One was an old woman who lay sprawled on the floor where he had flung the false Kyrith; she wore a hood and cloak of pale blue that spread about her in disarray, revealing her bony blue-veined legs and wrinkled face. Her hair was long and silvery-white. She made no move to rise, but lay where she was, watching Garth with terror in her expression.
The other four sat clustered about a table. There was a young woman in brown leather helmet and tunic and black skirt, a bow leaning against the back of her chair and a quiver of white-fletched arrows slung on her shoulder. Beside her sat a man of indeterminate age, his face hidden beneath a gray hood, his gray cloak hiding all but his hands-muscular hands, one of which clutched the handle of a pewter mug.
The remaining pair wore pale blue robes that matched that of the woman on the floor, and both were likewise old; one was a man with steel-gray hair and gray-streaked black beard, the other was another white-haired woman, shorter and thinner than her fallen comrade.
There was a moment of silent consideration, and then Garth demanded, "Why have you beset me?"
There was an uneasy silence; no one answered him.
"Is this the way you treat all travelers? Or is it because I am an overman? Because I wear armor? What do you want of me?"
The old woman at the table said, in a high and broken voice, "We meant you no harm."
"Then what did you mean? You have twice attacked me with your illusions; why?"
"We did not attack you; we sought only to have you pass through our village without seeing it."
"You diverted me from my path; I am not bound northward."
"We did not know that; we thought you must be, for it is to the north that overmen are said to dwell."
Garth considered that for a few seconds; it did have a logical ring to it. "You attempted to deceive me when I entered this tavern."
"We sought only to remove your weapons, so that we could deal with you more easily."
That accorded with the facts. Garth relaxed slightly. This handful of humans was no threat to him, save for their magic, and he seemed to have beaten that; only one even bore arms, and that one a mere girl.
"Which of you conjured those illusions?"
The man in the gray hood, silent heretofore, spoke up. "It is a joint effort; no one of us is essential."
Garth considered this, and chose to doubt it; such a claim was good tactics, and more likely tactics than truth. "Who are you all, then?"
"I am the Seer of Weideth, and these three are the village elders." He indicated the other man and the two old women.
"Who is she?" He pointed at the girl with his sword.
"She is just the one who saw you coming in time to warn us. She is no one of importance."
"You call yourself a seer?"
"Yes."
"Can you read the future, then?" Garth had heard of such talents, and had in fact dealt with an oracle, the Wise Women of Ordunin, who seemed to know something of events yet to come; he could see many uses for such an ability.
"On occasion. I'm afraid I'm not much of a seer, if the truth be known. I do have knowledge and talent beyond the ordinary, but I have little control over it. I am the last and least in a long line of Seers in Weideth, and I spend more time studying the prophecies of my predecessors than making my own."
That explained why he had failed to foresee that Garth would not be deceived by the illusions, and therefore Garth decided to believe it. He had the impression that the man was being reasonably forthright. Perhaps a similar frankness on his own part would enable him to resolve this episode in short order and get on his way once more. He wanted to reach Dыsarra before morning; before midnight would be nice.
"Listen, then; I mean no harm to you or your village. I intend no evil toward any person or community outside the village of Skelleth. I bear no ill will for your mistaken attempts at self-defense. Let us end our dispute peaceably; I will not harm you, but will go about my business. In exchange you will refrain from bothering me further with your petty magic. Is this not fair to all, and a desirable conclusion?"
The Seer said to his comrades, "He speaks the truth as he knows it."
There was a moment of silent consideration as the elders looked at one another; the larger woman clambered to her feet, then, found a chair and seated herself. Garth lowered his sword, but did not sheathe it.
It was the sentry who first spoke, saying, "But what about. the prophecies?"
The male elder nodded. "There is that."
"What prophecies?" Garth said. "I am not an unreasonable person. Explain your meaning, and perhaps I can accommodate you."
The humans all turned toward the Seer, making plain that they felt it was his place, as Seer, to explain. He obliged.
"There are two prophecies that led us to be especially wary of your coming, overman. The first, made long, long ago, said merely that death and destruction lie in wait in the east, and shall come out of the east in their time. The second, made by my immediate predecessor-who unlike myself, was one of our greatest Seers and prophets; there seems to be an alternation-well, his was an elaboration upon the first, and says that when an overman from the east comes to Dыsarra he will unleash chaos and catastrophe upon the world. You see, therefore, that we do not wish to see you proceed westward from our village, since that road leads only to Dыsarra."
Garth considered this. It sounded vague to him, and he was reluctant to pay it much heed; he had business in Dыsarra.
"Does the prophecy give my name, or a more exact description?"
"No."
"Does it say that any overman from the east will bring disaster, or that there will be one specific one?"
"It implies one specific overman, but we prefer not to take chances; you are the first overman to come up the East Road in a very long time, the first since the prophecy was made."
"I have come from the Northern Waste, though, not from the eastern lands. I have no intention of unleashing anything."
"I never heard of the Northern Waste; still, it must lie to the east, or you would not have come on the East Road. Your intentions may prove to have very little to do with what actually occurs."
"Still, I do not think I am the overman prophesied, and I intend to go to Dыsarra. I would advise you not to try to stop me, nor to obstruct me when I return on my way home."
"We will not bother you once you have reached Dыsarra; it will be too late by then. Anything we might do after that would be pointless revenge, and we are not so foolish as to attempt it. However, I beg you to reconsider. Do not go to Dыsarra! You may not be the overman we were warned of, but why risk it? You are a good man…Ah, I mean a good person. Do not chance bringing destruction upon yourself and others!"
"I regret that I cannot oblige you. It seems that we will not be able to part as friends after all, and in that case I must ask this young woman to surrender her bow to me; I have no desire to be shot in the back. I will leave it, undamaged, on the road west of the village. I must also insist that no further distracting illusions be used; I know where and who you are, now, and would take it very ill should you attempt to divert me."
He reached out for the bow; reluctantly, her eye on the sword in his other hand, the girl gave it to him.
"My thanks. I take leave of you now, and wish you all well. I truly hope and believe that I am not the overman your prophets spoke of." He nodded politely, and backed out of the inn, sword in hand. No one made any unfriendly move, nor any move at all; all five sat in silent dismay.
Once outside, he turned and ran toward where he had left Koros; he had little doubt that despite his warning, some other attempt would be made to stop him, and he wanted to put as much distance between himself and the village as he could before the humans could reorganize sufficiently to launch their attack.