AlaricÕs Adventures  


Part 1

	If you have never been there, it is hard to conceive of the city that is
       Modron. Like many great cities, it is an unlikely mixture of elements.
       Here the lowliest beggar may be seen standing only yards away from
       the mightiest warrior. A young waif in a torn tunic might stop to
       converse with a finely garbed craftsman. At any time, an unlikely
       personage (such as a great mage or powerful noble) might traverse a
       street that has not seen the like for many decades.

       In addition to its people, the architecture of such as city is just as
       varied, due to the number of cultures that have added to its structure
       and the number of years such work takes. Toward the center of
       Modron is a section built of old stone that should have long since
       turned to dust. The architects of the area vanished long ago and their
       origin or indeed any hint of information about them has been long lost
       to history.

       Many legends and tales begin on the streets of Modron. My story is
       just another. I was born Alaric Mason, but over the course of time,
       acquired the name Swifthand. I am still amazed at the label, for I can
       never see it when I look at myself in the mirror.

       I was born in Modron, son of a tailor. My parents were both down to
       earth people, but their existence was not one with which I could
       identify. The very concept of spending the rest of my life pulling a
       needle through cloth was abhorrent to me. Hence, I did nothing to
       follow in my fatherÕs footsteps.

       Instead, I started keeping company with a rougher crowd. Many of
       the older were already being considered for guard duty on the walls,
       while the younger, including myself, spent most of our time
       practicing with wooden practice swords, the only kind we could
       afford. I was far from the greatest of warriors, but I was fast with my
       words as well as my weapon. Consequently, I was constantly forced
       to defend my brash attitude by force. I received more than one
       trouncing at the hands of a far larger opponent. Aware of the fact that
       I would never grow much larger than I already was , I knew I had to
       be faster. So I practiced constantly, working on dexterity rather than
       strength, though I was not a weak man by anyoneÕs standard.

       By the time I was seventeen, I had weaseled my way into the town
       guard. Unlike the larger less intelligent of our group, I was not
       offered a position on the wall. Instead, amidst much jealousy, I was
       selected to train for duty at the palace. By then, my ferocious
       reputation kept the jackals at bay, so to speak. Though there was
       much griping, I suffered no assaults over the matter. Or perhaps I
       was saved by the fact that I finally had a metal sword.

       I worked hard and learned rapidly. I found I preferred shorter blades,
       with which I could duck inside an opponents guard more easily. I
       learned to fight as if I were dancing, though I donÕt know where I
       picked up the style. It was effective nonetheless.

       Within a short time, I was one of them, working too many hours each
       day, for not quite enough to live on, but it didnÕt matter. I was happy
       for the position. For a time, everything went smoothly, until the day
       Theona entered my life. She was young and pretty. Perhaps, when
       she was older, she would be beautiful. She was everything that I
       thought I could want in a woman. There was only one problem. She
       was the daughter of a noble and thus, our meetings had to be in
       secret. 

       It was only a matter of time before we were discovered. Let me at this
       time say that, though we saw each other when we could arrange it, I
       had always treated her honorably. Our romantic relationship was
       never actually consummated. That fact made little difference to her
       father. 

       I will never forget the day that I was called before the Count Herlic.
       He looked me up and down, trying to keep the smile off his face.
       Whether he was amused at the nature of my punishment or my
       relationship with a competitors daughter is still not clear to me. 

       The room had trappings of richness, which I had seen in passing, but
       now, while standing there waiting to hear the CountÕs decision, I
       found the surroundings more than a little intimidating. Worse yet,
       whatever penance was set, I would be obligated to follow it. The
       Count however had a way with words or at least got them at a good
       discount. The lecture I received that day rivaled a full sermon for
       sterness and length. I pretended to pay rapt attention, but my mind
       could only consider what was to come after.

       At length, he wound down and delivered his sentence. I will never
       forget his words as long as I live. "Tomorrow at dawn, you are to
       accompany the KingÕs tax collector to the city of crossed swords and
       protect him from harm. You are to deliver the taxes back to the
       palace. Until those taxes are paid in full, you are not to return to
       Modron."

       And there it was. I was to be sent to the roughest frontier town they
       could find, that hadnÕt offered tribute to the King in time out of mind
       and in fact, was part of The Southern Alliance in name only, and
       attempt to collect taxes. I wondered who the tax collector had angered
       to receive such a sentence. If I failed, I would be forever barred from
       my home. Worse yet, I would never see Theona again.

       Theona. What was I to do? That I loved her, with all might heart
       might be an understatement. I would have to find some way to see
       her before I left. And the Count was certainly not going to make that
       easy.

       I betrayed no inkling of my plans to him. Instead, I bowed my head
       and looked intimidated. I didnÕt have to be that good an actor. I was
       scared. When finally I was dismissed, I was escorted to the barracks
       under guard. Apparently, I was to be watched until after I was gone.
       And so went my chances of seeing Theona.

       The rest of the day, I did little but sit and reflect on my future.
       Suddenly, being a tailor didnÕt seem half bad. As the day wore on, I
       found I could not take it anymore. I studied the two men who had
       been sent to watch me. Not really men. Boys. I could take them, if
       need be. But should I? And then I thought again of the nobleÕs
       daughter and knew I had no choice.

       Having been a guard myself, I knew that, soon as they convinced
       themselves that I wasnÕt going away, pretty much after the first hour,
       they would relax a bit. Start talking to each other. It was only natural.
       I waited until they were involved, before I leapt into action. I had
       been disarmed of course, but still had my speed. I tripped one, while
       pulling the otherÕs short blade. I didnÕt want to kill them, nor was it
       necessary. I knocked the prone one out, with the swords pummel and
       then pointed the blade at the second, who now, conveniently had no
       weapon to oppose me. I made him bind his friend. Just as he
       finished, I knocked him out as well. I kept the blade and ran.
       Fortunately, I had become familiar enough with the palace to get out
       unseen, which is actually easier than it sounds. After all, the job is to
       keep intruders out, not in.

       As I ran through the streets, drawing more than an occasional stare, I
       started to wonder what I would say when I reached her. Would I bid
       her farewell? Would I ask her to come with me? If I did, would she
       be willing to trade her life of luxury for the uncertain future of a
       fugitive? 

