The Lion of Farside by John Dalmas

The old man stopped then, and Macurdy asked no more. After a minute he lay a paw on a bent shoulder and squeezed lightly, then got up and left.

The six of them rode back to the inn for the midday meal. Afterward, Macurdy, Melody, and Jeremid took a room with money Tossi provided, then rode northward, killing time with exploration, while Blue Wing flew high, learning the land far more widely than they could.

Meanwhile the dwarves, with their ponies and a pack horse, returned to town to carry out their part of the plan. When they’d finished their business for the day, the youngest of them, Yxhaft Vorelsson Rich Lode, rode back out to the inn, where he sat in the pot room nursing a short mug of ale till the tallfolk got back. After a supper of pot roast and boiled potatoes, they all went to the small room the three tallfolk were to share. Tossi, Yxhaft said, had seen to everything agreed on. As for security—during the day there’d been a single guard in each of the rather widely-spaced watch shelters on the town walls, but it was logical to expect two or more at night, to keep each other awake. He also mapped the whereabouts of the ground-floor apartment Tossi had rented. “If yer uncertain,” he finished, “there’ll be a small sign by the door, with dwarf runes in charcoal, tellin’ those who can read it—and I doubt there’s one such in all Gormin Town, except ourselves—that ‘here dwell three sons of the Rich Lode Clan.’ ”

He grinned at Macurdy then, for he was a youth as dwarves go. “It has a cellar hole,” he went on, “and its own weed patch in back, with its own privy. We’ve put the anvil block on the cellar lid, and strewed sand over the floor, as one might to prevent fires startin’ from the forge. It’s a poor place for smithin’, but who’d know except a smith?

“Oh! And Tossi got a letter of retainer from the reeve, which no doubt we can use, if we need to, as a pass to get through the gate. Should they start keepin’ folks in, which I expect they will.”

Then Yxhaft left, riding back to town.

According to the innkeeper, the town gates closed at sundown, or on cloudy days when dusk began to thicken. And because of recent disorders, there was a curfew. So when the sun was low, Macurdy, Melody, and Jeremid walked the half-mile to town, chatting and laughing deliberately as they approached the gate. They entered without being questioned, and strolled the perimeter street, still chatting while Macurdy unobtrusively examined the palisade. Each stair-flight up to the archery walk ended at a watch shelter, and even as they walked, a column of guardsmen marched past them, pausing to send three to each shelter, replacing the one on day watch.

“We’ll have to figure out some other way,” Jeremid said. “We can do the job tomorrow night.”

Macurdy shook his head. “Tomorrow night’s too late. We need to free them while they’re able-bodied.”

“Maybe we can use a rope with a hook,” Melody suggested. “Throw it onto the archery walk, and climb.”

Macurdy nodded, thinking that the odds of success were not good. Maybe Tossi would have some ideas. It wouldn’t do, though, to be seen going into the dwarves’ apartment, so when twilight came, they sheltered in the shadows of an unpaved alley nearby. Once they heard the hard-booted feet of a street patrol, but didn’t see it. After the curfew bell tolled, Macurdy sent Jeremid out; he’d yowl twice like a cat if everything was clear. A minute later they heard the yowls and slipped out of their alley. Jeremid beckoned, and when they got to him, Kittul Kendersson stood with the door ajar. “In! In!” he rumbled softly, then closed it behind them.

The room was lit by the usual lamp—a bowl of oil with a wick on one side. Kittul took them into the room fitted as a smithy, and grinning, waved around. “The reeve provided all of it: forge, anvil, tongs, hammer, quenchin’ tank—everything.”

They’re hungry for dwarf steel here, Macurdy thought. There were coarse sacks of charcoal, too, and from behind them, Kittul took a rope with knots at intervals. At one end was a triple grab hook that he held up chuckling. “Just made it. Thought it might be useful.”

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