“I have served my enemies as the law and mercy allow. Now let my friends receive their justice as well,” announced the king.
King Selric was called first and came to stand before Eskevar, who, out of deference to his friend, stood as well. “I cannot reward your courage and valor upon the field nor repay the service you and your soldiers have rendered this crown. For this I shall call you brother, for you have shown yourself more true than any tie blood itself could purchase.
“But as a mere token of my gratitude, let me offer you the worthy ransom with which these nobles have redeemed themselves. Take it and divide it among your men and the families of the brave soldiers who died in this duty. Please accept itâit is but little recompense.”
“I thank you, good Eskevar. You are fair and just. But my men are my responsibility to reward, and I have means and plenty to do it. They will not want who have served in this campaign, nor families lack for the loss of a provider.
“For myself, I am content with your friendship and will rejoice to call you brother.”
At this, King Eskevar descended from the dais and hugged King Selric to himself in a fond embrace. Then the two men raised their clasped hands in the air to the loud acclaim of all who gathered there.
Trenn was called next and came to kneel before the throne. When he stood up to leave, the city of Askelon had a new sheriff. Ronsard followed and was made Lord High Marshal of the realm.
Theido received back his title, which Jaspin had plundered, and his lands as well as those of Jaspin's at Erlott.
Then it was Durwin's turn. “Sir, I would reward you with anything in my power to grant: title, position, gold. You only have to name your reward and it is yours,” said Eskevar.
“Your safe return to a just rule of your people is reward enough for me,” said the hermit of Pelgrin Forest. “For myself, I wish only to return to my cottage and live there in peace.”
“Nothing else?”
“Only this: let me remain but a servant of a just and righteous king.” He paused thoughtfully and added, “But if I may request a small favor?”
“It is yours.”
“A promise then that the Dragon King will never again leave his throne empty for so long.”
Eskevar laughed and held up his hand. “So be it. I have promised.
“There is one more I would reward,” said the king, glancing down the assembled ranks of onlookers. Quentin was shocked to hear his own name called.
“Quentin, step forward.”
A thrill of excitement shot through him as he nervously stepped to the foot of the Dragon King's great throne. He knelt there as had the others, hands folded on his knee.
“You I would reward most profoundly,” said the king, emotion rising in his voice. “For it was you who broke the bonds of sorcery that held me and snatched me back from death. Your blood and prayer freed me from the spell of the evil necromancer.
“All that I have, the treasures of my kingdom, are yours. For on this day you shall become my ward, my son.”
Quentin looked up in uncomprehending amazement, and then he saw Alinea, a queen once more, with her golden circlet upon her brow, approaching him, her emerald eyes sparkling. The king descended toward Quentin, and both then met him where he knelt. They raised him to his feet, and then the king proclaimed in a loud voice that echoed throughout the court and corridors beyond, “Let the celebration begin!”
All at once the doors of the court were thrown open, and trumpets blared the king's proclamation. The clarion call echoed and reechoed through the castle and through Askelon itself and through the countryside, and anyone within earshot knew that today they would be welcome in the Great Hall of the Dragon King.
Then Quentin, walking between the king and queen, his feet barely touching the floor, was whisked into Askelon's great hall.
To Quentin it was a dream come true. The hall was hung with ten thousand bright pennons of red and gold. Streamers of flowers formed varicolored canopies overhead, and the windows had been thrown wide to let the sun itself pour gold upon all it touched. The garden beyond had been transformed into a vast dining area where tables were set, and luscious food of every kind and description was being prepared in front of pavilions raised for the cooks and their scullions, who scampered along the tables with platters of meat and fruit and cakes.
A mood of joyous festivity floated on the breeze like the song of a lark. Then the gates were opened and the people flooded in to begin the most wonderful celebration any of them could remember.
The sun was beginning to set when Quentin and his personal shadow, Toli, at last had their fill of feasting and singing and laughing. In the glow of hundreds of torches flickering to light throughout the hall and on the lawn, Quentin sought Durwin, standing alone on the long balcony overlooking the merriment below.
“What is wrong, Durwin?” asked Quentin softly. He had seen a melancholy glimmer in the hermit's eye when he approached. “Why do you not join in the festivity?”
“Ah, Quentin, it is you. Oh, I have enjoyed myself quite as much as I feel able.” He smiled a smile Quentin thought a little sad. He turned to watch the stars come out one by one in the vast blue vault of the heavens.
“We won,” Quentin breathed, his upturned face lit by glimmering torchlight. “We won at last.”
“So it is! We won the battle . . . but the war is not over, I fear.”
“Not over? What do you mean?”
“Look around you, Quentin. Think about all that has happened to you. The old gods of earth and sky are vanishing; the old order is passing away. The true god is making himself known; his rule is just beginning. But the old ways die hard.
“This is the twilight of the gods, and there is much darkness still ahead before the dawn comes. Ah, but the light will come. That I promise you!”
Then the hermit turned and fixed Quentin with a long and wondering gaze. “Remember your blessing, Quentin. You have some part to play in all of thisâthe god has his hand on you. Perhaps he has chosen you to help bring in his new order. What you have done is just the beginning; there is still much to do.”
Quentin stood blinking back at the holy hermit.
“Durwin,” he said with a sudden urgency, “I want to go backâback to Dekra. Is there anything to prevent me, do you think?”
“By no means. A ward of the king may go anywhere; all doors are open to you.”
“Would you go with me?”
“I would love nothing better. There is much I would show you.”
“Can we leave right away?”
“As soon as may be, my hasty young sir. However, it would be well to abide in Askelon for a time to allow Eskevar to express his gratitude. But we will go soon enough.” Then, noticing Quentin's anxious look, he asked, “What? Is one adventure not enough for you? You have to begin another so soon?”
“But there is so much to do, so much to learn.”
“And plenty of time to accomplish what has been given us. We will think about all that some other time. Look! Here comes Toli with someone who would like to meet the hero of the day.”
Quentin turned to see Toli hurrying up; a young girl followed demurely behind him. With a start Quentin realized that it was the girl he had met outside the furrier's shop that cold winter's day that now seemed so long ago. She smiled shyly as she approached, and Quentin realized how very much like Queen Alinea she looked. Their auburn hair and emerald eyes were identical. Before Toli could make the introduction, Theido, who came strolling up along the balcony, called out, “Ah, Bria! There you are! After pestering me all day to introduce you, I see you have managed on your own.”
Quentin bowed low and said, none too certainly, “I am Quentin at your service, my lady.” The girl, her green eyes sparkling, rustled a deep curtsy in her pale blue beribboned dress.
“Well you say âmy lady,'” said Theido, beaming. “Do you not know that you are addressing the princess?” He and Durwin both laughed, and when Quentin turned, they were already walking away arm in arm back to the garden, where music had begun to play under the stars.
“I am Princess Bria,” the girl confessed. “Would you like to listen to the music?”
Quentin was speechless, but his eyes spoke most eloquently for him. Toli fairly pranced for joy, his dark features shining with pleasure, as he ushered the bashful couple along. Bria's warm hand closed upon Quentin's as she drew him away into a night he suddenly wished would never end.
The Story Continues in Volume 2,
The Warlords of Nin
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of The Dragon King Trilogy