The Sorcerer's Oath - Books 3-4 E-Book

Jennifer Ealey

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Books 3-4 in 'The Sorcerer's Oath', a series of epic fantasy novels by Jennifer Ealey, now in one volume!
The Lost Forest: Prince Tarkyn and his comrades have been trapped by a relentless blizzard, and thrusted into a realm of captivity where their innermost fears come to life. As the fragile alliance with the woodfolk fractures, Tarkyn's brothers prepare for war. With friendships at stake and a dire warning from the Forest Guardians, Tarkyn must mend the deadly rift threatening his kin before it's too late.
The Wizardess: Amidst the imminent clash between King Kosar and Prince Jarand, Prince Tarkyn and the woodfolk face a web of danger encompassing forest fires, covert operations, and deadly plots. Aided by the enigmatic Wizardess , Tarkyn unveils a startling revelation that jeopardizes their very existence. With their future hanging in the balance, can Tarkyn rally his followers and prevent a catastrophic civil war?

Leseprobe

THE SORCERER'S OATH

BOOKS 3-4

JENNIFER EALEY

CONTENTS

The Lost Forest

The Wizardess

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2023 Jenny Ealey

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Published 2023 by Next Chapter

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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THE LOST FOREST

THE SORCERER’S OATH – BOOK THREE

To all those people who have had to leave behind their homes, their day to day lives, their hopes and aspirations to become strangers in new lands.May we welcome them into our hearts and our communities.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank Paddy Mary Stentiford who, from the other side of the world, painstakingly edited my novels with me through all their myriad drafts. I would also like to thank my father Tim Ealey who painted the eerie background forest for the cover and my sister Wendy Ealey who created the cover and designed and typeset the book.

Characters

Sorcerers

Tamadil Royal Family:

King Markazon (deceased)

Queen, Markazon’s wife

King Kosar, eldest son of King Markazon

Prince Jarand, second son of King Markazon

Prince Tarkyn, third son of King Markazon

Courtiers:

Danton Patronell, Lord of Sachmore, Tarkyn’s friend from childhood

Andoran and Sargon, friends of Tarkyn at court.

Stormaway Treemaster, wizard for Prince Tarkyn and King Markazon

Journeyman Cloudmaker, Prince Jarand’s wizard

Sergeant Torrigan

Thieving Family:

Old Ma

Gillis, Old Ma’s son

Tomas, Old Ma’s son

Morayne, daughter of Tomas

Charkon, son of Tomas

Grasslands:

Tolward, Lord of Middle Grasslands

Juniper, his wife

Eidelweiss, his daughter

Winguard, his son

Karlian, his healer

Trappers:

String and Bean

Pipeless, wizard trapper (deceased)

Scorcerers of the South:

Captain Harkell

Kayama, Harkell’s wife

Sorrell, Harkell’s son

Marema, Harkell’s daughter

Colonel Charford

Captain Guerion

Davorad, Lord of Stansbeck, financier of Jarand’s encampment

Greyskies Swampwatcher, independent wizard

Captain Sotrain

Lady Jirriel

Mirallee

Woodfolk

Wanderers:

Waterstone

Sparrow, Waterstone’s daughter

Autumn Leaves

Thunder Storm

Creaking Bough, Thunder Storm’s wife

Rain on Water, Thunder Storm’s son

Rustling Leaves

Grass Wind

Lapping Water

Summer Rain, healer

Falling Rain, Summer Rain’s exiled brother

Autumn Storm, Autumn Leaves and Thunder Storm’s grandfather

Twig Snap

Leaf Fall

Forestals:

Raging water

Falling Branch, his son

Sun Shower, Falling Branch’s wife

Rainstorm, Falling Branch’s son

Gatherers:

Ancient Oak

Tree Wind

North Wind

Running feet

Mountainfolk:

Dry Berry

Woodfolk near Tormadell

Ancient Elm

Blizzard

Cavern

Dripping Rock

Melting Snow

Hail

Midnight, Hail’s son, Tarkyn’s ward

Captured Woodfolk:

Golden Toad

Rushwind

Ibis Wings

Woodfolk of Lost Forest:

Singing Bird

Borovar. Sorcerer from Lost Forest.

Orolan, chief of bandits

THE STORY SO FAR…

BOOK ONE

In Eskuzor, land of sorcerers, nineteen year old Prince Tarkyn is brought up on unjust charges by his twin brothers, King Kosar and Prince Jarand. He throws up a magical shield and escapes, inadvertently leaving a trail of death and destruction. A family of thieves try to rob him but then help him to flee the city of Tormadell.

After days on the run, Tarkyn wanders into the woodlands in the company of an old wizard, Stormaway Treemaster, only to find himself unable to leave. Woodfolk attack him and he retaliates with threatening displays of magic. But Tarkyn is then horrified to discover that he is unwelcome, bitterly resented liege lord to these elusive people who fear sorcerers and whose oath to him has been spellbound to the welfare of their forest.

Before the woodfolk can take adequate measures to protect him, bounty hunters capture Tarkyn. In the chaos of his escape, the prince is severely injured. While Tarkyn lies unconscious, Stormaway, disguised as the prince, leads the bounty hunters far from the forest.

For more than a week, the prince lies unconscious, while one woodman, Waterstone, stays by his side talking quietly to him and bringing him back to an awareness of his surroundings. As he recovers, Tarkyn, raw from his brothers’ betrayal and wary of the woodfolk’s resentment, gradually develops an uneasy friendship with Waterstone.

Woodfolk can hold conversations and send images mentally to each other, an ability not shared by sorcerers and wizards. Gradually, Tarkyn discovers that he can receive and send images and feelings, but not words. In fact, sometimes Tarkyn’s strong feelings transmit to other people without his knowledge or control.

When a hunting party of the king and Prince Jarand enter the woods, Tarkyn’s reaction to seeing his brothers overwhelms Waterstone’s daughter, Sparrow, and she blacks out. Waterstone is furious, hurling threats at the prince and trying to attack him. The woodman’s behaviour breaches the oath, causing an area of forest to be seriously damaged before Tarkyn curtails the destruction by giving Waterstone permission to attack him.

Tarkyn discovers that the healer’s brother, Falling Rain, was exiled twelve years ago for revealing the woodfolk’s presence to the king. Some woodfolk wish him to return. Some don’t. Struggling with the politics surrounding the prince and the potential damage his own anger could cause, Waterstone almost abandons his friendship with Tarkyn.

