him because he couldn't speak tall enough.
"I'm long past second thoughts," Juhg said more loudly, curbing at least three--no, four--sharp retorts that came to mind to address Craugh's hearing ability as well as his advancing years.
At the moment, though, he didn't wish to lose Craugh's support and--perhaps it would stretch the very nature of the definition to call it such--friendship. As the new Grandmagister negotiating with the important leaders of the dwarves, humans, and elves along the Shattered Coast, Juhg felt inept and very much alone these past few days.
"Good," Craugh said, and smiled grimly. "You should be of a more positive mind."
"I'm probably on forty-sixth or forty-seventh thoughts," Juhg admitted. "And that's just today. After lunch." In truth, he felt sick. Even so, he felt driven to at least attempt to accomplish the goal he'd set for himself. "I just don't want to botch this."
"Nonsense." Craugh gazed up at the town meeting hall. "You'll do fine."
Making himself breathe out so he wouldn't hyperventilate, Juhg checked his journal to make certain it was the right one and he hadn't forgotten his notes. "I'm afraid they don't like me."
"Poppycock," Craugh said.
Juhg felt a little relieved at that.
"They don't know you well enough not to like you," Craugh went on. "It's your ideas they hate."
Those are exactly the words of confidence I was looking to for inspiration. But Craugh's assessment of the situation, however true it might be, stung Juhg's pride. He stood a little straighter and looked into the wizard's insolent gaze.
"They don't know my ideas well enough to hate them," Juhg insisted. "I've barely begun speaking."
"Then perhaps," Craugh said, "we should go inside and finish what you have begun." Without another word, he stepped toward the town meeting hall.
Sighing again, taking one last look at the ship in the harbor, Juhg followed the wizard. Craugh will lead you to your doom, he warned himself. How many times did Grandmagister Lamplighter tell you about adventures he went on because of Craugh? Dozens! At least that many. And how many times did those adventures nearly get him killed? At least nearly every time. At one point or another.
In the main hallway, dwarven and human guards dressed in heavily armored leather stood watch over the door to the meeting room. They held axes and swords naked in their fists. All of them were sworn to provide security for the important people they represented. Atop the building, elven warders stood at the ready, their hawks and falcons skirling high in the sky to keep an eye on the countryside and the sea.
One of the human guards challenged Craugh, swinging the long handle of his axe to block the way. The guard was younger, taller, and broader, and evidently full of himself concerning his fighting prowess.
"Who are you?" the guard demanded.
Drawing himself up to his full height, Craugh fixed the man with his stare. Displeasure and anger clouded the wizard's face. Lambent green sparks jumped and swirled at the end of his staff.
"I am Craugh," he declared. And his voice filled the space in front of the door like a blow.
Immediately, the guard paled and took a step back, clearing the way. He broke eye contact. His hand shook on his axe. "Forgive me. Please don't turn me into a toad."
The reputation the wizard had for turning people into toads when they irritated him was known far and wide around the mainland. It was rumored that he had increased the toad populations in some areas by whole communities.
Craugh passed on without another word.
Juhg started forward as well, but was blocked instantly by the guardsman's axe. Looking up at the guard, who had seen him both days before when he'd gone into the meeting hall, Juhg blinked in disbelief.
"Who are you?" the guard challenged, sounding fiercer than ever. Evidently he felt he had to regain his status with his companions.
"You know me," Juhg said, exasperated.
"Show me your bracelet," the guard ordered. Copper bracelets stamped with trees, ships, and mountains had been issued to those who were allowed into the meeting.
"I'm the Grandmagister," Juhg began, starting to push back his sleeve to reveal the bracelet. His wrist was bare. Feeling stupid, he remembered that he'd left the bracelet in his room aboard the ship.
"Well?" the guard demanded, as if sensing weakness on Juhg's part.
"I'm the Grandmagister," Juhg said again. "I don't look any different today than I did yesterday or the day before."
The guard leaned in more closely, obviously wanting to intimidate Juhg with his greater size.
