
Roads of Strife

Arturo Miriello

Published by Arturo Miriello

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2013 by Arturo Miriello

Maps by Arturo Miriello

Cover art by Gustave Dore

ISBN-13: 978-1490379678

ISBN-10: 1490379673

# Table of Contents

Copyright Page

Swords of Men and Angels

Dedication

The region of Elnoren

Region of Sousenden

CONTENTS

Chapter 1 | NEWS FROM AFAR

Chapter 2 | A SHORT VISIT TO MAARKAAT

Chapter 3 | JOURNEY TO DAOUK

Chapter 4 | COMPANY AT THE INN

Chapter 5 | THE BATTLE AT PERETHES

Chapter 6 | DUNGEON'S OF DERNAK

Chapter 7 | SHADOWS OF EVIL

Chapter 8 | THE SIEGE OF TERANDA

Chapter 9 | NEWS FROM HOME

# Swords of Men and Angels

The Awakened City

Roads of Strife

The Leviathan Master
Dedicated to people I know

who have faithfully served the Lord.

The Dawson family.

Especially the Skipper,

Jack.

Who has fought bravely,

in wars of flesh

and spirit.

The Hurdle family.

Especially for Pat.

For her great care

and faith.

Just don't mess with that lady!

The region of Elnoren

Region of Sousenden

# CONTENTS

Chapter 1 News from afar

Chapter 2 A short visit to Maarkaat

Chapter 3 Journey to Daouk

Chapter 4 Company at the inn

Chapter 5 The Battle at Perethes

Chapter 6 Dungeon's of Dernak

Chapter 7 Shadows of evil

Chapter 8 The siege of Teranda

Chapter 9 News from home

# Chapter 1

# NEWS FROM AFAR

Three years have passed in the city of Teranda. King Dunen was wedded to Marani of the tribe of Maarkaat, but with little celebration. The battle for the throne had cost many lives and caused much strife amongst the inhabitants. The Terandian's also feared that Ernum would strike back soon, which left them with little time to rejoice over their victory.

The Terandian's also forged a greater bond with the tribesmen of Soloneb valley. Not only did the marriage of Dunen with Marani join the two people, the growing menace of Ernum gave them more reason to unite.

Many of the tribesmen were added to the Terandian army to increase its depleted ranks and to make sure that the region of Elnoren would be well protected.

Dunen restored the training schools for soldiers and called upon the elderly masters to once more teach their ancient skill.

Dunen also fortified the Perethes pass in the Magdin Mountains, by rebuilding the wall and placing guards.

King Ernum's influence was not seen nor heard in the region of Elnoren during this time, but rumours were heard that he had enlarged his kingdom by conquering towns and villages to the east of Dernak.

Dunen was certain that he would try to take Teranda again and prepared the city for that time. Dunen ordered his spies to constantly gather news of Ernum's activities in the dark land of Sousenden. Care was also taken to guard the royal family from Ernum's deadly Targots.

Amid the dark and difficult time, a glimmer of joy came to Dunen's family. Queen Marani, bore him a son whom he named Favrob, after his father but in the tradition of the tribe of Marani. She also bore him a daughter that Marani name Dania. Elena was overjoyed with her grandchildren and cared for them well.

It was in these peaceful, but wary days, that Teranda received unusual visitors at the palace.

King Dunen was seated on his throne while his counsellors were about him, discussing typical affairs of the city. He was calm and looked older from his first days as king. He matured by the work and care of the city as well by his fatherhood. The royal crown was upon his head and his sceptre beside him. The counsellors displayed edicts to him as they discussed and considered them.

Menfre, the captain of his army, was also in the hall not far away and was speaking to officers of the city concerning military matters. Many loyal guards stood watching the proceedings in the hall with great vigilance.

As Dunen looked over the busy room, he noticed Penehas, his personal advisor, enter the hall walking fairly briskly. Dunen knew that something disturbed him since the thin aged man always walked calmly during his duties. Dunen also noticed that he seemed embarrassed for some reason.

Penehas walked up the steps of the dais, got close to Dunen and whispered, "Excuse me, my lord. May I have a moment of your time?" he said as the counsellors eyed him curiously.

Dunen understood he wanted to speak with him in private.

"Very well. Excuse us a moment," he told the counsellors and they immediately stepped away as they continued their discussions.

"What is it my friend?" he asked.

Penahas moved closer to Dunen not to be overheard. "I have two visitors from the land of Sousenden who greatly desire to speak with you, saying it is of a serious matter." Penehas said with a weird grin.

"You don't seem to think it is serious, Penehas." Dunen told him.

"Forgive me but I have never seen people like this before," he told him.

"What do you mean?" Dunen asked.

"Their stature, my lord! They are small men," he said trailing off wide eyed.

"Small!" Dunen repeated wondering what he meant.