Tarkyn offers to help repair the forest, by holding up branches while woodfolk bind them, amazing Waterstone that sorcery has more than martial uses. Stormaway returns and rails at the prince for not behaving in a manner due to his station, until Tarkyn treats him to a dose of royal hauteur. Later that evening, Stormaway informs the prince that the bounty hunters who had captured him were Andoran and Sargon, Tarkyn’s erstwhile friends. As Tarkyn wanders down near the river thinking about this further betrayal, an attacking wolf is stopped by Waterstone’s arrow. Then, from a viewpoint above him in the trees, Tarkyn sees another wolf approaching behind the woodman. Tarkyn shouts a warning and uses shafts of magic to kill the wolf.

Because Tarkyn’s ability to trust has been damaged by betrayal, Waterstone allows Tarkyn free access to his memories to establish his own trustworthiness. However, Tarkyn delves too deep and when Waterstone has fled, finds himself confronted by Autumn Leaves who intervenes angrily on his friend’s behalf.

Stormaway lets slip that seven years before, he had used mind power on Falling Rain when the woodman was held captive by the king. This knowledge expiates Falling Rain’s guilt and revokes his exile. As reparation for the wrong done by sorcerers, Tarkyn resolves to trek across the mountains to find Falling Rain and bring him back to the fold.

Tarkyn discovers that, unlike the woodfolk, he can also share images and emotions with birds and animals, and uses this discovery as a reason to approach Waterstone and repair the rift between them. As he talks with Waterstone and Autumn Leaves, it becomes increasingly obvious to Tarkyn that the egalitarian woodfolk have a very different concept of service from him and that he must work out how much to modify his expectations.

While he is mulling this over, an eagle shares with him its view over the forest of an impending, large-scale wolf attack. Tarkyn warns the woodfolk and allows them the use of his powers.

Soon after the wolf attack has been averted, Stormaway notices green shoots appearing on Tarkyn’s walking staff and upon investigation, finds that the trees Tarkyn helped to repair have recovered unnaturally fast. Much to his embarrassment, Tarkyn learns that his newly discovered powers of healing and communing with animals define him as a legend in the woodfolk lore; the guardian of the forest, who appears among the woodfolk to aid them in times of great strife.

Celebrations of the advent of the Forest Guardian go late into the night but next morning, Tarkyn and the woodfolk come back to the reality of considering where the source of the danger might be. The survival of the woodfolk depends on their ability to stay hidden. They realise that a hunting party will be coming to find the wolves they killed but instead, will find the dismembered, cleaned wolf carcases that will betray the woodfolk’s existence.

As they prepare to face this threat, Waterstone’s resentment of the oath surges up, leading to a fight between Tarkyn and himself. As a result, one of Tarkyn’s broken ribs punctures his lung and only his healing powers as Guardian of the Forest, supplemented by the life force of the woodfolk, save him. Through this experience, Tarkyn discovers that he can also draw on the power of the forest itself through the trees to heal himself.

After helping the woodfolk avoid a hunting party, Tarkyn becomes aware that his group of woodfolk have been concealing the existence of woodfolk who had not sworn the oath. He feels betrayed especially by Waterstone and using an owl as a guide, leaves them to find his way to a community of oathless woodfolk.

He offers this community of woodfolk, the forestals, the opportunity to kill him to release their kin from the oath and to ensure that oathbound woodfolk do not have to fight oathless woodfolk to protect him. Despite their initial hostility the forestals decide it would be dishonourable to help their kin to betray their oath, so they cannot kill the prince. During this confrontation, Tarkyn finds a feisty ally in a rebellious young woodman, Rainstorm.

Autumn Leaves trudges into the forestal’s firesite and with Rainstorm’s help, faces a resistant Tarkyn. When Autumn Leaves explains that all woodfolk are sworn to conceal their kin, Tarkyn concedes the need for their duplicity, but is left feeling separate from them.

Unwittingly, Tarkyn’s resigned acceptance of his isolation rolls around the woodfolk camp, causing the forestals to reconsider their attitude to him. During the following week, woodfolk gather from all parts of the forest to discuss the unknown threat. In recognition of his demonstrated commitment to them, the woodfolk decide to accept Tarkyn as a member of the woodfolk nation in a ceremony during which he becomes Waterstone’s blood brother and by association, Ancient Oak’s brother and Sparrow’s uncle.

Tarkyn’s unreserved acceptance by the woodfolk is short lived. As they discuss ways to meet the impending threat, resentment against the prince resurges and the opinions of the group who stayed with him, the ‘home guard,’ are not respected. Eventually, Tarkyn decides to assert his authority temporarily, but unequivocally, in the interests of protecting the woodfolk in the face of the impending threat, reasoning that he intends to leave the next day anyway so it won’t matter if he upsets a few people.

However, when morning breaks, an enormous magic-driven storm threatens to cause widespread flooding and to force the woodfolk onto open higher ground. Tarkyn harnesses the power of the forest to channel magic into Stormaway who orchestrates the dissipation of the storm.

In the wake of Tarkyn’s suggestion of a stocktake of people’s whereabouts, woodfolk establish that three of their kin are missing and are possibly being held by sorcerers. A power play amongst rival factions leads to decisions being made more on the basis of whether they support Tarkyn rather than on the issues themselves. Tarkyn confronts the worst of the factions and neutralises their antagonism.

Once the course of action had been decided, Tarkyn links his mind with a field mouse to reconnoitre the sorcerer’s encampment. The woodfolk are gravely shaken when he discovers that the woodfolk are indeed being held at the encampment and at least some people from outside the forest know of their existence.

With the aid of an eagle owl, Tarkyn spots a shadowy figure skulking in the nearby woods. The woodfolk capture the intruder, who turns out to be Danton, an elite palace guard and Tarkyn’s childhood friend. But having been betrayed before, the prince is wary of trusting him. Only after testing Danton’s loyalty to the prince, do the woodfolk allow him to stay in the woods with them. But Danton brings the expectations of the Royal Court with him, leading to disputes between several woodfolk and himself, and making Tarkyn re-evaluate his relationships with the woodfolk.

When the prince stops a fight between Danton and Rainstorm, the young woodman turns his attack on Tarkyn. The wind thrashing through the trees makes Tarkyn realise that Rainstorm and the oathless woodfolk have somehow become subject to the sorcerous oath. Despite their friendship with the prince, Rainstorm and Waterstone are horrified when they discover that the oath has spread and it is decided to keep it from the others until after the rescue of the imprisoned woodfolk.

The woodfolk all insist that Tarkyn should not take part in the rescue because they must ensure they protect him. Because Tarkyn was also vowed to protect the forest, he cannot risk them refusing his orders and destroying the forest. So he does not insist on going with them but takes part from a distance.