Juhg, who had grown up as a slave in a goblinkin mine, who had carried the left legs of fellow slaves who had died in the mines back to the harsh overseers to prove the hapless individuals had indeed perished, was not intimidated. He had fought wizards (though not because he wished to), battled goblinkin (only because running hadn't been an option at the time), and faced incredible monsters (drat the luck he sometimes had when he thought about it). Juhg was not impressed.
Although Grandmagister Lamplighter had freed Juhg from the goblinkin slaves and taken him back to Greydawn Moors during one of his adventures, the Grandmagister hadn't ever been able to free him from his anger. Two days of being largely ignored and sometimes ridiculed hadn't set well with him.
Before Juhg could stop himself, he caught the human's big nose in a Torellian troll nerve pinch and squeezed. Torellian trolls had at one time been known for their torture techniques. Lord Kharrion had made extensive use of them during the Cataclysm.
The guard yelped in stunned and pained surprise. Paralyzed by the grip the Grandmagister had on his snout, the burly human dropped to his hands and knees and quickly begged for mercy.
Shocked at what he had done, aware that the guard's companions were closing in on him with edged steel, Juhg released his hold and stepped back. "I am the Grandmagister," he said again.
"I don't care who you are, bub," one of the other human guards growled, "no one lays a finger on one of Lord Zagobar's personal--"
Craugh raised his staff and brought it down sharply. Green lightning flew from the bottom end of the staff and shot along the hallway floor. Several of the armored guards cried out or cursed. Many of them jumped and rattled their armor. A few of them fell--splat!--on their backsides.
"He's with me," Craugh declared, glaring at the guards. "Does anyone have a problem with that?"
"Of course not," the guards all replied in quaking voices. "Go right inside. Sorry to be any trouble."
Juhg heaved out a disgusted breath as he trailed in the wizard's wake. A wizard should not get more respect than a Librarian. But that was the way it had always been. After all, Librarians couldn't turn malcontents into toads.
Behind him, one of the dwarven guards took off his hat and enthusiastically smacked the fallen human guard with it. "You stupid miscreant! You could have gotten the lot of us turned to toads!"
Juhg had to hurry to keep up with the wizard. They passed through the rows of seats, most of them filled with those who had come to the meeting. They still glared at Juhg with a mixture of awe, disbelief, and resentment. Several were openly hostile. After all, during the thousand years that had followed the Cataclysm, most of them had thought all books were destroyed.
Lord Kharrion's campaign, besides taking over the world, had been directed toward the destruction of every book that had been written. During the war with the goblinkin, none of the elves, dwarves, or humans had known Lord Kharrion was searching for The Book of Time, which had been lost. The Book of Time was indestructible.
The fact that Kharrion had also been Craugh's only son remained unknown by all except Juhg.
Craugh stopped so suddenly that Juhg nearly tripped over his own feet while trying to stop. The wizard turned around and gestured Juhg to the front of the great hall.
Juhg stood for a moment. "I thought perhaps," he said quietly, "you might like to say a few words."
"No," Craugh replied.
"But you came such a long way."
"To hear you."
After two days of arguing and attempting to justify his existence, Juhg felt hollowed out. I should have run for the ship, he told himself.
Impatiently, Craugh waved him to the front of the room. Lamps lit the stage there, filled with lummin juice, which the glimmerworms of Greydawn Moors produced, and which burned more cleanly and efficiently than whale oil or tallow. That fuel had interested several of the merchants among the crowd and lent proof to Juhg's statement that he was from another place.
But a Library? When Juhg had first told them that, even though most of them had heard the rumors that had spread when the Vault of All Known Knowledge had been destroyed almost eight years ago, they had looked upon him with derision.
He was a dweller. By their standards, since dwellers couldn't or wouldn't fight, didn't produce anything worthwhile, and on the whole were known for their greedy and selfish ways, he couldn't possibly be in charge of such a great thing as the Vault of All Known Knowledge. In fact, Grandmagister Lamplighter had been the first to ever hold that office who wasn't human.
