03-05 Talks with Gnomes
“A civilization?” Aneirin asked
Ren pointed at the spear tip, still moving back and forth along the top of the truncated tree. Everyone stopped and took a long look.
“Who do you think?” Bessie asked.
Ren shook his head. “One way to find out,” he said as he started walking closer to the clearing. He’d just taken one step out of the cover of the last trees when the spear tip stopped moving. A head popped up over the edge of the tall tree’s top and stared for a moment. Ren stared back. This was no human head – it was close, just smaller in size. At the same time it was far bigger than Armis’. So it was no human and no halfling. That left one option.
“Dwarves,” Ren said to the others.
The dwarf standing guard shook his spear at Ren. “Further yugo, leaf” he said. Then he paused and shook his head. “Leafs you father knot can.” Ren looked back at the others in his party and then back at the dwarf in the tree.
“What?” he called, spreading his arms to show his confusion.
The dwarf frowned. “Leaf knot farther go yew,” he said after a moment.
First Killian then the other stepped up beside Ren. The dwarf started to looked worried and he shook his spear again. “Father knot yugo leaf, father knot yugo leaf!”
“Does he want us to tie up his father with leaves?” Bessie asked.
“Are y’ sure that’s even a dwarf?” Killian said.
Madge shook her head. “No, but it’s too small for a man and too big for a halfling.”
“Well this is stupid,” Ren said. “He’s not trying to kill us outright, and we’ll lose our voices shouting back and forth. We’ve got to let him know we don’t mean any harm.”
He sat down and spread his hands open. The others looked back and forth between themselves and followed suit.
This seemed to greatly confuse the dwarf. He blinked at the sight of the five humans sitting on the ground before his guard post, then disappeared under the fortifications. After a few moments he returned with another guard. The entire round of various versions of “leaf knot father yugo,” repeated itself, with the Maisseners simply remaining seated.
Finally both heads disappeared and the clearing went quiet. “How long should we wait?” Bessie asked.
“They’ve gone to get a superior,” Aneirin said.
The warrior’s observation soon proved true. After some ten minutes of waiting, the Maisseners saw a short form walking calmly toward them out of the fog. Only about four feet high, he had the wise face of an elder and the grace of a confident leader. Behind his kind smile was an aura of power that far outclassed the assembled Heroes he approached.
“Good day,” he said in perfect Maissen. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Balfour, leader of the gnomes of this forest.”
“I told you they were n’ dwarves,” Killian said.
Balfour smiled wider. “Indeed we are not.” He looked over the humans before him. “You are plainly Maisseners. I would know your business in this forest.”
The Maisseners looked at each other, silently voting on how much to tell this stranger. It only took a few hearbeats to decide that deception would simply not work.
“We are making our way to the dwarves; our council’s given us something to deliver to them,” Ren said. “It took us directly through these woods. We meant no harm, and have killed no more than we’ve needed.”
“Ah, to the dwarves,” Balfour said with a nod. “Has the time come around again for one of the Hero Quests?”
Madge cocked a scarred eyebrow at him. “You know of these?”
“Oh yes,” the gnome said with a chuckle. “Every few cycles we see teams of Maisseners passing through our area. Usually they don’t make it this deep into the forest, but sometimes…..” he spread his hands.
“We have a message for you,” Bessie said.
“For myself?” Balfour asked.
The druid shook her head. “Well, no. We were charged with delivering a message to any gnomes we might come across – though they honestly didn’t seem to think we would come across any.”
Balfour nodded. “We do keep ourselves - - shall we say, inconspicuous.” He smiled. “Well then. If you have a message for the gnomes, you should come to the gnomes to give it.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of rings. Selecting five and replacing the others, Balfour said, “You understand we must keep our home and the way to it secret.” The Maisseners nodded and the gnome continued. “These will fog your mind just enough to make remembering the way from here to our home impossible.”
“Is that all they do?” Madge asked.
“You have my word,” Balfour said as he extended his hand. One by one the Maisseners took the rings and put them on. “Now, follow me.” The gnome led them deeper into the woods, and to the Maisseners it seemed they were walking through a dream fog and forest at the same time. Before they knew it they came to another clearing, one crowded with gnomes.
The gnome village was a wonder, constructed out of felled trees in perfect position and with homes carved inside. The homes were splayed out in a wheel pattern with a common area at the hub. At the fire there, Balfour introduced the Maisseners to three gnomes that also spoke their language, a wizard, a druid, and a warrior. They bid the humans welcome and invited them to sit. Drink and fruit were brought to the group as more and more gnomes gathered around the fringes of the common area.
“Now then,” Balfour said. “What is this message?”
Bessie cleared her throat. “Kerros, a member of the ruling council, has extended the invitation to any gnome to come and live in the safety of Maissen,” she announced.
