The Horn of Moran - Forman Mark L (читать полную версию книги .TXT) 📗

“We need to get out of the mountains,” said Alex, dropping onto his blankets beside the fire.

“Yes, but perhaps first you should rest.”

Alex shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I should send a message to Whalen. He may know how to break this spell.”

“Possibly, but do we have time to wait for a reply?”

“No,” said Alex with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll send a message and then we can break camp.”

“Rest first,” said Sindar softly. “Collect your thoughts and rest your body. You’ve had a long night.”

Alex’s eyes were already closing. He would rest for an hour or two, then send a message to Whalen.

Whalen will know what to do, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. Whalen is a great wizard. He always knows what to do.

When Alex woke, he felt much better. Looking at the sun, he could tell he had been asleep for almost three hours. Sindar was walking around the fire with Andy, but Andy seemed unaware of anything around him.

“Any improvement?” Alex asked.

“No. I thought perhaps moving around would help them, but they seem unchanged.”

“They will be moving around quite a bit soon enough. Let me send a message to Whalen, and then we’ll start back down the mountain.”

Sindar nodded, but said nothing, helping Andy sit back down beside the fire. While Alex wrote his message, he noticed the blank stare on Andy’s face. He hoped that Whalen would have an answer and that the answer would come soon.

Once Alex had sent his message, he and Sindar began leading the others back down the path toward the first gate. Their going was painfully slow because their companions would run into the stone sides of the trail yet continue trying to move forward. After several hours of turning their friends back onto the path, Sindar came up with a clever solution.

Fastening a length of rope to each member of the company, Sindar was able to pull their dazed companions into the correct path as they went along. But even with this improvement, their progress was incredibly slow.

What had been a day’s travel going up the path took them almost three days to travel back down. Alex was beginning to worry that they wouldn’t be off the mountains before the snow began to fall, and he certainly didn’t want to spend the winter stuck on the mountainside.

“From here on it will be more difficult,” said Sindar, dropping to the ground beside Alex. “The path is steep, and there aren’t any rock walls to keep our friends from falling off the edge.”

“I know,” said Alex. “And they don’t seem to be improving at all.” He thought for a moment. “I suppose I could change our friends into mice and carry them down the mountain inside my magic bag.”

“Do you think you could do that?”

“Perhaps, but I’ve never transfigured a human, and I’d hate to accidentally hurt one of our friends.”

“Then don’t think on it,” Sindar advised. “We will manage, somehow.”

Alex simply nodded. What he had said wasn’t entirely true. When Alex had transfigured Val’s magic bag, Val had been inside it at the time. It wasn’t a pleasant thought and he pushed it aside. Transfiguration was a simple solution, but not one he was willing to try on his friends, at least not yet.

“Perhaps we should just put them inside one of our magic bags as they are,” Alex said softly.

“A simple solution to our problem, but there are dangers. We do not know what magic Val used on them, and the magic inside the bag may trigger some greater damage.”

“Yes, I suppose that is possible,” said Alex. “And then there are the rules of honor to consider.”

“Giving another the safety of your bag without his consent is a loss of honor for both the person being protected and the holder of the bag,” said Sindar in a troubled voice. “The rules of honor are there for good reasons, but those reasons hardly apply right now.”

“If things get worse and we can’t get off the mountain, we may have to risk that loss of honor.”

“Not yet. Not if there is another way to save our friends. We will find a way to save them, Alex. I’m sure we will.”

For a long time they sat in silence. Alex felt too tired to sleep or think. He lay back on his blankets and watched the stars above him, letting his thoughts wander freely.

“You have not said what happened in the tower,” Sindar said softly.

“We haven’t had time,” Alex replied. “And I’m not sure I can really explain everything.”

“Rest, Alex. The morning may bring new hope.”

“And a message from Whalen,” Alex added, his mind and body finally succumbing to sleep.

Alex woke to the dinging of a geeb and was glad to find a message from Whalen had indeed arrived. He paid the geeb and tore open the letter, his hopes high that the answer he needed was here.

Dear Alex,

I will not trouble you for details now as I understand the situation you are in. I’m afraid I can’t be of much help to you. There is a spell that might cure your friends, but I cannot write it here, and even if I could, I’m not completely sure you could use it. It is a difficult spell to work and can go very badly wrong if not done correctly.

My best advice to you is to get to the enchanted woods as quickly as you can. You may find help in the woods, if you can reach them before the snows block your way. I believe that time will heal your friends, but winter is coming and you can’t wait.

I am sorry that I cannot be of more help to you at this time. Whatever happens, don’t give up.

Yours in fellowship, Whalen

Alex showed the letter to Sindar before storing it in his bag. He felt a little frustrated that Whalen had the answer but that he could not share it. Now he and Sindar would have to do what they could, and Alex wasn’t at all sure it would be enough.

Chapter Thirteen

Brownies

Alex had managed to defeat the evil shadow, destroy the lower library, and recover the Horn of Moran, but he felt like none of that mattered. They were still trapped on the mountain, and his friends were helpless. For the first time Alex thought their adventure might be a failure, and his mood grew darker as he considered what that failure would mean.

“Come,” said Sindar. “We will do what needs to be done.”

Alex agreed and tried to shake off his dark mood. Both Whalen and Garson had told him not to give up or give in to despair, but Alex felt that this was an almost hopeless situation. If Whalen had been there, he could have cured Bregnest, Halfdan, and Andy, and they could easily get off the mountains. In the end, however, Alex knew there was nothing he could do but carry on. If they were going to get off the mountains before winter set in, it was up to Sindar and himself to get them off.

They moved along the trail more slowly now, staying close to the mountain and avoiding the edge. To keep from losing one of their friends over the edge, Alex and Sindar were forced to move them one at a time. This was tiring and time-consuming because Alex and Sindar had to climb each section of the path twice and descend it three times to move the company forward at all.

After ten days of moving forward only a few hundred yards at a time, they finally reached the spot where they had camped their first night on the mountain. The wind blew constantly, and the sun hardly ever came out from behind the gray clouds that filled the sky.

“We’re almost down,” said Sindar. “Perhaps another two or three days and we’ll finally be off the mountain.”

“And then what?” Alex asked softly.

“Whalen said we might find help in the enchanted woods. At least we will find shelter there from the coming snows.”

“I’m sorry,” said Alex, looking at Sindar. “I’ve been letting myself think only dark thoughts of failure. I’m feeling sorry for myself, I guess.”