"Go," Craugh admonished, shooing Juhg along as he would a child.
Reluctantly, Juhg walked to the front of the assembly. He felt the cruel stares boring into his back. His feet felt leaden and everything in him screamed, Run! But he didn't. He was following in Edgewick Lamplighter's footsteps and forging a path of his own.
Grumbles and curses arose all around him, sounding as unforgiving and throaty as the Lost Sea, which had been trapped in an underground cave in the Krelmayne Jungles. Even though the lake and the surrounding cave systems had been filled with savage predators that had no eyes and hunted by vibration, Juhg thought he would rather be there again at Grandmagister Lamplighter's side in the sinking dinghy once more than facing the hostile crowd.
At the stage, Juhg climbed the stairs, then walked over to the lectern, which hadn't been cut to dweller specifications. He had to climb up on two wooden boxes to reach the proper height.
The audience laughed at Juhg, not with him. A few disparaging comments about short people and dwellers reached his sensitive ears. His face flamed slightly, but it was as much from anger as from embarrassment.
"Greetings," Juhg said bravely. And he smiled just the way Barndal Krunk had suggested in his book, Oratories of Those Who Would Be Listened To. It didn't work and he felt stupid standing there grinning like a loon. He also tried imagining the audience was sitting there in their underwear, but that didn't work either. He was fairly certain several of the poor sailors of the nearby Twisted Eel River didn't own underwear. And imagining the fierce Blade Works Forge dwarves in their underwear was just too horrible to contemplate.
Now, for the first time, utter silence filled the great hall.
Juhg tried to find Craugh out in the audience, hoping to find a friendly face to focus on. If that's the friendliest face you can hope to find, he told himself, you might just as well hang yourself on this stage.
"As many of you have come to know these past two days," Juhg ventured on, knowing that there were some among the assembly now who had only arrived, "I am Grandmagister of the Vault of All Known Knowledge, the Great Library that was built near the end of the Cataclysm to save the books from Lord Kharrion's goblinkin horde."
"Dwellers is worthless!" someone roared from the back. A chorus of boos followed.
Patiently, Juhg waited for the remonstrations to die away. He gripped the edges of the too-wide lectern. "I sent heralds to gather you all here," he went on, "in the hope of presenting my vision of schools along the Shattered Coast."
"Schools!" someone yelled. "Fish got schools! We ain't fish!"
"Your children and their children need educations," Juhg said. "With Lord Kharrion defeated, with the goblinkin horde in abeyance--"
"They ain't in abeyance!" someone shouted. "They's down to the south! Where they always been! We need to go down there an' burn 'em all out rather than sittin' here on our duffs listenin' to a halfer tryin' to convince us he's important!"
Cheering broke out immediately.
Thoughts of war bring these people together, but peacetime divides them. Juhg couldn't believe it.
"We should all get us an ale down at Keelhauler's Tavern an' head on out down there."
And more wars have started with tankards of foaming ale. Juhg raised his voice. "You'll have your chance at the goblinkin soon enough. But if you aren't ready for them, they'll destroy you."
That declaration set off another wave of hostility.
An elf stood up in the front row. His two great wolves roused with him, growling fiercely as they stood with their forelegs on the arms of his chair and rose nearly to their master's shoulders.
He was an elven warder, marked by his green leathers, bow, and pointed ears as well as the animal companions he kept. His long hair was the color of poplar bark and stood out against the golden skin. Amethyst eyes glinted like stone. Thin and beautiful and arrogant, the elf leaned on his unstrung bow and gazed at the assembly.
"Quiet," he said. "I wish to hear what the halfer has to say."
A group of rough-hewn sailors stood up in the back. "We don't take no orders 'cept from our cap'n, elf ," one of their number said. He made the word a curse.
The elf smiled lazily. "You'll do well to take orders from me, human. Or at least not feel so emboldened in my presence. Your continued survival could count on that."
