But how could he do that fighting a bunch of clerics, he wondered bitterly, the trail dimming before his eyes. He stumbled, caught himself quickly. Huma had fought dragons. Give me dragons, Sturm dreamed. He lifted his eyes. The leaves blurred into a golden mist and he knew he was going to faint. Then he blinked. Everything came sharply into focus.
Before him rose Prayer’s Eye Peak. He and his companions had arrived at the foot of the old, glacial mountain. He could see trails twisting and winding up the wooded slope, trails used by Solace residents to reach picnic spots on the eastern side of the Peak. Next to one of the well-worn paths stood a white stag. Sturm stared. The stag was the most magnificent animal the knight had ever seen. It was huge, standing several hands taller than any other stag the knight had hunted. It held its head proudly, its splendid rack gleaming like a crown. Its eyes were deep brown against its pure white fur, and it gazed at the knight intently, as if it knew him. Then, with a slight shake of its head, the stag bounded away to the southwest.
“Stop!” the knight called out hoarsely.
The others whirled around in alarm, drawing weapons. Tanis came running back to him. “What is it, Sturm?”
The knight involuntarily put his hand to his aching head.
“I’m sorry, Sturm,” Tanis said. “I didn’t realize you were as sick as this. We can rest. We’re at the foot of Prayer’s Eye Peak. I’m going to climb the mountain and see-”
“No! Look!” The knight gripped Tanis’s shoulder and turned him around. He pointed. “See it? The white stag!”
“The white stag?” Tanis stared in the direction the knight indicated. “Where? I don’t-”
“There,” Sturm said softly. He took a few steps forward, toward the animal who had stopped and seemed to be waiting for him. The stag nodded its great head. It darted away again, just a few steps, then turned to face the knight once more. “He wants us to follow him,” Sturm gasped. “Like Huma!”
The others had gathered around the knight now, regarding him with expressions that ranged from deeply concerned to obviously skeptical.
“I see no stag of any color,” Riverwind said, his dark eyes scanning the forest.
“Head wound.” Caramon nodded like a charlatan cleric. “C’mon, Sturm, lie down and rest while-”
“You great blithering idiot!” the knight snarled at Caramon. “With your brains in your stomach, it is just as well you do not see the stag. You would probably shoot it and cook it! I tell you this-we must follow it!”
“The madness of the head wound,” Riverwind whispered to Tanis. “I have seen it often.”
“I’m not sure,” Tanis said. He was silent for a few moments. When he spoke, it was with obvious reluctance. “Though I have not seen the white stag myself, I have been with one who has and I have followed it, like in the old man’s story.” His hand absently fingered the ring of twisted ivy leaves that he wore on his left hand, his thoughts with the golden-haired elfmaiden who wept when he left Qualinesti.
“You’re suggesting we follow an animal we can’t even see?” Caramon said, his jaw going slack.
“It would not be the strangest thing we had done,” Raistlin commented sarcastically in his whispering voice. “Though, remember, it was the old man who told the tale of the White Stag and the old man who got us into this-”
“It was our own choice got us into this,” Tanis snapped. “We could have turned the staff over to the High Theocrat and talked our way out of the predicament; we’ve talked our way out of worse. I say we follow Sturm. He has been chosen, apparently, just as Riverwind was chosen to receive the staff-”
“But it’s not even leading us in the right direction!” Caramon argued. “You know as well as I do there are no trails through the western part of the woods. No one ever goes there.”
“All the better,” Goldmoon said suddenly. “Tanis said those creatures must have the paths blocked. Maybe this is a way out. I say we follow the knight.” She turned and started off with Sturm, not even glancing back at the others-obviously accustomed to being obeyed. Riverwind shrugged and shook his head, scowling darkly, but he walked after Goldmoon and the others followed.