Sturm caught his breath as the woman removed the hood of her cloak and drew the veil from her face. For the first time,human eyes looked upon the face of Alhana Starbreeze.
Muralasa, the elves called her-Princess of the Night. Her hair, black and soft as the night wind, was held in place by a net as fine as cobweb, twinkling with tiny jewels like stars. Her skin was the pale hue of the silver moon, her eyes the deep, dark purple of the night sky and her lips the color of the red moon's shadows.
The knight's first thought was to give thanks to Paladine that he was already on his knees. His second was that death would be a paltry price to pay to serve her, and his third that he musk say something, but he seemed to have forgotten the words of any known language.
"Thank you for searching, noble knight;" Alhana said softly, staring intently into Sturm's eyes. "As I said, it was a trifle. Please rise. I am very weary and, since it seems we are going to the same place, you could do me a great favor by giving me your assistance:'
"I am yours to command," Sturm said fervently, and he rose to his feet, swiftly tucking the jewel inside his belt. He held out his arm, and Alhana put her slender, white band on his forearm. His arm trembled at her touch.
It seemed to the knight .as if a cloud had covered the light of the stars when she veiled her face again. Sturm saw Tanis fall into line behind them, but so enraptured was the knight with the beautiful face burning in his memory that he stared straight at the half-elf without a flicker of recognition.
Tanis had seen Alhana's face and felt his own heart stir with her beauty. But he had seen Sturm's face as well. He had seen that beauty enter the knight's heart, doing more damage than a goblin's poisoned arrowtip. For this love must turn to poison, he knew. The Silvanesti were a proud and haughty race. Fearing contamination and the lass of their way of life, they refused to have even the slightest contact with humans. Thus the Kinslayer wars had been fought.
No, thought Tanis sadly; the silver moon itself was riot higher or farther out of Sturm's reach. The half -elf sighed. This was all they needed.
Chapter 6
Knights of Solamnia.
Tasslehoffs glasses of true seeing.
As the guards led the prisoners from the F-loll of justice they passed two figures standing outside in [he-shadows Both were so swathed in clothing it was difficult `.a tell to what race they belonged- Hoods covered their heads. their faces were wrapped in cloth. Long robes shrouded their bodies. Even their hands were wrapped in strips of white,
like bandages. They spoke together in low tones.
`See!" one said in great excitement. "'-there they are. They match the descriptions:
"Not all of them," said the other dubiously.
But the half-elf, the dwarf, the knight! I tell you, it is them! And I know where the others are;" the figure added smugly. "I questioned one of the guards:"
The other, taller figure considered, watching the group being led off down the street. "You are right. We should report this to the Highlord at once." The shrouded figure turned, then stopped as it saw the other hesitate. "What are you waiting for?"
"But shouldn't one of us follow? Look at those puny guards. You know the prisoners will try and escape."
The other laughed unpleasantly. "Of course they'll escape. And we know where they'll go-to rejoin their friends:" The shrouded figure squinted up at the afternoon sun. "Besides, in a few hours it won't make any difference:" The tall figure strode away, the shorter hurrying after.
It was snowing when the companions left the Hall of Justice. This time, the constable knew better than to march his prisoners through the main city streets. He led them into a dark and gloomy alleyway that ran behind the Hall of Justice.
Tanis and Sturm were just exchanging glances, and Gilthanas and Flint were just tensing to attack when the half-elf saw the shadows in the alley begin to moue. Three hooded and cloaked figures leaped out in front of the guards, their steel blades gleaming in the bright sunlight.
The constable put his whistle to his lips, but he never made a sound. One of the figures knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his sword, while the other two rushed the guards, who immediately fled. The hooded figures faced the companions.
"Who are you?" Tanis asked, astounded at his sudden freedom. The hooded and cloaked figures reminded him of the hooded draconians they had fought outside of Solace. Sturm pulled Alhana behind him.
"Have we escaped one danger only to find a worse?" Tanis demanded. "Unmask yourselves["'
But one of the hooded men turned to Sturm, his hands raised in the air. "Oth Tsarthon a Paran;' he said.
Sturm gasped. "Est Tsarthai en Paranaith" he replied, then he turned to Tanis. "Knights of Solamnia;' he said, gesturing at the three men.
"Knights?" Tanis asked in astonishment. "Why-"
"There is no time for explanation, Sturm Brightblade;" one of the knights said in Common, his accent thick. "The guards will return soon. Come with us:'
"Not so fast!" Flint growled, his feet planted firmly in the street, his hands breaking off the handle of a hauberk so that it suited his short stature. "You'll find time for explanations or I'm not going! How'd you know the knight's name and how came you to be waiting for us
"Oh, just run him through!" sang a shrill voice out of the shadows. "Leave his body to feed the crows. Not that they'll bother; there's few in this world who can stomach dwarf-"
"Satisfied?" Tanis turned to Flint, who was red-faced with rage.
"Someday," vowed the dwarf, "I'll kill that kender:'
Whistles sounded from the street behind them. With no more hesitation, the companions followed the knights through twisting, rat-infested alleys. Saying he had business to attend to, Tas disappeared before Tanis could catch hold of him. The half-elf noticed that the knights didn't seem at all surprised by this, nor did they try to stop Tas. They refused, however, to answer any questions, just kept hurrying the group along until they entered the ruins-the old city of Tarsus the Beautiful.
Here the knights stopped. They had brought the companions to a part of the city where no one ever came now. The streets were broken and empty, reminding Tanis strongly of the ancient city of Xak Tsaroth. Taking Sturm by the arm, the knights led him a short distance from his friends and began to confer in Solamnic, leaving the others to rest.
Tanis, leaning against a building, looked around with interest. What remained standing of the buildings on this street was impressive, much more beautiful than the modern city. He saw that Tarsis the Beautiful must have deserved its name before the Cataclysm. Now nothing but huge blocks of granite lay tumbled about. Vast courtyards were choked and overgrown with weeds turned brown by the biting winter wands.
He walked over to sit down on a bench with Gilthanas, who was talking to Alhana. The elfford introduced him.