Danton and Stormaway infiltrate the sorcerers’ camp, in preparation for the woodfolk mounting a rescue. They run into Sargon and Andoran, forcing Danton to assume the appearance of disloyalty to Tarkyn to conceal his role in the rescue plot. Once Stormaway is reassured that Danton is merely playing a role, the wizard and Danton concoct a series of unpleasant revenges on Sargon and Andoran, involving hallucinogens, itching powders and slow working non-lethal poisons.

Meanwhile Tarkyn discovers that Waterstone’s objections to using horses for the impending raid stems from his fear of them. In the ensuing conversation, Waterstone becomes aware that Tarkyn is distressed by Danton’s possible betrayal and the accumulation of people’s horrified reactions to the oath. He reassures Tarkyn of his enduring commitment to him, as both friend and brother, and Rainstorm bravely goes swimming in an icy creek with the prince to cheer him up.

Once the campsite has settled for the night, the woodfolk use their deadly hunting skills to knock out the boundary guards and throw the chained woodfolk onto horses, which are being remotely guided by Tarkyn. As the horses carry them safely into the woods, a strong, fear-filled image makes Tarkyn realise that Autumn Leaves has been captured by Andoran and Sargon. Tarkyn translocates into the sorcerer’s encampment and rescues him. On his return, angry woodfolk confront him for putting himself at risk but he asserts that he will no longer allow them to dictate to him.

Danton’s association with Andoran and Sargon causes Tarkyn and the woodfolk to lose faith in him and take him captive. Danton refuses to defend himself and insists they trust him. When Tarkyn relents, Danton then avers that Tarkyn is the only true hope for the future of Eskuzor, a sentiment that Stormaway reinforces saying:

“Your destiny is written in the stars and lives deep within the trees of the forest.

It has been clear from the day of your birth for all to see who have knowledge of such things. Your father and I always knew. That’s why you had to be protected. You are not only the guardian of the forest. You are the one true hope for the future.”

THE STORY SO FAR

BOOK TWO

In the face of Stormaway’s avowal, Tarkyn declares he has no wish to be king; to drag Eskuzor into civil war. Stormaway tells him that there are already rumours of civil war brewing between his brothers and that the encampment is a recruiting station for vigilantes wishing to fight the lawlessness created by King Kosar’s incompetent rule, funded by Lord Davorad, one of Jarand’s cronies.

To the woodfolk’s relief, only a few sorcerers have seen the captured woodfolk but one of them is Stormaway’s erstwhile apprentice, Journeyman Cloudmaker, now Prince Jarand’s wizard. Woodfolk want Tarkyn to protect them against whoever is hunting them; Danton and Stormaway want him to protect sorcerers against his brothers. Tarkyn decides to prioritise finding Falling Rain and protecting the woodfolk before addressing the wider issues of the sorcerers.

Using his powers as forest guardian, Tarkyn tries to heal the rescued woodfolk’s mindtalking ability, an effort that goes disastrously wrong; destroying a swathe of forest and nearly killing him before he uses rage-driven power to burn out the infection. Tarkyn repels a squadron of soldiers by sending mental images of attack to their horses and subjugating the leader of the wolf pack that runs with them. But his use of power threatens to distance him from his woodfolk companions and Waterstone accuses him of breaking the wolf’s spirit.

Tarkyn wakes despondent about the damage to the forest and at the reactions of the woodfolk to his magic. However, the woodfolk recognise the extreme efforts he made to save the forest and celebrate with him. He discovers Tree Wind’s ongoing antagonism stemmed from the fact that she had intended to wed Falling Rain who was exiled as a result of King Markazon discovering the existence of woodfolk. Waterstone takes issue with Danton over the fact that Danton used to report Tarkyn’s actions to the king, angering him so much that Danton hits him. Sorcerer protocol demands that Tarkyn preside over a trial for Danton attacking Waterstone, now a member of the royal family. Waterstone is horrified. Tarkyn discovers he is sovereign lord of the forests, according to Stormaway, and as such, is able to commute the usual death penalty for such a crime to a lesser punishment.

As the woodfolk prepare to cross the Great West Road, a family travelling along the road are attacked by brigands. Tarkyn uses his magic to burn the arrows and place a shield around the family to protect them. The family are fearful of him at first, since he has been branded a rogue sorcerer by his brother. At Tarkyn’s request, they tie up the brigands and continue on their way as soldiers crest the rise and Tarkyn disappears back into the forest. The soldiers recognise the brigands as fellow soldiers. Stormaway breaks cover and acts as witness that Tarkyn protected the family. He then challenges the King’s version of events at the tournament asking how Tarkyn could have won a tournament he was supposed to have destroyed.

Tarkyn realises that Falling Branch is the only one among them who is unknowingly affected by the spread of the sorcerous oath. He sees him privately to tell him, endures his reaction and discovers he is Rainstorm’s father. Falling Branch goes off to talk to his woodfolk friends while sending Tarkyn off to talk to Danton. Tarkyn clarifies his expectations of Danton, as a sorcerer living among woodfolk.

When Tarkyn explains the spread of the oath and the concept of mutual obligations to the rest of his home guard, they offer to support him when they encounter the mountainfolk.

They travel across the open grasslands by night, with Tarkyn using his mind link to quieten the guard dogs. When two riders thunder through the night to arrive in haste at a homestead, Danton investigates and sees two young sorcerers lying mortally wounded, surrounded parents and farm hands. Against opposition from the woodfolk, he enlists Tarkyn’s assistance. Tarkyn and he enter the sorcerers’ house and Tarkyn heals the children amidst a mix of suspicion, because he has been declared a rogue sorcerer, and obeisance, because he is a prince. Lord Tolward tells Tarkyn that lawlessness is rife, that bloodhounds are now being recruited at the encampment and there is talk of a secret army. Tarkyn promises to return to them in the spring and leaves, feeling even more torn between woodfolk and sorcerers.

The mountainfolk appear friendly but drug Tarkyn’s companions before tying Tarkyn’s hands behind him. In order to check whether the mountainfolk are subject to the sorcerous oath, two thugs hit Takyn but continue to belt him when their blows do not cause damage to the forest, despite Dry Berry’s efforts to stop them. Tarkyn sends out a mental scream for help to which firstly a mountain eagle, then other birds of prey respond by fighting off the thugs and keeping the mountainfolk at bay until his home guard recovers. He then orders Danton to kill the two assailants. Remorseful, the mountainfolk offer to take the oath, but Tarkyn says he does not want them as liegefolk and would not to entrust the forest’s welfare to their honour. With help from Autumn Leaves and Rainstorm, Tarkyn bathes in an icy stream to clean his bloodied hair and talks to the woodfolk about his decision to execute the thugs.

