Wards of Faerie: The Dark Legacy of Shannara (34 page)

“T
HERE’S AN AIRSHIP COMING IN FROM THE EAST,
” M
IRAI
advised, pointing back toward the Bakrabru airfield from which she had just come. She brushed strands of her blond hair from her face, glancing over her shoulder. “I think it’s flying a Druid flag.”

Redden and Railing leapt to their feet, but Farshaun Req was a little slower to rise. Age played a part in this—he was more than seventy, after all—but mostly it was demonstrative of the way he reacted to almost everything. Slow and measured, no need to hurry, everything in good time. Once on his feet, the other three waiting on him impatiently, he took a moment to stretch limbs cramped from sitting.

For the last two hours he had been engaged in conversation with the twins about ways they might modify their skimmers to make them go faster. No one knew more about building and flying airships than Farshaun. One of the chief reasons the twins had been so eager to accompany Mirai to Bakrabru was the prospect of talking with the old man about their latest project and finding out how he thought they might improve the design.

It was Farshaun, after all, who had taught them to fly airships back when they were just becoming interested in learning but lacked the necessary guidance and skills. Their mother was against their flying anything following the death of their father, but she had relented
when it became clear that if she wanted to maintain even a modicum of control over her wild sons she was going to have to toss them a bone now and then. Better that they learn to fly safely before they just threw all caution to the winds and went off on their own. So she had agreed to let them go to the village of their cousins, the Alt Mers and Meridians, to study under the man who was recognized almost everywhere as the premier authority of his time.

“A Druid airship?” he asked Mirai speculatively. “What would a Druid airship be doing all the way over here? Are you sure of what you saw?”

Mirai, who was always sure about everything and didn’t like to be questioned, shrugged. “I could be mistaken.”

She said it in a way that suggested she most certainly wasn’t.

Farshaun smiled. He liked Mirai Leah. She was competent, prepared, cool, and calm in the hottest of situations. He had never seen her ruffled. It didn’t hurt in her business dealings that she was beautiful, too. Certainly Redden and Railing thought so. He wondered suddenly how that intriguing triangle was going to resolve itself—which someday soon, he suspected, it must.

“You are not often mistaken, Mirai,” he offered by way of conceding the point. “Shall we find out what it’s doing in our backyard?”

They departed the shade of the grove of maple trees where the boys and he had been conversing and walked back toward the village and the airfield. Bakrabru wasn’t large, but it did sprawl. Much of this was due to the terrain: a centrally located flat where the airships were built, housed, and launched, and the surrounding hills where the residents of the village—most of whom were engaged in airship construction, maintenance, and usage—made their homes. This mix of trades and lifestyles had marked the history of the village for more than a century. There was some debate over which of the Four Lands produced the finest craftsmen and fliers, but none when it came to naming the Rovers of Bakrabru among the top three. They had constructed airships for the Free-born during the wars on the Prekkendorran, and some among them had even fought in those wars. The Ohmsford brothers could point to several of their own family members
whose names were almost legendary, including their great-uncle Redden Alt Mer, for whom Redden was named, and his sister Rue Meridian, their grandfather’s mother and the wife of Bek Ohmsford.

But they were all gone, and it was Farshaun Req who schooled the Ohmsfords of this generation. Schooled Mirai Leah, as well, for that matter. All three of them had been coming to Bakrabru to learn from him for the better part of the last ten years. They were good students and quick studies, sharing an intensity and determination that had enabled them to advance quickly to the front ranks of the best and most able he had ever taught.

The twins were a bit reckless, of course, but even that could be a positive when you were engaged in racing Sprints. He gave them a momentary glance, thinking again how closely they mirrored each other—so closely he couldn’t tell them apart. So far as he knew, no one could, not even Sarys. Only Mirai could make an instant distinction, and no explanation as to why that was so had ever been given, although speculation ran rampant in some quarters.

