“And the storytelling should be cut short,” said Bregnest. “We will be called before King Osrik soon.”
The dwarfs who had brought the food bowed to the company and swiftly departed. Alex noticed a few of them glanced back at him as they left, but he didn’t let their glances trouble him.
“Why am I so interesting to them?” Alex asked as Thrang took a seat beside him. “Are wizards really so rare?”
“There have never been many wizards,” answered Thrang, filling his plate with waffles and bacon. “And few wizards have ever visited the dwarf realm of Vargland.”
“I hope I won’t disappoint your friends,” said Alex, smiling at Thrang while elbowing Skeld in the ribs.
Skeld choked on some eggs, coughing too much to say anything back. The rest of the company laughed at Alex and Skeld before attacking their own breakfasts. The dwarf food was not as grand as the food in Techen or at the White Tower, but it was good just the same.
As they finished, Bregnest stood and spoke. “When we meet with the king, remember not to speak of our final goal.”
“It’s likely Osrik has already guessed our quest,” commented Thrang. “However, you are correct, none of us should speak openly of our final destination.”
The company agreed that, if anyone asked, they would direct the question to Bregnest. Then, as they had done at the White Tower, they each placed their weapons and magic bags on their beds, waiting for the king’s summons. Alex started to feel nervous again, wondering what Osrik might say about his being an untrained wizard, when Thrain appeared at the chamber door.
“You have been called to the counsel of King Osrik,” said Thrain in as commanding a voice as he could manage. “I am to lead you to the king.”
“Lead on,” replied Bregnest with a formal bow to Thrain.
Thrain blushed, as he seemed to do every time Bregnest bowed to him. He led the company through the city, walking slightly in front of them and trying to look official. He didn’t speak to them as they walked, though Alex could see it was a struggle for him to stay quiet. They followed Thrain back to the king’s hall. Nine large chairs had been placed in a circle at the foot of the stone pedestal and Osrik was waiting for them in one of the chairs.
“I thought we should all be comfortable,” said Osrik as the company approached. “It’s such a bother talking to people from the throne. This seems so much friendlier.”
“Your kindness overwhelms us, great king,” answered Bregnest as the entire company bowed.
“A kindness to you, or to me?” Osrik replied, a playful grin on his face. “But come and join me, we have much to discuss.”
Osrik directed each of the company to a chair, calling them by name one at a time. Bregnest sat to the king’s left, while Thrang was again on Osrik’s right. Alex sat between Thrang and Halfdan, which seemed to please both dwarfs very much.
“You have traveled far and through dangerous lands,” Osrik began, looking at Bregnest. “Will you tell me the story of your journey?”
“Perhaps your kinsman would be best at telling the story,” Bregnest replied, looking at Thrang. “I am sure he will know which points will interest you much better than I would.”
“You speak well, Master Bregnest,” said Osrik, still smiling. “Thrang, will you tell this tale?”
“As you command, Lord Osrik,” replied Thrang, standing and bowing to both Osrik and Bregnest.
Thrang began with the gathering of the company. He explained to Osrik how each member had been chosen and asked to join the adventure. Osrik nodded as Thrang spoke, but asked no questions.
When Thrang told Osrik about how Alex became the eighth man, Alex listened closely. It appeared that his joining the company had not been as big a chance as he had thought. Thrang and Arconn had gone to Mr. Clutter’s shop on the advice of an oracle, which came as a surprise to Alex. Thrang also told Osrik about the sign in the adventurer’s shop, and how Alex had applied to join the adventure without knowing what he was doing. Osrik laughed at this but said nothing. Then Thrang told how, to everyone’s surprise, Alex had been told he could use a staff.
“A wise choice I would say,” Osrik observed, glancing at Alex. “Or perhaps a lucky chance.”
Alex was sure the story of his being an untrained wizard had already reached Osrik, and he smiled weakly at Osrik’s words.
Thrang continued the story, including the first time Alex had used the inferno command and nearly set his beard on fire. When he told how Alex had defeated the three-legged troll, Osrik chuckled to himself and Alex turned pink.
“These seven bags you recovered, do you carry them with you?” Osrik questioned, glancing at Alex and then at Bregnest.
“Indeed, yes,” answered Thrang. “Master Taylor carries the burden of the seven.”
Osrik nodded thoughtfully and motioned for Thrang to continue the story.
Thrang told of the Oracle’s invitation and how Iownan had named Alex a friend. He told of the discovery of Alex’s magical sword, Moon Slayer.
Alex squirmed slightly in his chair, embarrassed because his own part of the story seemed very impressive the way Thrang told it.
When Thrang told Osrik about Alex’s sudden magical change during the bandit attack, Osrik took a deep breath.
“I have heard of such swords, though I have never seen one,” Osrik commented, sounding almost as excited as Thrain had the night before.
Thrang finished the story, leaving out the part about the old man in Techen and his secret map to the dragon’s lair. For a few minutes, Osrik did not speak, lost in his deep thoughts.
“It is nearly time for the midday meal,” said Osrik at last, glancing around the circle. “Before we eat, I would ask something of you.”
“We will do what we can for you,” Bregnest answered, noncommitally.
“These seven bags you recovered,” said Osrik, glancing at Alex. “Will you show them to me?”
“May I ask why, Lord Osrik?” Bregnest questioned, still looking a little worried.
“One of my cousins went on an adventure. It has been almost twenty years now, and we have heard nothing of his fate,” answered Osrik, an uneasy look on his face.
“You fear his bag is among the seven,” said Bregnest.
“I do,” said Osrik in a sad and troubled tone. “We were very close, and in the last few years, his family has fallen on hard times. If his bag is among the seven, whatever treasure is inside may help to repair their fortunes.”
“Then they will be brought before you immediately,” said Bregnest, turning to look at Alex.
“Thrain will lead you back to your chambers,” said Osrik, motioning for Thrain to come forward. “And if you don’t mind, I would dearly love to see this wondrous sword of yours as well.”
“As you wish, Lord Osrik,” replied Alex with a bow.
The rest of the company remained seated as Alex followed Thrain out of the hall. As soon as they were out of the main hall, Thrain began to ask Alex questions.
“Are you really a wizard then?”
“Untrained and untried,” answered Alex with a smile. “Though everyone says that I can be a true wizard, in time.”
“And you killed a three-legged troll all by yourself?” Thrain continued, almost bubbling over with excitement.
“With a great deal of luck.”
Thrain asked questions during the entire walk through the city and back to the chamber where Alex picked up his magic bag and sword. Alex answered him as well as he could, always trying to make his own part in the adventure seem smaller than Thrang had made it out to be.
“I’d love to be an adventurer,” said Thrain, as he led Alex back through the city toward the great hall. “But so few of us are ever chosen. I’ll probably end up being a silversmith like my father.”
“A noble profession, and far less dangerous than adventures,” said Alex. Then he asked, “How are your people chosen as adventurers?”
“Oh, that’s simple,” said Thrain, sounding pleased that Alex had shown interest. “When we come of age at fifty, we can seek your friend, the Oracle.” Thrain seemed happy to refer to the Oracle as Alex’s friend, and Alex had to smile. “Then, if she tells us we should be adventurers, we go to Telous to find an adventure to join.”