“Eastwall Mountains!” The dwarf’s mouth dropped open. “We’ll need to fly all right, to reach Xak Tsaroth in two days time. Shining being! Hah!” He snapped his fingers.
The rest glanced uneasily at each other. Finally Tanis said hesitantly, “I’m afraid the dwarf is right, Forestmaster. The journey to Xak Tsaroth would be long and perilous. We would have to go back through lands we know are inhabited by goblins and these draconians.”
“And then we would have to pass through the Plains,” Riverwind spoke for the first time since meeting the Forestmaster. “Our lives are forfeit.” He gestured toward Goldmoon. “The Que-shu are fierce fighters and they know the land. They are waiting. We would never get through safely.” He looked at Tanis. “And my people have no love for elves.”
“And why go to Xak Tsaroth anyway?” Caramon rumbled. “Greatest gift-what could that be? A powerful sword? A chest of steel coins? That would come in handy, but there’s battle brewing up north apparently. I’d hate to miss it.”
The Forestmaster nodded gravely. “I understand your,dilemma,” she said. “I offer what help is in my power. I will see to it that you reach Xak Tsaroth in two days. The question is, will you go?”
Tanis turned to the others. Sturm’s face was drawn. He met Tanis’s look and sighed. “The stag led us here,” he said slowly, “perhaps to receive this advice. But my heart lies north, in my homeland. If armies of these draconians are preparing to attack, my place is with those Knights who will surely band together to fight this evil. Still, I do not want to desert you, Tanis, or you, lady.” He nodded to Goldmoon, then slumped down, his aching head in his hands.
Caramon shrugged. “I’ll go anywhere, fight anything, Tanis. You know that. What say you, brother?”
But Raistlin, staring into the darkness, did not answer.
Goldmoon and Riverwind were speaking together in low voices. They nodded to each other, then Goldmoon said to Tanis, “We will go to Xak Tsaroth. We appreciate everything you’ve done for us-”
“But we ask for no man’s help any longer,” Riverwind stated proudly. “This is the completion of our quest. As we began alone, so we will finish it alone.”
“And you will die alone!” Raistlin said softly.
Tanis shivered. “Raistlin,” he said, “a word with you.”
The mage turned obediently and walked with the half-elf into a small thicket of gnarled and stunted trees. Darkness closed around them.
“Just like the old days,” Caramon said, his eyes following hismbrother uneasily.
“And look at all the trouble we got into then,” Flint reminded him, plopping down onto the grass.
“I wonder what they talk about?” Tasslehoff said. Long ago, the kender had tried to eavesdrop on these private conversations between the mage and the half-elf, but Tanis had always caught him and shooed him away. “And why can’t they discuss it with us?”
“Because we’d probably rip Raistlin’s heart out,” Sturm answered, in a low, pain-filled voice. “I don’t care what you say, Caramon, there’s a dark side to your brother, and Tanis has seen it. For which I’m grateful. He can deal with it. I couldn’t.”
Uncharacteristically, Caramon said nothing. Sturm stared at the warrior, startled. In the old days, the fighter would have leaped to his brother’s defense. Now he sat silent, preoccupied, his face troubled. So there is a dark side to Raistlin, and now Caramon, too, knows what it is. Sturm shuddered, wondering what had happened in these past five years that cast such a dark shadow across the cheerful warrior.
Raistlin walked close to Tanis. The mage’s arms were crossed in the sleeves of his robes, his head bowed in thought. Tanis could feel the heat of Raistlin’s body radiate through the red robes, as though he were being consumed by an inner fire. As usual, Tanis felt uncomfortable in the young mage’s presence. Yet, right now, he knew of no one else he could turn to for advice. “What do you know of Xak Tsaroth?” Tanis asked.
“There was a temple there-a temple to the ancient gods,” Raistlin whispered. His eyes glittered in the eerie light of the red moon. “It was destroyed in the Cataclysm and its people fled, certain that the gods had abandoned them. It passed from memory. I did not know it still existed.”