They crested a rise and caught sight of the shingled roofs of the buildings that marked the westernmost boundary of the village. Bakrabru was one of the first permanent Rover villages, the beginning of a substantial change in a nomadic way of life that before had defined the Rovers as a people. The village was situated inland from the Blue Divide and set close to the western shores of the Myrian. Its location allowed for testing the aircraft assembled by the shipbuilding families both in the air and on water. It was ideally suited for both construction and experimentation, providing the villagers with the flats necessary for situating the sprawling complex of warehouses and hangars used for building and storage, as well as proximity to the lake for docking finished aircraft and the surrounding hill country for protection and escape from raiders.

The need for the latter had never been put to the test because no one in the history of the village could remember anyone ever attacking Bakrabru. No one would want to. The Rovers were engaged in building some of the most deadly airships in the Four Lands, some of which were always kept armed and ready for use. It made better sense to engage them in commerce than war.

“Don’t the Druids ever come here?” Railing asked suddenly.

Farshaun pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Not in the last few years. They don’t often leave Paranor these days. Not unless they are tracking down rumors of lost magic. That’s become their whole purpose in life.”

“So this visit must be important,” Mirai said.

“Must be. Maybe they need a new ship built. We’ve given them good ships over the years. Given them the best.” The old Rover glanced over at her. “Don’t let that get back to the Federation, though. We do business with them, too. Got to keep everyone happy.”

They passed through several clusters of cottages and outbuildings that had been walled away to form compounds built to withstand attack. Most looked a bit unready for such an event, the brick and adobe walls starting to show cracks and the metal hinges on the gates rusted. Farshaun wondered suddenly if they were taking things too much for granted at Bakrabru. Just because no one had ever attacked didn’t mean they couldn’t do so now. All it took was a change of mind, and that was the sort of thing that could happen on a whim.

They were still not within sight of the airfield when the black hull of the Druid airship hove into view, still several hundred feet off the ground as she maneuvered into position for a landing. She was long and sleek, built for speed and maneuverability. Her light sheaths had been trimmed to about half of what she could call on when at full sail and flying for speed. But even the reduced amount of canvas was impressive, and all of them stopped to watch as she came about and gave them full-on views of her elegant lines.

“That’s a beautiful ship,” Redden whispered.

“She should be,” Farshaun declared, giving him a look. “I built her.”

They started walking again, the younger three moving closer to the old man. “For the Druids?” Railing pressed.

“For the Ard Rhys herself. For Khyber Elessedil. She came to me looking for a flagship, one that would stand up to anything the Federation might be flying. Something that would outfly and outperform any other airship, but something, too, that looked so impressive you couldn’t help stopping in your tracks just to admire her.”

“Like we did,” Mirai said, smiling.

“Like you did. Like everyone does when they see her for the first time. She’s the
Walker Boh
. A warship disguised as something less threatening, but clearly the better craft no matter what she goes up against. The Ard Rhys says she reminds her of the stories of the Druid she’s named for. Can’t say if she’s right or not about that. Building her was my last big effort as a shipwright—the last where I had a hand in everything. After she was done, I let others take the lead and just offered advice when it was needed. I’d done my part. I just wanted to teach.”

“Just to teach, huh?” Redden repeated sarcastically. “Good thing there’s something you can still do.”

Farshaun smiled. “Can do it better than you, too.”

They watched the black hull of the
Walker Boh
settle earthward and disappear from view. They hurried a bit now, wanting to see who was on board.

When they finally crested the last of the hills in the chain separating them from the airfield, they saw that the
Walker Boh
had anchored perhaps a dozen feet off the ground, mooring ropes attached to rings screwed into posts that had been buried deep in the earth. A handful of Trolls were bringing down the last of the light sheaths and detaching the radian draws while rope ladders were being lowered over the gunwales. Black-clad Druids were climbing down along with an assortment of others while a clutch of airfield workers gathered around to watch.