Danton, Summer Rain and Rainstorm are then taken hostage by the mountainfolk and Tarkyn must use shields and eagles to protect his home guard and coerce the mountainfolk into returning his friends. Eventually, a compromise is reached and the mountain folk swear allegiance to Tarkyn without any sorcerous sting to the oath. However, Tarkyn still does not trust them and is unable to sleep. He gets up in the middle of the night only to find Waterstone and Autumn Leaves keeping watch over him. In the morning Rainstorm tries to teach Danton how to be less lethal with his magic and Thunder Storm demonstrates his mastery with a slingshot by making line of different sized rocks gently sway. Eventually Waterstone helps Tarkyn deal with the intrusive images of the attack so that he can concentrate on healing himself.

Tarkyn joins the target practice and makes the rocks sway by hitting the stump underneath them. The mountainfolk take Tarkyn and a few friends for a tour of their cellars. In the caves, they find a little neglected boy who is despised by the mountainfolk. The Mountainman, Blizzard, holds the boy down by putting his foot on his chest and does not release him at Tarkyn’s request. Tarkyn bellows at Blizzard who explains that he thought he was supposed to protect the prince. Tarkyn takes the tatty little boy, Midnight, under his wing and Midnight swears allegiance to him. Midnight is deaf and mute but can exchange images and emotions only with Tarkyn. Midnight is mistrustful of people, continually tests Tarkyn’s commitment and is ready to run at the slightest provocation.

Word comes through that bloodhounds are tracking Tarkyn from the encampment and his tracks will lead them to Lord Tolward’s house and then to the mountainfolk camp. After various suggestions and tensions, Tarkyn agrees to contact the lead wolf, only if Waterstone is linked in to check that he doesn’t damage the wolf’s spirit.

The woodfolk cover their tracks, travel south and spend the night high in trees. Tarkyn has trouble sleeping until Waterstone ties him to the trunk. Midnight realises he has left a bracelet he made for Tarkyn in the clearing and rushes back to find it, with the hunting party less than an hour away. Tarkyn and Danton translocate to the clearing, find Midnight and ensconce him high in a tree before outfacing the hunting party using Tarkyn’s ability to fire through his own shield as he clings to Danton’s back in mid-air. Journeyman Cloudmaker, the hunting party’s leader, realizes that Tarkyn is not a rogue sorcerer and says “This changes everything,” but does not explain why. Midnight is so upset that he refuses to come out of the tree. So Tarkyn levitates to grab Midnight from behind and carries him safely to the ground.

Tarkyn, Danton and a few woodfolk find shelter from a storm in a shallow cave. They decide to operate on Autumn Leaves’ injured nose but when Thunder Storm uses his slingshot to knock him out, Midnight attacks him, thinking he is trying to hurt Autumn Leaves. When Midnight realises his mistake, he cowers into the corner clearly waiting to be beaten. Thunder Storm reassures him while Summer Rain and Tarkyn continue the operation on Autumn Leaves’ nose. They debate whether there might be some sort of evil loose among the mountainfolk for someone to have mistreated Midnight so badly.

The woodfolk flick into hiding, instructing Tarkyn and Danto to raise their shields as two scruffy old trappers enter the cave. String and Bean are laconic, clever and love guessing games. Because Tarkyn uses the word ‘firesite’ and is dressed in woodfolk garb, they know that Tarkyn knows about woodfolk. So they eventually admit that they do too. Three woodfolk return to speak to them. When Midnight returns with some others, he does a double take and greets the trappers effusively. Bean tells them that Midnight’s mother Hail was caught in a landslide eight years ago and Pipeless, a wizard, rescued her. He felt in love with her but, frustrated by her not returning his affection, raped her. When String and Bean rescued her, she threw a knife at Pipeless, fatally wounding him. As the wizard died, he muttered an incantation that Bean carefully remembered. Hail always hated Midnight and was frustrated because he couldn’t hear. Since she wouldn’t allow String and Bean to adopt him, they talked her into giving Midnight to the mountainfolk but they too neglected him. String and Bean were the only people he ever saw who were kind to him.

After a mental debate with all other woodfolk, a faction wants to kill Midnight saying he is an abomination. Tarkyn says they are under oath and must protect Midnight. The woodfolk then agree to allow the trappers to live, as long as they reside with them for six months as surety.

Stormaway returns and explains that his care for Tarkyn comes before his care for Eskuzor. Meanwhile Waterstone and Danton lead a group of woodfolk in tracking down two members of the hunting party who are sneaking through the woods looking for Tarkyn. When they are captured, Tarkyn is not pleased that he was not informed of the threat earlier. He sends Journeyman’s sorcerers on their two day journey back to the encampment on foot, with their hands tied behind them, but exacts no other punishment.

Midnight is missing. Stormaway says that Pipeless’ last words are a curse: Midnight will breed resentment in his mother’s people and this resentment will slowly corrupt them all. He leaves to consult his books, admonishing them not to interfere without his direction. Tarkyn is worried that Midnight’s death may be needed to release the curse. A mental cry for help is received from Blizzard. When they arrive, they find an unconscious Midnight tied to a sapling with half the mountainfolk trying to attack him and the other half trying to prevent them from attacking. Hail arrives then verbally and mentally abuses the crowd. A brawl breaks out but Tarkyn merely stands watching them with arms crossed. Gradually they settle, stand straighter and look towards Tarkyn who has been sending waves of faith in their integrity. Tarkyn immobilises Hail who blocks his way with knives. He uses his power to heal Midnight, who vomits all over him as he regains consciousness. Stormaway says if Tarkyn had rescued Midnight, it would have further undermined the mountainfolk’s belief in their integrity but now they are temporarily better able to fight the curse. He adds that if Midnight had died, the curse would have been irreversible and eventually all woodfolk would become corrupted by the curse. The curse can only be lifted in the place it was created by the curser or his direct descendant, Midnight.

High on the mountain, Hail and all her kin, the mountainfolk and woodfolk trappers, gather to have the curse lifted. Tarkyn must ask Midnight, with no compulsion, to help the mountainfolk who have reviled and maltreated him all his life. Midnight misunderstands and thinks that Tarkyn has faith in the mountainfolk and therefore not in him. He runs off and it takes the combined efforts of Tarkyn and Ancient Oak to resettle him. Midnight refuses to help but when, true to his word, Tarkyn remains his friend, he changes his mind and agrees to assist.

