The constable put his whistle to his lips, but he never made a sound. One of the figures knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his sword, while the other two rushed the guards, who immediately fled. The hooded figures faced the companions.
“Who are you?” Tanis asked, astounded at his sudden freedom. The hooded and cloaked figures reminded him of the hooded draconians they had fought outside of Solace. Sturm pulled Alhana behind him.
“Have we escaped one danger only to find a worse?” Tanis demanded. “Unmask yourselves!”
But one of the hooded men turned to Sturm, his hands raised in the air. “Oth Tsarthon a Paran” he said.
Sturm gasped. “Est Tsarthai en Paranaith” he replied, then he turned to Tanis. “Knights of Solamnia,” he said, gesturing at the three men.
“Knights?” Tanis asked in astonishment. “Why-”
“There is no time for explanation, Sturm Brightblade.” one of the knights said in Common, his accent thick. “The guards will return soon. Come with us.”
“Not so fast!” Flint growled, his feet planted firmly in the street, his hands breaking off the handle of a hauberk so that it suited his short stature. “You’ll find time for explanations or I’m not going! How’d you know the knight’s name and how came you to be waiting for us?”
“Oh, just run him through!” sang a shrill voice out of the shadows. “Leave his body to feed the crows. Not that they’ll bother; there’s few in this world who can stomach dwarf-”
“Satisfied?” Tanis turned to Flint, who was red-faced with rage.
“Someday,” vowed the dwarf, “I’ll kill that kender.”
Whistles sounded from the street behind them. With no more hesitation, the companions followed the knights through twisting, rat-infested alleys. Saying he had business to attend to, Tas disappeared before Tanis could catch hold of him. The half-elf noticed that the knights didn’t seem at all surprised by this, nor did they try to stop Tas. They refused, however, to answer any questions, just kept hurrying the group along until they entered the ruins-the old city of Tarsus the Beautiful.
Here the knights stopped. They had brought the companions to a part of the city where no one ever came now. The streets were broken and empty, reminding Tanis strongly of the ancient city of Xak Tsaroth. Taking Sturm by the arm, the knights led him a short distance from his friends and began to confer in Solamnic, leaving the others to rest.
Tanis, leaning against a building, looked around with interest. What remained standing of the buildings on this street was impressive, much more beautiful than the modern city. He saw that Tarsis the Beautiful must have deserved its name before the Cataclysm. Now nothing but huge blocks of granite lay tumbled about. Vast courtyards were choked and overgrown with weeds turned brown by the biting winter wands.
He walked over to sit down on a bench with Gilthanas, who was talking to Alhana. The elflord introduced him.
“Alhana Starbreeze, Tanis Half-Elven” Gilthanas said. “Tanis lived among the Qualinesti for many years. He is the son of my uncle’s wife.”
Alhana drew back the veil from her face and regarded Tanis coldly. Son of my uncle’s wife, was a polite way of saying Tanis was illegitimate, otherwise Gilthanas world have introduced him as the “son of my uncle.”The half-elf flushed, the old pain returning forcibly, hurting as much now as it had fifty years before. He wondered if he would ever be free of it.
Scratching his beard, Tanis said harshly, “My mother was raped by human warriors during years of darkness following the Cataclysm. The Speaker kindly took me in following her death and raised me as his own.”
Alhana’s dark eyes grew darker until they were pools of night. She raised her eyebrows. “Do you see a need to apologize for your heritage?” she asked in a chill voice.
“N-no…” Tanis stammered, his face burning. “I-”
“Then do not,” she said, and she turned away from him to Gilthanas. “You asked why I came to Tarsis! I came seeking aid. I must return to Silvanesti to search for my father.”
“Return to Silvanesti?” Gilthanas repeated. “We-my people did not know the Silvanesti elves had left their ancient homeland. No wonder we lost contact-“
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