Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (31 page)

“From head to toe, the fur of each of them had turned a snowy white.”

There was silence in the empty barn. Even Riona seemed cowed by the strength of Ember’s story. At last
Dougal said, “What of the Claw?”

“It was on the imperator,” said Ember. “He was in the city. There were a few attempts at salvage by the charr after the Foefire, but there were too many ghosts, and the city itself was declared off-limits. We had assumed that it had been destroyed.”

“Someone thinks otherwise,” said Kranxx. “Why else would the truce faction demand it, and Almorra think we could provide it?”

Gullik added, “It would be wherever this nameless imperator fell, then?”

Dougal scowled for a moment, then said, “It is in the royal treasury.”

All eyes turned to him and he continued: “On the back of Dak’s map there was a list. Gold, silver, tribute, and gifts from different lands. Suits of ornate armor. An inventory of the royal treasury. And at the bottom of it, the word ‘claw.’ That’s why I think it is there.”

“How would anyone know it was there, if it disappeared in the Foefire?” said Riona. Her earlier irritation had evaporated by this point.

“That I do not know,” said Dougal. “I suspect it was on another piece of parchment and transferred to the map later, perhaps by a group of salvagers that knew more legends than we did. If someone had uncovered the royal regalia of the treasury over the past two hundred years, whether they were charr or human, we would have heard of it.”

“As with the Claw,” said Riona.

“As with the Claw,” agreed Dougal. “It is a tenuous link, but the most likely one.”

“Mysteries upon mysteries,” yawned Gullik. “I know I have spent a hard night walking, and more in sight. Let us think more of this later, after a good sleep.”

Kranxx volunteered for the first watch. Dougal offered to join him. Riona didn’t say anything to him, but she was less frosty and more relaxed as she laid out her bedroll. The shock of the previous night had washed over her, Dougal decided, and she had come to terms with it. That did not surprise him. If Riona was anything, she was resilient.

Putting his back against one of the feed barn’s walls, Dougal pulled out the locket with Vala’s cameo. It felt warm and reassuring in the darkness. Dougal removed the Golem’s Eye as well and saw a warm red spark dancing at its heart. He wondered if he could use it to see the cameo.

“Is that what I think it is?” Kranxx was suddenly at his side. “How did you get your hands on a vintage ambient thaumaturgic construct like that? They don’t enchant them like that anymore.”

Dougal wanted to hide the gem, to keep it a secret. Yet, hadn’t keeping secrets done nothing but hurt him and the others? Slowly he held it up and let it catch the moonlight shining through the slots of the barn wall.

“I … recovered it,” Dougal said, “with Killeen’s help. From the tomb of an asura named Blimm.”

At the mention of Blimm’s name, Kranxx choked. Dougal smacked him on the back to help him clear his
throat.

“May I … see it?” said the asura, with the voice of a child asking for a third piece of candy.

Dougal’s mouth was a thin line, but hesitantly he handed the gem over.

The asura examined the gem closely. “It’s been deactivated,” he said. “That’s standby illumination in the heart. That is old magic, from just after my ancestors emerged on the surface.” The asura blinked at it, turned it over in his hands, whistled softly, then handed it back. Dougal noticed that Kranxx seemed to have the same problem returning it that he had had giving it.

“It did that automatically after we left the crypts beneath Divinity’s Reach,” said Dougal.

Kranxx grinned as Dougal pocketed the gem. “It’s an archaic spell matrix, but I think I know just how to recharge it. If you’re interested, of course.”

Dougal felt uncomfortable. The Golem’s Eye was a victory, messy and bought at a high price, but a victory nonetheless. And should everything go south, it would bring a pretty gold piece in Lion’s Arch, or even Rata Sum.

And the sudden avarice in Kranxx’s eye reminded him of Clagg.

“I think we have other things to worry about,” said Dougal, and, to his surprise, the asura did not argue or offer any retort. Instead he just nodded and crossed to the far side of the barn and sat by the other entrance.