       What would I do now, in any case?

       I knew I had to decide soon. I was rapidly approaching her fatherÕs
       residence. 

Part 2

Baron KelrakÕs house was more like a mansion and the grounds upon
       which it stood were vast indeed. I had passed the high walls that
       surrounded it many times, but never before did I venture within them.
       Even now, I was risking much, but Theona was worth it.

       It was not difficult for me to scale the wall, though a less agile person
       could not have made it. I thanked the gods that IÕd kept in shape.
       From atop the wall, I scanned the area first, before lowering myself
       to the ground. I moved as quickly as I could without making noise
       and approached the main building, wondering how I was going to
       find TheonaÕs rooms. If I guessed wrong, it would cost me.

       I circled the mansion, looking for external clues. Two of the upstairs
       rooms had curtains that would befit a nobleÕs daughter: brightly
       colored wisps of silk. One of them was next to a drainage pipe that
       ran down from the roof. At least, it would be an easy climb.

       As I began my ascent, the sound of some industrious gardener began
       and for a second I froze. It took me a moment to determine that the
       sound was coming from around the side of the house, thus I was in
       no danger of discovery, as long as he stayed there. As I pulled myself
       up the pipe, I felt my knees scraping on the stone, but there was
       nothing to be done about it. I ignored the discomfirt and continued.

       I gained the ledge a short time later, though the term might be
       somewhat generous. In reality, I was standing on a six inch
       protrusion. Though I trusted my balance, discovery at this point
       would be more than a little dangerous. I slid my feet slowly along the
       ledge, using what handholds I could find until I came to the window,
       which fortunately was wide open. I stuck my head in and looked
       around. Theona sat on the bed, writing. I envied her the talent.
       Perhaps, one day I would learn.

       I climbed through quickly, making so little noise, she didnÕt look up
       until I stood before her. She almost gasped, but caught herself. I did
       not doubt that a lady-in-waiting sat just beyond the door.

       "Alaric, what are you doing here?"

       I could not read the expression on her face. I seldom could. "I have
       come to ask you to leave with me."

       For a few moments, she looked puzzled, as if she did not understand
       the question. At last, she spoke. "Leave with you? To where?"

       I shrugged. "What difference, as long as weÕre together? ThereÕs a
       whole world out there, waiting to be explored."

       She studied me for a time and I began to grow fearful. I had allowed
       myself to believe that she would assent immediately. None of my
       thoughts on the matter prepared me for what was to come next.
       "Have you lost your mind? Do you think I would give up all this,"
       she gestured expansively here, "for life with a criminal? For a
       commoner with no title? I admit that our meetings were fun, but
       certainly you realize they were just fantasy." 

       She continued to look at me. I tried unsuccessfully to keep the
       emotion from my face. 

       "You must have the largest ego in the Kingdom, Sir, if you ever
       really thought you were that important to me." She laughed. "In fact,
       youÕre lucky I donÕt cry out and have you arrested."

       I stood there, stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. Worse
       yet, the words did nothing to change my feelings for her. Perhaps I
       believed that somehow, if I could find the right argument, I could
       change her mind. Then I looked at her face and knew she was telling
       me truth. I had been mislead or mistaken. Determined not to give her
       the last word, I spoke, as I backed toward the window. "Forgive me.
       I had not realized how low the nobly born could sink." With those
       words, I climbed out, feeling for the protrusion with my toe. Once I
       found it, I continued on and moved along the lip toward the pipe. I
       did not descend immediately however, I stood there, trying to
       understand how I could have allowed myself to be so misled.

       It was a precarious place to reassess my life, but appropriate perhaps
       because of it. I single slip and it would be over. At any moment, a
       guard might pass below and spot me. Still, I did not move. 

       As I hung there, three stories up, I began to grow angry. How could
       I have come to this, over a girl that did not even care for me? I wanted
       to hurt her, though I knew it would be a mistake to do so. For a few
       minutes, I battled with the issue of revenge. I imagine that all young
       men must face that challenge sooner or later. I did not have time to
       reach a decision, for at that moment, I heard voices.

       My first reaction almost propelled me backwards off the ledge, but I
       held tightly and took a moment to regain my composure. This high
       up, I could afford no slips. As I waited, I realized that I was in no
       immediate danger. The voices were coming from TheonaÕs room. I
       strained my ears, but could not make out the actual words. Slowly, I
       made my way back to her window, ignoring my bodyÕs protests. I
       could not maintain this position for much longer.

       The first voice I was able to make out, was that of Alicia, TheonaÕs
       handmaid.

       Alicia was actually more of a friend. Certainly, she had TheonaÕs
       confidence. As I listened, I was finally able to make out what she was
       saying.

       "It must have been very hard for you. Are you certain you did the
       right thing?"

       TheonaÕs voice was ragged, as if sheÕd been crying. "How can one
       ever know? Damn it, Alicia, what would you have done? I had no
       choice."

       I inched closer, raising my head slightly so I could see inside. Theona
       sat on the bed, head in her hands. Alicia stood before her almost
       facing me, a look of abject sympathy on her plump young face.
       "How did he take it?"

       Theona raised her head. Her voice was clearer, though slightly angry.
       "How do you think he took it? He was crushed. I donÕt know where
       I found the strength to pull it off."

       "Your love gave you the strength. ThatÕs what love is. When youÕre
       willing to sacrifice everything for another." Even as she finished, she
       shifted her gaze and saw me. At least I thought she did. "You could
       have gone with him."

       Theona shook her head hard. "And have him hunted for the rest of
       his life? Do you think my father would ever give up before he saw
       AlaricÕs head on a pike? You know as well as I do, what kind of
       temper he has. I could never make anyone face that, especially
       Alaric." She broke down then. "Oh, Alicia, what am I to do without
       him?"

       I climbed through the window. Alicia smiled at me, but Theona was
       stunned. She turned on her servant and began to yell. "You little
       bitch. You knew he was there. Get out."

       Alicia, not used to that type of treatment from her mistress, turned
       and fled. I knew that tears would follow, but I was thankful for her
       complicity. Theona looked at me and sighed. Neither of us spoke for
       some time. At last, I broke the silence. "I do not wish to live without
       you, whatever the price."

