Fistandantilus Reborn - Douglas Niles [121]
Foryth Teel nodded confidently. “I’ve been thinking about that, and I have an idea. But first, tell me: Was your ancestor a silversmith in Haven, and did he wear that belt of yours when he faced a wizard in battle?”
“That was the family legend, yes.”
“I think Fistandantilus arranged to store himself in a metal object, and that belt buckle was handy when his original host-a black-robed mage named Whastryk- was killed. That spirit of the archmage must have been stored in the silver, dormant for centuries.
“Then, after the violence of Skullcap, Fistandantilus survived in another, undead, form. That was the lich. When the spiritual essence was exorcised from our kender friend, it entered the skull and created that creature. But at the same time it split, torn in two by the ancient spell stored in your silver buckle.
“The two wizards were perhaps the only beings on Krynn powerful enough to defeat each other. Fortunately competition between them was inevitable, since they both needed the same artifact. And that battle insured their mutual destruction.”
Another rumble shook the cavern, and a great section of the roof collapsed, nearly crushing them all. The three humans ducked, covering their heads against splintering shards of stone.
The vortex, the window to the planes, continued to whirl before the trio. The hourglass still stood beneath it, and there had been no appreciable change in the level of the dust trickling through its narrow neck.
“You two should go as well. Chase after Emilo, or take your own road.
This portal is the only safe way out of here. Leave while you still can!”
“What about you?” Mirabeth asked insistently.
“I will stay. It is essential that I record the events of the last days-“
“I know… for history,” Dan interjected. “But can’t you come with us and write somewhere else where it’s safe?”
“I think if one of us goes through that window, he won’t be coming back here. But there will be new worlds, new adventures waiting, and both of you are well prepared to face those.”
“But you’ll die here!”
“Perhaps… if my god wants me to. If not, I’ll live- and write.”
Nightmare whinnied loudly, rearing as another jolt rocked the cavern.
On the other side of the horse, the gray-robed man came forward, standing and watching with an expression of serene patience.
And Danyal understood that Foryth Teel would be all right.
“The window won’t last much longer. Go!” cried the historian, and this time the lad agreed. He clasped Foryth in a quick hug and waited as Mirabeth did the same, then joined the lass in scrambling onto the back of the prancing horse.
As tremors shook the floor underfoot, the window of space seemed to waver. Mirabeth put her heels to the mare’s flanks. With a powerful leap, Nighmare bolted forward, and they were through-gone into the whirling mists of time and space.
In another instant the chaos vanished. Danyal and Mirabeth found themselves on a roadway, a well-paved path of smooth stones. The lad looked over his shoulder immediately, but there was no sign of the magical window behind them.
Nightmare advanced at an easy walk, approaching a wide ford across a clear stream. A castle more beautiful than any they had ever seen rose on the far side of the river. Silver towers rose into the sky, and banners of multiple bright hues fluttered and glowed in the springlike breeze.
“Let’s go see who lives there,” said the lad, gently nudging the mare into the shallow ford.
Epilogue
To His Excellency Astinus,
Lorekeeper of Krynn Excellency, as you have requested, I have tried to recall my specific impressions as the matter of the skull and stone came to a head.
The two young humans departed, and I saw them riding into a pastoral realm. Both orphans, they left little behind, and I knew they would prosper there. The knowledge gave me some comfort as the mountain continued to shudder around me. The kender I never saw again, but I presume that he fared well. He had much of the survivor about him and was at least freed