“Why would the dragon recognize you?” said Proteus his hands flat on the table.
“We don’t know,” interrupted Sorus, “but I heard it say his name as clear as day. The dragon children are involved in this as well. Jon
… Jon confided his mission to me and I can vouch for it. He needs to see the First Rider as soon as possible. There are forces in the darkling lands moving against him and maybe all of Elekargul.”
“We’ve seen several reptile men about of late but none with dragonish features, just the usual sort from Darag’dal but they did act a bit strange,” said Proteus.
“The mayor martialled all the civilian knights in Black Dale and sent them south to fight off an invasion from the reptile people,” said Sorus. “The town is completely vulnerable and Jon and I found a stairwell in the darkling lands wide enough to march up an entire army. We have to find the First Rider and tell him what is going on.”
“He was here not long ago,” said Proteus. “But, there’s nothing we can do until tomorrow morning,” he went on. “You wait here and the boys and I’ll set up something to eat.” With that the square-jawed man stood up and left the room.
“He looks like a knight but he’s a farmer?” said Jon.
“Proteus’s wife died in childbirth with their second son. He has no sisters and he took the Brokenshield so that he could raise the boys. He’s one of the finest knights in all of Elekargul and once served as the First Rider but that was before I was born,” said Sorus. “Once the boys are old enough to be on their own he can try to regain his name.”
“Can’t he just take it back; it’s not like those other fellows who had theirs stripped from them,” said Jon a puzzled expression across his face.
“That’s not the way it works,” said Sorus with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter how you become a Brokenshield, the only way back is through some act of heroism and then another knight can give you a second name.”
“We’ll be safe here?” said Jon, “He can be trusted?”
Sorus nodded, “Absolutely Jon. I know the mayor comes across badly but there aren’t many knights like that in all of Elekargul. Even the mayor did what he thinks is best for the nation even if it doesn’t seem that way.”
“Unless he’s being influenced somehow,” said Jon his hand placed on the table as he drummed with his fingers. “There are forces here at work beyond what I understand. The Staff of Sakatha is a relic of the Old Empire there are a lot of people who want to get a hold of it. The reptile men, or dragon children, or whatever you want to call them, yes, but other forces as well. An item like that brings out the worst in men, that’s why my father wants to put it away where it can’t influence the world.” Jon suddenly looked up from the table and saw that young Danus gazed at him with wide eyes from the doorway. “Did you hear all that?” said Jon looking at the boy.
Danus nodded his head. “What’s the Staff of Sakatha?”
Jon looked at Sorus and shook his head, “I’m not doing a good job of keeping this whole thing secret, am I?”
The young knight smiled and laughed, “I don’t think there is much of a secret at all to be honest Jon. That dragon knew you; Proteus mentioned that reptile men in the region are acting strangely. It took you how many months to get here after you left Tanelorn?”
“Maybe four and a bit. I used a portal to Sea’cra but then it took me a while to find a ship heading as far south as Tarlton. Once I got to Doria it took me almost two months to make my way here,” said Jon as he closed his eyes and looked to the sky. “If anyone back in Tanelorn knew my mission they couldn’t have beaten me here.”
“No, but they could use magic to pass messages along. I’ve seen the priests in the temple of the Black Horse communicate all the way across Elekargul with other clerics almost instantaneously,” said Sorus. “Who knows what’s possible with magic, and your father doesn’t control the only working portal in the world.”
“That’s true,” said Jon just as Danus came back into the room with his brother, both carrying plates and silverware and beginning to set the table. The boys worked diligently for a few moments and soon flatware, silverware, and stemware covered the previously empty surface. The boys finished their work and disappeared back in the kitchen only to emerge with pitchers of water that they poured it into all the glasses. Jon and Sorus watched the proceedings and looked at one another with raised eyebrows. After pouring the water the boys returned to the kitchen and Danus came back out a moment later with a small plate of dried bread and cheeses while Olneus returned the art work to Jon. “Here’s your drawing back,” he said and held it up with a shy smile on his face.
“Thank you, Olneus,” said Jon and took the parchment with a smile. “Did you know Sir Germanius?”
The young boy nodded his head solemnly, “He fell asleep once over there,” he said and pointed to the large fireplace where kindling and logs stood at the ready and a rocking chair did look invitingly comfortable.
“Hello Dolly,” said Jon and walked over to the fireplace, spotted a knife and a metal block, which he quickly used to spark up the blaze. Within a few moments the kindling caught fire and smoke began to rise up the flue.
A couple of hours later the boys were in bed while Jon, Sorus, and Proteus sat around the blaze and sipped whiskey from tall tumblers, “You get this from the orcs you say,” asked Sorus as he screwed up his face and took another sip.
“Just over the mountains,” said Proteus who also took a small sip and closed his eyes as an expression of contentment came over his face. “They make the finest I’ve ever had and I trade some of my chicken eggs with a fellow over there about once a month or so. Add a little more water if it’s too hearty for you, Sorus. You’re just a boy still, even if you’re a knight, and there’s no shame in adding water for taste. Sometimes a fellow thinks he has to do something the hard way to appear manlier, but often times the best strategy is to do things as easily and effectively as possible.”
Sorus nodded his head and eyed the tumbler for a moment before he got up, took the water filled pitcher from the small cherry wood side table near the fire, and poured a small amount into his glass. He then stood and looked at the fire for a moment before he took another sip and nodded his head, “That’s a bit more like it. I thought I was drinking straight from an ant’s stinger!”
Proteus laughed and Jon stood up and went over to the pitcher himself. “I had the same sort of thoughts,” he said and put a splash of water in his own drink. “That stuff is toxic,” he said as he took a sip of the drink and smiled. “Much better. Proteus, I want to thank you for having us as guests in your home. You’ve raised a couple of fine boys there and I’m sure they’ll become knights when they get older. Do you plan to try and gain back your name once they become men?”
Proteus nodded his head and rubbed his chin with his forefinger and thumb. “I’ve thought about that a lot over the least ten years,” he said. “I’m not as young as I was then and I’ve grown fond of this lifestyle. I take care of the cows, the chickens, manage the crops; it’s hard work in its own right and Elekargul needs good farmers as much as it needs good warriors in many ways.”
“That’s true,” said Sorus, “just like it needs good brewers, but isn’t that why we serve a twelve month every other year, to be good citizens, not just good warriors?”
“The twelve month system works fine,” said Proteus with a shake of his head in contradiction to his words, “and I think it’s generally a good idea, but there is no way a knight can really learn a trade by serving twelve months. It’s up to the journeymen and the apprentice boys who never want to be knights to do things right. We knights tend to get rotated in our twelve months anyway, so just as you’re getting a feel for one job it’s back to the patrolling and then off to some new job. When I did my twelve month I always tried to take on too much responsibility rather than let the journeyman do the job. I’ve thought about that a lot since I took the Brokenshield,” he concluded as he still rubbed his chin and looked at the roaring fire.