Balfour and other gnomes that knew the language chuckled. The wizard among them translated for the rest of the gnomes, and they all began to chuckle and laugh gently.
“Kerros made us that very same offer thirty years ago,” Balfour explained. “It’s a kind thing that he offers, but we gnomes are not so in need of the safety of Maissen as he supposes.”
“Thirty years ago?” Ren exclaimed. “They never spoke of gnomes – ever, until we were in that room with the council, and now we find out they’ve known about you for thirty years!”
Balfour frowned. “I’m afraid there’s probably a great deal more your rulers haven’t told the general population.” He hesitated, then nodded and continued. “Let me make clear first the Kerros is an honorable man. Do not doubt that. But sometimes honorable men ruling over a people keep secrets to keep peace, and keep the face they need to rule.” He let that sink in before continuing. “You have been taught what happened to the halflings?”
Except for Aneirin, the Maisseners nodded. “They’re all dead, eaten by Idien.” Ren said.
“They are all dead,” Balfour said, “so far as we know. But they were not all eaten by Idien. Indeed a great many were slaughtered by Maissen.”
Bessie covered her mouth and whispered, “no”; Ren shook his head and frowned; Madge steepled her fingers and brought the tip to her chin; Aneirin scowled at the gnome. Only Killian seemed nonplused at Balfour’s pronouncement.
The gnome continued. “The halfling natives of this land considered themselves friendly to Maissen when your countrymen first arrived on these shores. Friendly, but independent. Though Maissen outlawed wizardly magic, the halflings felt no compulsion to obey what they considered a foreign law. They studied magic freely. When they would not swear fealty to Maissen, the ruling council began to see them as a threat – their magic could be used against Maissen all too easily. With Idien rattling his saber to the south, the council would not abide the threat of the halflings.”
He took a deep breath. “And so they killed everyone of them within their borders. Some are said to have escaped, some are said to have been too far beyond Maissen’s reach, some fled to another doom in the realm of Idien. But within Maissen proper, the pogrom was a complete success. There were no more halflings and there have been none ever since.”
The Maisseners had gone pale at Balfour’s words. “So,” Ren finally said, “generations ago our home engaged in genocide in the name of security?” Balfour nodded and Ren continued. “And it didn’t even work – it didn’t keep war from coming. How many times has Idien struck since?”
“Speaking of that,” Balfour said, “are there rumors in Maissen that he is on the rise again?”
The Maisseners looked at one another, seeking answers in each others’ faces. “No,” Bessie said at last.
Balfour furrowed his brow. “Curious, I thought that might have something to do with your council sending you to the dwarves.”
Killian stood. “I don’ think they’d mind our showing you,” he said as he walked to the goat cart. He returned with the sword case and placed it at Balfour’s feet, then opened it to show him the rune covered weapon.
Balfour leaned forward and took a look. He nodded and said, “Ah – this does clear it up. ‘War is coming. It is time for mutual aid.’”
“That’s what it says?” Ren asked.
Balfour nodded. “Distilled, yes. The dwarves have allied with Maissen before against the Chokta and Idien.”
“And the council feels it’s about to happen again,” Madge said.
“They’re securing an alliance before the fact,” Aneirin added with a nod.
Ren snorted. “And they’re keeping all Maissen in the dark about it. Most of the common folk don’t even believe in dwarves, and now we learn that our ‘leaders’ have allied and fought with them in the past, and have plans of calling each other to do it again?!”
“I told you that leaders keep secrets,” Balfour said.
“Secrets I can understand,” Ren said. “I keep secrets about my hunting, and I know that there’s things that the council has to keep secret – but that’s things like how many soldiers are stationed here and there, what kind of secret weapons we have and where they’re hidden. I can even ‘understand’ why they’d want to keep their slaughter of the halflings a secret – who wants to admit to having a hand in the death of a race? But keeping a whole civilization a secret? A friendly one? Why?” He was starting to turn red, but rolled on. “We were all raised thinking that beyond the borders there’s nothing but hostile chokta, wild monsters, and Idien. You’d think we might all be a little happier knowing that at least there’s some friendly little people out there. Even if they’re far away, just knowing the whole world isn’t set on our destruction would ease our minds, slack that fear fed worry we all live with everyday. All of us that the council doesn’t deem worthy of knowing the truth anyway.” He shook his head and took a deep breath.
Silence hung over the group for several long minutes. At last Madge spoke up. “Reprehensible as these revelations are, I would still rather Maissen not fall to Idien. Balfour, can you tell us what we can expect between here and Ghost Dragon Mountain?”