"They are little people, my lord," he said in a whisper.

Dunen was still not sure what he meant and gave him a quizzical look.

"They are as young men, yet I know they are much older," he added quickly.

Dunen was now curious to see these visitors himself.

"Let them come that we may all see your little men," he told him and Penehas anxiously waved the doormen to let them in.

The great doors were opened and the two visitors were called in. Once the strangers walked in, those who took notice stopped talking to stare at the newcomers.

The two strangers entered the great hall marching side by side. They were small compared to the men of Teranda but stockier. They wore dark brown leathered garments, dirtied from their long journey. Short swords hung at their belts and their faces were dark and stern. Both had brown hair blown wildly by the wind, and they would have been considered brothers if it were not for their own peculiar features. As they arrived before the throne steps, the king's guards stepped forward hands on their swords and weary of the strangers. The visitors halted and stood still looking grim at Dunen. By this time, the whole hall was quiet as all looked on and some even hid their grinning of the strangers.

Menfre, who left his duties to stand near his King, stepped toward them. "Bow and honor King Dunen," he demanded.

"It is not our custom to honor kings of the cities." One of them said firmly.

Angered Menfre was about to reply when Dunen spoke.

"Menfre! Respect is sometimes earned with strangers," he told him and Menfre reluctantly refrained.

The stranger gave Menfre an unpleasant stare.

"Now who are you and what have you to tell me?" Dunen asked.

"I am Esel and he is Usir. We are messengers from the people of Daouk. From the region you call Sousenden," he said with disdain at his last words.

"Our message is for your ears only," Usir said roughly.

Those who were listening were surprised and suspicious, if not disturbed by their arrogance.

"This we cannot allow. The life of the king cannot be placed in danger," Menfre said suspiciously.

"You fear us?" Esel said mockingly.

Menfre gripped his sword angrily. "You-," Menfre wanted to answer back but Dunen interrupted him.

"We have many enemies. You understand?" Dunen told them calmly.

"Then we will accept to speak to who you deem trustworthy for I must warn you, this is of grave importance and not to be taken lightly," Esel said without turning away his gaze from Dunen.

Dunen took a moment to reflect on the stranger's advice. Their strong character and serious conduct made Dunen accept their advice.

"Very well, Menfre and my guards will remain, the others will leave," Dunen ordered.

At Dunen's request, the counsellors, officers and servants left the hall in a murmur of questions.

The strangers stood stiffly as they waited for all to leave the hall.

"Speak and let your words be true," Dunen said gravely.

"Our message comes from your brother Tharan," Usir said bluntly.

All in the hall were instantly stunned at the declaration and many could not believe what they heard.

"What foolishness is this?" Menfre burst out angrily, "Do you live in holes that you dare say this?" Menfre asked glaring at them, "Have you not heard of Ernum's attack on Teranda and of the slaying of king Favrob and of Tharan?"

The royal guards reached for their swords as they heard Menfre's anger and at what the stranger announced.

"We have heard it from the mouth of Tharan. He was not killed here in this room but brought to the city of Dernak and imprisoned by Ernum himself," Esel answered back.

For a moment, no one spoke as they wondered if what the stranger said could be true. They all looked at each other as they searched for answers.

Dunen was stunned for a moment and then said, "My brother was killed!" he stated, "I saw it with mine own eyes!" Dunen told the stranger fervently, disturbed by the recollection.

"Tharan was only injured. Only your father perished that day," Usir said confidently.

"Have you ever found the body of your brother?" Esel quickly asked.

"No. They burned the body and my father also," answered Dunen.

"This is what you were told to believe," Esel said.

"Are you sure of this?" Usir asked him.

Dunen knew that no one was sure what happened to the bodies. Many men died that day and were either buried or burned. The enemies they captured after retaking the throne were questioned but none gave him answers to his father's and brother's burial. Only Lurion knew, but killed himself before they could question him.

"No," Dunen answered reluctantly.

"No matter. We have proof of what we say," Usir told him. "Our people have seen him in the dungeons of Dernak."

"Dernak's dungeons! Who could enter his prisons and come out alive to speak of it? This is ridiculous my lord," argued Menfre.

"Our people were able to speak with him, and he sends you word," Esel continued, unbothered by Menfre's outburst.

Dunen was filled with mixed emotions as he struggled over the troubling thoughts.

"If you have spoken to him, what did he say?" He asked cautiously.

"He told us to remind you of the night, long ago, when together you left the palace by night, against your father's will, upon a swift horse named Belrundy to the city's port," Esel conveyed.

Dunen's heart leaped inside him. He slowly lay back in his chair, his mouth open, feeling weak by the shocking news. He was now sure his brother lived. Only Tharan would know of their little but disobedient escape. A great desire began to overwhelm him, wishing to be with him once again.

Dunen's expression told Menfre that what was said was true.