Stormaway realises that although Midnight can lift the curse from the mountainfolk, he first must be free of the curse. However, he cannot lift the curse from himself. They need Pipeless who is dead, to do that. Stormaway tells them that a forest guardian once drew the parts of a dead person back into one place and resurrected that person but many onlookers were killed. Tarkyn is horrified and fearful at the prospect but agrees to try, provided there are precautions.

With everyone else safely within Stormaway and Danton’s shields, Tarkyn reaches his power deep into the forest and draws together the remains of Pipeless. He thrusts his hands before him and Pipeless, ten feet tall because he is not fully concentrated into one spot, towers above him and still as angry as he was at the moment of his death, sends forth a destructive power ray. Tarkyn just manages to raise his shield in time then demands that Pipeless acknowledge his authority as prince. Pipeless, bewildered by the sudden change in his circumstances, calms down and rues having created the curse. He meets Midnight, his son, and raises the curse from him. Then Midnight sends forth all his memories of his treatment by the mountainfolk and, as a cloud of Pipeless’s blue magic swirls over the mountainfolk, the warped memories are challenged and dispelled. Just before he dissipates back into the earth, Pipeless says that it was too soon for Hail and him. Then, glancing at Lapping Water, the nearest woodwoman, he suggests that Tarkyn may do do better in the future.

A wild wind swirls up the valley and the earth reverberates as the Mountainfolk’s oath is tied to the welfare of the forest. Tarkyn waits tensely for their reaction but their gratitude overrides any resentment.

Next morning, Midnight emerges to find an array of special foods, especially laid out for him by the mountainfolk, and each of them pats or touches him to welcome him back into the fold. He then plays with the other children using his magical shield. Sparrow discovers that now the curse is no longer isolating him, he can use mind images, although still no words, to communicate with her.

Ancient Oak talks to Tarkyn and Rainstorm talks to Lapping Water, as part of an ongoing plan to get Lapping Water and Tarkyn together. They also remonstrate with Tarkyn about being too controlling when Waterstone and Danton had overseen the hunt for Journeyman’s sorcerers.

Meanwhile Danton tells the woodfolk that he had served as Tarkyn’s whipping boy from the age of eight and that Tarkyn, as a six year old had become distraught whenever Danton was punished, forcing members of the Royal Family to be summoned to override him. Eventually, on an occasion that King Markazon had been summoned, Tarkyn threw up his shield and cut his arm until the king ordered the flogging stopped, earning Danton’s lifelong devotion.

When Tarkyn joins the others, he has to apologize all over again and walks off, annoyed. Because he is still very tired, he stumbles over a small cliff and knocks himself out. He follows a silver fox who leads him down the mountain to a group of sorcererswho are escaping from Jarand’s press gangs. To Tarkyn’s surprise they are honoured, rather than frightened, to meet him and he discovers that Stormaway’s machinations have turned public opinion in Tarkyn’s favour. However, Tarkyn makes it clear that he does not wish to become king.

With the help of a crow, his woodfolk find him. Tarkyn writes a letter of introduction for Trey and his family to go to Lord Tolward before he leaves them. A celebration for his efforts with Pipeless await Tarkyn on his return.

Waterstone asks Tarkyn why he doubted Danton’s loyalty after having saved him from being a whipping boy when he was little. Tarkyn can’t see why Danton should be grateful for facing only consequences for his own actions like everyone else. He adds that when they were older, their first loyalties was to the king. So when the king turned on Tarkyn, he couldn’t assume where Danton’s loyalties lay. Remembering how much Danton loved the glitter of court, he revokes his requirement that Danton wear woodfolk garb. Danton is moved by his acknowledgement but does not revert to his own clothes

At the end of the evening, Midnight comes to sit on his lap, sad that his mother has still avoided him even after the lifting of the curse. He tries to get away to lick his wounds in private but Tarkyn holds him close even while he thrashes about, kicking and punching, in his distress. When he has settled, Tarkyn sends out a query about Hail’s whereabouts. Just as he is discussing it with woodfolk trappers, he receives a strong feeling of desperation and determination; Hail is at the edge of a nearby cliff about to throw herself off. Tarkyn sends her a command to wait before running with several others to try to stop her.

As they come into sight, she lets herself drop off the cliff but Tarkyn sends out a shaft of magic and pulls her back onto safe ground. Between them, they talk Hail into living with how she had treated Midnight under the curse.

Next day, as they continue their journey across the mountain, Waterstone is angry, thinking that Tarkyn risked the woodfolk and forests by commanding Hail when she was so emotionally unstable. Tarkyn reminds Waterstone that he refused one of Tarkyn’s commands with a minimal consequence of wind through the trees. However, Tarkyn points out that nearby trees are turning mouldy because everyone has been doubting Tarkyn’s competence behind his back.

Realizing that Stormaway lied when he said that he would refuse a direct order to defuse the oath, Tarkyn quietly commands the wizard to retract the sorcery in the oath. Stormaway bows and obeys. He had promised Markazon to maintain the sorcery in the oath but had failed to mention that this was only until directly ordered to release it by Tarkyn.

The woodfolk are so relieved their forest are now safe, many are in tears. Ancient Oak pulls Tarkyn into the family celebratory hug and reconciles him with Waterstone. Tarkyn remonstrates with woodfolk for talking about dissatisfaction behind his back instead of to his face. They tell him, not unkindly, that he is irritable, autocratic and intimidating so that they hesitate to bring issues up with him. Hail stands up for him saying she is grateful that he is so interfering.

Looking out over the plains to the distant walled city of Montraya, Jarand’s seat, Danton betrays his disdain after he has had to explain to Rainstorm what a ball is. Danton is surprised Rainstorm isn’t offended but the woodman says that disdain and amusement are both ways of reacting to seeing another person’s culture through their own values, which makes Danton realise that he has underestimated Rainstorm.

As they descend the mountain, snow starts to fall. String and Bean lead Tarkyn’s home guard, which is double the size it was at the beginning, to a cave on the lower plateau. The trappers express concern that a mountain lion has been in the cave recently.

Suddenly a deep throated roar and two streaks of gold resolve themselves into a huge mountain leaping at the children playing in the back of the cave. Midnight throws his dark green shield over the children and himself and backs away from the lion until Tarkyn places his shield over the lion. While the other children run crying to their parents, Midnight walks quietly over to Tarkyn who realizes the little boy is shaking with fright.

