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.It was a wonder one of his exasperated fellow Trielans hadn't brained him with a stool or threshing-flail and brought peace to this backwater long ago.Such attempted public services would now be perils faced by the lantern-carrier in his new spell-guise of Elvar the Grainlord.Spellfire had brought too many busy rivals into Triel, and if one of them had slain Elvar openly, the uproar would have upset a lot of things.Wherefore bringing Elvar down here and smashing in the back of his head with a handy blandreth—the things were everywhere, filled with cellarcap mushrooms to soak up moisture that might spoil a single grain of Elvar's precious hoard—had at last become the best thing to do.Elvar was going to mellow in the days ahead, the man with the lantern decided, as he proceeded to the farthest corner of this deepest granary.Settling on fewer gods to circle between, and becoming less of a wild-eyed annoyance to all.Make him respected somehow, as he openly groomed a successor who just might be ready by the time an unfortunate accident took Elvar from the Trielans he guarded so carefully.Yes.Now it was time to lure away the one called Beldimarr with a false Harper message, so the plot at hand could proceed.Spellfire was too useful to let slip by.The gods don't hand out chances to rule the world all that often.An eye drew back from a hole in the floor of a dark room sporting many such holes.Its owner rose andstepped through a shimmering of the air where magic made a wall of silence.Beyond was a pleasant upper room where the day could be seen drawing down through large arched windows, and many tall-fluted goblets and decanters stood handy on glossy tables nigh high-backed, comfortable chairs."Seen enough?" a buttery voice purred, from the depths of one such ornament of furniture.The reply was equally nonchalant."My, my.Sit here athwart this muddy wagon road, and all Faerun comes to you.All we need do is close our hands around this prize.""As Xatholont once said, that's more easily resolved than accomplished," the buttery voice observed."Of course.Are you ready?""Doubt me never," was the reply."Master Voldovan is about to be very surprised.""'About to be'?""Rightabout—now.""Douse that fire!" Arauntar ordered gruffly out of the darkness.Narm and Shandril came out of their doze flinching, and Shandril's surprise made momentary tongues of flame flare from her fingertips."We didn't hear you coming," Narm yelped, as he bent hastily to their fire-bucket."Evidently," the guard said in dry tones." Tis a good thing I'm not a spellfire-seeker with a blade ready in my hand, aye?""Aye," Shandril agreed wearily, stirring the ashes with a stick as Narm poured."We were just finishing eating.""You snore loudly for folk caught feasting," the Harper commented, squatting beside them."I'm glad you got somerest, because I'm falling- on-my-face weary m'self, an' one o' you might want to be awake once I'm in my dreams—for yer own safety, if you catch my meaning."Shandril cast a quick look across the field.Campfires winked and snapped among the dark wagons, outlining the dark, placid shapes of the hobbled horses, who stood like an army in the empty, unlit center of camp."I'm growing very tired of always awaiting the next attack," she said quietly."Hunh.Fd've thought you'd be used to it, by now," the Harper said gruffly, holding a hand out over the smoking coals to judge their remaining heat.He shook his head at what he found and captured ShandriTs stick to spread them out.The maid from Highmoon shook her head silently, then laid it down on her thighs.She sat with her hands clasped under her knees, looking into the night, as silence stretched.Arauntar was just about to rise and depart when she murmured, "Has this been a particularly bad run, Arauntar?"The guard grinned."Particularly bad? No.Particularly bad is when no one makes it, and they find yer gnawed bones on the road later.Call it somewhat bad.More brigands than usual, more trouble in the wagons.""Thanks to me," Shandril said softly."Thanks to a lot o' greedy men hungry to steal something not their own, an' too fool-headed to know what danger they put all Faerun in, by trying," Arauntar told her firmly."You didn't ask to have spellfire, now, did you?""No," Shandril replied, in a voice they could barely hear."No.All I wanted was a little adventure.""Ah.An' that we gave you, in a generous ladling!"Narm snorted."Like stew?""Like stew, lad; served up fast an' hot, an' burns if yer not careful!" The Harper spat thoughtfully into the coals and added, " Tis the best time of year for making thisrun, actually.In winter, the howling storms and grinding ice shut down sailing, so someone always tries to make the high-coin runs through the worst of the snows, after the mud has hardened, see?""And wind up frozen, or eaten by wolves?" "Or buried alive by a blizzard, yes.Even if every wolf falls over dead an' the sun shines an' there's no bad ice an' the snows are shallow—an' they never are—deepwinter runs are hard
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