       She did not look at me. "Nor I without you." She fell silent again,
       wrestling with her hopes and fears. Finally, she looked at me.
       "Tonight at midnight. Meet me at the tool shed, behind AronÕs Forge.
       IÕll be waiting inside."

       I kissed her hand and climbed through the window, not trusting
       myself to speak. How quickly I had been ready to throw it all away.
       Now, I had reason to live again.

       Staying out of sight until then was a bit tricky, but I was up to the
       task. I had grown up on these streets and knew them intimately. The
       only place I knew I couldnÕt go, was back to my parentsÕ house.
       Certainly, that would be the first place they looked. The hours
       dragged on, until the time of our rendezvous neared. At last, I made
       my way to AronÕs Forge. I had never been in back, but the tool shed
       was so large, it was impossible to miss. Had I not know it was there,
       I would have thought it was a guest house.

       I crossed the yard and opened it. The door swung outward on rusty
       hinges. It was dark inside. I brought my lantern forward, forcing the
       gloom into the corners. I entered, distracted at first by the amazing
       array of tools. Behind me the door slowly closed. Only then did I see
       Theona lying further in on the floor.

       I set my lamp down and approached, a seed of despair growing in my
       stomach. I knelt down beside her. Her lifeless eyes stared back at me.
       The thin line of blood across her throat and the pool of it in which she
       lay told part of the story. To her left, on the ground was an ornate,
       black stiletto, stained with her blood. I picked it up and studied it,
       unable to recognize the markings. I was so stunned, I didnÕt hear
       sound of men approaching, until the door creaked open. I regained
       my feet and turned. Standing in the doorway was Baron Kelrak.
       Behind him, still outside, I could make out at least two guards.

       "What have we here?" he boomed, stepping into the shed.

       I realized the blade was still in my hands, dripping with his
       daughterÕs blood. I was about to experience the rage for which he
       was so famous.

Part 3
The Baron slowly drew his sword, a malicious smile forming on his
       heavy jowls. I had heard tales of his swordsmanship. He was not a
       man to be taken lightly. I had no doubt that he'd yet to notice the
       body of his daughter, lying behind me in a pool of blood. And he
       was angry now.

       I still held the stiletto in my hand and I still had the sword I'd taken
       from the two guards earlier, but as he advanced, my confidence
       wavered. Even if I were a match for him, the guards outside would
       certainly tip the scales against me. I admit I panicked. It seemed like a
       good time for it. I took a step backwards, careful not to trip over
       Theona's corpse. Baron Kelrak pointed his sword at me and
       continued forward. To my left, against the rear wall of the shed, tools
       hung neatly on wooden pegs. I reached out, grabbed a long pole and
       held it lengthwise, thinking only to slow him.

       He stopped and looked at me, then the object. As the far end of it
       came into focus, I realized I was holding a halberd. The end of the
       weapon, in the shape of a spear, was almost in the Baron's stomach.
       Then I realized. I was in the shed of a blacksmith. He must use it to
       store some of his surplus stock. I was surround by weapons. I thrust
       forward, but he was ready for it, and sidestepped neatly, advancing
       around it.

       There wasn't enough room for me to swing it, so I released the
       weapon and let it fall to the ground. It was at that moment that Baron
       Kelrak looked down. I had never before seen a face transform so
       swiftly. What had been a bit of exercise for a master swordsman, was
       now a nightmare of unknown proportion. Even as I reached for my
       blade, I knew I wouldn't be on time. The Baron, his face contorted
       into a mask of hatred, charged me. He didn't used his blade. If he
       did, I'd have certainly died then. Instead, he slammed his head into
       my abdomen. I had never felt such a blow. I felt my body raise off
       the ground and fly backwards. I wasn't certain if anything was
       broken, but certainly enough was bruised. I slammed into the wall
       behind me. Then the wall deterred me no longer and I was outside.

       I managed to make it to one knee, uncertain of why I was still alive. I
       looked into the shed through the hole I had made. Baron Kelrak was
       on his knees over the body of his daughter. The guards had entered,
       not realizing I was already outside. I forced myself to me feet and
       took off, before they noticed I was conscious. Behind me, a scream
       of rage filled the night. Baron Kelrak would hunt me to the end of my
       days.

       I ran for a time, until I found a place to hide. I had much to think
       about. The pain in my back was nothing compared to the pain in my
       heart. Theona was dead and I had no idea why. Did someone hate me
       enough to set me up? Probably not. More likely someone wanted her
       dead and I was conveniently positioned to frame. But who?

       I knew then I had two options. I could spend the rest of my life
       fleeing from the Baron, or I could find out who killed Theona and
       why. I looked down, only now realizing that I still held the dagger.
       For now, it was my only clue, but I needed to know more.
       Unfortunately I could only think of one place to find the answer.

       Within a day or so, Theona would be interred in the Kelrak
       mausoleum. It was amazing what you learned as a palace guard. As
       dangerous as it was, I needed to be there. First, to say good-bye to
       Theona and second to try to figure out who had killed her. For a few
       moments, the image of her corpse turned over in my mind. Then I
       began to cry.

       Tears flowed freely throughout the night. Often I had to bite my hand
       to keep from making noise. By the time the sun began its climb the
       next morning, I was ready to begin my life as a fugitive. I didn't
       realize it at the time, but the events of the previous evening had
       changed me. I was harder, more reckless and certainly less
       sympathetic that I had been only a day earlier. I was already
       considering going after the Baron myself, but that was lunacy. Even
       if I could beat him, which was far from a sure thing, I'd never get
       away with it. Anyway, he wasn't he enemy, though he didn't know it
       himself. I found myself wondering who was.

       I made my way towards the small church on the far side of town. I
       slipped into the back door and walked downstairs. If I timed it
       correctly, and I was fairly certain I had, Father Delran was holding
       noon services. I hoped so, for his sake. The door to his room as
       unlocked. I entered as quietly as I could and went through his
       wardrobe. I counted them. Twelve brown robes. I was certain he
       wouldn't miss one. I threw it over my clothes, raised the hood and
       made my way back to the street. This was one disguise they wouldn't
       see through.