Tarkyn uses his forest guardian powers to create a standoff with the mountain lion but rather than subjugating it, he uses images of wolves to show that his woodfolk are lethal to mountain lions in a pack, just as wolves are.

They discuss how to locate and talk to Falling Rain, knowing that Falling Rain will not reveal himself to any of sorcerers because of the woodfolk’s bond of secrecy and won’t reveal himself to any of woodfolk because he has been exiled. Ancient Oak and Rainstorm have manoeuvred Tarkyn and Lapping Water to sit next to each other but Tarkyn and Lapping Water are both assiduously trying to act casually.

The home guard work out that Falling Rain will have to be in an area that is inhospitable for sorcerers. String and Bean think of the swamp. With the search area specific, Running Feet guides Tarkyn until he connects with an egret to look for Falling Rain. At first the bird is protective of Falling Rain but eventually takes Tarkyn on a mind journey to Falling Rain’s hideout halfway up a tree in the middle of the swamp.

The woodfolk travel the rest of the way down the mountain and set up camp on the banks of the lake, less than a mile from Falling Rain’s hideout. Summer Rain climbs onto Stormaway’s back, Tree Wind onto Danton’s and Waterstone onto Tarkyn’s. They levitate their way through the swamp. As a warning, an egret flies straight at Tarkyn’s head, rising just high enough to miss him, at the last minute.

As they come into Falling Rain’s view, Tarkyn uses his Shturrum spell to immobilize the exiled woodman before dropping Waterstone off next to him and then retreating to sit among the egrets in a nearby tree. Once Summer Rain and Running Feet have been dropped off too, Tarkyn replaces the Shturrum spell with his shield, which prevent s Falling Rain from flicking into hiding. Once Falling Rain is reconciled to them, the four woodfolk head off through the trees to explore Falling Rain’s domain.

The sorcerers are left behind and eddies of discontent and the odd ripple of anger. whirl through these flooded forests, signalling that Tarkyn is offended at not being introduced. The woodfolk return and once they have repaired their omission, Tarkyn unbends and feeds Falling Rain’s pet egret mentally asking her to accompany Falling Rain when they leave.

Falling Rain is shocked by the changes of twelve years. In a confrontation with Stormaway, it becomes clear that other sorcerers knew of Falling Rain’s presence when he was held captive by King Markazon. Falling Rain only agrees to share his memories with Tarkyn so that he can identify these other sorcerers, on the condition that Tarkyn share painful memories with him. Amid protests from his woodfolk, Tarkyn agrees.

Falling Rain and Tarkyn engage in a furious mind duel, during which Falling Rain realizes that Tarkyn is not like his father King Markazon. Tarkyn shows Falling Rain the scene after young Tarkyn stood up to his father to stop Danton being flogged: Markazon hugs Tarkyn as he cries himself out, then says, “You are the best of us but you will suffer for it. And in the end, you must be the one to bring hope to our nation and save us from ourselves.”

To everyone’s amazement, Falling Rain and Tarkyn return as friends. The woodfolk are horrified to learn that it was Kosar, Jarand and Journeyman who had discovered Falling Rain’s existence, and thus the existence of woodfolk and the oath. Having experienced Tarkyn’s memories, Falling Rain tells them that Tarkyn will not be able to stand by and watch sorcerers suffer under Kosar’s reign. The woodfolk agree that he has earned their support to help sorcerers.

PARTI

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

1

The little grey-robed wizard skittered across the polished floorboards on his knees, propelled by the boot of a heavy guardsman. He came to a halt, discomforted and irascible, at the feet of a strongly built man in his mid-twenties dressed in finely embroidered dark red robes, seated on a carved wooden chair with the arms of the Tamadil line emblazoned on its back rest.

Prince Jarand raised an eyebrow as he stared down at the dishevelled wizard, “I believe you have something of interest to report?”

“Yes, Your Highness, although I would have been quite capable of presenting myself to you without the assistance of that oaf.” Without presuming to raise his head, the wizard sent a poisonous look over his shoulder at the guard, who was now standing imperviously at the door.

“Perhaps it was your reticence in coming forward with this information that misled him into thinking you unwilling.” The Prince was gently tapping his finger on the arm of the chair, making the wizard nervous.

The wizard shifted his position slightly on the floor to ease his sore knees. “Your Highness, I did not realise that my observations would be of interest to you…and to tell you the truth, even if I had, I would not have known how to gain access to you. It is a great honour for me to meet you and I am more than willing to speak with you.”

Jarand waved a lazy hand at the guard, “You may leave us, Gorval.” When the guard hesitated, the prince’s voice sharpened, “I am sure this wizard you have brought me is aware that his life is forfeit, should he make any move on my person. Now leave us.”

The guard bowed and withdrew, closing the great carved doors behind him. The dull thud reverberated into silence as the prince was left alone in the huge reception hall with the wizard at his feet. After a few moments, Jarand said quietly, “You may rise.” When the wizard was standing before him, he waved at a nearby chair, “Please be seated. I can see the hard floor is causing your knees some discomfort.”

The wizard picked himself up, brushed off the front of his long grey robes and backed onto the chair, keeping his eyes trained on the prince. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“And you rejoice in the name of Greyskies Swampwatcher, I believe?” asked the prince, the faintest of derisory smiles lifting one side of his mouth.

The little wizard nodded his head, “Indeed, Your Highness.”

“So. Tell me of this strange sight you thought so unnoteworthy.”

“Oh, it was not unnoteworthy, but I didn’t think that it would interest the likes of you who have travelled so broadly, Sire.” As the prince began to lose patience, Greyskies hurried on, “I saw three sorcerers gliding between the trees in the swamp, quite high up. And each of them was carrying another sorcerer on their back.”

The prince raised his eyebrows. “Really? And are you sure they were sorcerers?”

The wizard looked confused, “What else could they be? Actually, now you mention, I think one of them may have been a wizard – hard to tell without talking to them.”

“And how close to you were they?”

Greyskies tilted his head to one side as he considered, “At least a hundred yards away. I really only caught a glimpse of them deep within the swamp. I was wading around in the shallows collecting some particular herbs that can only be found there. Normally, I stay on dry ground - too many nasties in those waters – but now and again I risk it.”

“So, do you think these people are living within this swamp of yours?”

Greyskies coughed to clear his dry throat, “I wouldn’t think so. Too many insects. Nowhere to live except in trees and I would have expected to spot them from time to time if there were a number of people living there.”

“Hmm. I see you have thought this through.”

Greyskies coughed again, “Plenty of time for thought in your cells, Your Highness. Nothing else to do.”

