“We have not heard these rumors,” the cleric answered. “So far as we know, the road to the north is clear.”
“Ah, that’s what comes of listening to drunken companions.” Sturm shrugged. “But what is this necessity you speak of that drives the brethren out into such foul weather?”
“We seek a staff,” the cleric answered readily. “A blue crystal staff. We heard that it had been sighted in Solace. Do you know aught of it?”
“Yes,” Sturm answered. “I heard of such a staff in Solace. I heard of the armies to the north from the same companions. Am I to believe these stories or not?”
This appeared to confound the cleric for a moment. He glanced around, as if uncertain how to react.
“Tell me,” said Sturm, lounging back against the fence, “why do you seek a blue crystal staff? Surely one of plain, sturdy wood would suit you reverend gentlemen better.”
“It is a sacred staff of healing,” the cleric replied gravely. “One of our brothers is sorely ill; he will die without the blessed touch of this holy relic.”
“Healing?” Sturm raised his eyebrows. “A sacred staff of healing would be of great value. How did you come to misplace such a rare and wonderful object?”
“We did not misplace it!” the cleric snarled. Tanis saw the man’s wrapped hands clench in anger. “It was stolen from our holy order. We tracked the foul thief to a barbarian village in the Plains, then lost his trail. There are rumors of strange doings in Solace, however, and it is there we go.” He gestured to the back of the cart. “This dismal journey is but little sacrifice for us compared to the pain and agony our brother endures.”
“I’m afraid I cannot help-” Sturm began.
“I can help you!” called a clear voice from beside Tanis. He reached out, but he was too late. Goldmoon had risen from the brush and was walking determinedly to the road, pushing aside tree branches and brambles. Riverwind jumped to his feet and crashed through the shrubbery after her.
“Goldmoon!” Tanis risked a piercing whisper.
“I must know!” was all she said.
The clerics, hearing Goldmoon’s voice, glanced at each other knowingly, nodding their hooded heads. Tanis sensed trouble, but before he could say anything, Caramon jumped to his feet.
“The Plainsmen are not leaving me behind in a ditch while they have all the fun!” Caramon stated, plunging through the thicket after Riverwind.
“Has everyone gone mad?” Tanis growled. He grabbed Tasslehoff by his shirt collar, dragging the kender back as he was about to leap joyfully after Caramon. “Flint, watch the kender. Raistlin-”
“No need to worry about me, Tanis,” the mage whispered. “I have no intention of going out there.”
“Right. Well, stay here.” Tanis rose to his feet and slowly started forward, an “eerie feeling” creeping over him.
8
Search for truth. Unexpected answers.
“I can help you.” Goldmoon’s clear voice rang out like a pure, silver bell. The Chieftain’s Daughter saw Sturm’s shocked face; she understood Tanis’ warning.
But this was not the act of a foolish, hysterical woman. Goldmoon was far from that. She had ruled her tribe in all but name for ten years, ever since sickness had struck her father like a lightning bolt, leaving him unable to speak clearly or to move his right arm and leg. She had led her people in times of war with neighboring tribes and in times of peace. She had confounded attempts to wrest her power from her. She knew that what she was doing now was dangerous. These strange clerics filled her with loathing. But they obviously knew something about this staff, and she had to know the answer.
“I am the bearer of the blue crystal staff,” Goldmoon said, approaching the leader of the clerics, her head held proudly. “But we did not steal it; the staff was given to us.”
Riverwind stepped to one side of her, Sturm to the other. Caramon came charging through the brush and stood behind her, his hand on his sword hilt, an eager grin on his face.
“So you say,” the cleric said in a soft, sneering voice. He stared at the plain brown staff in her hand with avid, black, gleaming eyes, then reached out his wrapped hand to take it. Goldmoon swiftly clasped the staff to her body.