Basil frowned at the earl’s rudeness, but one glance at Brianna’s stern expression squelched any objection he had been preparing to make. The runecaster rose off his knees. “Of course,” he said. “You’re the host”
“Good.”
Cuthbert spun on his heel and resumed his position at the head of the line. He led the party past the remaining folios into yet another library chamber. A huge, glass-topped desk stood in one corner, while a long case filled with rolled parchments occupied the center of the room. Maps of all scales covered the walls like tapestries, showing everything from the entire continent of Faerun to the bottom contours of Lake Cuthbert.
The earl went to the far end of the chamber and pulled a map off a wall, then spread it out on the desk in the corner. The parchment, Brianna saw, portrayed Cuthbert Fief in intricate detail. Near the center of the fief lay Lake Cuthbert, with the castle perched on a craggy island near one bank. The long bridge that connected the citadel to shore was neatly outlined in black dashes to indicate it could be collapsed in an emergency. The hundred hills that surrounded the lake were shown in great detail, with every stream, cliff, terraced slope, well, and spring drawn in a careful, clear hand. The earl had even updated the map, marking each razed village with a tongue of red flame and the date it had been destroyed.
Most importantly, the map showed the mountain range that ringed Cuthbert Fief. Every peak was drawn as it looked from the keep roof, with its name printed alongside and, sometimes, a notation describing what one could see from the summit. The snakelike road that connected the fief to the rest of Hartsvale was shown, and so were all of the treacherous tracks used by hunters, shepherds, and anyone else with business in the high country. Three of these rugged paths crossed the northern range and extended into the Icy Plains beyond, but only a single trail crossed the mountains toward the safety of the south.
“Most impressive, Earl Cuthbert,” Brianna said.
“My siege stores may be lacking, but I do know my lands,” the earl said. He glanced at Tavis, then back at Brianna. “My queen, given the speed with which the giants surrounded us after failing to capture you in High Meadow, we must assume they have anticipated that you’ll send for help.”
Cuthbert laid a pudgy finger on the summit of Cuthbert Pass, where the main road crossed into the rest of the kingdom. The drawing there depicted the pass exactly as Brianna remembered: long and winding, with high cliffs flanking both sides and a narrow bottleneck in the center.
“And that means they would also block the only obvious route to safety and help,” the earl continued.
“But this route is not so obvious.” Brianna pointed to the single trail that ran over the mountains to the southeast. She leaned down to read the name beside it. “Shepherd’s Nightmare?”
“That’s right,” said the earl. “Aside from the road, it’s the only path back to Hartsvale. It’s not much of a track. The trail disappears into the stream in several places, and at the top it’s nothing more than a broken ledge clinging to the side of Wyvern’s Eyrie. I doubt the giants know about it, so I suggest Tavis take this route.”
The scout set his shoulder satchel and bow aside, then leaned on the table to study the map. “That’ll take me too far out of the way,” he said. Tavis traced a route running directly south from the castle, over a long, winding glacier that ended in a cup-shaped cirque. “I’ll go this way. I can scale that headwall in a day and be at Earl Wendel’s by dawn the next morning.”
“And you expect to bring an army back the same way?” Brianna inquired. “Two companies of my guard, plus whatever the northern earls can raise?”
The firbolg studied the map a moment longer, then shook his head. “They’re not scouts,” he said. “We’d lose more than half of them on the way.”
“Then you should go the other way,” Brianna recommended. “Unless you already know Shepherd’s Nightmare, the extra time will be worth it. When you return, it’ll be better to have someone who knows the way leading the army.”
“I intend to return ahead of the army,” Tavis replied. “It’ll take time for them to assemble-”
“Which is all the more reason they’ll need an informed guide once they’re underway.” Brianna reached up and touched the firbolg’s rough cheek. “I know you want to be here when the giants attack, but you can’t save me by yourself. For that, we need an army.”
Avner slipped between Brianna and the firbolg. “Maybe I should go-”
“No!” Brianna and Tavis snapped their refusal as one voice.
The youth was undaunted. “Why not?” he demanded. “I’ve kept up with Tavis before, and I’m not likely to be much use when a hundred giants pound the gates down.”
Earl Cuthbert groaned.
“Avner, I said no.” Brianna pushed the boy away before he could get a good look at the map. In spite of her command, Avner was just wild enough to try following Tavis on this perilous mission. “It’s too dangerous.”
“And being here’s not?” Avner scoffed.
“It’s safer than defying the queen’s command.” Tavis gave the boy a stern glare. “Now promise that you’ll stay-or must I ask Earl Cuthbert to lock you in his dungeon?”
Avner exhaled sharply. “I promise,” he said. “But you’re making a mistake. It’d be safer with two of us.”
“Not if Tavis is successful,” said the earl. He tried to lay a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, but Avner sloughed it off and slipped away into the shadows. Cuthbert accepted the boy’s surliness with a good-natured shrug, then looked back to the scout. “Would you like to take this map? It’s my only copy, but you’re welcome to it.”
“No.” Tavis propped his elbows on the desk and studied the area around Shepherd’s Nightmare. “If something happened to me, I wouldn’t want this to fall into the giants’ hands.”
The earl breathed a sigh of relief. “Then there’s only one more thing I can do for you,” he said. “Do you have everything you need?”
Tavis studied the map for a moment longer, then picked up his shoulder satchel and hickory bow. “I think so. Perhaps even more than I need,” he said. “This strikes me as too heavy for a long swim.”
The scout unbuckled his sword belt, but the earl caught his hand before he could remove it. “You can keep that, my friend,” he said. “You won’t have to swim-not tonight”
Brianna frowned. “What do you mean?” she demanded. “We discussed this already. A boat’s too likely to be seen.”
“He won’t need a boat,” Cuthbert replied.
The earl stepped over to a long map case in the center of the room and braced his shoulder against the end. A soft rumble reverberated through the chamber. The entire cabinet slid across the floor to reveal a set of mossy stairs leading down into a dark tunnel. The dank odor of lake water began to rise from the passage, and somewhere far below Brianna heard a tiny stream of water trickling through a rocky chute.
“A secret passage?” the queen queried.
The earl nodded. “It runs on a straight course toward Shepherd’s Nightmare,” he said. “The tunnel would be a little tight for most firbolgs, but Tavis should be small enough to pass.”
Tavis scowled. “I don’t recall seeing this on the Castle Registry.” The registry was an ancient collection of castle plans that Basil had uncovered in the Royal Library. At the verbeeg’s request, Brianna had sent an envoy to each of her earls to ask for updates. “You broke the law by failing to report it.”
The queen smiled at Tavis’s naivete. Although the scout had grown up among humans, he still suffered from the firbolg proclivity to view the law as sacred and inviolable.
“I think we can forgive Cuthbert that oversight,” Brianna said. She had never expected her earls to divulge all their secrets, but what each man had revealed told her a great deal about his loyalties. Cuthbert had reported his collapsing bridge and the murderholes that overlooked the waters at the base of his castle walls, and that was more than most earls had done. “However, I am disappointed you didn’t mention this earlier, Earl. It would have saved me a great deal of worry.” Brianna fixed him with a stern look.