       I congratulated myself on being particularly clever. Holy men could
       go almost anywhere, without being questioned, perhaps because so
       many of them had taken vows of silence. As I walked about town, I
       listened to the whispered conversations of the townsfolk. Many were
       talking about the murder. Several mentioned the services, which were
       to be held tonight at dusk.

       I passed the day listening to gossip. Several merchants offered me
       food, which I accepted gladly. I'd hardly eaten in two days. I even
       had a few coins contributed to the cause. As twilight approached, I
       made my way to the Kelrak mansion. Perhaps entering the confines
       of those great walls was foolishness. I simply couldn't allow them to
       put her away without saying farewell.

       There were many people milling about, not one of which spared me a
       second glance. I followed the crowd to the back of the house and
       across the gardens to the mausoleum. In the fading light, it looked
       almost surreal. When I realized it would be Theona's final resting
       place, I had to fight back tears. I was certain of one thing. Someone
       would pay for what had been done to her. I hoped it would not be
       me.

       While most of the people crowded close to hear the priest speak, I
       stayed back and surveyed the crowd. I did not know what I was
       looking for, but I thought I might when I found it. The eulogy was
       like every other I'd heard. It did not come close to capturing her
       spirit. Perhaps I was the only one that could have done her justice,
       but no one was going to ask me to speak. As the services wound
       down, I began to fear that I would find no clue as to what had
       happened. Then, I looked to my left and there was Alicia.

       If anyone would have an idea of what happened to Theona, it was her
       handmaiden. She was watching the ceremony with unrepressed grief.
       It took me a few moments to get her attention. When she looked at me
       questioningly, I lowered my hood, just enough so she could see who
       I was.

       For a moment, she stood there. Then she began to scream. "Help!
       It's him. It's Alaric Mason."

       "Alicia, listen to me, I didn't do it." Perhaps she believed me, but it
       didn't matter. The damage had been done. I turned and ran as fast as I
       could toward the gates. A glance behind me told me that half the
       town, outraged at my intrusion, followed in pursuit.

       As I rounded the house, I saw that the gates had been closed. In spite
       of the piety of my garb, it didn't look as if I had a prayer.

Part 4

There are certain times when life seems totally bleak and just when
       things can't get any worse, they do. So it was for me. I met her, fell
       in love, was exiled because of it and finally had been blamed for the
       death of that very loved one. It was enough to make one believe in
       conspiracies. Of course, things had been bad enough before half the
       adult population of the city Modron, or at least what seemed like that
       number, raced after me, with the intent to do me bodily harm. It
       would have been funny, had it not been so tragic.

       I turned from the gate and began to run along the west wall, thankful
       for the fact that even in robes, I was fast. While a handful kept up,
       most fell behind. I ran through the extensive gardens, wondering
       what to do next, when I noticed a tree I thought I could climb.

       I risked a glance behind. The pursuit had slowed. Perhaps I was
       difficult to spot in the failing light. I pulled myself into the lowest
       branches and worked my way higher as quickly as possible. Only
       after I was well situated did I realize I was not all that far from the
       wall. As I sat there, I heard several of my pursuers moving below
       me. Obviously, I had not been spotted. I looked again. I could make
       it, but my aim would have to be flawless.

       I moved quietly, making my way along a sturdy branch. The way it
       was laid out, I would have to stand up literally out on a limb and
       balance myself before jumping. I would have to try for the top of the
       narrow wall. Too far and I would clear it and probably break
       something. Too short and I would land before it and probably be
       discovered.

       I held my breath and straightened up, balancing precariously above
       those who sought me. I bent my knees and tried to judge the distance.
       Below a voice called out. "There he is." It was now or never. I leapt.

       Even as I sailed through the air, I knew I had misjudged. Below me,
       people scurried to intercept. I struck the wall hard, but managed to
       grab hold of the top. For a moment, I dangled there, listening to my
       pursuers draw near. Their approach gave me strength to pull myself
       up, though I felt like a single giant bruise. I was certain I had done
       severe damage.

       I was only atop the wall for a second, before dropping to the outside.
       I looked down the avenue, trying to get my bearings. It would be a
       least a few minutes before the gate was opened and I had to be gone
       by then. I found my feet and set off, limping down a nearby alley. I
       went as far as I could, before fear of collapse made me stop at the
       next place to hide. I was too tired to worry about how well I'd
       concealed myself. No sooner did I sit, than I fell into a fitful sleep
       from which I didn't awaken for many hours.

       The next day found me bruised and battered, but otherwise whole. I
       slowly worked my way to my feet, stretching my strained muscles.
       At least nothing seemed broken. After a time, I sat again and turned
       my attention to the current dilemma.

       I knew no more today than I did yesterday. Theona was still dead, I
       was still wanted. I had no choice but to leave Modron. Though I
       might live indefinitely on these streets and avoid detection, I could
       have no life here. I thought again about her body, lying in the shed. I
       took the black dagger from my belt and studied it. Someone had
       wanted Theona dead. Who? Why?

       Finally, I emerged from my hiding place and made my way toward
       the gates, stopping only to shed the priest's robes, in favor of my
       well worn cloak. As I made my way through the nearly empty
       pre-dawn streets, I knew my destination would be Athour. The great
       southern city attracted me for three reasons.

       First, Theona always spoke of it with respect, bordering on longing.
       It was the city she most wanted to see. Also there was the fact that I
       would be able to easily lose myself in a city of that size. My final
       reason for making Athour my destination was it was probably the
       only place I could find without a guide. Geography had never been
       one of my strong points. 

       The guards at the gate ignored my passage with complete
       indifference. The implication was clear. They would neither hinder
       nor help me. I was truly alone. I made my way south, keeping
       slightly off the road the whole time. I didn't need to make Kelrak's
       job any easier.

       I will not bore you with the details of my journey. Suffice to say, it
       rained frequently between the stretches of heat and small flying
       insects can be the damnedest of nuisances. Only one strange event
       befell me during the trip.

       I was four days out of Modron and tired, but I kept pushing myself to
       go a little further, as if by distancing myself from the city, I could
       somehow outrun the pain of Theona's passing. The rain had let up,
       which meant I had to slog my way through ankle deep mud for the
       rest of the day. At one point, I turned from the road and wandered
       further into the woods. At the time, I thought doing so was a
       rebellion of sorts against the hopelessness of my situation, but later I
       came to think otherwise.

