Thornhold - Elaine Cunningham [86]
“So, what do you propose that the Harpers do?” Danilo prodded.
“You are not going to like my suggestion,” the archmage warned him, “but listen to my concerns, and weigh them well. Hronulf of Tyr was one of the men slain. Lost with him was an artifact, a ring of considerable and mysterious power. We must get it back.”
“There is that ‘we’ again,” the young man said in a voice heavy with foreboding.
Khelben’s smile was grim and fleeting. “This task will not fall to you. There is one better suited for it.”
“Bronwyn, I suppose.”
“Who better? She has demonstrated great skill in searching out artifacts. And what she does not know of her heritage this day, she will soon find out. It is only prudent to bind her to the Harpers’ service in this matter.”
Danilo was more than a little unhappy about this turn of events. “This task would put her in great danger”
“Is that so different from many other assignments she has willingly taken?”
There was truth in that, yet Danilo still scoured his wits for a compelling argument against this plan. Then it occurred to him that Bronwyn might already possess this ring. If she had managed to see her father, perhaps he had passed it on to her It was a possibility that bore looking into. If that were the case, Danilo could conceive of nothing important enough to warrant taking from Bronwyn the only family treasure she had ever possessed or was ever likely to possess.
“Bronwyn will do as you direct,” Danilo said, letting a bit of anger creep into his voice. “She always has. But why is this ring so important that you consider its worth above hers?”
“I didn’t say that,” Khelben cautioned him. “Finding the rings and keeping them safely away from those who wish to use their power is the only course that will guarantee Bronwyn’s safety. As long as the rings are obtainable, any descendant of Samular is a much-desired commodity.”
Danilo reached for the pitcher of ale and poured himself a mug. “Uncle, do not send me out blind. There has been too much of that, and I won’t be party to it any longer Tell me plainly what these rings do.”
“Some old tales say-”
“Let us dispense with prevarication,” the bard cut in impatiently. “What do they do?”
Khelben tugged at the silver hoop in his ear, a sure sign that he was ill at ease. “I do not know,” he admitted. “When the three rings are combined, they produce a powerful effect that is, unfortunately, unknown to me. The wizard who created them on behalf of Samular and his knights was not inclined to share his secrets.”
Aha, Danilo thought. Some of Khelben’s earlier comments took on more meaning, when considered by this light. “An old rivalry, perhaps?”
The archmage merely shrugged. “Find the ring,” he repeated.
Danilo leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the ale. The beverage was flat and bitter He grimaced and set the mug down.
“That might prove difficult,” he said. “As I reported earlier this tenday, Bronwyn is away on business. My scouts have not found word of her in Daggersford, so it is possible that she had this story put about as a blind. My guess would be that she had another, deeper destination in mind.”
He spoke those words with heavy portent, deliberately misleading the archmage. Khelben scowled. “Skullport, again, eh? Well, check it out. Help her complete her business, so we can move on to the matter at hand.”
Danilo smiled, relieved to be able to speak whole truth at least once. “On that, Uncle, you may depend.”
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Ebenezer waited impatiently as Bronwyn held council with the aging human who kept the