Yet, through the rest of their watch, Dougal felt that the asura was watching him, not the outside world. And when, after a few uneventful hours, Ember and Gullik
took their watch, Dougal shifted the gem to another pocket, buttoned it, and then slept on that side for the rest of the evening.

It was almost morning when Dougal awoke, refreshed. His hand went to his pocket, but the gem was still there, and he cursed his own distrust. He looked around: Riona, Ember, and Kranxx were all asleep in the soft hay. Gullik was alone and awake by one of the barn doors.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Dougal asked.

Gullik shook his head. “Normally I sleep like Bear herself, but sleep was a prey I could not catch this evening.”

Dougal sat down next to the norn. Because of their difference in size, he felt like a child sitting with a parent.

“Thinking about Killeen?”

Gullik nodded.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Of course it is! If I had not charged into battle against that minion, we might have escaped from the Dragonbrand clean!”

“Or it might have run us down and killed us all.”

“I would like to believe you are right.”

Dougal thought about this for a moment, then spoke. “Gullik, you charge into battle. That’s who you are, and we all know it. Killeen, she stuck by her friends, and we all knew that too. What happened was inevitable.”

“You mean she had to die?”

“Not at all. I mean you had to fight the creature, and she had to help you.”

“And you had to join us too!”

Dougal smiled a bit at this, the first time he’d managed it since Killeen had been killed. “Apparently. Either way, you can’t fault yourself for being yourself. The rest of us don’t.”

Gullik let out a deep sigh. “It is a painful thing when friends perish. It is a worse thing when they die because of your choices.”

“I understand,” said Dougal. “And I’ve often thought that you should never adventure with people you like, because it is difficult to lose them. But having friends with you makes the journey so much better.”

The norn reached out and slapped Dougal on the back with a surprisingly soft blow. “You would make a good norn. And I don’t toss around such an honor without reason!”

Gullik’s loud voice woke the others up, and they pulled themselves awake. Already the sun was cresting the far horizon, throwing prison-bar shadows through the barn. They breakfasted on cold rations, and even Riona seemed the better for a good sleep.

“We should burrow in for the day,” said Riona. “It is too dangerous to be out in daylight.”

“No,” said Ember, and for once her voice was subdued, almost worried. “There will be herdsmen out for the cattle. I doubt there will be any patrols, but the charr are very good at reporting trespassers.”

“What do you recommend?” asked Dougal.

The charr took a deep breath and let the air out in a slow growl. “Gullik,” she said, “do you still have those manacles?”

Gullik smiled and said, “Of course! You gave them to me, and I have held them for you!”

Riona’s eyes went wide. “No,” she said. “No, that is not what’s going to happen.”

“I’m afraid so,” said Ember, hiding whatever delight she might be feeling behind a concerned exterior. “The only way you two humans can enter the Ascalon Basin is as my prisoners.”

You have to be kidding,” said Riona, flushing.

“I wish I were,” said Ember. “We have been fortunate so far, but we are moving into areas occupied by charr settlers, warbands, and small patrols. We can travel by day as a charr and her captured human renegades.”

Dougal nodded at the idea, but Riona said, “You cannot expect us to be unarmed and defenseless in the midst of charr territory.”

“Remind me,” said Gullik, “have we had this discussion before ? It seems oddly familiar.”

“Give me a moment,” said Dougal, and steered Riona away from the others. She resisted stiffly but finally went with him. “You realize you sound like Ember when we were in Ebonhawke.”

“And look how well that turned out,” said Riona hotly.

“But she’s right. And you asked me a while back if I trust her. I do, and you should as well.”

“It’s not
her
I’m suddenly doubting.” She looked accusingly into his eyes. Despite himself, Dougal turned away, shamed and silenced.

“Here is what I need to know,” she said. “What you
said back on the battlements of Ebonhawke. You promised. Did you mean it? Will you help me get the Claw?”

