‘I don’t want to think logically!’ Laurana cried, stomping her foot and glaring angrily at the cleric. ‘I’m sick of being sensible! I’m tired of this whole war. I’ve done my part—more than my part. I just want to find Tanis!’
Seeing Elistan’s sympathetic face, Laurana sighed. ‘I’m sorry, my dear friend. I know what you say is true,’ she said, ashamed. ‘But I can’t stay here and do nothing!’
Though Laurana didn’t mention it, she had another concern. That human woman, that Kitiara. Where was she? Were they together as she had seen in the dream? Laurana realized now, suddenly, that the remembered image of Kitiara standing with Tanis’s arm around her was more disturbing than the image she had seen of her own death.
At that moment, Lord Gunthar suddenly entered the room.
‘Oh!’ he said, startled, seeing Elistan and Laurana. ‘I’m sorry, I hope I am not disturbing—’
‘Please, no, come in,’ Laurana said quickly.
‘Thank you,’ Gunthar said, stepping inside and carefully shutting the door—first glancing down the hallway to make certain no one was near. He joined them at the window. ‘Actually I needed to talk to you both, anyway. I sent Wills looking for you. This is best, however. No one knows we’re speaking.’
More intrigue, Laurana thought wearily. Throughout their journey to Gunthar’s castle, she had heard about nothing but the political infighting that was destroying the Knighthood.
Shocked and outraged at Gunthar’s story of Sturm’s trial, Laurana had gone before a Council of Knights to speak in Sturm’s defense. Although the appearance of a woman at a Council was unheard of, the knights were impressed by this vibrant, beautiful young woman’s eloquent speech on Sturm’s behalf. The fact that Laurana was a member of the royal elven household, and that she had brought the dragonlances, also spoke highly in her favor.
Even Derek’s faction—those that remained—were hard-pressed to fault her. But the knights had been unable to reach a decision. The man appointed to stand in Lord Alfred’s place was strongly in Derek’s tent—as the phrase went—and Lord Michael had vacillated to such a degree that Gunthar had been forced to throw the matter to an open vote. The knights demanded a period of reflection and the meeting was adjourned. They had reconvened this afternoon. Apparently, Gunthar had just come from this meeting.
Laurana knew, from the look on Gunthar’s face, that things had gone favorably. But if so, why the maneuvering?
‘Sturm’s been pardoned?’ she asked.
Gunthar grinned and rubbed his hands together. ‘Not pardoned, my dear. That would have implied his guilt. No. He has been completely vindicated! I pushed for that. Pardon would not have suited us at all. His knighthood is granted. He has his command officially bestowed upon him. And Derek is in serious trouble!’
‘I am happy, for Sturm’s sake,’ Laurana said coolly, exchanging worried looks with Elistan. Although she liked what she had seen of Lord Gunthar, she had been brought up in a royal household and knew Sturm was being made a game piece.
Gunthar caught the edge of ice in her voice, and his face became grave. ‘Lady Laurana,’ he said, speaking more somberly, ‘I know what you are thinking—that I am dangling Sturm from puppet strings. Let us be brutally frank, lady. The Knights are divided, split into two factions—Derek’s and my own. And we both know what happens to a tree split in two: both sides wither and die. This battle between us must end, or it will have tragic consequences. Now, lady and Elistan, for I have come to trust and rely on your judgment, I leave this in your hands. You have met me and you have met Lord Derek Crownguard. Who would you choose to head the Knights?’
‘You, of course, Lord Gunthar,’ Elistan said sincerely.
Laurana nodded her head. ‘I agree. This feud is ruinous to the Knighthood. I saw that myself, in the Council meeting. And—from what I’ve heard of the reports coming from Palanthas—it is hurting our cause there as well. My first concern must be for my friend, however.’
‘I quite understand, and I am glad to hear you say so,’ Gunthar said approvingly, ‘because it makes the very great favor I am about to ask of you easier.’ Gunthar took Laurana’s arm. ‘I want you to go to Palanthas.’
‘What? Why? I don’t understand!’
‘Of course not. Let me explain. Please sit down. You, too, Elistan. I’ll pour some wine—’
‘I think not,’ Laurana said, sitting near the window.
‘Very well.’ Gunthar’s face became grave. He laid his hand over Laurana’s. ‘We know politics, you and I, lady. So I am going to arrange all my game pieces before you. Ostensibly you will be traveling to Palanthas to teach the knights to use the dragonlances. It is a legitimate reason. Without Theros, you and the dwarf are the only ones who understand their usage. And—let’s face it—the dwarf is too short to handle one.’
Gunthar cleared his throat. ‘You will take the lances to Palanthas. But more importantly, you will carry with you a Writ of Vindication from the Council fully restoring Sturm’s honor. That will strike the death’s blow to Derek’s ambition. The moment Sturm puts on his armor, all will know I have the Council’s full support. I shouldn’t wonder if Derek won’t go on trial when he returns.’
‘But why me?’ Laurana asked bluntly. ‘I can teach anyone—Lord Michael, for example—to use a dragonlance. He can take them to Palanthas. He can carry the Writ to Sturm—’
‘Lady’—Lord Gunthar gripped her hand hard, drawing near and speaking barely above a whisper—‘you still do not understand! I cannot trust Lord Michael! I cannot—I dare not trust any one of the knights with this! Derek has been knocked from his horse—so to speak—but he hasn’t lost the tourney yet. I need someone I can trust implicitly! Someone who knows Derek for what he is, who has Sturm’s best interests at heart!’
‘I do have Sturm’s interests at heart,’ Laurana said coldly. ‘I put them above the interests of the Knighthood.’
‘Ah, but remember, Lady Laurana,’ Gunthar said, rising to his feet and bowing as he kissed her hand, ‘Sturm’s only interest is the Knighthood. What would happen to him, do you think, if the Knighthood should fall? What will happen to him if Derek seizes control?’
In the end, of course, Laurana agreed to go to Palanthas, as Gunthar had known she must. As the time of her departure drew nearer, she began to dream almost nightly of Tanis arriving on the island just hours after she left. More than once she was on the verge of refusing to go, but then she thought of facing Tanis, of having to tell him she had refused to go to Sturm to warn him of this peril. This kept her from changing her mind. This—and her regard for Sturm.
It was during the lonely nights, when her heart and her arms ached for Tanis and she had visions of him holding that human woman with the dark, curly hair, flashing brown eyes, and the charming, crooked smile, that her soul was in turmoil.
Her friends could give her little comfort. One of them, Elistan, left when a messenger arrived from the elves, requesting the cleric’s presence, and asking that an emissary from the knights accompany him. There was little time for farewells. Within a day of the arrival of the elven messenger, Elistan and Lord Alfred’s son—a solemn, serious young man named Douglas—began their journey back to Southern Ergoth. Laurana had never felt so alone as she bid her mentor good-bye.
Tasslehoff faced a sad parting as well.
In the midst of the excitement over the dragonlance, everyone forgot poor Gnosh and his Life Quest, which lay in a thousand sparkling pieces on the grass. Everyone but Fizban. The old magician rose from where he lay cowering on the ground before the shattered Whitestone and went to the stricken gnome, who was staring woefully at the shattered dragon orb.