“Hullo,” he said merrily. “Remember me? Say, this looks like fun! Can I play? Give me something to throw at him, too, Tika. Gee, Caramon”—Tas entered the bedroom and walked over to where Tika stood, a breastplate in her hand, staring at him in profound astonishment—“what is the matter with you—you look awful, just awful! Say, why are we throwing armor at Caramon, Tika?” Tas asked, picking up a chain mail vest and turning to face the big warrior, who had barricaded himself behind the bed. “Is this something you two do regularly? I’ve heard married couples do some strange things, but this seems kind of weird—”
“Tasslehoff Burrfoot!” Tika recovered her power of speech. “What in the name of the gods are you doing here?”
“Why, I’m sure Tanis must have told you I was coming,” Tas said, hurling the chain mail at Caramon. “Hey—this is fun! I found the front door locked.” Tas gave her a reproachful glance. “In fact, I had to come in a window, Tika,” he said severely. “I think you might have more consideration. Anyway, I’m supposed to meet Lady Crysania here and—”
To Tas’s amazement, Tika dropped the breastplate, burst into tears, and collapsed onto the floor. The kender looked over at Caramon, who was rising up from behind the backboard like a spectre rising from the grave. Caramon stood looking at Tika with a lost and wistful expression. Then he picked his way through pieces of armor that lay scattered about on the floor and knelt down beside her.
“Tika,” he whispered pathetically, patting her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean all those things I said, you know that. I love you! I’ve always loved you. It’s just... I don’t know what to do!”
“You know what to do!” Tika shouted. Pulling away from him, she sprang to her feet. “I just told you! Lady Crysania’s in danger. You’ve got to go to her!”
“Who is this Lady Crysania?” Caramon yelled back. “Why should I give a damn whether she’s in danger or not?”
“Listen to me for once in your life,” Tika hissed through clenched teeth, her anger drying her tears. “Lady Crysania is a powerful cleric of Paladine, one of the most powerful in the world, next to Elistan. She was warned in a dream that Raistlin’s evil could destroy the world. She is going to the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth to talk to Par-Salian to—”
“To get help destroying him, isn’t that it?” Caramon snarled.
“And what if they did?” Tika flared. “Does he deserve to live? He’d kill you without a second thought!”
Caramon’s eyes flashed dangerously, his face flushed. Tas gulped, seeing the big man’s fist clench, but Tika walked right up to stand in front of him. Though her head barely came to his chin, Tas thought the big man cowered at her anger. His hand opened weakly.
“But, no, Caramon,” Tika said grimly, “she doesn’t want to destroy him. She’s just as big a fool as you are. She loves your brother, may the gods help her. She wants to save him, to turn him from evil.”
Caramon stared at Tika in wonder. His expression softened.
“Truly?” he said.
“Yes, Caramon,” Tika said wearily. “That’s why she came here, to see you. She thought you might be able to help. Then, when she saw you last night—”
Caramon’s head drooped. His eyes filled with tears. “A woman, a stranger, wants to help Raist. And risks her life to do it.” He began to blubber again.
Tika stared at him in exasperation. “Oh, for the love of—Go after her, Caramon!” she cried, stamping her foot on the floor. “She’ll never reach the Tower alone. You know that! You’ve been through the Forest of Wayreth.”
“Yes,” Caramon said, sniffing. “I went with Raist. I took him there, so he could find the Tower and take the Test. That evil Test! I guarded him. He needed me... then.”
“And Crysania needs you now!” Tika said grimly. Caramon was still standing, irresolute, and Tas saw Tika’s face settle in firm, hard lines. “You don’t have much time to lose, if you’re going to catch up with her. Do you remember the way?”
“I do!” shouted Tas in excitement. “That is, I have a map.” Tika and Caramon turned around to stare at the kender in astonishment, both having forgotten his existence.
“I dunno,” Caramon said, regarding Tas darkly. “I remember your maps. One of them took us to a seaport that didn’t have any sea!”