A dwarf stood up only a few feet from the elf. His gnarled hand held a battle-axe that was taller than he was. Scars marked his face and arms, offering testimony to a warrior's life and not a miner's. His fierce beard looked like the hide ripped from a bear but was stippled through with gray. "That'll be enough threats, Oryn."
Still smiling casually, the elf turned to face the dwarf. "Really, Faldraak? You should know me well enough to know that I don't make threats. I make promises."
"An' you don't have sense enough to come in from the rain," Faldraak accused. "Are you prepared to fight a crew of humans?"
"I am," Oryn replied. "The only question is whether or not I have to fight a dwarf as well."
Several other elves stood up. "Oryn won't fight alone," one of them promised.
Armor clanking, a dozen dwarves flanked Faldraak.
"Fight!" someone in the back yelled. "There's gonna be a fight between the elves and the dwarves!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Juhg gave in to his anger. "Stop!" Amplified by the construction of the stage, his voice rang out over the assembly hall with shocking loudness. Before he knew it, he'd abandoned the lectern and stood at the stage's edge.
The crowd turned on Juhg at once, as if suddenly realizing their presence and the discomfort between them there was his entire fault.
Too late, Juhg realized that he should have stayed behind the lectern. At least it would have offered some shelter against arrows and throwing knives. Still, his fear wasn't enough to quiet the anger that moved within him.
"Look at you!" he accused. "Ready to fight each other over a few harsh words!" He stood on trembling legs but found he couldn't back away from his own fight with them. "Is this the kind of world you want to give each other? One where you have to fight each other instead of the goblinkin?"
No one said anything. All eyes were upon him.
"Because that's how it was before Lord Kharrion gathered the goblinkin tribes, you know," Juhg said. "Before he came among them, they were wary and distrustful of each other. They preyed on each other, thieving and murdering among themselves because they didn't like fighting humans, dwarves, or elves. But Kharrion taught them to work together. And they very nearly destroyed the world."
The audience stood quietly listening to Juhg for the first time in three days.
"Now that the goblinkin aren't the threat they used to be," Juhg said, "maybe you can go back to killing each other over territory nobody wants or needs. Or to feel secure. Or over harsh words. Or any of other reasons people have found to go to war over since groups first gathered."
"Make your point, halfer," a human merchant said. He was dressed in finery and accompanied by a dozen armed guards. Age and success had turned him plump and soft. His hair was black but the color looked false. Jeweled rings glinted on his fingers. "For two days, you've stood up there and ranted and raved about the Library's existence, which"--he turned to address the crowd--"I think nobody really cares about."
A few in the audience agreed with him.
"I'd heard the Library existed only a few years ago," the human continued. "There was some mention of a battle against a man named Aldhran Khempus. Supposedly, there are two libraries, in fact."
"Yes," Juhg said, "there are." He had discovered the second while rescuing Grandmagister Lamplighter and searching for The Book of Time.
"In the past," the merchant said, "simply owning a book was enough to get you killed not only by the goblinkin, but generally by anyone who found you with one."
"The times are changing," Juhg said.
"You're only here," the merchant continued, "because you want the people here to help aid in your defense from the goblinkin. I've heard they've sent raiding parties out to your little island."
"They have," Juhg admitted. "Those goblinkin raiding parties haven't succeeded in reaching Greydawn Moors. They never will. The island's defenders will never allow that to happen."
"How many dwellers are among those defenders?" the human taunted.
"Dwellers," Juhg said, "aren't warriors. We were charged by the Old Ones to become the keepers of the Great Library."
"That's what you do?"
"Yes."
The human held up his hands in fake supplication. "Then why did you call us here, telling us that the fate of the world rested in our hands?"
"Because it does," Juhg said.
"How?"
Leaping from the stage, Juhg opened his backpack, took several books from it, and walked to the elven warder and surveyed him. "You're a Fire Lily elf from the Joksdam Still Waters."
Oryn was unimpressed. "A number of those present know who I am."
