Dream of Legends (41 page)

“You are smilin’,” the thick voice of Cenwald abruptly entered his mental refuge. “What are ya thinkin’ of?”

Wulfstan slowly opened his eyes, and turned to look at his companion. “What all of us must do before the battle begins. Think of the reasons we must fight, and the reasons why we must fight hard, and survive this.”

The thoughts gave him a little peace, before he gave himself over to sleep, and the inevitable dream images; of a great conflagration, and his own passage up into a sunny sky, like the one that he had seen that day.

Words that he always heard in the dream, ‘Bring them into the world,’ resonated in his memory, even if the only thing he could ever think of involved old dragon tales.

He truly wished that he could bring dragons to join their armies. Creatures out of myth and legend would be quite a wonderful addition to the Saxan cause, and would be a powerful way for him to honor the reasons for his own part in the coming war.

The thought made him feel a little melancholy, as the only contribution that he would be bringing to the battlefield would be his own life, and his single sword. Yet that would still be the least that he could do for everything and everyone that he loved, even if he deeply wished that he could do much more.

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Gunther

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The word spread quickly among the Unguhur populace about the victory over the enemy forces up on the surface. The Unguhur of the underground stone city had never before interfered in the affairs of the upper world, but they all recognized the common threat that they and the Saxans were facing.

An ebullient mood fanned rapidly amongst the great creatures, though the celebrations were tempered by the sobering notion that there would be much more yet to face. All were aware that they were facing an implacable, determined enemy, but they still allowed themselves a little period of enjoyment after having won the first encounter so thoroughly. From the ambush in the dark passageway, to the trap set out in the forest for the fleeing Avanorans and their allies, it was undeniably a resounding success.

Even with the apprehensions plaguing him, the tidings lifted Gunther’s spirits out of the gloomy mood that he had remained in since he had come to the aid of the outlanders, in the outer forest region of Wessachia.

Adding to the upswing in his feelings was the fact that his Jaghuns were being well cared for, and were exhibiting better demeanors than he would have expected, given that they had been removed from their natural environment. He had just finished spending a good length of time with them, wrestling and playing with the boisterious creatures.

Gunther had been reassured to see that they all had very full bellies due to the beneficence of the Unguhur. Gunther admittedly hated leaving them behind, and the creatures displayed a little agitation when he had departed, but he knew that they would be a hindrance for what he was about to do.

Gunther’s step was a little lighter, and his head felt much clearer, as he ascended the ladder to the roof opening just above him. At the top, he pushed himself up, to come to stand in the forward-most area of one of the Unguhur terrace-dwellings.

He walked straight ahead, moving towards the stone-carved entrance to the dwelling’s frontal chamber. The woodsman paused at the opening, poking his head partially into the dark interior. He was relieved to see that all of his new wards were gathered together in the interior of the chamber, and that he would not have to track any of them down.

“Come, there are some things that I would like to retrieve up in my home, now that the invading vermin have been driven back for a time,” Gunther promptly informed the four exiles.

They were spread apart, seated on the smooth stone ledges along the walls. Their faces were barely lit by the small amount of light filtering down through the opening in the middle of the ceiling. Gunther mused that they must have been content to sit in the dimness, as he did not see any of the portable stones with the glowing fungus within the chamber.

“I thought that you might like to take a walk, and get away from Oranim for a little while,” Gunther then added, a little less curtly.

Erin and Ryan politely declined the offer. Gunther could see that the two were displaying undeniable, physical evidence of fatigue, though he found their rejection to be a little unusual, as they seemed to be the two who had been chafing the most for a surface excursion.

Lee and Lynn, though looking quite tired themselves, still appeared eager enough to engage in some activity, as both accepted the invitation with manifest enthusiasm. The two got to their feet, Lee’s back popping audibly as he arched backwards and stretched it out.

“To be in my twenties again,” Lee remarked, as he looked to the others with a grin. He then nodded towards Gunther. “I’m good to go.”