“That wasn’t my fault!” Tas cried indignantly. “Even Tanis said so. My map was drawn before the Cataclysm struck and took the sea away. But you have to take me with you, Caramon! I’m supposed to meet Lady Crysania. She sent me on a quest, a real quest. And I completed it. I found”—sudden movement caught Tas’s attention—“oh, here she is.”
He waved his hand, and Tika and Caramon turned to see the shapeless bundle of clothes standing in the door to their bedroom. Only now the bundle had grown two black, suspicious eyes.
“Me hungry,” said the bundle to Tas accusingly. “When we eat?”
“I went on a quest for Bupu,” Tasslehoff Burrfoot said proudly.
“But what in the name of the Abyss does Lady Crysania want with a gully dwarf?” Tika said in absolute mystification. She had taken Bupu to the kitchen, given her some stale bread and half a cheese, then sent her back outside—the gully dwarf’s smell doing nothing to enhance the comfort of the small house. Bupu returned happily to the gutter, where she supplemented her meal by drinking water out of a puddle in the street.
“Oh, I promised I wouldn’t tell,” Tas said importantly. The kender was helping Caramon to strap on his armor—a rather involved task, since the big man was considerably bigger since the last time he’d worn it. Both Tika and Tas worked until they were sweating, tugging on straps, pushing and prodding rolls of fat beneath the metal.
Caramon groaned and moaned, sounding very much like a man being stretched on the rack. The big man’s tongue licked his lips and his longing gaze went more than once to the bedroom and the small flask Tika had so casually tossed into the corner.
“Oh, come now, Tas,” Tika wheedled, knowing the kender couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. “I’m sure Lady Crysania wouldn’t mind—”
Tas’s face twisted in agony. “She—she made me promise and swear to Paladine, Tika!” The kender’s face grew solemn. “And you know that Fizban—I mean Paladine—and I are personal friends.” The kender paused. “Suck in your gut, Caramon,” he ordered irritably. “How did you ever get yourself into this condition, anyway?”
Putting his foot against the big man’s thigh, Tas tugged. Caramon yelped in pain.
“I’m in fine shape,” the big man mumbled angrily. “It’s the armor. It’s shrunk or something.”
“I didn’t know this kind of metal shrinks,” Tas said with interest. “I’ll bet it has to be heated! How did you do that? Or did it just get real, real hot around here?”
“Oh, shut up!” Caramon snarled.
“I was only being helpful,” Tas said, wounded. “Anyway, oh, about Lady Crysania.” His face took on a lofty look. “I gave my sacred oath. All I can say is she wanted me to tell her everything I could remember about Raistlin. And I did. And this has to do with that. Lady Crysania’s truly a wonderful person, Tika,” Tas continued solemnly. “You might not have noticed, but I’m not very religious. Kender aren’t as a rule. But you don’t have to be religious to know that there is something truly good about Lady Crysania. She’s smart, too. Maybe even smarter than Tanis.”
Tas’s eyes were bright with mystery and importance. “I think I can tell you this much,” he said in a whisper. “She has a plan! A plan to help save Raistlin! Bupu’s part of the plan. She’s taking her to Par-Salian!”
Even Caramon looked dubious at this, and Tika was privately beginning to think maybe Riverwind and Tanis were right. Maybe Lady Crysania was mad. Still, anything that might help Caramon, might give him some hope—
But Caramon had apparently been working things out in his own mind. “You know. It’s all the fault of this Fis-Fistandoodle or whatever his name was,” he said, tugging uncomfortably at the leather straps where they bit into his flabby flesh. “You know, that mage Fizban—er—Paladine told us about. And Par-Salian knows something about that, too!” His face brightened. “We’ll fix everything. I’ll bring Raistlin back here, like we planned, Tika! He can move into the room we’ve got fixed up for him. We’ll take care of him, you and I. In our new house. It’s going to be fine, fine!” Caramon’s eyes shone. Tika couldn’t look at him. He sounded so much like the old Caramon, the Caramon she had loved...