Opening the book, Juhg flipped to one of the illustrations that showed the wide river that wound through what had once been Teldane's Bounty but was now the Shattered Coast. "But I know the history of your people. I know what Joksdam Still Waters looked like when it was whole, when it was a place of beauty and not a place of dead trees and cities."
The picture was in color, elaborately inked and designed to catch the eye. It showed an elven warder on a leaf boat sculling the waters and battling a sea troll three times his size.
Reverently, Oryn took the book. "Kaece the Swift," he marveled. The other elven warders crowded in around him to peer over his shoulder.
"Yes." Juhg had deliberately ordered the story of Kaece the Swift copied. "This is his story, Oryn. His true story. Before Lord Kharrion came among the Fire Lily elves and destroyed them." He changed his language to the elven tongue. "And it's written in the language of your people."
Cautiously, Oryn flipped through the book, stopping at several other pictures. All of them were in color, which had drawn a lot of complaints from Juhg's overworked Library staff, but he'd wanted to make a good impression.
"You know his story?" Oryn asked.
"I've read it," Juhg said.
"There have been few like him."
"I know."
Oryn looked at Juhg with new respect. "You have read this?"
"Yes."
"Could you"--he hesitated, because elves were haughty beings and didn't like being beholden to another--"read this to me?"
"I will."
Oryn's hands closed tightly around the book. "What do you want for such a book?"
"The book is yours," Juhg said. "It's the Library's gift to you."
"I can't just accept such a gift." Nor did Oryn seem especially desirous of returning the book. "There must be something I can give you in return."
"There is," Juhg said.
Wariness entered the amethyst eyes.
"Give me your promise that you will let me teach you to read this book," Juhg said. "And others like it. Whether at the Vault of All Known Knowledge, your home, or someplace else you might wish to meet. And promise me too that you will teach at least two others to read this book, and that they will each teach two more, and that the teaching will continue."
"I have two sons and a daughter," Oryn said. "I give you my word that I will do as you ask."
"Thank you," Juhg said. He turned to Faldraak and took out another book. "You're of the Ringing Anvil dwarves."
"I am," Faldraak replied proudly. "Ringing Anvil steel is like no other. We're known for it."
"Your people once built armor for kings," Juhg said. "And you constructed iron figureheads and rams for ships that were magically made so they wouldn't rust."
Faldraak shook his shaggy head. "A myth, nothing more."
Dwarves and magic didn't get along well. Everyone knew that. Humans and elves were more open to it, though elves held more with nature and humans tended to be more destructive.
Juhg opened the book. "The secret of that magically imbued iron was the Ringing Anvil clan's alone. They wrested the process from a dragon named Kallenmarsdak who lived long ago and high up in the Boar's Snout Mountains."
The dwarf's eyes widened. "Not many know that tale."
"I know more than the tale," Juhg said quietly. "I know the secret of how magic was put into that iron."
"No," Faldraak whispered hoarsely.
Juhg opened the book to a picture of a dwarf grabbing hold of the toe of a dragon swooping over a mountaintop with the setting sun in the background. "Drathnon the Bold. The Ringing Anvil dwarf who bearded Kallenmarsdak in his lair."
Faldraak snatched the book from Juhg's hands. "The secret of the magical iron lies in here?"
"It does."
"And you would give it to me?"
"It's yours."
"You will read this to me?"
"I will. But only at the same price that Oryn's paying."
Without warning, Faldraak gave a cry of gladness, tossed his battle-axe to one of his companions, and wrapped his arms around Juhg, lifting the dweller from his feet like a puppy. "Ah, now you are a surprise, you are! You done filled this old dwarf 's heart with gladness! I'd thought that secret lost an' gone forever!"
Juhg almost couldn't breathe. He felt certain his ribs would be bruised for days. A moment later, Faldraak placed him back upon his feet.