Already on the ground and looking around was a striking-looking older woman with Elven features and long, gray-streaked dark hair. She wore the familiar black robes, but unlike the others she bore a silver patch sewn into the left front panel.

When she saw them approaching, her gaze steadied and she started toward them.

“Well, well,” Farshaun said softly. “The Ard Rhys herself.” He raised his hand in greeting. “Something’s afoot.”

With his three young charges in tow, he walked down the hillside to find out what it was.

“Well met, Farshaun Req,” she greeted the old man, extending her
hand as she came up to him. She was not as tall or physically imposing as she had seemed from a distance, but she exuded an inner strength and determination that was arresting. She carried herself as if she knew there wasn’t anything she couldn’t manage, and he wasn’t sure at all that it wasn’t so.

“Mistress,” he replied as he took her hand in his own and bowed in deference. It was an odd gesture, one he knew neither the twins nor Mirai had ever seen him make before because it was reserved only for her.

“Are you well?” she asked him, looking into his eyes as if to discern the answer for herself.

He shrugged. “I’m old. But, even so, well enough. And you? I heard you were using the Druid Sleep. Has something happened to wake you?”

“It is the reason I am here.”

“You’ve come to ask for help? A new airship, perhaps?”

“I’ve come to ask for help, yes. But not from you. From these boys.” She turned to Redden and Railing. “These boys who are no longer boys. I haven’t seen them since they were children. Now they’ve grown big enough to be called young men. Can we go somewhere to talk?”

She announced she must speak with Redden and Railing alone, so Mirai and Farshaun would have to go somewhere else until she was finished. Both twins insisted that whatever she had to say to them she could say in front of the other two since they did not keep secrets from one another. But when Khyber suggested she was the one who was keeping all the secrets, and it might be better if things stayed that way, Farshaun beckoned Mirai away with him without arguing, leaving Redden and Railing alone with her.

“I apologize for that,” she said to the twins, “but when you hear what I have to say you might think better of me for keeping this just among the three of us. There is some danger involved just in knowing what I am about to tell you. There is likely to be a great deal more if you decide to accept the offer I intend to make.”

An argument could be made that the word
danger
was a lure that
drew the twins like bees to flowers. They were young and wild and eager for an adventure, and no one had offered them one for a long time. They were instantly intrigued.

She led them up the hillside to a copse of fir and sat them down in a grassy space where they could look out over the airfield and the activity taking place as the
Walker Boh
, already stripped of her sails and securely moored, now had her radian draws lashed in place. On the ground, her crew of Trolls had begun setting up a staging area for collecting and loading the supplies they required to continue the ship’s journey.

“I went to Patch Run before coming here and spoke with your mother,” the Ard Rhys said. “She didn’t like it that I was looking for you and didn’t want me to involve you in Druid business. She refused at first to tell me where you were. I was straightforward with her about what I was proposing, and because she loves you and worries for you she told me to go away. In the end, I made it clear that finding you was too important for me to do what she was asking. If she wouldn’t help me, I would find you anyway. She relented and told me where you were.”

She paused. “I am telling you this so when you hear it all later from your mother you won’t think I was hiding anything.”

“Mother hates airships,” Redden said quietly. “Because of Father. He was killed in one. She blames the Druids.”

The Ard Rhys nodded. “I know this. There is risk here, as well. When you fly airships, there are always risks. Your mother knows this, but cannot accept it. She blames the Druids for something that was not their fault. It was no one’s fault. You can weigh that along with everything else after you hear what I have to say. Be patient until then. Let me say everything before you speak again.”

She went on to tell of the discovery of Aleia Omarosian’s diary, written in the days of Faerie and lost or misplaced ever since, and of the possibility that the missing Elfstones might at last be found. But they could not allow them to be found by just anyone, she added. The Druid order must recover them because management and proper usage of magic were the order’s responsibility and principal purpose. The reason she was in Bakrabru to speak with them was because of
her visit to the Hadeshorn and her summoning of the spirits of the dead in the hope they would give her information that might help in her search.