Cormyr_ a novel - Ed Greenwood [160]
King Pryntaler examined the creature. "A magical device?"
Jorunhast nodded. "One not normally found in the wilderness of Cormyr. Someone put this here to ambush you…"
The king snarled, "The Sembians! I swear this means war!"
"Yes and no," said Jorunhast. "Yes, it probably was the Sembians, or at least one of the merchants. But, no, I don't think it means war. They saw this creature as a tool to be used to solve the border dispute. Let us use it to the same purpose."
The king looked hard and long at the wizard, then nodded. Now the would-be rescuers were spilling down along the shore. The king turned and barked orders for the healers to attend the fallen Crownsilvers and left Jorunhast to examine his prize.
The mage hummed to himself as be peered at the creature, exclaiming as he found small additional latches and hidden panels. He called for the four strongest of the knights to remove their armor and be ready for some heavy lifting.
In the morning, the Sembians were already gathered at the purple and black pavilion, waiting and asking in thirty-second intervals what the time was. The Cormyreans arrived late, to five scowling faces.
His Majesty King Pryntaler, by contrast, was all smiles. If he had spent the previous evening battling for his life, he did not show it.
"You are late," said Kodlos gloomily, as if the king were a clerk sneaking past the noon bell. "Yesterday you spoke of our lack of respect to your claims, and now-"
"Not late… merely delayed," said the king, beaming as he interrupted the leader of the Sembian merchants. Kodlos blinked twice, and Pryntaler waved back at the entrance.
Two of the noble knights of Cormyr were wrestling a low, wheeled cart into the pavilion. On the cart stood a large object shrouded in a great swath of fabric. At one side of the cart walked Jorunhast, a contented grin plastered on his face. The merchants exchanged curious glances.
Pryntaler continued, not giving the Sembians the opportunity to respond. "Last night I went for a walk, to consider your offers and viewpoints. While I was doing so, I came across this in an abandoned orchard not far from here."
The king nodded. Jorunbast took hold of a corner of the fabric shroud and hauled it aside with a flourish, revealing the golden gorgon he'd first seen the night before.
Four Sembians leaned forward curiously at the sight of the golden bull. One, the ever quiet Jollitha Par leaned backward, his face turning an ashen gray.
Jorunhast called, "This is a wondrous creation, some sort of clockwork guard, apparently unaffected by the ages. But we do not know what it is. It-"
Old Bennesey, the scholar, interrupted just as rudely as he had for the last three days. "It is an abraxus, mage. These were automatons, created by Chondathan mages, but they could be used by anyone. They were usually activated by an unwilling human sacrifice and served as both guards and assassins…" Finally his brain caught up with his tongue and tripped up his flow of words. He stammered, looked at Jollitha Par, then stammered again.
Pryntaler broke in. "Chondathan, you say? Well, that would explain your knowing about it. I think this must have been an old guard for Sembia's Chondathan borders. Jorunhast, have you found out how to operate the creature?"
The mage bowed low. "I believe that there is a latch along the spine here."
Jollitha Par started as if he had been set on fire. "That will not be necessary!" he protested, his voice rising along the scale with every word spoken.
His Sembian fellows-or at least, Kodlos, Homfast and Lady Threnka-turned their heads slowly to stare at the spiderlike Jollitha. This was the first time the quiet merchant had spoken aloud, and it was as if the golden abraxus had suddenly broken into song.
Pryntaler went on. "I note that learned Bennesey, here, referred to this as a guard. If this is left over from the era of the Chondathians, it could be said that the original settlers of your country recognized the Thunder Peaks as the border between our lands."