“Then 'ow did she know
Moonsdreamer
was in Calmpoint?”
Yurial raised an amused and inquisitive eyebrow. “For one, Captain, you can't very well sail a deep sea ship up the Steadfast River. For another, a group of miller's men were returning to Deldal's Mills when you arrived, and they carried the news of your arrival. Then there are the horses outside that carry Ganik the blacksmith's mark. Another indication that you hadn't brought your ship upriver.” She smiled again. “Unless you've some magic that allows you to fold your ship up and put it into your pocket.”
“No,” Raisho growled.
Juhg knew from experience that the young sea captain was embarrassed.
“I meant no disrespect,” Raisho said, directing his gaze to Yurial as well as Juhg. “I just don't want nothin' to 'appen to the scribbler 'ere.”
“So I judged,” Yurial said, “from the reports of the near altercation in here earlier.” She sat back calmly, her fingers plucking quiet notes subconsciously from the harp in her lap.
“Where's your da?” Juhg asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from the last few minutes.
“He's dead.” Sadness touched Yurial's brown eyes.
“I'm sorry for your loss,” Juhg said.
“As am I,” Yurial said. “He was taken by Torlik's Fever three years past. One of the logging camps deep in the forest came down with it. Da went there because he couldn't bear the thought of those women and children dying without the all too brief happiness of stories and songs to tell them good-bye. So he went.” She paused. “Da had been around Torlik's Fever on three other occasions. Survived it himself once. He thought he would be safe. He wasn't. We had to burn his body
there with the others. But I placed a headstone for him in the graveyard. It gives me a place to go talk to him.”
“You still have his songs,” Juhg told her. “All those he taught you, as well as the ones he wrote.”
A smile lightened her features then. “I know.”
“I didn't know he was gone,” Juhg apologized. “Otherwise I would have visited.”
Yurial plucked sweet, sad notes, but she smiled. “I know you would have. You and Grandmagister Lamplighter. And since Wick's not here, am I to assume that something has happened toâ”
“No,” Juhg said. “Grandmagister Lamplighter abdicated his position to go off on a most remarkable journey.” He didn't know how else to describe his mentor's disappearance with
The Book of Time
.
“Hopefully, Wick will return soon to us with marvelous tales of where he's been and what he's seen,” Yurial said. “There's never been a talespinner like him.”
“Never,” Juhg agreed. “I wish he were here now to advance the idea of starting schools to teach reading and for the building of Libraries.”
“From what I hear,” Yurial said, “you've been doing well.”
“Changing opinions is hard and slow.”
“You're combating a thousand years of fear. That won't be an easy task.”
“But if people could only understand what the Libraries have to offer,” Juhg said, “they would take to the idea more quickly.”
“All they know right now is that books may draw the goblinkin to them. The goblinkin still sack towns. Especially in the south near Hanged Elf's Point.”
Juhg knew that. One of his Librarians was assigned to assessing the growing threat of that situation. Several of the leaders he'd talked to were afraid another goblinkin war was brewing. He couldn't discount that possibility.
“But enough of that,” Yurial said. “What has brought you here when you have so many other important things to do?”
Juhg waved the innkeeper over to bring fresh drinks all around, then he proceeded to tell the tale.
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“Craugh wants to ferret out the betrayal that happened at the Battle of Fell's Keep?” Yurial sat back in her chair and delicately strummed the harp. The music was hauntingly familiar. Juhg was certain he'd heard it before, probably played by her father, but Yurial had made it her own.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because, as he insists, the worldâor at least the mainlandâis getting smaller. The goblinkin activity in the south has bunched up the northern empires, kingdoms, and port cities. The populations there have increased, so trade and travel have become more important. It's hard enough to work out those things without the mystery of who betrayed who at the Battle of Fell's Keep standing in the way.”
Yurial nodded. “I agree with that.”
“As do I,” Juhg said.
“But what brings you here to Deldal's Mills?”
“Grandmagister Lamplighter left a book at the Vault of All Known Knowledge detailing his search for the traitor. I finished translating the code only a few days ago. At the end of that book, he left a clue to the location of the second book.”
“There are two books?”
“There are three in all,” Juhg said.
“Is the third with the second?”
“I don't know.”
Yurial thought for a moment. Her quick mind instantly provided an answer to the question she hadn't even asked. “You came here to see me because you think I know the location of the second book.”
“Because Grandmagister Lamplighter said Minstrel Ordal did.”
Yurial shook her head. “He never gave me a book. Or my da. We helped Wick find a couple.”
“Actually,” Juhg said, “the Grandmagister said asking Minstrel Ordal a question would unveil the location of the second book.”
“What's the question?”
A wave of nervousness passed through Juhg. The Grandmagister had been referring to Yurial's da, a man who had dealings with Edgewick Lamplighter on a personal level, swapping stories and humor and songs. Even though one Minstrel Ordal passed on all his knowledge to his apprentice, that didn't mean everything was handed down.
“The question is, âWhat rides in on four legs, stands on two legs, and stumbles away on three legs'? I thought at first it might refer to the ages of a man. Crawling on four legs as a babe, walking as a man, then with the aid of a staff when he's bent with age.”
