“Hmmph. You better go scrub up. If Mother Lleddew gets her facts straight, she’ll send Dorath and Cat right over here.”
Giogi swallowed the rest of his drink and stood. “I won’t be long. Please, if Thomas gets back while I’m upstairs, could you tell him I’d like lots of things for dinner. Cooked things.”
Olive grinned and nodded.
When Giogi had left the room, the halfling drew out her knife and very carefully sliced out the pages in Giogi’s journal that she’d written on. “He can tell his own story to posterity,” she muttered. She folded the papers and slid them into her pocket, then took another sip of her brandy.
A quarter of an hour later, a clean, shaven, and freshly dressed Giogi returned to the parlor. He had a scarf around his throat to hide the scars, and his arm was stiff from some wound, but he looked much more cheerful.
He and Olive were on their second brandy when they heard the front door open and close. Olive opened the parlor door. Cat stood in the hallway alone.
“Where’s Mistress Dorath?” the halfling asked.
“Out in the carriage,” Cat replied. “She’s very tired. I told her I’d just check in to see if there was any news. Is there?”
“Wait a minute. I’ll check,” Olive said, turning to face the parlor. “Giogi? Is there any news?”
“Well, I hear that the bishop of Chauntea and the patron of Oghma still aren’t speaking to one another. The runaway Princess Alusair Nacacia is still missing. Local gossip has it that that fool, Giogioni Wyvernspur, is home.”
“Giogi!” Cat cried, pushing past Olive and throwing herself into the noble’s arms. “You’re all right? Where have you been? Mother Lleddew told us you’d won the battle with Flattery, but when you didn’t come home right away, we were all worried sick about you.”
“I stayed a wyvern for a while.”
“Was it fun? Will you take me flying again? We could go adventuring this summer and fly every where—if your uncle will let me go for a bit. Maybe I can get him to teach me to turn into something that can fly, too. Oh, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” Giogi said. He bent over Cat and kissed her.
Olive slipped out of the parlor and through the front door. She waved for Dorath to come inside.
The driver hopped from his seat, opened the carriage door, and helped the old woman down. Olive rushed to her.
“He’s back. He’s just fine. Just ran into a little trouble finding the road.”
“How like Giogi. That boy has no sense of direction. Is Cat with him now?”
“Yes.”
Dorath stared at the house as if she could see through stone, then she said, “Then I’ll just head back up to Redstone and tell everyone there the good news.”
“Don’t you want to come in and say hello?” Olive asked.
Dorath shook her head. “I think I’ll just leave them alone together for a while. You know, Mistress Ruskettle, I think Cat is just the girl Giogi needs to take his mind off this wyvern nonsense.”
Olive fought hard to control her expression. Wyvernspur men had to learn to say what they really thought to Dorath, but, fortunately, Olive didn’t. “You know, Mistress Dorath,” she said. “I think you’re right. She’s just the one.”
About the Authors
Kate Novak grew up in Pittsburgh, where she received a B.S. in Chemistry from the University of Pittsburgh. After getting married, she gave up laboratories; her husband, Jeff, keeps her from starving while she pursues her writing career. Her works published by TSR include pick-a-path, adventure gamebooks and game modules. She keeps frantically busy gardening, canning, cooking, recycling, and doing volunteer work for the Girl Scouts. In her spare time, she teases her three cats.
Jeff Grubb, also a Pittsburgh native, was a civil engineer before being kidnapped by Wisconsin leprechauns and put to work designing games and fantasy worlds for TSR, Inc. His writing credits include Manual of the Planes, an AD&D™ Hardbound supplement, SPELLJAMMER™ and the FORGOTTEN REALMS Boxed Sets. He is currently serving as authoritative source, guardian spirit, and traffic cop for the evergrowing Forgotten Realms. For relaxation, he writes comic books. His wife, Kate, keeps him sane in all this.