Another voice answered, shouting, "I must see Sir Liam!"
"Sir Liam will see you in the morning. Now you must go!" the captain warned.
"I have news of Gunthar's death. I have been to the crypt!" the man said. Sounds of a struggle began.
Liam gasped and jumped to the door, angrily snatching it open. "Bring him here," he hissed. "And be quiet about it. You'll wake the entire castle."
The captain, a tall powerfully built Ergothian, dragged Nalvarre Ringbow into the room and unceremoniously dumped him on the floor. "You can go," Liam said, waving the warrior to the door. "Tell no one," he added.
With a baffled expression, the captain of the guard closed the door behind him. Nalvarre rose to his feet, brushed back his hair and turned to face Sir Liam.
"What is this about visiting the crypt?" Liam asked as he moved behind the heavy oaken desk, placing it between the wild man and himself. At the same time, he used the desk to conceal the dagger in his hand. "That is a holy place forbidden to all but the initiated."
Nalvarre cleared his throat. "You have been told that I spent some time with a gully dwarf named Uhoh Ragnap, and that he claimed to be present at the time of Gunthar's death," Nalvarre said.
Liam nodded impatiently.
Nalvarre continued, "Uhoh did a remarkable job of imitating the manner in which Lord Gunthar died. And he mentioned several other things, about the dog Garr for instance, that made me suspicious as to the cause of Lord Gunthar's death."
"The cause of Lord Gunthar's has already been determined by Trevalyn Kesper. He said that…" Liam's voice trailed off as he raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, now you begin to see why I was in the crypt," Nalvarre said. He stepped forward and reached into his pocket.
Reacting swiftly, Liam stepped back, his dagger poised to strike. Nalvarre halted, his hand half out of his pocket.
"I have no weapon," he said. "Look." He inched the scrap of paper between his fingers out enough for Liam to see. "It's only a bit of paper."
Liam lowered his weapon.
Nalvarre breathed a sigh of relief and carefully unfolded the paper. "I took these from the wound on Gunthar's thigh," he explained as he laid the paper on the desk.
"You did not desecrate the body!" Liam said in alarm.
"No, of course not,'" Nalvarre laughed nervously. "I found them right on the surface of the wound."
Cautiously, Liam leaned forward to look. Several tiny amber beads lay in a crease of the otherwise blank scrap of paper.
"Before I came to Sancrist, I learned from the elves of Qualinesti of a poison sometimes used by draconians to envenom their arrows," Nalvarre said.
"Poison?" Liam exclaimed.
"When dried, if hardens into amber-like nodules. It only dissolves in one substance-blood. No other liquids have an effect upon it," Nalvarre said.
"How can you prove what you are saying?" Liam asked.
"I have come here to test the poison," Nalvarre said, "so that you may see with your own eyes. If you will pass me that bottle of brandy, we can begin."
Warily Liam took a bottle from the table behind him and handed it to the priest. Nalvarre removed the cork and tipped the bottle until a little brandy spilled out into his cupped palm. Then, dipping his finger into the liquid, he shook a drop onto one of the amber beads. The drop splattered on the paper, staining it, but the bead remained unchanged.
"Now, if you would be so kind," Nalvarre said, holding out his hand.
Liam looked at it without understanding.
"With your dagger," the priest said as he wiggled his fingers.
Liam took Nalvarre's hand and held it firmly in his own. Reversing the dagger, he pricked the priest's thumb. Nalvarre jerked, and a drop of blood welled from the tiny wound.
Careful not to let the wound touch the bead, Nalvarre squeezed his thumb above the paper. A drop of blood swelled, dangling for what seemed an eternity, before finally falling. It splattered on the paper next to the brandy stain.
As the blood soaked into the paper, the amber beads began to shrink, then disappeared as they dissolved in the blood.
Liam's fist slammed on the desk, sending stacks of papers sliding to the floor. "They did poison him!" he snarled.
"That's why the draconians hunted the gully dwarf so relentlessly, because he knew Gunthar's secret," Nalvarre said.
"What secret?" Liam asked, the blood rising in his face.
"Something Gunthar whispered to the gully dwarf just before he died. As it was told me, 'the book… Kalaman… Liam… in bell room… tell him… tell no one else.' I think it might have something to do with the Revised Measure."
"Perhaps," Liam pondered this surprising information hopefully. If Gunthar had finished the Measure and hidden it somewhere, it would certainly be welcome news. But where? In the bell room? There wasn't a bell room in Castle uth Wistan.
Perhaps in Kalaman? Kalaman!
His eyes shot to the note in his hand, to the watermark on it, from Kalaman. The book he'd given Gunthar several years ago, a book which was kept not in the bell room, but in Belle's room, the former bedchamber of Gunthar's ladywife. The room now occupied by…
"I want Lord Tohr brought to me this instant!" Liam shouted as he stalked to the door. He jerked it open.
Liam stepped back from the open door, finding Lady Jessica already there, her arm raised as though about to knock. Her mouth gaped open.
"Lady Jessica!" Liam shouted. "What are you doing here?
Excuse me please. Guards!" he shouted, then stepped back again in surprise. "You!"
Valian, held firmly by two Knights of the Sword, struggled as though to escape.
"Sir Valian came to my room and asked me to be brought to you," Jessica tried to explain. "He said it was important."
"I'll say it is," Liam said as the captain of the guard appeared at the door. "Captain, hold this elf. Don't try to escape, Valian."
"I came here to warn you," Valian shouted as the captain entered the room with drawn sword, "not to… escape."
"Warn us of what?" Liam asked.
"That all along Lord Tohr has schemed to take control of the Knights of Sancrist Isle," Valian said, "and that he had Gunthar killed. I don't know how."
"It was poison," Nalvarre said.
"I suspected as much," Valian said.
The captain of the guard stood in the center of the room, looking in confusion from one person to the next.
"Lord Gunthar was poisoned?" the captain of the guard asked.
At that moment, a guard appeared at the open door. He glanced around the room for a moment, as though looking for someone in particular. His eyes lighted on the captain.
"Captain, Sir Liam, Trevalyn Kesper has been found dead in the chambers of Lord Tohr Malen," he said.
"That was my doing," Valian said.
"And what of Lord Tohr?" Liam asked.
"He is not in his room. All the other Knights of Takhisis are missing as well. The watch is having trouble finding many of our own Knights as well. Perhaps the others… "
They turned at the sound of horns from the courtyard. Footsteps pounded in the hall. Liam raced across the room and threw open the window. An arrow thudded into the heavy curtain beside his head.
Outside, men shouted Solamnic challenges, and metal clashed against metal. Axes rang like hammers on shields, and men cried out in pain. Fires flared up, lighting all the sky.
Liam turned, a tear in his eye. "Brother against brother," he groaned. "What have we come to?"
27
Despite the Cataclysm, which shook the land to its foundations, and the Chaos War, which shook the world to its core, robbing it of both its gods and its magic, the Whitestone Glade had endured virtually unchanged, a strange and magical place. The monolithic pale white stone and the meadow surrounding it had been held a blessed sanctuary by the people of this land. No matter the weather, in winter as well as in summer, the weary found rest there, the tormented peace.