During the next several minutes, Juhg passed out twenty-seven other books to people who had come to the gathering. Only five histories didn't have descendants to give them to, and several others were disappointed that they didn't have anything. Juhg got all their names and promised to get them each books upon his return to the Vault of All Known Knowledge. He could only imagine the protests of his poor staff, who were dividing their time between getting the Library back into shape, teaching Novices, and carrying on their own works and studies.
In the end, he returned to the stage, though he didn't humiliate himself by crawling up to the lectern again. He spoke to them from the stage's edge.
"These books represent the worlds that existed before the Cataclysm," Juhg said.
Amazingly, the audience was quiet now, hanging onto his words. He couldn't believe how much giving them the books had impressed them.
"They also represent the worlds your children and your children's children can return to," Juhg went on. "As the goblinkin are driven back, and I believe they will be, the world will grow smaller, not larger. Our lives will become larger. We won't exist as little communities. But as we grow, we'll develop the same problems we had that Lord Kharrion was able to take advantage of in the early part of the Cataclysm."
"What are you talking about?" the human merchant demanded.
"Sit down, Dooly!" someone yelled. "I want to hear the halfer speak!"
"Don't you know what he's talking about?" Dooly demanded. "Truly?" He hurried on before anyone answered. "This halfer is intending to pick your pockets! Who do you think is going to pay for these schools he intends to build?"
That started another ripple of speculative conversation. Obviously, the merchant could smell a plea for donations a mile away.
"Tell them," Dooly snarled at Juhg. "Tell them that's why you gathered them here. To fleece them of money."
Honesty is the best policy, Juhg told himself. He tried desperately not to remember how many times he knew of that such a practice had gotten the practitioner killed.
"The establishment of schools will require help," Juhg said.
Immediately some of the good will of the book presentation evaporated. No one liked the idea of giving away gold.
"Some of that help," Juhg said, speaking over the noise, "will, of necessity, be of a financial nature. To feed and clothe the students and teachers while they are at their studies for the first year. Then they can garden, hunt, or fish to get what they need or the goods to trade for what they need. But most of the help needed will be only labor to build the schools."
"For what purpose?" Dooly asked. "To deprive farmers of their helpers? Artisans of their apprentices? To make every man and woman work two and three times as hard as he or she should have to, while their sons and daughters sit in some schoolhouse and do nothing?"
"To get an education," Juhg replied, trying to control the damage of the merchant's words. "In order to learn to do things and teach others. In order to better live with one another. We will someday live in one world again. We should live in it better than we have in the past. The children need education to do that."
"Education is overrated, Grandmagister," Dooly accused. "You stand up there today, offering your gifts and your promises, and you want only to make our lives harder. I've had just about enough of this foolishness and your empty words."
A single green spark danced from the back of the room, drawing the attention of several attendees. As Dooly continued haranguing Juhg, the spark sailed over and attached itself to the back of the merchant's head. As Dooly talked, his tongue got longer and longer, and his face broadened and shortened, till he soon showed the wide face of a toad atop human shoulders. His hair became bumps and warts.
Several of the people around Dooly started laughing. Even Juhg couldn't help smiling.
Abruptly, Dooly stopped speaking and glared at the people around him. "What?" he demanded. His tongue flicked out like a whip. Evidently he saw that movement for the first time. Experimentally, he flicked his tongue out several times. Then he raised his hands and felt his head.
"Oh no!" he cried. "Oh no! Oh--ribbit!" Holding onto his head, he fled the room. Before he reached the door, his gait changed from a run into bounding hops. The door closed after his retreat.
"Perhaps," a deep voice from the back of the room suggested, "we could do the Grandmagister the courtesy of listening to his plans."
"It'd be better than being a toad," someone grunted irritably.
"Continue, Grandmagister," Oryn said.
And Juhg did.




"Coercion wasn't part of my presentation," Juhg said.
"No, I claim credit for that," Craugh responded. "Once I used it, things seemed to go more smoothly."
Juhg looked around Keelhauler's Tavern, which was a waterfront dive not too far from Moonsdreamer,