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

“Clever,” said Bregnest, nodding his head. “And if your plan fails, we can still force our way through to Trion.”

“I hope that my plan will work,” said Alex. “I agree with Sindar—I would hate to have to kill so many innocent men.”

“It is agreed then,” said Bregnest. “We will try your plan, and use force only as our last resort.”

Alex was relieved. He hoped that the prince was as big a fool as he seemed to be and that Kappa was as evil as it appeared he was.

They waited through the afternoon, and, as Alex had suspected, Kappa appeared just before sunset. He was dressed in fine, blue robes and wore a long, golden chain around his neck. Alex could see in Kappa’s face that he was nervous and worried by Bregnest’s sudden and unexpected arrival.

“So, Silvan Bregnest, you’ve returned,” said Kappa with a sneer in his voice. “And you’ve brought friends with you as well.”

“I have returned,” answered Bregnest. “We wish to speak with King Trion about a matter that is important to him.”

“I am not surprised to hear that you would like to see Trion,” said Kappa. “But I’m afraid that won’t be possible, at least not for a little while.”

“So we are to remain here as prisoners?”

“As guests,” Kappa answered with a wicked grin. “Prince Varson does not wish to make you or your friends prisoners.”

“But we are not free to go.”

“And if you were free to go, would you?” Kappa asked. “Or would you try to reach Trion in his castle?”

“We are on a quest for the true king of Athanor,” answered Bregnest. “We would take him our news.”

“Ah, yes, of course. However, there is some question as to whothe true king of Athanor is. Perhaps your news can wait while this question is settled.”

“Perhaps it can,” said Bregnest, his tone softening slightly. “Though waiting is often a tiresome and costly business.”

“Of course it is,” said Kappa with a nod. “I’m sure that some accommodation might be reached, if only I could be sure that you would not do anything foolish.”

“Your words hold some wisdom, Kappa. I would not wish to act the fool, nor lead my friends on a fool’s errand.”

“You have never played the fool, Bregnest,” Kappa said in a sickly sweet voice. “Perhaps, if you and your company would make a pledge or take a simple oath . . . ? Nothing serious, just something to protect your honor from a moment of rash thinking.”

“Perhaps,” said Bregnest. “It would be foolish to rush off with so many questions unanswered. Truly, Prince Varson is fortunate to have you as his adviser.”

“You are most kind. Would you and your company be willing to take such an oath?”

“I can answer only for myself in this matter,” said Bregnest. “Let me discuss this with my companions who are not of this land. I think I can show them the wisdom in what you say.”

“And how long would such a discussion take?”

“The sun is now setting, and we have ridden far,” said Bregnest, looking toward the west. “Let us have until morning. I am sure the new day will bring you the answer you desire.”

“As you wish,” said Kappa, bowing stiffly. “I will return when the sun rises, with great hopes for our future understanding.”

“You are most kind,” said Bregnest, bowing in return.

Kappa hurried away from the camp, and once he was gone, Bregnest spat.

“If I had not agreed to your plan, Alex,” said Bregnest, shaking his head and scowling.

“You did well,” said Alex. “Now, as long as Kappa doesn’t try something foolish, we should be fine.”

“What do you think he’ll try?” Andy questioned, looking confused.

“I don’t think I’ll give him the chance to try anything,” answered Alex.

“How long will you wait before seeking your audience?” Bregnest questioned.

“At least two hours. Kappa needs time to think about your conversation, and I wouldn’t want to rush him. We might as well have our evening meal while we wait.”

“Very well,” said Bregnest. “Be careful of Kappa, Alex. He is little more than a well-dressed goblin.”

“That is exactly what I’m counting on,” said Alex with a grin.

Halfdan prepared a meal for them, but only Alex seemed to have any appetite. Alex was fairly sure Kappa would do nothing until morning, and by then there would be nothing at all that he could do.

After eating, Alex lay down and considered exactly what he would do and say once he’d arranged his audience with Varson. He wanted to make the prince believe that the idea of a contest with the Horn of Moran was his own. The prince’s pride would be his most effective weapon, and he knew that he would have to play up to the prince if he wanted to win the day.

After two hours had passed, Alex got to his feet and prepared for the next part of his plan. With a nod to his friends, he walked toward the guards who stood around them.

“I wish to speak to Prince Varson and his adviser, Kappa,” Alex told the guard in a low voice.

“The prince and his adviser are not to be disturbed,” the guard answered sternly.

“If you will send a message to the prince or to his adviser, it will be to your great advantage,” said Alex, producing three gold coins and slipping them into the guard’s hand.

The guard looked at the coins and then at Alex. Alex could see he had judged the man’s price correctly, and he soon found himself being led to the elegant tent of Prince Varson. Before entering the tent, Alex removed his weapons and placed them inside his magic bag.

“You’re a member of Bregnest’s party,” said Kappa, as soon as Alex entered the tent.

“I am,” said Alex, bowing first to Prince Varson and then to Kappa.

“And what do you wish to speak to us about?” Kappa questioned angrily.

“About the Horn of Moran, of course.”

The color drained from Kappa’s face, but the prince seemed to come alive with excitement.

Alex tried not to smile, though it was exactly the reaction he had hoped for.

“And what do you have to say about the legendary Horn?” Kappa snapped.

“As you may have guessed, our company was searching for the Horn at the request of King Trion.”

“And are the legends true?” Prince Varson questioned, moving closer to Alex. “Does the Horn exist?”

“The legends are true, my lord,” Alex answered with a bow. “And I can assure you that the Horn of Moran does exist.”

“Do you carry this Horn?” Kappa asked before the prince could ask another question.

“I do not, but one of our company does,” said Alex. “And I am sure that the Horn could be produced, if the proper reasons were given.”

“Bah! You are a trickster hoping to play us as fools,” said Kappa. “What reasons do you need to produce the Horn? What proof do we have that your company even has the true Horn? This could all be some story you’ve made up in hopes of receiving a reward.”

“The reasons are obvious,” said Alex calmly. “I do not wish to see war in Athanor. The proof, of course, is in the Horn itself because it will only play a note for the true king of Athanor. As for more proof, I can give only my word that I speak truly. And as for rewards, I will leave that decision to the true king of Athanor.” Alex bowed to Varson, which seemed to please the prince, but Kappa looked worried.

“You are full of lies,” Kappa yelled. “You seek only to deceive us and ruin our hopes.”

“Silence, fool!” Alex yelled back at him.

With a wave of his hand and a blinding flash, Alex turned Kappa into a donkey. “Forgive me, my lord,” Alex said to Varson in an apologetic tone. “I have lost my temper. Your adviser’s claim that I had lied to him was really too much.”

Prince Varson seemed almost as stunned as the donkey, and he looked from Alex to the donkey and back again, not knowing what to do or say.

“As you can see, my lord, I am a wizard,” Alex continued. “My only wish is to see peace in Athanor and the true king on the throne.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” said Varson in a shaky voice.