Dougal felt his face grow hot. “Of course. Yes. I meant it. We will get the Claw of the Khan-Ur.”

“All right, then,” she said, and walked over to Ember, now holding the chains. She held her wrists up to be shackled. “Let’s do this and get on the road.”

In the end, the chained manacles, originally fitted for the charr’s wrists, were too large for the humans. Kranxx rearranged the metal cuffs and chains, fitting one wrist manacle around Riona’s neck and one around Dougal’s, and settled for loose ropes around their wrists. The third large cuff, which had been fitted for the charr’s neck, Ember handed to the norn.

“You are their keeper,” said Ember. “Norn mercenaries are common enough. No one will question why a charr is using a norn to keep an eye on prisoners.”

“And how do you explain me, perched on his shoulder?” said Kranxx.

“You’ll be walking, I’m afraid,” said Ember. “And pull out that lightning rod of yours.”

“It’s nonfunctional,” said the asura. “The metaspell solenoids are shot.”

“Then don’t tell anyone that,” said Ember. “Just threaten our prisoners with it and look superior.”

“That I can do,” said Kranxx.

“Please don’t try to enjoy this,” said Riona through gritted teeth.

“I promise to try,” said Ember as Gullik put the humans’ weapons into his satchel. Dougal hated to lose the sword, but Ember left him his locket and the
Golem’s Eye. And, most importantly, his lock picks.

Ember took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, then led their contingent out into the day.

The early going was as it had been the previous night: rolling fields interrupted by fenced paddocks. Dougal now saw that the fences were topped with sawtooth shards of metal, and was glad they had not stumbled into one of them. There were more herds of cattle, and clusters of larger, furrier creatures. Dolyaks. When they intruded on their fields, the dolyaks retreated into tight circular formations, their horns turned outward.

After about a mile, they reached a more established path, heading generally east to west. Ember turned the group west and their time improved.

Then, cresting a rise, they encountered another group of charr. Despite himself, Dougal almost stumbled in his chains, and Gullik shot him a stern, withering look.

There were only about ten of them, merchants and guards clustered around a single heavily laden wagon drawn by a tired-looking dolyak. At the sight of the group with the human prisoners, the charr visibly reacted, some reaching for their weapons. Ember saluted them and marched past, a somber, superior Gullik in her wake with the humans and Kranxx bringing up the rear.

Dougal tried to keep his head down but hazarded a glance at the charr as they passed. Some looked at them with curiosity, some with surprise, and a very few with open hostility, their lips curled back in anger.
Dougal put his head back down and concentrated on the ground in front of them whenever they came upon another group.

The path gathered trails from other sides and became more of a road now, with two well-worn wagon ruts and a high, grassy crest in the middle. They passed more merchants and farmers as well, in ones or twos. The farmers or ranchers or civilians stood aside as Ember brought her group through, and mutters and whispers followed them.

They themselves stood aside when a Blood Legion warband marched up the road. Ember saluted again and the front ranks returned her salute, but no one stopped to question them. In the back ranks, a couple charr, male and female alike, thumped their chests and roared as they passed the humans, and then laughed with their fellows.

About midday they reached a crossroad set up with a ring of fully manned war wagons. Ember halted them a hundred feet from the perimeter and said to Gullik in a loud voice, “You two watch the prisoners. I need to eat. I may bring you something back.” Then she set off, the norn pulling Riona and Dougal to one side. Kranxx took up a position nearby with his inoperative lightning wand.

“I swear,” said Riona softly, “that she is enjoying all this.”

Dougal shook his head. “She is worried, just like you were, back in Ebonhawke. Everything rests on her. One false move and we are all done.”

A few more charr passed them, most of them
scowling. Gullik scowled back. No one gave them any trouble, and after about ten minutes Ember returned with a satchel. She fished out a prodigious slab of beef for the Norn, smaller slices and rolls for the humans and asura.