       For how long I wandered, I can not say, but at some point, I found
       myself staring at a skeleton lying face down in the center of a
       clearing. I was almost upon it, before I noticed. I looked down at the
       unfortunate soul that had once breathed the very same air as I. He
       must have been there for some time, for even the remnants of his
       clothes were well on their way to dust. I almost walked away, when
       the sun emerged and something reflected its light. I moved closer to
       investigate.

       Lying beneath the hapless adventurer, lay a sword of great quality. I
       knelt down and carefully slid it out, so as to upset the bones as little
       as possible. From the moment I lifted it, I knew it was magical. It
       was a beautifully crafted short scimitar, with small symbols carved
       onto its gleaming curved blade. I held it outstretched and took a few
       practice swipes. The sword felt as if it were made for me. Though I
       was loath to disturb the dead, I found and removed the scabbard,
       which was in fine condition, in spite of the length of time it had
       apparently been sitting there.

       I thought then about the events that had lead me to this point. I had
       somehow learned to fight, lucked into the palace guard and met
       Theona. Our relationship was terminated rather abruptly by her
       untimely demise, for which I was blamed. This situation lead me to
       flee the city and in turn, I found this blade. It was almost unthinkable
       that this chain of events could be completely accidental. Of course,
       only the most egotistical man would think he was important enough
       to warrant such machinations.

       And yet, I was hard pressed to think of another cause. Perhaps the
       loneliness of the passed days was beginning to prey upon my mind. I
       kept the sword and managed to find the road again. The remainder of
       the journey was uneventful.

       Athour was in many ways similar to Modron, but there were also
       differences. Modron had few tall buildings, while Athour was fraught
       with them, as if all the cities architects got together and decided to
       have a contest. I had never seen such structures before and I found
       them impressive.

       It wasn't long before I noticed a small man following me, through the
       streets. I caught a glimpse of him at least three times. Twice he
       ducked out of sight as soon as I turned. As a guard, I recognized the
       type. He was a thief. At first, I wondered what he wanted to steal,
       until I remembered the sword. Damned if that thing wasn't going to
       be trouble.

       I made my way around a corner into a narrow alley. There was no
       one about. I stopped there and waited.

       After a few moments, he rounded the bend, almost walking right into
       me. My speed and pent up aggression were too much for him. Within
       a minute, he was lying on the ground, sporting a bloody nose.

       "Don't you have anything better to do than to follow me?"

       He looked up at me, fear plain in his eyes. In spite of that, his voice
       remained steady. "Listen, I have nothing against you, but it was a lot
       of money."

       I didn't react immediately, partly because I wasn't sure what he was
       talking about. He must have thought I wanted more, for he
       continued. "Listen, if they ask me, I never saw you. Just don't hurt
       me."

       I thought the direct approach might be the best way. "What in hell are
       you talking about?"

       He scrutinized me, as if unable to believe my ignorance. Then he
       reached slowly into his pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of
       parchment. I could see the words on it, though interpreting them was
       beyond me. "Read it."

       He took the scroll, opened it and read. "I hereby offer 50 gold ralens
       to the first person that can bring me the head of Alaric Mason.
       Payment in full is on receipt. I well know what he looks like and will
       not be fooled by impostors. The Duchess Kallondra."

       I was momentarily stunned by the implications of the missive. "Okay.
       How did you know who I was?" He turned the parchment around,
       revealing a detailed portrait of me in the center of the page. "Where
       did you get this?"

       "The assassin's guild. There was a whole stack of 'em."

       I shook my head in disbelief. Someone not only anticipated my
       arrival, but had gone to great trouble to see me dead. This sort of
       thing was even beyond Baron Kelrak's means. "Let's go."

       He looked startled. "To where?"

       "Your place. I need to think." Before he could get any ideas, I pulled
       the black dagger I'd found beside Theona's body. Immediately, the
       assassin's eyes widened in terror. Though he spoke, his gaze never
       strayed from that blade.

       "Please, Master, I beg of thee. If I had known your allegiance, I'd
       have never dared stalk you. In the name of the gods, don't kill me."

       I would have smiled, had he not been so serious. I looked from the
       dagger to the assassin and back again. It was suddenly very important
       that I find out its significance. "Take me to your home."

       He nodded enthusiastically. "As you wish master." He rose quickly
       and moved through the alley. I followed behind, trying to understand
       this new piece of the puzzle.

Part 5

To look at it, youÕd never know the house belonged to an assassin.
       The furniture was both comfortable and colorful, and each room
       contained either a painting or tapestry, none of which evoked
       thoughts of violence. Perhaps because of the nature of his
       occupation, Dalyn liked to surround himself with relaxing images.

       You would also never have guessed that just a day earlier, that same
       assassin had been following me, ready to kill me as soon as the
       opportunity presented itself. Only the strangest stroke of luck yet,
       saved me. Had I not drawn my dagger, even if Dalyn himself didnÕt
       get me, one of the numerous members of the AssassinÕs Guild would
       have.

       I spent the night thinking and resting, though the former had a
       detrimental effect on the latter. Still, I managed to get some sleep. The
       next day, perhaps because I did not get enough rest, I awoke in a foul
       mood. It was not really the moment to make irreversible decisions,
       yet at the time I didnÕt care. Someone I didnÕt know wanted me dead
       and I was going to find out why.

       From what little I could gather from his offhand remarks, it was easy
       to guess that the black dagger was a badge of sorts, used by a very
       powerful sect of assassins. Since seeing it, Dalyn had certainly
       become eager to please. 

       ŌDalyn, I want you to take me to the Guild.Ķ

       He looked at me and licked his lips. ŌAre you sure thatÕs wise?Ķ

       I stared at him and he dropped his gaze. It didnÕt matter that I wasnÕt
       certain what IÕd do when I got there. I desperately needed to find out
       who was stalking me and why. The AssassinÕs Guild seemed the
       most likely place to start.

       A short time later, just after dawn, we set out. The building was
       located halfway across town, in an empty warehouse. The deserted
       street gave the area an ominous feel. I looked at the large stone
       structure, hesitating only momentarily before following him up to the
       door. I sincerely hoped the others would have the same reaction to me
       as Dalyn. I made certain that the blade was in plain sight.

