The Wyvern's Spur - Kate Novak [119]
"You're sure you feel up to riding? You look a little flushed," Frefford teased.
"You don't understand," she said. "This is serious. There's a wizard, Flattery. He killed your Uncle Drone. He'll kill Giogi to get the spur from him. He doesn't even want Giogi visiting the Temple of Selune to find out anything about it."
"Once Giogi has the spur, I don't think anyone will be able to take it from him," Frefford said calmly. "It will be a simple matter for him to bring this Flattery to justice. As for the Temple of Selune-Giogi's already there by now. You could join him. Mother Lleddew serves a lovely tea in the open air."
Frefford pointed northwest over the fields. "The temple's on Spring Hill-that big hill there. There's a shortcut to the west side of town if you follow the footpath down the north slope of this hill instead of the road into town," Frefford explained. "The road to the temple comes before the road to the graveyard."
A stableboy, leading a chestnut mare with a black snip, approached Frefford. His Lordship helped the mage into the sidesaddle and handed her the reins. "It's a nice day for a ride, but you'd better hurry before Aunt Dorath gets down here," he said and smacked the horse into a trot.
Cat bounced out of the castle's front gate feeling nauseated. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been on a horse. Before she'd been kidnapped in Zhentil Keep, she guessed. Has riding unsettled me this much before? she wondered.
Once outside the castle walls, Cat followed the path that Frefford had recommended. From the hillside, she could look out across most of the Wyvernspur lands. A dark gray cloud loomed over Spring Hill. Huge birds of death circled beneath the cloud.
Vultures in for the kill, Cat thought, her queasy stomach turning to ice.
Fearing she might already be too late, Cat urged her horse into a canter, but the sensation of being unbalanced as the beast sped down the hill was too unpleasant. She slowed the horse to a walk. Her heart was pounding hard, but she still didn't know what she was going to do.
Ruskettle lied about the amulet of protection. Flattery could be watching me this very moment. I could take him the spur, but if Ruskettle did tell the truth about seeing a dark crystal being stolen from Flattery's pocket, he has nothing to offer me- except my miserable life.
If I take the spur to Giogi, though, can he really use it to defeat Flattery? Or, if not, can he at least weaken Flattery enough to give me an opportunity to search for the memory crystal in case Flattery does still have it?
An eerie keening wafted across the fields. Cat looked up at Spring Hill. A brilliant white light flickered at the top. A moment later, a shimmering fog rolled down from the hilltop. Cat kept her eyes on the hilltop, still letting her horse plod along. When she saw the bolt of white light shoot from the hilltop, though, her fear for Giogi outweighed her fear of falling off the horse. She kicked it into a trot, and then into a gallop.
*****
Olive held the brake just enough to keep the carriage from passing out of the shimmering fog, taking advantage of the protection it offered them. Undead lay on either side of the road, unmoving. The fog stopped at the bottom of the hill.
The carriage squelched through the field road. Olive spotted a large brown bear clawing at something out in the tall grass, but she had no desire to investigate any closer. She presumed it was one of Mother Lleddew's chums taking care of an undead creature that had managed to escape the fog.
Olive looked over at Giogi with concern. He was leaning back with his eyes closed. He was pale and bruised and bleeding. "You don't look so good," she said. She tied the reins up, letting the horses set their own pace down the road, and turned to check the nobleman's wounds.
"I don't think I was cut out to be an adventurer" Giogi muttered. "It hurts too much."
Olive laughed. "But you were great," she insisted. She sliced a piece off the bottom of his cape, folded it up, and pressed it against