Crystal Gorge

Zelana and her two brothers were watching the farmers from a hilltop some distance back from the beach when Red-Beard and Longbow joined them.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, baby brother,” Zelana told Veltan, “but I think you might want to consider a bit of ‘tampering’ to get Gunda and Ekial down to Castano as quickly as possible. We won’t know for sure exactly where the creatures of the Wasteland will mount their next attack until one of the children starts dreaming. It’s only a short distance from here to Aracia’s Domain; so Narasan should arrive there in just a few days, and it’s just a short voyage from Aracia’s temple to the Isle of Akalla where Trenicia’s warriors live. It’s much farther from here to Dahlaine’s Domain. Sorgan’s ships are fast enough to reach that part of the Land of Dhrall in plenty of time, but you’ll be spending quite a few days in Castano hiring Trogite ships and more days sailing on down to the land of the Malavi. Then you’ll have the long voyage from there to Dahlaine’s country on those wallowing Trogite ships.”

“I’m very good at tampering, dear sister,” Veltan told her with a faint smile. “Mother Sea is lovely at this time of the year, and I’m sure that the Malavi will enjoy their voyage enormously, but sightseeing isn’t really all that important right now, so we’ll hit a few high spots and hustle right along. It’s going to seem to Ekial’s Malavi that big brother’s Domain isn’t really all that far north when they get there, but that’s not particularly important.” Then he turned to look at his older brother. “Will the local people in your Domain be at all useful if the creatures of the Wasteland decide to go north?”

“The natives of the Tonthakan region are fairly good archers,” Dahlaine replied. “Their territory’s very much like sister Zelana’s Domain, so the Tonthakans are primarily hunters. The central region, Matakan, is open grassland and the game animals there are bison. They’re quite a bit larger than the deer in the forest, and their fur’s a lot thicker. Arrows wouldn’t be too effective against animals like that, so the Matans use spears rather than bows and arrows.”

“Wouldn’t that limit the effective range?” Longbow asked.

“Bison aren’t as timid as deer are,” Dahlaine explained. “They don’t panic the way deer do. The Matans use what they call ‘spear-throwers’ to increase the range.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a ‘spear-thrower,’” Red-Beard admitted. “How does it work?”

“Basically, it’s an extension of the hunter’s arm. It’s a stick with a cup on the end. The hunter sets the butt-end of the spear in that cup, and then he whips the stick forward. The added length increases the leverage, and it nearly doubles the range of the spear. The stone spearhead’s quite a bit heavier than your arrowheads are, so it cuts through the fur and the thick skin of the bison. It sounds just a bit crude and primitive, but it does keep the Matans eating regularly. You’ll probably have an opportunity to see how well it works when we get there.”

“Isn’t there a third region up there as well?” Veltan asked.

Dahlaine made a sour face. “I should have done something about Atazakan quite some time ago, but I’ve been just a bit busy here lately. The Atazaks have an elevated opinion of themselves—which probably derives from what’s referred to in that region as ‘the royal family.’ I’ve never had occasion to study the notion of ‘hereditary insanity,’ but the term seems to fit in the case of Atazakan. The current chief, leader, king—whatever—is totally crazy. He’s absolutely convinced that he’s a god, and that I’m just a usurper, and that I’m trying to steal what’s rightfully his.”

“Oh?” Zelana said. “What is this precious thing you’ve filched, Dahlaine?”

“The world, of course—or possibly the entire universe.”

“Why don’t the citizens just remove him—with knife or axe?” Red-Beard asked.

“Because he has thousands of guards,” Dahlaine replied. “I’d say that every third man in Palandor is a member of what Holy Emperor Azakan calls ‘the Guardians of Divinity’—which gives those ‘guardians’ an easy life. About all they have to do is stand around scowling threateningly at sunrise and sunset.”

“What’s the weather like up there?” Red-Beard asked.

“Autumn isn’t too bad,” Dahlaine replied. “There’s a warm stream of water out in Mother Sea that modifies the autumn weather, but it sort of veers off at the end of autumn, and things get very cold. Blizzards go on for weeks at a time, and the spring thaw comes much later there than in the rest of the Land of Dhrall. Summers are fairly nice, but every now and then we get spells of bad weather. Huge storms build up in the sea to the east of my Domain, and they come screaming in to hit the coast of Atazakan.” He smiled faintly. “Holy—or crazy—Azakan always tries to order those storms to go away, but they never seem to listen for some reason.”

“Storms don’t ever seem to listen, big brother,” Zelana said. “When Mother Sea gets grouchy, it’s time to take cover.”

“Fortunately we should be near the end of what the people of Matakan call ‘the whirlwind season.’”

“My people call those storms ‘cyclones,’” Veltan noted, “probably because of the way they spin around.”

“We don’t see those very often in my part of the Land of Dhrall,” Zelana said.

“You’re lucky, then,” Dahlaine replied. “Those spinning windstorms tend to rip things all to pieces. They’re fairly common in Matakan, because that region doesn’t have very many mountainous ridges to disrupt them. The Matans usually take shelter underground.”

“Caves?” Longbow asked.

“Not exactly. The Matans dig deep cellars with thick roofs, and when they see a whirlwind coming, they all go underground to sit it out.”

Rabbit came up from the beach at that point. “The Cap’n told me to tell you that the Seagull’s ready to go whenever you say it’s all right,” the clever little ironsmith said.

“Tell him that we’ll be along in just a few minutes,” Dahlaine said. Then he looked at his brother and sister. “We could probably go on ahead,” he told them, “but it might be better if we stayed with the Maags. They’ll want directions, and we can give them information they’ll probably need before long while we’re sailing on up to my Domain. It’s going to take quite a while to get there—even on those fast Maag longships—so we might as well use that time to our advantage.”