Lee and Lynn then walked out of the chamber behind Gunther, leaving their other companions behind. They continued over to the square opening to the next lower chamber, Gunther taking the lead as they proceeded down through the lower dwellings.

Gunther noticed their hesitancy as they moved through the lower dwellings, one of which was occupied by an Unguhur female who was just about to engage in cooking a meal of fish. She barely cast them a glance as they moved through, as the Unguhur were well-used to those of the higher terraces moving through the lower dwellings on their way to the ground level.

Gunther found the apprehension of the exiles a little strange, adding to a number of other indications that reinforced the notion that they came from a world that held an unsual amount of privacy for individuals. By their own words, the exiles were not of the nobility of their world, yet they behaved as if they had regularly enjoyed the kinds of privileges that only kings, queens, and greater nobles were afforded in Ave. Gunther intended to discuss that particular matter in depth with them, at a later time, as he found it immensely intriguing.

After exiting the dwelling at the ground level, Gunther led the others straight down towards the waterside. The lake looked as placid as ever, as the cool waters gently lapped at the rocky shoreline. The water surface shimmered all around the huge lake, casting its ethereal, dynamic tapestry upon the cavern’s rock surfaces.

A few of the Unguhur’s giant rafts were moored just a short distance down the shore to the left. They floated lightly, where they were tethered securely by fiber ropes looped around large rocks resting just out of the water’s reach. The rafts were attended casually by a trio of the humans’ hulking benefactors, who were sitting on the ground a few strides away from the mooring rocks.

They had a portable slab of flat rock in their midst, upon which they were casting handfuls of bones in a variety of shapes. It was an Unguhur game that Gunther had not yet learned the specifics of, though he guessed that it probably had some elements familiar to the games of dice played by humans.

The three Unguhur ceased in their play, quickly rising at the approach of the human trio. They towered over Gunther as he drew nearer, silently regarding him with their naturally melancholic expressions.

After a short inquiry, Gunther secured the assistance of one of the Unguhur to guide them by raft. He explained to the creature that their desire was to go back to the mushroom forest which rested at the base of the carved rock passage leading up to his home.

The Unguhur agreed without hesitation, and then enlisted one of its companions to assist in the trip. Gunther, Lee, and Lynn boarded the nearest raft, and in a few moments the watercraft was being paddled across the lake.

They continued past several other rafts, whose occupants were engaged in fishing activities. As always, several of the other Unguhur paused and looked upon the surface folk with great curiosity.

The few gallidils that were around paid them little heed as the lengthy creatures drifted along the lake surface. Always interested in creatures of the wild, Gunther marveled at more than one enormous specimen that he espied gliding within the dark waters.

There were a couple of other rafts that were also heading in the direction of the underground forest. The pilot of Gunther’s raft had to slow down considerably as they came very close to bumping the rear of one of the other rafts, just within the narrow tunnel that led from the lake cavern to the fungal forest. They barely avoided a collision with the raft, and proceeded through the tunnel at a slower rate. At last, they entered the cavern with the unusual forest that the Unguhur had cultivated so painstakingly, entailing extraordinary amounts of labor.

Their guide maneuvered them towards an open berth on the right shorefront, near to where the other rafts were already coming to rest. The raft pilot tossed a thick fibrous rope to another Unguhur who was standing on the shore. Catching it, the creature tied the other end around a boulder-sized rock, before catching a second rope, and repeating the process with another boulder. The raft was fairly snug against the natural rock quay when it came to rest in its final position.

Gunther cast his gaze into the fungal forest beyond the landing, and saw the presence of large numbers of Unguhur within the glowing cavern. By their garb, Gunther knew that they were full-fledged warriors. They were gathered in small groups, scattered amid the teeming arrays of mushroom stalks.

Most were seated upon the ground, arranged into rough circles as they conversed amongst themselves. They had stacked their long spears together, near to where they were positioned, leaning them against fungal stalks so that it would be easy to grasp the weapons if the need suddenly arose.

