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Authors: Kevin McGill
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Grand,” Nick answered.
“Nikolas Lyons, the eleventh.”
“Call him now. Meet us at St. Mary’s
ER.”
Another ambulance attendant came in
with a stretcher. It was a whirlwind of limbs and lifting and
dispatches to the ER.
Ambulance attendant Cheryl
Sierra has now left the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition:
Healthy. Geneva infection levels: 0.00.
Ambulance attendant Robert
Killigan has now left the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition:
Healthy. Geneva infection levels: 0.00.
An ambudrone has now left
the premises.
Erik Lyons has now left the
premises. Heart rate: Low. Condition: Critical. Geneva infection
levels: 0.00 .
Sonya Lyons has now left
the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition: Critical. Geneva
infection levels: 0.00.
Beep, beep.
House secure.
Seven • A Question for the
Road
What a tragedy,” Yeri said, as he held
the parchment bearing the secret of the Merrows. “Of course I will
deliver this for you.”
“No common humling or creature has ever
known, until now,” said Nia. “You understand why the
pearl-of-devotion was so necessary.”
The guard took the scroll from Yeri and
returned it to Lir. Another attendant held out a large fish scale
with a puddle of steaming red wax. Lir rolled up the scroll, then
lifted the scale, and poured the wax over the edges of the
paper.
Lir raised a signet ring and, with a
commanding tone, said, “Be ye the hand of the Steward Nikolas Lyons
or be ye the hand that turns black and dead.” A hundred strands of
black swarmed between the signet ring and the scroll. He pushed his
signet ring over the flap. The wax sizzled and transformed into
glass, sealing the scroll.
“Remember,” said Lir, “only Nikolas
Lyons may read this.”
“Of course, Duke,” said Yeri, as he
took the scroll from the attendant. The senior stagecoach driver
felt a new emotion creep up his spine. He took it for
heroic.
“Please, Yeri,” said Lir. “Follow the
attendant downstairs.”
Nia gently pressed her hand on Lir’s
arm, “My body has betrayed my will. I must rest now.”
He nodded to an attendant, who quickly
brought a velle to the tired duchess.
h
Yeri could hear the ocean water break
between fortress and cliff side. The only thing that kept him from
plummeting down to his death was a thin plankway leading to the
cliff, on which he currently stood. Yeri took the last step and
exhaled. Lir and Captain Jonn followed slowly with the help of
their automaton legs. Having crossed, all three were now outside of
the fortress and walking down crude steps hewn into the cliff side.
After a few minutes of descent, they entered a cave. The only sign
of life was a lamp dangling at the stern of a small boat at the
edge of a pool.
“In the boat you will find enough
provisions to last you two weeks,” said Lir. “This pool leads to a
merway, much like the ones you’ve seen in the fortress, except this
particular one is not completely submerged, allowing for humling
travel.”
Yeri looked again. Sure enough, at the
far end of the pool was a watery tunnel.
“The water is enchanted, carrying you
inland and along the merway. This merway cuts through the Dorseteen
cave system and will take you four hundred miles west to the
Fendrow village. There, you will find a blacksmith by the name of
Mullen. She will know you by the signet. Do not reveal anything to
her until you give her the password. Do you understand? Simply say
‘squall.’ Once you’ve told her the password, Mullen will provide
you with a horse and a few week’s rations. Do not forget. Do you
have any other questions or requests? Once you row down the merway,
you will not be able to return. We must undock from this port for
our own protection.”
“It’s a bit dark in there, isn’t it?”
Yeri’s voice reverberated down the tunnel. “The fouls couldn’t make
their way down there, right?”
Lir clutched Yeri’s bony shoulder. “You
are our only means of salvation, Yeri
“Nikolas Lyons, the eleventh.”
“Call him now. Meet us at St. Mary’s
ER.”
Another ambulance attendant came in
with a stretcher. It was a whirlwind of limbs and lifting and
dispatches to the ER.
Ambulance attendant Cheryl
Sierra has now left the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition:
Healthy. Geneva infection levels: 0.00.
Ambulance attendant Robert
Killigan has now left the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition:
Healthy. Geneva infection levels: 0.00.
An ambudrone has now left
the premises.
Erik Lyons has now left the
premises. Heart rate: Low. Condition: Critical. Geneva infection
levels: 0.00 .
Sonya Lyons has now left
the premises. Heart rate: Excited. Condition: Critical. Geneva
infection levels: 0.00.
Beep, beep.
House secure.
Seven • A Question for the
Road
What a tragedy,” Yeri said, as he held
the parchment bearing the secret of the Merrows. “Of course I will
deliver this for you.”
“No common humling or creature has ever
known, until now,” said Nia. “You understand why the
pearl-of-devotion was so necessary.”
The guard took the scroll from Yeri and
returned it to Lir. Another attendant held out a large fish scale
with a puddle of steaming red wax. Lir rolled up the scroll, then
lifted the scale, and poured the wax over the edges of the
paper.
Lir raised a signet ring and, with a
commanding tone, said, “Be ye the hand of the Steward Nikolas Lyons
or be ye the hand that turns black and dead.” A hundred strands of
black swarmed between the signet ring and the scroll. He pushed his
signet ring over the flap. The wax sizzled and transformed into
glass, sealing the scroll.
“Remember,” said Lir, “only Nikolas
Lyons may read this.”
“Of course, Duke,” said Yeri, as he
took the scroll from the attendant. The senior stagecoach driver
felt a new emotion creep up his spine. He took it for
heroic.
“Please, Yeri,” said Lir. “Follow the
attendant downstairs.”
Nia gently pressed her hand on Lir’s
arm, “My body has betrayed my will. I must rest now.”
He nodded to an attendant, who quickly
brought a velle to the tired duchess.
h
Yeri could hear the ocean water break
between fortress and cliff side. The only thing that kept him from
plummeting down to his death was a thin plankway leading to the
cliff, on which he currently stood. Yeri took the last step and
exhaled. Lir and Captain Jonn followed slowly with the help of
their automaton legs. Having crossed, all three were now outside of
the fortress and walking down crude steps hewn into the cliff side.
After a few minutes of descent, they entered a cave. The only sign
of life was a lamp dangling at the stern of a small boat at the
edge of a pool.
“In the boat you will find enough
provisions to last you two weeks,” said Lir. “This pool leads to a
merway, much like the ones you’ve seen in the fortress, except this
particular one is not completely submerged, allowing for humling
travel.”
Yeri looked again. Sure enough, at the
far end of the pool was a watery tunnel.
“The water is enchanted, carrying you
inland and along the merway. This merway cuts through the Dorseteen
cave system and will take you four hundred miles west to the
Fendrow village. There, you will find a blacksmith by the name of
Mullen. She will know you by the signet. Do not reveal anything to
her until you give her the password. Do you understand? Simply say
‘squall.’ Once you’ve told her the password, Mullen will provide
you with a horse and a few week’s rations. Do not forget. Do you
have any other questions or requests? Once you row down the merway,
you will not be able to return. We must undock from this port for
our own protection.”
“It’s a bit dark in there, isn’t it?”
Yeri’s voice reverberated down the tunnel. “The fouls couldn’t make
their way down there, right?”
Lir clutched Yeri’s bony shoulder. “You
are our only means of salvation, Yeri
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