       He walked up to the door. He rapped in a sequence that I found
       difficult to follow. A moment later, we were allowed access. The
       inside was well furnished and had a homey feel to it. Once more, I
       was bemused at the setting. I had always somehow pictured such an
       establishment to be bleaker. 

       Dalyn led me through a maze of corridors to an empty sitting room.
       He told me to remain there. After he left, I heard the door close.
       When I tried it, it was locked. I stood and paced, suddenly not certain
       that coming here was a good idea. Not that there was a lot I could do
       about it now.

       While I waited, I examined the room, which was essentially a small
       private library. As I couldnÕt read, I ignored the shelves of books.
       Instead, I sat on a large comfortable chair and thought of Theona.
       God, how I missed her.

       After a time, the door opened and Dalyn entered, followed by a
       handsome middle-aged man who could easily be the neighborhood
       candle maker. Only the confident way he regarded me told me he was
       not only an assassin, but one of those in charge. I forced a smile and
       rose. He looked at me and then at the dagger on my belt. I tried to
       breath normally.

       ŌMy apologies, Sir. You understand, we had no way of knowing.Ķ

       I nodded. ŌI need a bit of information, if itÕs not too much trouble.
       WhatÕs your name?Ķ

       ŌGreln, Master.Ķ

       ŌTell me about this Duchess, who so wants me dead. Who is she?Ķ

       He glanced at Dalyn, then back at me. ŌNo one knows. After all,
       many of our clients use assumed names. She sent a servant to deliver
       the notice and that is our only contact.Ķ

       ŌSo you know where to find this servant.Ķ

       Greln nodded. ŌAbsolutely. At a room in the Circling Hawk Inn. If
       you want, Dalyn could show you the way.Ķ

       I smiled. ŌThat would be fine. Someone is going to answer for this.Ķ
       Though I was playing a role, I meant every word. 

       A short time later, Dalyn and I walked down the street, while I tried
       to figure out whatÕd I was actually going to do, once I got there. It
       was one thing to bluff the guild, but I had an odd feeling that
       whoever awaited me at the Circling Hawk, wouldnÕt be impressed by
       my credentials.

       As soon as I saw the inn, I told Dalyn that I wouldnÕt be needing him
       anymore and he could go about his business. It wasnÕt that I didnÕt
       need his help, but I couldnÕt take the chance that somehow, heÕd find
       out I was not who I claimed to be. I suspected that this servant of the
       Duchess knew more about me than was safe. 

       He gave me a room number, fortunately one of the few I could
       actually read and quickly returned the way weÕd come. I got the
       distinct impression he was happy to be rid of me. I waited until he
       was out of sight, before continuing.

       The inn was one of the nicest IÕve ever seen. It wasnÕt in anyway
       ostentatious, but instead radiated an air of quality that told me that the
       people who stayed here were so well off, that they didnÕt feel they
       needed to impress anyone. I certainly had some powerful enemies. I
       only wish I had done something to deserve such persecution. Not that
       it really mattered. The way I felt now, I would have no trouble giving
       my foes a good reason to hate me.

       I had no trouble finding the room. At first, I was going to knock, but
       on an impulse, I tried the door first. It was open. I turned the knob
       and pushed. It swung silently inward. Against the opposite wall,
       staring out a window, stood a rather large individual wearing a brown
       cloak. I stepped into the room and closed the door.

       For a moment, I stared, thinking perhaps there was something
       familiar about the figure. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then
       some sixth sense must have alerted her, for she turned. I gasped. The
       woman in the room was Alicia.

       The sardonic smile that found her face was totally out of character for
       her. For a second or so, she stood there, before crossing the room.
       She moved with an agility that belied her bulk, only stopping, when
       she stood directly before me. I stared at her, disbelieving.

       Alicia held out her right hand and her smile broadened into a grin.
       ŌMay I have my dagger back, please?Ķ

Part 6

I don't know who I'd expected to find in that room at the Circling
       Hawk, but Alicia would have been far from my last guess.
       Somehow, she was responsible, at least in part, for what had
       happened. I stared at her, trying to reconcile the confident assassin
       standing before me, with the slightly overweight, insecure servant I'd
       once thought I'd known. 

       "You killed Theona." That one thought drove out all others. For a
       brief moment, I felt rage flick across my mind. Yet, if she were an
       assassin, that meant someone had paid for that result. "Who hired
       you?"

       Her smile was not at all pleasant. I took a step backwards, but she
       remained where she stood. "Would you like to meet my client?"

       I could only nod.

       "My dagger, please." 

       I looked down, surprised to find it already in my hand. I hesitated
       only momentarily before handing it over.

       "Thank you."

       I continued to stand there, momentarily held captive by doubts and
       unanswered questions. Finally, I found my voice. "Why?"

       She didn't answer. She moved forward and I stepped to the side. She
       continued out the door and I followed. 

       As we entered the street and moved away from the inn, I tried
       desperately to understand what had happened. Alicia had been
       Theona's servant for years. She could have killed her at any time.
       Why then? Did it have something to do with me? Who was behind the
       entire conspiracy?

       As I followed, the neighborhood began to deteriorate, though I didn't
       notice until the change was drastic. All of a sudden, I found myself
       surrounded by houses in various states of disrepair. Few people
       roamed these streets and none were the type of person you would
       want to find moving in next door to you. It was already late in the
       afternoon. I didn't relish being in this section of town after dark.
       "How much further is it?"

       Even before her answer, I was in motion. I now know it was the
       magic sword that warned me, but suddenly, I was whirling to face
       her. She moved toward me, surprised at the fact that I'd somehow
       anticipated her attack. Her black dagger arced toward me, almost too
       fast to follow. I jumped backward and swung my blade, but she
       ducked under it and continued her advance.

       I moved faster than I ever had. She brought down the dagger to block
       my thrust. As the sound of metal clashing filled my ears, for a
       moment, I saw into her mind. Only a glimpse, but enough to see
       where she was going, after she finished me off. So startled was I, I
       almost died then, as she parried my attack and returned one of her
       own. I only managed to sidestep just in time, but I was unable to
       entirely avoid her swipe. It wasn't until she'd backed up a step that I
       felt the burning sensation in my chest and realized I'd been cut.