The prevailing mood among the warriors was very relaxed, a general spirit that was comforting to Gunther as they made their way from the shore. The human trio strode up the long pathway through the towering stalks, heading towards the passage opening on the far side of the cavern.

The warriors conveyed no indication of immediate worries or cautions in their postures or expressions, dispositions that certainly would have been in evidence if there was even a remote chance of an impending strike. Gunther took increasing reassurance from the sight. As skilled and resourceful as the Unguhur were in the nuances of cave dwelling and surviving in a sunless world, they were also quite formidable scouts and trackers. Nothing could easily come within their vicinity without the creatures being aware of it well in advance, especially when they were in a very heightened state of alertness.

The Unguhur warriors, while recognizing the presence of the three humans in their midst, paid them little attention and made no move to obstruct their passage. The humans continued upward, trekking through the far end of the cavern and heading directly into the darkened tunnel beyond.

Several Unguhur warriors cooperated readily after the humans had traversed the incline, and neared the top of the passage. They pulled aside blockading materials in order to open up a tiny passageway to allow access to Gunther’s surface dwelling. Gunther and his companions worked through the narrow channel carefully, having to squeeze through with a concerted effort at some points.

Interacting with a couple of the warriors, Gunther learned that the Unguhur had several eyes watching on the surface, and that no enemies threatened at the moment. The warriors cautioned them to return with haste if the enemy suddenly arrived, as they would not be able to hold off for long before reforming the dense barricade of the lower passage.

After having scraped and shouldered their way through the tight passage, the trio walked unimpeded through the rear opening into Gunther’s home. The initial sight that met him was disheartening.

Lynn and Lee appeared to be even more unnerved than Gunther about the condition of the main room, as looks of dismay rapidly spread upon their faces. Gunther’s mouth tensed into the foundation of a rigid, stony demeanor, which forcibly suppressed the open venting of painful feelings inside. He effectively felt stabbed in the spirit, and was not a little angered at the brazen violation of his home.

The place had incurred considerable damage from the invaders, as the few wooden furnishings that Gunther owned had been smashed into fragments. The beaten earth floor, which still had the old straw strewn about it, was covered with numerous chunks and splinters of wood.

“I still have myself in one piece … even if my possessions are not,” Gunther stated tersely to the others, noticing their expressions at the stark vision of vandalism.

They looked back at Gunther with a significant degree of disbelief. He quickly rationalized that they were half-expecting him to vent, and outwardly express some sort of sorrow or frustration.

Gunther, though far from joyous, kept an unmoving, serious mien fixed on his face, as he made his way slowly across the room towards the front door. His leather shoes crunched on the shards and pieces of wood underfoot, as he felt the iron of a broken-off chest hinge bite into his right sole.

Withdrawing his single-edged dagger from a sheath at his hip, he knelt down by a patch of ground that was just to the right of the entrance. Almost at once, he began hacking away at the tightly packed earth. Chunks of dirt went flying, the likes of which prompted him to perodically pause in his digging to clear away from a widening hole.

After several minutes of excavating, his dagger finally struck something solid. The tip stuck in place with the jarring impact. Gunther tugged the dagger free with a jerk, and began to chip away more carefully at the dirt.

Fastidiously, the process dragging on, Gunther proceeded to remove the debris slowly, revealing the form of a rectangular chest that had been buried beneath the earthen floor. Gunther carved and scooped around the sides of the timber chest, piling up dirt on all sides as the hole deepened around the container. With a few jostles, and extra scooping out around the bottom edges, the chest finally came loose.

Gunther gripped the chest at its far ends and pulled it free from the ground. He turned and set the chest down on the floor by the edge of the new hole.

“They did not get this,” Gunther stated with a bittersweet countenance on his face, feeling both melancholy and triumphant as he looked down upon the iron-banded chest. He then repeated more softly, “They did not get this.”