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Richard Baker

Avenger

PROLOGUE

5 Nightal, the Year of the Heretics Rampage (1473 DR)

When Geran Hulmaster heard the distant strains of song drifting through the evening air like the snow falling lightly on his shoulders, he knew hed reached Myth Drannor. He could see nothing of the city yet, but he stopped on the old elven road that lay under the soft snow and stood listening, captivated by voices inhumanly pure and sweet lifted in ancient elven melodies. He knew only a few words of the Elvish tongue, but he felt the songs meaning in the deepest part of his heart. It was sad and beautiful and wise, a song about the winter sleep that had fallen over the land, a memory of the year that was fading and the longing for loved ones now far away and yet in the countermelody he heard celebration of the winters own beauty, the anticipation of spring soon to come, the hope for reunions long delayed. Snowflakes drifted silently down to coldly kiss his face and catch in his hair, and still he stood listening, heedless of the long chill that had crept into his limbs during days of travel from old Harrowdale into the heart of the elf kingdom. The city of the elves was near, and yet Geran could not bring himself to take another step for fear that he might lose the marvelous song that drifted faintly to his ears.

The dim golden glow of lanternlight in the winter sky waited ahead of him, as if the forest had somehow given way to a great hall pillared with slender silver trunks. Geran stood as quietly as the drowsing beeches in the gentle snow. He was a tall, lean man, twenty-five years of age, with raven-dark hair and eyes of steel gray, now half closed as he gave his full attention to the song. Beneath his weatherbeaten cloak and sodden hood, he wore a fine jacket of blue suede, a shirt of good Turmishan cotton, breeches of gray wool, and knee-high boots of chased Cormyrean leather-the clothing of a man of means, perhaps a noble born to rich estates or a merchant of great wealth. He was neither, having come by his fortune in a different fashion. Silver mail beneath his shirt glinted at his collar, and at his hip he wore a long sword enchanted in old Chondath five centuries earlier. It was the most valuable of the treasures hed won in five years of adventuring across the lands of the Inner Sea.

He might have stood mesmerized for hours, but a new sound grew behind him-a faint jingling of bells, and muffled hoofbeats. Geran realized that he was standing in the middle of the road, and managed to rouse himself enough to step aside for the carriage or sled that was approaching. In human lands a fast-driving coachman might not take any great pains to avoid running down a fool in his path. He doubted that the Fair Folk were that callous, but who could say what elves might or might not do? They were a strange people, and sometimes proved dangerous in unexpected ways. Hed met a few in his travels, including one hed come to regard as a comrade as true as any hed ever known. But even after years of traveling, fighting, drinking, and competing alongside Sonnelor in the Company of the Dragon Shield, hed hardly begun to glimpse the elfs depths. He liked to think that Sonnelor had regarded him as a friend, and perhaps not quite as foolish and shortsighted as most humans, but Geran still wasnt sure of it.

I suppose Ill never know now, he muttered aloud. Sonnelor was dead a year or more now, and Gerans journey to Myth Drannor was something of a farewell to his fallen comrade. Sonnelors kin had heard of his death many months before, but Geran thought that they deserved to hear the full story of the Dragon Shields last adventure and the part Sonnelor had played. More to the point, Geran owed it to Sonnelor-and to himself. Hed never said as much to Hamil or any of his other friends in Tantras, but some part of him simply wasnt satisfied to carry on with his own affairs and leave the Company of the Dragon Shield behind him forever, not until hed found a better way to say good-bye to those whod fallen.

He glimpsed a shadow of white and gray overtaking him along the road, and stepped a little farther out of the way. Beneath the softly falling snow, a sleigh of white wood pulled by a single dappled horse came into view. The horses harness was fixed with tiny silver bells, a merry sound as the animal pranced along the way. Two elves rode in the sleigh, a lord and lady draped in long robes against the chill of the evening. They were of the moon elf kindred, almost as pale as the snow themselves, with dark hair and dark eyes. Geran bowed politely as they approached, and waited for them to pass on by. But to his surprise, the elf woman drew up the reins and stopped the sleigh. He thought that her companion glanced sharply at her, perhaps annoyed, but he couldnt be sure.

Well met, stranger, the woman said. She spoke Common with a light, lilting accent, and looked much like a slender human girl not much more than eighteen or nineteen years in age. Of course, it was difficult indeed for a human to guess at an elfs age. She had a fine-featured face, bewitching violet eyes, and a dancers unconscious grace; Geran was smitten where he stood. Have you lost your way in the snow?

No, my lady, he answered. I only paused a moment to listen to the music.

She cocked her head to listen for a moment, and then laughed softly. Then you might be here for some time. That is the Miiraeth len Fhierren, the Song of Winters Turning, and it has only just begun. This is the longest night of the year, and it will not end until sunrise. Many would call you fortunate to hear it completely. But I imagine you would hear it much better if you paused somewhere a little closer.

Geran grimaced, wondering what sort of fool he looked like, standing out in the middle of the forest to catch the merest strain of an elven melody. The young womans companion smiled at him, almost as if he sensed how ridiculous Geran felt, but his eyes held a hint of wariness. Not all who roam these forests are friends, Alliere, he said. It might be wise to find out who this fellow is, and what he is doing on our doorstep. What is your business in Myth Drannor, sir?

Geran didnt care for the elfs manner, but it was a fair question. I am Geran Hulmaster of the family Hulmaster. I intend to call on House Ysfierre, since I knew a kinsman of theirs. He shrugged. After that Ive heard that the coronal sometimes takes skilled blades into her service. I thought I might offer mine, if shell have it.

Oh, youre one of those, then, the elf replied with a laugh. They seem to come from all corners of Faerun to lay their swords at Ilseveles feet, sometimes a dozen in a tenday. I regret to inform you that the Coronal Guard is adequately staffed at the moment. Youve most likely walked a long way for nothing.

Geran bit back the retort that leaped to his lips. He doubted that this elf would believe him if he claimed to be a little more seasoned or skilled than most rootless dreamers who came this way. Instead he looked over to the beautiful elf woman, and inclined his head. Not for nothing, he said evenly. Ive heard the Fair Folk singing the Miiraeth len Fhierren in the silver beeches of Cormanthor, and Im the richer for it.

She smiled, and unlike her companion, her smile was warm and merry. Well answered, Geran Hulmaster! Please, join us and allow me to drive you the rest of the way. I can see that youve had a long, cold journey, but at least we can ease the last mile for you. Tomorrow will bring what it brings.

Under most circumstances Geran would have declined, since it was clear to him that the womans companion preferred to have her company for himself. But the fellow had enjoyed a laugh at his expense twice now, and Geran was in no hurry to lose sight of the elf woman-Alliere, that was her name, he told himself. My thanks, dear lady, he said. Before he could change his mind, he climbed up into the sleigh and found a little space in the comfortable seat beside her, pointedly ignoring the flash of irritation that crossed her companions face. You are very kind.

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