Yurial smiled. “That's a good guess. Except it doesn't explain the bit about riding. Babes don't necessarily ride on four legs.”
“Do you know the answer?”
“Of course I do. It's an easy question to answer if you knew Wick and my da.”
“It escaped me.”
Yurial stood and slung her pack and harp once more. “Come with me and you'll get your answer. Let's take care of Ganik's horses first. They look sad standing tethered outside.”
“We don't need them?” Raisho asked.
“Not unless you intend to leave tonight.”
Thinking about the scarecrow they'd encountered in the forest, Juhg shook his head. “We'll take rooms here tonight.”
“You're welcome to stay at my home.” Yurial looked at the sailors, who were also getting to their feet. “Of course, it will be crowded.”
“We'll be fine here.” Despite her status as Minstrel Ordal and the respect she had in the community as such, she had only a small house and was of modest means.
Together, after reassuring Fhiel they would return for supper, they departed.
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Later, after the horses had been safely moved to the livery, Yurial led them through Deldal's Mills, through the shops and trade stores. Farther back, following a winding path between some of the older buildings in the town, they reached a small building that Juhg remembered.
It was three stories tall and narrow, a seeming clapboard building that was part shop and part residence. Though old, it had stood the test of time and looked solid enough to stand for several more years. Lights burned in the first floor.
An empty pottery jug painted with a sunburst (even though in the darkness that had fallen over Deldal's Mills Juhg couldn't see it) hung from the chain over the front door. It was the only advertisement, and it was all that was needed.
Evarch's Winery and Spirits was a legend along the Shattered Coast.
“I should have remembered Evarch's,” Juhg said.
“You had a lot on your mind,” Yurial told him as they walked up the tall wooden steps to the vintner's. She knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” an irritable voice demanded from within.
“Minstrel Ordal,” Yurial answered, “Grandmagister Juhg, and friends.”
“Go away. It's late.”
“I know it's late, Evarch. I wouldn't be here if it weren't important. Come on. Open up.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Grandmagister Juhg is here.”
“I heard you the first time. He canâ” Evarch caught himself. “Did you say Grandmagister
Juhg
?”
“I did.”
A moment passed as a shadow appeared on the curtained window. Locks ratcheted. Then the door opened. Evarch stuck his head out. Moonslight gleamed on his gray hair and beard. His leathery face was seamed with wrinkles.
“What happened to Wick?” Evarch demanded. “You didn't go and let something bad happen to him, did you?”
“No,” Juhg answered. “Grandmagister Lamplighter is off on an adventure.”
“Another one, huh?” Evarch shook his shaggy head. “I swear, Wick has never acted like any halfer I've ever known.” He narrowed his eyes at Juhg. “You neither.”
Juhg didn't know how to respond to that so he didn't.
“I suppose you're to blame for the interruption to my evening,” Evarch accused.
“I am,” Juhg admitted. “Grandmagister Lamplighter told me to come see you.”
“He did, did he?” Interest flickered in the old man's eyes then. “Before he left?”
“The Grandmagister left the Library eight years ago. I was working on a book he'd written. There was a passage in there that sent me to Minstrel Ordal.”
“Then to me?”
“Yes.”
Evarch scratched his chin. “How did you come to me?”
“The Grandmagister sent me.”
“Yes, I understand that. But how did you get the message? Did he just tell you to come see me? And you waited eight years to get around to it?”
“No.”
“Because I can see that happening with you halfers. Dwarves and elves, too. You act like you have all the time in the world. But there are those of us who count days more dearly.”
“It was in the passage in the book,” Juhg said.
“What book?”
“One of Grandmagister Lamplighter's journals about the Battle of Fell's Keep.”
“When he went seeking Master Blacksmith Oskarr's battle-axe Boneslicer in the Cinder Clouds Islands?”
Juhg nodded.
“What did this passage say?” Evarch asked.
“I was to find Minstrel Ordal and ask himâ”
“Not a
him
this time around,” Evarch said.
“âand ask
her
the answer to the following question, âWhat rides in on four legs, stands on two legs, and stumbles away on three legs?'”
“You should have known the answer to that,” Evarch said. “Without Minstrel Ordal's help. Then again, you never had the same interest in razalistynberry wine that your teacher did.”
“No.”
“Still not as interested?”
Juhg shook his head. “Sorry.” He'd never developed a taste for wine or pipeweed.
“Oh spare me from the uncultured palate. At least Minstrel Ordal was able to guide you to my door. The answer to your teacher's question is obvious. A thirsty man rides up on his horse's four legs to Evarch's Wine and Spirits, stands on his own two legs while he drinks his fill, then stumbles back using every lamppost along the way as his third leg.”
It made sense to Juhg, but he knew he wouldn't have gotten the answer without Yurial's help.
Well, I might have even if Yurial hadn't been here
, he told himself.
Knowing the answer was in Deldal's Mills might have been enough. Once I'd started thinking clearly
.
“If that riddle led you here,” Evarch said, “then you've come about the book.”
“The second book of the trilogy?” Juhg asked.
“I don't know anything about that.” Evarch stepped back and waved them into his house. “Years ago, Wick delivered a book to me for safekeeping and told me that one day his apprentice would show up for it. He claimed that only his apprentice would be able to read it.”