But right now I need to get my head back to a few weeks ago, so that I can get all that’s happened down here in my journal.
Three of us stood facing the flume, deep in Rokador territory beneath the city of Xhaxhu. The rocky tunnel into the territories was quiet now, but wouldn’t be for long.
“This is not necessary,” Saangi said, annoyed. “I am capable of the job. We do not need more help.”
“One day you will be a fine warrior,” Loor said to her patiently. “But we need help now. Today.”
Without warning, Saangi grabbed the wooden stave she had strapped to her back. She spun it like a baton, dropped to her knee, and expertly whacked me on the back of the legs.
“Ow!” I shouted. “What was that for?”
“My reflexes are far better than his,” Saangi said to Loor. “He can learn from me.”
I rubbed the back of my stinging legs, then quickly yanked the weapon out of her hands before she could react.
“Gimme that,” I scolded. “Sheesh.”
Loor gently took the weapon from me. I could see she was smiling slightly.
“You think this is funny?” I asked. “This is tough enough without getting smacked by the good guys. That hurt!”
Loor said, “If you do not wish to be hit, you do not wish to train. Do you wish to train?”
Ouch. Loaded question. To be honest, the idea of getting battered around while training didn’t appeal to me. I had finally recovered from most of my injuries. My strength was still low and I was stiff, but most of the injury pain was gone.
The idea of voluntarily getting physically punished didn’t exactly appeal to me. I had gotten a lifetime worth of pain from Saint Dane. But you didn’t play football without getting knocked around in practice, or box without sparring and taking some punches. If I wanted to learn how to fight, part of that was getting used to being hit. I stopped rubbing my leg.
“I can handle it,” I said to Loor defiantly. I looked to Saangi. She had a smug look on her face.
“You will play a part in this, Saangi,” Loor said to her squire while giving her back the weapon. “Please be patient.”
Saangi took the stave and jammed it into its harness. She stood there with her arms folded, looking all sorts of pouty. Note to self: Watch out for the brat.
That’s when the flume came to life.
I heard it before seeing anything. The rock walls shifted every so slightly, groaning like an old man’s joints as he worked out stiff kinks. Kind of like how I felt lately. I looked into the tunnel to see a pinpoint of light far in the distance. Someone was headed toward us. The light quickly grew larger as it came closer. I heard the faint jumble of sweet musical notes that always announced a voyage through the flume. A moment later the rocky walls of the round tunnel melted into crystal. Before the incoming light grew so bright that I had to shield my eyes, I could see the star field beyond the clear walls. Though traveling through the flumes had become a common thing, I still had no clue as to how they worked, or who created them. I trusted that one day I would find out, but I usually tried not to think about it too much. There was usually too much going on to stress over the grand cosmic issues I had no control over.
Loor, Saangi, and I stood together, shielding our eyes from the brilliant light show. The music grew loud. The passenger had arrived. A second later the light disappeared, the crystal walls returned to solid rock, and the flume was once again quiet.
Standing before us was a tall, dangerous-looking guy with a sword on his hip. He was wearing heavy leather armor that was much beefier than Loor’s. No skin showed on this guy because the territory he had come from wasn’t burning hot like Zadaa. I knew, because I had been there, For him to have gotten to the gate, he had to climb a craggy mountain and traverse a vast snowfield to find the hidden cave that held the flume. He was around my age, but much taller than me. He looked every bit like the professional knight that he was.
He also happened to be the Traveler from Denduron.
“Hello, Alder,” I said. “Welcome to Zadaa.”
“The flume was not at all what I expected,” Alder said, sounding a bit shaken. He took a step forward, tripped, and stumbled. Luckily we caught him before he fell at our feet.
“Sorry,” Alder said, embarrassed. “I am still shaky from the journey.”
“This is the fierce knight you want to help train Pendragon?” Saangi asked with dismay. “He is an oaf.”
“He is a Traveler,” Loor said sharply. “And you will treat him with respect.”
“She is correct, I am an oaf,” Alder said sheepishly. “But I am an oaf who can fight.” He looked at me and broke out in a warm grin. “Hello, Pendragon. You have changed.”
We hugged. It was like getting a bear hug from a, well, from a bear. He was a strong guy. His hair was longish and brown. He wasn’t a handsome guy, his features were too…big. Big nose, big mouth. Wide-spaced eyes. No, he wasn’t a looker. What you saw when you looked into Alder’s eyes was sincerity. And honesty. There wasn’t a devious bone in his body. What he said, he meant. He was actually more like a big kid than a trained Bedoowan knight. I would trust this guy with my life. Come to think of it, Ihadtrusted this guy with my life. I was about to do it again.
“We’ve both grown up a little,” I said.
Alder let go of me and held his arms out for Loor, ready to give her a hug. “Hello, Loor!”
Loor stood stock-still with her arms at her sides. She wasn’t the huggy type.
“I am happy to see you, Alder,” she said with no emotion.
Alder stood there with his arms out, hugless, looking dumb. “Ummm, right,” he said, dropping his arms. “And who is this?” he asked, looking at Saangi.
“My name is Saangi. I am Loor’s acolyte. I wrote the note to your acolyte to request that you come here.”
“Who is your acolyte?” I asked Alder.
“A Milago,” Alder answered. “Her husband was killed by Saint Dane during a Transfer ceremony.”
I knew exactly who Alder was talking about. On Denduron the Milago farmers were forced to slave in the mines, digging up a precious, blue mineral called glaze for the ruling class. The Bedoowan. When Saint Dane went to Denduron, he started a brutal practice of choosing a Milago and forcing the miners to dig up his weight in glaze. The Transfer ceremony was where they weighed the poor miner against that day’s haul. If they didn’t dig up enough, the miner would be killed. I saw a Transfer ceremony where they didn’t make quota. The miner was killed. His wife had to watch. I am happy to say that Loor and Alder and I put the mines out of business. We had beaten Saint Dane on Denduron. We were now together again, ready to stop him on Zadaa.
“I hear you have been busy, Pendragon,” Alder said. “It seems as if our adventure on Denduron was only the beginning.”
“Pretty much,” I answered. “I want to hear about what’s happening on your territory. I could use some good news.”
“You will be pleased,” Alder assured me. “The Bedoowan are working with the Milago to rebuild their village that was destroyed when the tak mine exploded.”
“Where do the Bedoowan live now that their castle is destroyed?” Loor asked.
Alder laughed and said, “They live in the Milago village! You would not recognize the place, it has grown so!”
“So it’s all one big happy family?” I asked.