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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] things. He saw that the old King was weakening, aging more quickly, sick from ailments which could not be cured. He knew that the boy would be King after his father was gone, and he wanted control of the boy. Michel was his name. Michel Ard Rhi." He cocked his head. "Michel had never demonstrated much character, even before he began spending all his study time with Meeks. But after my half-brother got his hands on him, he became a thoroughly despicable lad in no time at all. He was cruel and mean-spirited. He took great delight in tormenting everyone and everything. He was obsessed with the magic Meeks employed and he begged after it as would a hungry man for food. Meeks used the magic to win the boy over and then finally to subvert him altogether." "Delightful," Ben observed. "So what has this got to do with the bottle, Questor?" "Well." Questor had assumed his best professorial look. "One of the toys that Meeks gave to Michel to use was the bottle. Michel was allowed to summon the Darkling and order him about. The demon was extremely dangerous, you understand, but not if one appreciated his uses. My half-brother understood enough to keep the creature under control, and Michel's play presented no real threat to him. Michel used the Darkling in quite frightful ways often in terrible games with animals. It was during one of these uses that Abernathy lost patience with the boy and thrashed him, and I was then forced to change my good friend from a man to a dog in order that he not be harmed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "It was shortly after that the old King saw what was happening to the boy and ordered all tutoring to stop. Meeks was forbidden to engage in magic thereafter when the boy was about. All the boy's magic things were ordered destroyed the bottle, in particular." "But that didn't happen, obviously," Ben interjected. Questor shook his head. "The old King was weak, but he was still protected by the Paladin. Meeks was not about to challenge him. My half-brother was content to wait for the old man to die. He was already planning his future with the boy, already planning to abandon Landover for other worlds. Time would eventually give him everything, he believed. On the other hand, he was not about to give up the bottle certainly not about to let it be destroyed. But he couldn't simply hide it; the old King might learn of his deception. And even if he did, he couldn't convey the magic out of Landover when he left, in any case; the natural law of things would not permit it. What was he to do, then?" Questor paused as if expecting an answer. When he failed to get one, he bent forward conspiratorially and whispered, "What he did was to order the Darkling to convey himselfand his bottle out of Landover to a place where both would remain hidden until my half-brother came for them once more. Very ingenious." Ben frowned impatiently. "Questor, what does all this have to do with the price of apples and oranges?" Questor looked befuddled. "What about the bottle?" Ben snapped. Questor grimaced and held up his hands imploringly. "My half-brother promised it to the boy. That bottle was the boy's favorite possession. My half-brother assured Michel that his bottle would not be destroyed. He said they would recover it later, after the death of the old King, after they had taken up residence in another land and begun selling kingships to Landover. It was to be their secret." He shrugged. "I would have informed the old King, of course, had I known. But I did not learn of all this until later when the old King was gone. That was when Meeks first chose to tell me about it." "Hetold you about it?" Ben was appalled. Questor looked mortified. "Yes, High Lord. There was no reason not to. There was nothing I could do about the matter. My half-brother was quite proud of himself, and his pride insisted that he share his satisfaction in his accomplishments with someone. I was always his first choice when it came time to bestow such honors." Ben was thinking. Questor glanced at him nervously. "I regret that it took me until now to remember all this, High Lord. I realize I should have remembered sooner. But it has been over twenty years, and the bottle simply didn't recall itself to my memory until..." "Wait a minute!" Ben cut him short. "Whatabout the bottle? What happened to it?" "What happened to it?" Questor repeated. "Yes. That was the question. What happened to it?" Questor looked as if he wanted to disappear into himself. "My half-brother retrieved it and gave it back to Michel." "Gave it back..." Ben stopped, horrified. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "Well, there was no reason not to give it back, you see," Questor tried to explain. "My half-brother had made the boy a promise, you remember. There was little danger in keeping it. They were in a new world, and the magic of the bottle was considerably diminished by the fact that not much of anyone in that world believed in or practiced magic. It was relatively harmless there, and..." "Wait a minute!" Ben interrupted. "We're talking about my world!" "Your old world, yes..." "My world! The bottle was in my world! You said...! That means...!" Ben was beside himself. He took a quick breath. "Your errant magic worked an exchange, didn't it? That was what you said, wasn't it? And if the magic brought the bottlehere, it must have sent Abernathythere What in the hell have you done, Questor? You've sent Abernathy to my world! Worse, you've sent him to this nut Michel, haven't you?" Questor nodded dismally. "Along with my medallion, damn it, so that now I can't even get back into my world to help him!" Questor cringed. "Yes, High Lord." Ben sat back without a word, glanced at Willow, then glanced at the kobolds. No one said anything. The room was still, the sounds of the night distant whispers. Ben wondered why these things always seemed to happen to him. "We have to get the bottle back," he said finally. He looked at Questor. "And when we do, you had better find a way to exchange it back again for Abernathy!" The wizard's face screwed into a knot. "I will do my best, High Lord." Ben shook his head hopelessly. "Whatever." He stood up. "Well, we can't do much until sunrise. It's too dark out there to try to track down those confounded gnomes now. Even Bunion would have trouble. Hardly any light at all clouded over, no moon. Damn the luck!" He strode to the windows and back [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |