The Last Ring-bearer - Kirill Yeskov [65]
The merchant was an amateur, so when the robbers threw a rope over a sturdy branch, he committed a gaffe of monumental proportions by claiming to be a King's man. What did he expect to accomplish? The night assassins only traded puzzled looks: their experience suggested that the King's men were just as mortal as all others, provided they were hanged properly. The one who was fashioning the noose observed drily that espionage was not a game of darts at the Red Deer, when only a couple of beers are at stake. Strictly speaking, he further observed while carefully tying a 'pirate's knot' in full view of the victim, the merchant was lucky. A failed spy usually doesn't rate such a quick and relatively painless death; it's his good fortune that he's only a courier and knows nothing about the rest of the organization… At that, the unfortunate grocer failed to hold either his bodily wastes or whatever he knew; as Grager's men supposed, he knew quite a lot.
The 'robbers' traded satisfied glances: they have done their job flawlessly. The leader led a horse out from behind a bush, gave a couple of curt orders and galloped away: Blackbird Hamlet has been waiting for this bit of silk for a long time. One of the others gave the shaking prisoner a look that was far from admiring and pushed his discarded clothing towards him with his boot: "Over there, behind the trees, is a little stream. Go clean yourself up and get dressed – you're coming with us. I'm sure you can imagine what's gonna happen if your White Company buddies catch up with you."
…The cipher used to encode the message was surprisingly simple. Upon discovering seven instances of a rare G rune in a short letter, Tangorn and Grager understood immediately that they were dealing with a so-called direct substitution, where one rune is always replaced with only one other throughout the text. Typically, a predetermined number is added to the number of all fifty-eight runes constituting the Kertar Daeron; for example, if the step is ten, Y (number 11) replaces X (number 1), A (number 7) replaces q (number 55), and so on. This cipher is so primitive that in the South it is used, at most, to encode secret love letters. Having figured out the step on the second try – fourteen, the date of the message – Grager cursed elaborately, reckoning it an attempt at disinformation.
The message was anything but disinformation, though. In it, one Cheetah, captain of His Majesty's Secret Guard, was informing his 'colleague Grager' that their game had reached an impasse. Certainly Grager could roll up his intelligence network outside the fort and impede communications with Minas Tirith; however, this would not advance his ultimate goal even a little bit. Would it not make sense for the two of them to meet, either in Emyn Arnen (with safe conduct guarantees) or in one of the hamlets of the Baron's choosing?
Chapter 26
Ithilien, Emyn Arnen
Night of May 14, 3019
"Listen, so you say that Princess Allandale didn't really exist, that this Alrufin dreamed her up…" Éowyn was sitting in the armchair with her feet up, her slender fingers intertwined over her knees and a funny frown on her face. The prince smiled and, perching on the arm, tried and failed to smooth out the frown with his lips.
"No, Far, wait, I do mean it. She's alive, you see – really alive! When she dies to save her friend, I want to cry, as if I had lost a friend for real… See, those sagas about ancient heroes are also great, but they're different, very different. All those Gil-galads and Isildurs, they're like… like stone statues, you understand? One can worship them, but that's it, while the Princess – she's weak, she's warm, you can love her… Am I making sense?"
"Plenty, honey. I think that Alrufin would have loved to hear you say this."
"Allandale must've lived in the beginning of the Third Age. No one but a few chroniclers even knows the names of the konungs who ruled Rohan back then; so who's