       I moved in again, as I felt a slow trickle of blood descend past my
       stomach. I wondered how bad it was. She moved in and our blades
       met. Once again, her mind was laid open to me. Somehow the sword
       was responsible, though I didn't understand its power at the time.
       The speed of her attacks increased and I was forced to fall back
       against the furious onslaught. I began to feel dizzy and almost
       tripped. Then I felt a wall against my back. Alicia smiled
       triumphantly.

       For a moment, I didn't think I could defend myself. Then,
       summoning the last of my strength, I pushed off the wall. My fury
       surprised her and she fell over backwards, rolling to get away. I
       stayed with her. If I allowed her to regain her feet, it would be over.

       I fell upon her, striking down with the hilt of my sword. She tried to
       defend herself, but the urgency with which I assaulted her was more
       than she could take. I continued my attack, until she moved no
       longer. I rolled to the side and made it to my feet, albeit somewhat
       shakily.

       I wasn't certain she was dead and wasn't about to find out. Instead, I
       hobbled down the street. Nearby, in one of the deserted houses, lived
       my real enemy. Fatigued as I was, I continued onward. One way or
       another, it would end today.

       It wasn't difficult to find the place. The image from Alicia's mind still
       burned clearly in my consciousness. Perhaps at another time, I might
       have questioned the source of that information, but rage propelled
       me. I only wanted to put an end to the running. The sun was already
       low in the sky, but the proximity of nightfall no longer concerned me.
       The burning in my chest was beginning to subside, but I still felt
       dizzy. I suppose I was in shock.

       I opened the door with less stealth than a wiser man might have
       employed, but fortunately, there was no one waiting. Inside, a flight
       of stairs disappeared into the gloom above. I waited for my eyes to
       adjust, before continuing. Fresh footprints in the dust led me up the
       stairs and to the first door on the left. I flung the door wide and
       entered.

       A single figure sat alone on the bed reading. I stood there for a long
       moment, unable to come to terms with the sight that awaited me. It
       could not be. "Theona."

       She smiled at me. "At your service."

       I shook my head. "It's impossible. You're dead. I was at your
       funeral."

       "You saw my body lying in a pool of lamb's blood, the very same
       blood that made it look as if my neck was cut. I don't believe you
       ever ascertained I was actually dead. If they'd buried me, I would
       have had a problem. Escaping from the mausoleum was considerably
       easier. I had to trust Alicia to release me, of course. Your intrusion
       aided me there."

       I sank to one knee, barely able to believe what I was hearing. "But
       why?"

       I met her eyes and for a long moment, she said nothing. Then she
       doubled over in pain, clutching the sides of her head. At first I
       thought it was some sort of ruse, but as the minutes passed, I wasn't
       as sure. Finally, a wisp of whiteness flowed from her ear. As I
       watched in muted horror, it began to take shape. When it was done, I
       was staring at the less than solid form of a child. "Congratulations.
       You've won again. Finding the Sword of Truth was a particularly
       nice move. I'd forgotten it was there." I didn't hear the words.
       Somehow, they were placed directly into my mind.

       I was only confused for a moment, before a terrible pain ripped
       through me. I've never felt anything like it in my entire life. When I
       again had the presence of mind to raise my head, a second phantom,
       nearly identical to the first, stood nearby, no doubt having emerged
       from inside me. 

       "What are you?" I asked through clenched teeth.

       "We are passengers, the spirits of children that have died before our
       time. We ride the minds of other creatures, maneuvering the lives of
       our hosts at will. Competition is fierce and the game is everything to
       us. The rules are simple. One passenger plays the assassin,
       attempting to create a dangerous situation for the other, who is called
       the target. According to the rules, the assassin can't actually threaten
       the target directly. 

       If that target lives long enough to successfully identify the host , then
       it wins and the round is over. Had Baron Kelrak dispatched you, or a
       member of the Assassin's Guild, I'd have won."

       "Then you cheated. You placed a reward on my head."

       "No. Alicia did that on her own to protect me. I simply manipulated
       her."

       Slowly, I rose to my feet, too exhausted to feel the anger I knew
       should be there. "What gives you the right?"

       "The right of those that are stronger to use those that are weaker, any
       way they choose."

       Before I could answer, the two children faded from sight. For them,
       it was all just a game, liked they played when they were alive. Like
       children everywhere, they really didn't understand the repercussions
       of their actions. Driven only by the need to win, the passengers
       would do anything to anyone. They did not value life. How many
       other tales of adventure might never have come to pass, without the
       passengers and their games? I wondered what would happen now
       that they were gone. 

       I looked at Theona. She stared at me, the mixture of emotions on her
       face beyond my ability to read. "You never would have approached
       me, if it weren't for them." 

       She shrugged. "We'll never really know that, will we?"

       And that was the truth. Neither of us could possibly know what had
       been our will and what had been the caused by the influence of the
       passengers. I looked at her as if she were a complete stranger. Come
       to think of it, it wasn't far from the truth.

       "I'm sorry, Alaric. I never would have hurt you."

       I wanted to believe her, but too much had happened. I remained
       silent, watching her.

       "You know I can't go home again." She looked almost as if she
       might cry. As bad as it had been for me, it was worse for her. I'd lost
       relatively little in this transaction and gained a magic sword in the
       bargain. The Sword of Truth, the passenger had called it. She'd lost
       her family, her wealth and her social status.

       I wanted to say something kind, some of my old feelings perhaps still
       lingering, but could think of nothing. "What will you do now?"

       She stood and moved toward me. "You know, it all may have
       happened for a reason. I may have never looked twice at you, but
       now, well, it's different for me."

       I wasn't certain whether she spoke out of desire or desperation. At
       that moment it didn't really matter. If she didn't love me yet, we
       would have the time to work into it. I opened my arms and she came
       to me. She cried for a long time, and I held her until she finally grew
       calm. Perhaps it wouldn't last, but I chose not to think about the
       possibility. At that moment, only one thing mattered to me.

       Theona and I were together at last.

Part 7

It is a source of constant amazement to me that Theona and I managed
       to avoid trouble for a year after the passenger incident. After all, we
       had several things working against us.