The prince stared at him for an unnerving moment before saying mildly, “You may help yourself to a drink, Greyskies. I will have one too.” He waved at a small table to the side that bore a large cut crystal jug of water, several glasses and an array of fruits and small, exquisitely decorated cakes.

The wizard bobbed his head, “Thank you, Sire.” As he poured the water Greyskies, who had not been given anything to eat or drink since he had been dragged in just before midnight, looked longingly at the food but kept carefully away from it. Once he had handed the prince his glass and sat down, he gulped his water in one draught. “Ah, that’s better,” he sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thank you.” He glanced uncertainly at the empty glass in his hand, wondering what to do with it.

The prince raised his eyebrows, “Would you like another glassful?”

Greyskies hesitated as he considered whether he risked overstepping the prince’s goodwill by accepting.

Correctly interpreting his hesitation, Jarand said, “I would not have asked you, had I not wanted you to have it. You may take another.” As the wizard reached the table again, he added, “And you may bring me that platter of cakes. I believe I am a little hungry.”

Looking resolutely ahead, Greyskies offered the heavy platter to the prince. Jarand took his time choosing before waving the wizard away. Just as the wizard was about to return with his water to sit down, Jarand said, “You may choose something for yourself also, Master Greyskies.”

Despite the prince’s apparent courtesy, Greyskies could not help feeling that he was being toyed with. He sat nibbling on his cake, keeping his eyes warily on the prince. For a few minutes, Jarand seemed to have forgotten him but as soon as the wizard dropped his guard and addressed himself more fully to his cake, he looked up to find the prince’s grey eyes studying him. He jumped with fright and crumbs of cake bounced onto the floor.

“I beg your pardon, Your Highness,” mumbled the wizard through a mouthful, “I did not mean to keep you waiting.”

Surprisingly, the prince smiled, “Don’t panic, Greyskies. I am not going to eat you. When you are ready, you may tell me how these men were dressed.”

Deciding to take the prince at his word, Greyskies finished off the last mouthful of cake, drank the rest of his water and stood up to brush himself down. Then he sent a trickle of grey magic to place his glass and the prince’s empty glass on the table. Once everything was back in place, he sat down again and answered, feeling much more at ease now that he was no longer so hungry, “That is an interesting question, my lord. Five out of the six of them were dressed in similar clothing. The sixth wore green robes. He was the one I thought might be a wizard.”

“Interesting. So they were wearing uniforms, were they?”

The wizard shook his head. “No, sire. I would not describe them as uniforms. They were wearing light brown shirts and leggings. They were not tailored as uniforms are. More like the sort of clothing worn by farmhands but not quite.”

“I see. That is very interesting indeed.”

“Is it, Your Highness?” As the princes eyebrows snapped together, Greyskies realised he had been over-familiar. “I b-beg your pardon. I should not have asked that.” The wizard noticed with some irritation that he was trembling.

After subjecting the wizard to a few seconds of silent scrutiny, the prince continued, “And do you remember anything else about these men?”

Greyskies swallowed, “They were a good distance away but I think at least one of them may have been a woman, sir.”

“What? Dressed in leggings?”

“Possibly, sir. I could have been mistaken.”

“Hmph. Anything else? Could you see their eyes, hair colour, size?”

Greyskies shook his head dubiously, “Not really sir. Certainly not eyes at that distance.” He frowned as he tried to remember, “Most of them seemed to have brownish coloured hair. One of them had hair that looked a bit lighter but it was hard to tell amongst the shadows. And one definitely had black hair.” The wizard shrugged. “That’s about it, I think. I couldn’t tell how tall they were. I only caught a glimpse of them between the trees.

The prince leaned forward, suddenly intent, “So when did you see the people?”

“Towards evening, yesterday.”

Suddenly the prince’s hand slammed down on the arm of his chair, making the wizard jump in fright.

“Blast it! Why am I surrounded by incompetents? Why did they not bring you to see me last night? Now we have lost precious hours.” Jarand pulled a cord at his side that brought guards running into the room. “Gorval, tell Captain Harkell to prepare eighty men to be ready to leave within the hour, armed and provisioned for several nights away. Find a horse for our wizard friend here and have Storm saddled and ready for me at the front gates in one hour.”

The guard bowed with his hand over his heart, “Your will is my command, Your Highness.”

Without even acknowledging the guard’s response, the prince turned to the wizard and snapped, “You will be coming with us to guide us and give us your local knowledge. I am appointing you as my personal wizard until Journeyman returns.”

The wizard stood and bowed, “Thank you, my lord. It would be an honour.” In actual fact, the last thing he wanted was to have his peaceful, generally solitary lifestyle disrupted but he bowed to the inevitable with the best grace he could muster, aware that any hesitation on his part would be foolhardy.

2

By mid-afternoon, the column of soldiers headed by Prince Jarand, Captain Harkell and the little wizard had reached the edge of the forest. After a brief consultation, the column turned to the right and travelled parallel to the base of the mountains until it reached the point where the forest edge swung around to the right, away from the foothills.

At a nod from Jarand, Captain Harkell raised his hand and brought his men to a halt. The captain swivelled in his saddle to address the wizard. He noted with wry amusement that the wizard was looking even more dishevelled than when they set out.

“Not used to horses?” he asked with some sympathy.

Greyskies drew himself up. “No sir, I am not. And I made the reverse journey late last night with my hands tied to the pommel. My legs are killing me.”

The captain flicked a warning glance in the direction of the prince, “But no doubt you feel honoured to be able to serve your prince?”

“Of course I do,” grumbled the wizard. “But it doesn’t stop my legs from hurting.”

“A twenty minute break, I think,” said the prince, “while Grumble Guts here advises on the terrain and our next move.”

“Dismount,” ordered the captain, springing lightly from his horse.

Before the suffering little wizard had time to lift his leg over his horse’s back, the captain was at his side taking most of his weight as he more or less fell out of the saddle. When he hit the ground, the wizard’s legs crumpled beneath him but the captain’s strong arms held him until he had recovered himself.

Greyskies huffed, “Thank you, Captain. That was most kind of you. It would have done my dignity no good at all to have landed in a heap in front of your men.”

The captain gave a friendly laugh, “All of us know what it feels like to be stiff after a long ride, and for someone who has never ridden, you have done a lot of hours in a short time.”

“When you are ready, wizard,” said the prince dryly, “perhaps you can spare us some time to explain where you saw these people and in which direction they were heading.”