The gnome nodded. “We will lead you near the edge of the forest as we led you here. From there you’ll wish to go north-northwest. Once beyond our forest you’ll enter a wide plain. Within two days you’ll reach the swamp of the farunk. Know that the farunk are a primitive people and proud hunters and one of them is a match for two humans.” He glanced at Aneirin and then to Madge. “Well, most humans.” He smiled and continued. “You can avoid the swamp to the east or west, but it will add more than a day either way, and you’ll have a river to negotiate regardless. West of the swamp is the Valley of Drayne, which you may have heard tales of.” When the Maisseners nodded, Balfour resumed, telling them of the forest beyond the swamp, the foot hills, that there might be ogres or giants in that are, and then which paths to take to the dwarves – there were more than one.
“Thank you,” Madge said when he was finished. “This will do much to help us.”
“Excuse me, Balfour,” Ren said. He was a world calmer than when he last spoke. “If you don’t mind sharing more of what you know, could you tell us more of the world beyond Maissen’s borders?”
The gnome nodded. “Indeed. There is much I know, but I can not say I know everything.” He paused to think and then said, “probably what would most interest you would be the existence of another settlement of humans.”
All the Maisseners began to talk at once, expressing amazement and disbelief in various exclamations. When they quieted Balfour continued. “Beyond the desert at the east end of the Seven Peaks Mountains – the chain that Ghost Dragon mountain is a part of, by about two weeks march.” He bent down and, using a stick, sketched out a rough map. “This is our forest, here is the swamp of the farunk, this long chain is the mountains, the dwarves are about here and here, this is desert, and the humans are up – about – here.” He leaned back and sketch some more. “Maissen lies this way. You’ve traveled across the curble valley here, and then up to our forest.”
Bessie pointed to the a spot in the dirt. “So Hilltopple House would be about here then.”
Balfour’s eyes went wide, as did those of the three gnomes nearby that could also understand Bessie. “You know about Hilltopple House?”
Ren shuddered. Madge nodded. “We were there”
“That’s where we met Aneirin,” Bessie said.
Balfour stared at the tall warrior. “You were IN Hilltopple House?”
Aneirin nodded slowly, a scowl on his face. “I was. I was there invited with others of my nation. We were betrayed and captured by servants of Armis, and used as fodder for the demon whose thirst for vengeance shunted the grounds beyond the world.”
At Balfour’s urging, the Maisseners related their experience in Hilltopple House. He listened closely, asked only a few pointed questions, and was very clearly amazed at the tale. When the Maisseners were finished, he shook his head. “I knew Armis. A pathetic little wizard but not really a bad man. Just caught up in circumstances beyond his power to control. I am glad he is at peace and free now.” He paused. “The circumstances make me wonder of his new half-brother,” he said quietly, more to himself than the humans. Then his eyes focused and he asked, “What became of the elder Hilltopple’s spell books, do you know?”
Killian began to laugh. “As a matter of fact I do. They’re sitting right over there on the cart.”
Madge looked to him. “Those were the two books you carried out as Armis slept!”
The sorcerer looked back to her and smiled. “And that’s not all. I also packed that book we found in the forge, next to the metal man frame.”
“Metal man frame?” Balfour repeated. “Could I see this book please. Could I in fact see all of them.”
There was a tone in his voice the implied this was less a request than a polite command, and Killian didn’t put him off. He went to the cart and returned with all three books. Balfour looked them each over for a few moments. “These are - - very powerful books,” he said. “This one,” holding up the one pulled from the forge, “explains how to create golems of metal. These other two contain some of the most powerful spells a wizard can cast.” He looked Killian and then the others straight in the eye as he continued. “It would not do for these books to fall into the wrong hands. It will not be safe to cart them through the wild countryside.”
“You’d like for us to leave them with you,” Bessie said.
Balfour nodded. “I believe that would be best. Here they will be safe from evil hands.” He held up a hand of his own as Killian started a protest. “I understand that you worked hard in what you did to gain these, and you deserve compensation. On this we can talk.”
“Your hospitality is a fine payment,” Aneirin said. Madge nodded agreement.
“You are welcome to them,” Ren said. “I’m no longer so sure evil hands don’t include Maissen’s own council.”
“Well they’d be against the law there anyway,” Killian said with a sigh. “But they’d be the only ones around.”
Balfour chuckled. At the questioning looks from his guests he said, “You are so sure wizardry is removed from Maissen?”
“It’s outlawed,” Madge said.
The gnome smiled indulgently. “As is thievery I’m sure. Has that law stopped thefts?” He paused. “Nor has the law stopped wizardry. There is in fact a circle of wizards operating in Maissen, and as one of them is the high priest of the southernmost city I expect the Council is fully aware.”
“Southernmost city?” Bessie repeated. “That’s Vaunth-on-the-Lake.”
“Petris,” Ren hissed.
“It can only be,” Madge said. “We will have much to say to him when we return.”
The Maisseners all slumped. The weight of truth was growing heavier. Balfour looked them over with sympathy in his eyes. “Take rest,” he said. “You are welcome and safe here.”
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