       First there was Theona herself. While she was always pleasant
       enough to me, the fact is she had spent most of her life as the
       daughter of a noble and had not yet grown accustomed to what was
       expected of a commoner. It is not that she was angry, but rather she
       was constantly frustrated by the fact that I was the only one that cared
       what she thought or felt. For Theona, this was not a natural state of
       affairs.

       Then there was the fact that I was qualified for precious little besides
       guard duty, which meant I was constantly in the company of a rough
       and tumble crowd. Their idea of a good time was getting drunk,
       going out into the woods and looking for bandits to abuse. More
       often than not, the only action was a brawl amongst ourselves, which
       was fine. In our various states of inebriation, we wouldn't have been
       able to handle anyone who'd actually meant us harm.

       The final ingredient that worked against us was that, due to financial
       concerns, we were forced to live in a rather nasty neighborhood.
       Though many still thought I was a high ranking assassin, others were
       not aware of the fact. More than once, I had to teach one of the
       thug-like denizens of the sector a lesson they would not soon forget.
       After my first set of adventures, it was all rather anticlimactic. 

       Strangely enough, it was none of those elements that propelled me
       into a new set of adventures. It began again on a cold evening in a
       tavern called the Wicked Warlock. Theona and I were unhappily
       sober, as the rent was soon due and we didn't want to spend the last
       of our money on ale. Around us, the Warlock was filled with the
       usual crowd of malcontents. Warriors with no wars, merchants with
       no merchandise and various scrapings from the bottom of the bowl of
       humanity. Theona and I fit right in.

       I was in the middle of one of those stupid arguments that seem
       important at the time, but a day later are beyond recall. I think Theona
       had accused me of looking at one of the ladies for hire and I was
       busily trying to deny it. It was business as usual.

       I was too busy trying to exonerate myself to notice the stranger that
       had entered. Areet, the bartender, grabbed my arm. I looked at him
       and he gestured with his head. It was only then that I noticed that the
       rest of the Warlock had fallen silent.

       The newcomer was a large man, with bulging muscles, a bald head, a
       thick black mustache that looked like the haft of a broom and a
       swagger that spoke volumes about his confidence. I had seldom seen
       anyone that I disliked more at first sight.

       He moved across the bar as if he owned it and every eye followed his
       progress. As if by mutual agreement, no word was uttered. Perhaps
       everyone else present felt as I did. This man was an invader into our
       domain and should have been more cautious. It was a caution to me
       that he wasn't.

       Areet released my arm and moved toward him. I felt a throbbing at
       my hip. Surprised I looked down. The sword of truth, which had not
       bothered me for more than a year, was suddenly awake, in a way I
       had never experienced. I placed my hand on the hilt and made my
       way in his direction, ignoring Theona's questioning stare.

       He barely glanced up at me, even when I stood directly beside him.
       Areet took his order and returned with a bottle and a glass. He set the
       pair before the man, looked at me oddly and backed away. The man
       poured half a glass of some amber liquid, tossed it down, studied the
       glass for a few moments and then turned to regard me.

       I returned his gaze with more confidence that I felt. I instinctively
       knew that this man was out of my league.

       For a long moment, he said nothing. When he spoke his voice was
       softer than I thought it would be, but for all that, it was the harshest
       sound I ever heard. "Something I can do for you?"

       I smiled, though my legs felt weak. "Perhaps."

       He grunted and turned back to his bottle. "And what might that be,
       little man?"

       The sword of truth was burning hot against my leg and for a moment,
       I wondered what I was doing. Then, without any conscious decision
       on my part, the weapon was in my hand. The stranger was off his
       stool in the same moment, holding a heavy looking broadsword in a
       fist that was larger than it had any right to be. "If you're trying to
       impress the lady, I think you should reconsider."

       I wanted desperately to answer, but I found myself unable. First I
       thought of the passengers but this was somehow different. It was as
       if some external force had taken control of my body. Without
       warning, I leapt forward and swung my sword in a vicious arc.

       The stranger parried it, easily. The moment our swords met, his mind
       was laid opened to me. I saw a large iron box, locked with a padlock,
       in a room that looked familiar. He returned my attack with one of his
       own and I jumped backwards and shook myself. Behind me, I could
       hear Theona trying to get my attention.

       The sneer that settled on his face did little to assist his appearance. He
       came at me, but I was ready, knocking aside his thrust with more
       than a little effort. Once again our blades met. Again, I saw the box,
       but this time, recognized the setting. It was a room in a run down inn
       not far from here. Theona and I had spent some time there, before we
       found our current domicile.

       I had no time to think, before he attacked again. As I turned his
       thrust, his memories became mine. In a recent battle he'd hurt his left
       leg. It was all I needed to know.

       I moved in closer, brought my blade up as if to attack and kicked him
       as hard as I could in his knee. My opponent screamed in pain and for
       just long enough, dropped his guard. My own swipe was right on
       target. I felt my blade bite deeply into his arm and a moment later, his
       sword clattered to the ground. I wanted desperately to stop then, but
       my body was not my own. I moved in closer, swinging my blade
       with more speed and skill than I thought I'd possessed. He tried to
       back off, but with an injured knee, could not avoid my attack. Only
       when he lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood, did I stop.

       Theona was at my side, looking as if she didn't know me. At that
       moment, I wasn't certain I knew myself. At least I'd regained control
       of my limbs. I turned toward her and tried to find the words to
       explain what had happened. She managed to find her voice first.
       "What have you done?"

       "I wish I knew."

       Numerous whispered conversations created a background buzz,
       while I still wrestled with the task of explaining. After a short while, I
       gave up. How could I explain a thing that I did not understand
       myself? "Come on. We have to go."

       She looked at me uncertainly, but didn't resist when I grabbed her
       arm. As I passed through the crowd of regulars, for the first time in
       my life, I heard the name Swifthand. Though it would be several
       more years before it caught on, I am certain it was that night that
       earned me the name.

       Theona and I entered into the cold of night. She didn't ask where we
       were going, nor did I tell her. Darkness closed in around us, as we
       made our way toward the White Boar Inn. I don't know how, but I
       was certain that in a locked iron box held at least some of the answers
       about what had happened this night.

Part 8

To Be Continued...