“I beg your pardon, Your Highness.” Greyskies took a swig from his waterbag before sweeping his arm around from straight in front of him to the right. “The swamp is in that general direction, following the line of the Montraya River south for the first five miles or so. If we enter the forest here, we will come to the edge of the swamp in another three or four miles. There are only narrow tracks through this part of the forest. Not many people live near the swamp. There is a wider road that leads to the lake at the foot of the mountains where the river has its source,” he indicated slightly to his left, “but the people I saw were travelling away from the mountain.”

“And where did you see these people?”

“More or less straight in from here, perhaps a little to our right.”

The prince turned to Captain Harkell. “So is it reasonable to assume that they would continue in that direction?”

“Failing any other sightings or information, yes. I don’t know what manner of people you are hunting, my lord, but do you have any idea where they might be heading, and whether they would wish to remain concealed in the forest or break out into the open?”

The prince’s grey eyes narrowed. “As you so rightly assume, the nature of these people is none of your business. In answer to your questions, I do not know their intentions or where they are heading but I would like to find out. However, unless they had a particular reason for doing otherwise, I would expect them to stay within the bounds of the forest.” He turned to the wizard, “Does the forest extend further south beyond the end of the swamp?”

“Yes, Your Highness. The swamp finishes where the river cascades through rapids into a steep, narrow, heavily wooded valley that continues for another couple of miles. Although there are farmlands on either side, the valley itself is too steep to sustain any type of agriculture. After that, the river spreads out, and there are farmlands right up to its banks.”

“Thank you, Greyskies. Your knowledge of the area is very comprehensive.”

The wizard flushed with pleasure and bowed. “A pleasure, Your Highness.”

“So, do you have any idea what might lie at their journey’s end if they continued in that direction?”

Greyskies’ brows crinkled in effort but after a few moments, he shook his head regretfully. “No, Sire. I do not know enough about what lies deep within the swamp and I can think of nothing remarkable in the surrounding bushlands.”

After several minutes of silence, during which the prince thought through possibilities, Jarand galvanised into action, “Right. Can we cross this river at any point?”

“Only by skirting around the lake at its source or by ferry which is at least… hmm… sixteen miles south of here. And there is, of course the bridge right back at Montraya.”

“Then we shall travel to this lake, send half the men around to the other side and keep half on this side. Then we will travel along both edges of the swamp towards the south and hopefully trap them within the swamp or in the bottleneck of the steep valley. Captain, I want you to ask through the ranks for any sorcerers who are adept at levitation and bring them to the front. Clear? We leave in fifteen minutes.”

Prince Jarand’s decision directed his troop straight towards the woodfolk’s firesite near the lake.

3

After careful discussion, the woodfolk had decided that the return trip up the exposed part of the mountain’s slope should be undertaken after nightfall. It would be easier to keep one’s footing travelling back up the mountain and quite possible to do so in the dark. And even though everyone was anxious to put more distance between themselves and the sorcerers in the nearby farmlands, they decided it was better to travel under cover of darkness. So as Jarand’s troops approached, they were still sitting around the firesite, discussing the upshot of Falling Rain’s memories.

“Now that’s another strange thing,” mused Danton “Do you remember when Tarkyn and I faced off that hunting party? And Journeyman said, ‘That changes everything’?”

Tarkyn stared at Danton, “Oh, I see. I’ve just realised. Not only did he know about the oath, he and the twins really did think I was a rogue sorcerer before that, didn’t they?”

Danton shrugged, “Possibly, unless Kosar and Jarand didn’t tell Journeyman everything. After all, from what you’ve told me, your brothers left the Great Hall a long time before the end. They wouldn’t have known for sure, one way or the other. For all they knew, you could have caused all that destruction in an ungoverned fit of rage.”

Tarkyn turned impulsively to Falling Rain, “I didn’t though, did I? You saw my memory.”

Falling Rain shook his head, “No, you didn’t.”

Tarkyn ran his hand through his long hair, “But it was my unruly emotions that made the shield reflective. So I and my emotions did cause all that destruction.”

“Settle down, Tarkyn,” said Waterstone gently. “We have all seen your shield become reflective. It is not an act of aggression. If no one attacks you, nothing happens at all.”

“Anyway,” said Danton, “the point is that Journeyman now knows that you are not a rogue sorcerer and that therefore the oath will have been invoked.”

“So where does that leave us then?” asked Autumn Leaves. “From what I understand of sorcerer politics, Journeyman may not tell both brothers. So possibly only one will find out that Tarkyn has become the woodfolk’s liege.”

“And that one brother is probably, but not necessarily, Jarand,” said Danton thoughtfully. “After all, the wizard could be ostensibly working for one, while actually working for the other or he could be working for both.”

“Or he might just keep that information to himself for his own advantage,” put in Stormaway.

Falling Rain boggled, “I see what you mean about sorcerers’ manoeuvrings. How do you know you can trust this lot then?” He asked Tarkyn, waggling his thumb at all four sorcerers.

Tarkyn laughed, “String and Bean are not interested in politics. Poor Danton has had to prove himself over and over again. And Stormaway…well, he couldn’t lie straight in bed. So I know I can’t trust him unless I give him a direct order.”

“You do realise,” said Stormaway, ignoring this little gambit, “that from Kosar’s point of view, now that he has alienated you, these forests are effectively a foreign country under foreign rule, right in the middle of his kingdom?”

“And they’re a good size, aren’t they?” mused String. “What do you reckon, Bean? I’d say they account for a good third of the kingdom, maybe more.”

“Ooh, at least that much, String.” Bean turned to look at Tarkyn. “I’d say you’ve got yourself a bit of a problem here, Your Highness. I may know nothing about politics but I can tell you right now; if I were a king, I wouldn’t want a foreign country sitting in the middle of my kingdom.”

String scratched his head. “No. I’d be taking it over, quick as a flash.”

Tarkyn’s face tightened, “If I had meekly accepted imprisonment, I would never have been seen again… and the sovereignty of the forest would have reverted to Kosar.” He looked at Stormaway, “Is that right?”

“Only your death can release the sovereignty of the woodlands.” The wizard shrugged, “But that can easily be arranged in prison, should the need arise. So, I would say you’re probably right.”

“And so, Tarkyn,” said Waterstone firmly, “as I have always said, your safety is paramount to all of us. We don’t want King Kosar hunting us down to rule us.”

“But if they know of you, I’m afraid String is right. They will do just that, whether I am here or not,” Tarkyn looked at Stormaway, “Your plans have gone sadly awry, Stormaway. Instead of providing me with a safe haven, you may have made these forests and the woodfolk within them a target for both brothers’ ambitions, particularly if they now know that I am safely ensconced here as sovereign.”