"You bring us good news," Menfre said hesitantly to Esel.

"Good news, if you do quickly what is necessary."

"Why, what do you mean?" Menfre asked.

"Ernum has a purpose for him we know not. Tharan has been tortured and may not survive for long if we tarry," he said coldly.

"What? We must rescue him. Immediately!" Dunen told Menfre urgently, now worried for his life.

"My lord," began Menfre, speaking calmly in hope that Dunen would make the right decisions. "I greatly rejoice as you do that Tharan lives, but we have not the means to save him! Ernum's forces are far greater than ours. We would surely be defeated," he sadly advised him.

Dunen hopes fell as he faced the truth. His army was too small and weak to attack Dernak. Menfre was right, it would be impossible to rescue him.

"But we have a way. Without the use of your army," Usir offered him calmly, "If you agree to our demands." Usir added.

Dunen and Menfre looked at each other with new hope but also with suspicion.

"What demands?" Dunen asked.

"Zuruk wishes to meet with you in Daouk," Esel said to Dunen.

"Who is Zuruk?" Dunen asked.

"He is our leader," Esel answered.

"Why does he want to see me?"

"His reasons are his alone. All I can say is, Ernum is your enemy as well as ours. From our beginnings, our people have never mingled with the people of the cities. When the kingdom of Dernak turned evil and brought wickedness to Sousenden, we hated the cities even more. Nonetheless, his power has now reached us," Esel said, manifesting a deep hatred.

The anger clearly appeared on the faces of the strangers and Dunen wondered what terrible things they had seen.

"My lord, it would be unwise for you to go. We can send-."

Usir abruptly interrupted Menfre, "Zuruk will not speak to anyone but Dunen and will not help if you send another!" he said forcefully.

A long and silent moment filled the hall as Dunen and Menfre thought upon the situation.

"Very well. I will consider what you have told me. I must speak to my counsellors and pray God's will. Will you abide with us for a day?"

"We are willing to wait a day, but we will remain outside the walls," said Esel.

"Menfre. See that they are cared for and gather the captains and my mother in the counsellors' chamber at once!"

"Yea, my lord," Menfre answered and then turned to the strangers, "Come with me."

They turned and followed Menfre out of the hall. Dunen's heart was troubled by the news and the great decision he would have to make and yet, overjoyed to hear his brother was alive. In his thoughts, he prayed to God, 'Oh Lord God almighty, the God of all mercy. If my brother truly lives, make it sure to me and guide me in what I must do.'

Later that same day, Dunen, his captains and his mother were gathered in the council chamber. All were seated at the table and much was discussed and still being discussed concerning Tharan's imprisonment. Elena had received the news with shock and then with tears of great joy. But her joy was short lived by the request that Dunen must leave on a dangerous trip. Now she listened and worried over the entire affair.

"The Sousenden region is dangerous. It is filled with corrupt and evil men. It is said that, in some places, it is sheer anarchy. How will you cross this land without being killed by robbers, renegades or captured by Ernum's men?" asked Manru.

"I understand the great danger in such a journey, but when I met the prophet Nerinee and he told me of regaining Teranda, I understood we would be involved in the affairs of Dernak. I believe God has set the stage in which we must take part in its downfall," said Dunen as he looked around the table at his people. "We can no longer hide from this great menace that gathers strength every day. I believe the Lord has made it known unto us, that the time of action has come," Dunen ended gravely.

No one spoke for a moment as they considered his words.

"I cannot bear the thought of losing you, my son, but I would not be able to live knowing that Tharan is alive and nothing was done," Elena said with grief over her turmoil. "But if it must be so, comfort my heart and take soldiers with you," she asked with concern.

Dunen considered her request and then said, "No. A great company would attract attention. Only a few will come with me."

"I will go with you, my lord," Menfre said quickly.

"And I also!" joined Danar and Manru.

Dunen smiled at their eagerness to serve him and their concern for his safety. "I expected no less, but only Danar will I take. You must stay and take charge of the city. Ernum may unleash his plans while I am away. Your experience will be needed to defend Teranda."

"Who else will go?" Menfre asked.

"I will ask Bilob for two of his men. They are better skilled in the woods and mountains. Esel will accompany us as guide while the other will depart to foretell our coming," Dunen told them.

Only Danar was happy to hear this. The others knowing they could not detour Dunen from his plans, unhappily remained silent.

"I will travel to Maarkaat with Marani and my children as a pretence for a visit and a time of rest. When we arrive, we will leave immediately and secretly. We will take a path across the Magdin Mountains and travel along its western side. It will be longer, but safer."

"So few my son!" Elena could just say.

"Mother, the Lord will protect us. He will not forsake us. Be of good courage," he told her confidently.

Turning to the others he said, "Begin the preparations. We leave tomorrow morning. Your prayers will be our shield, and I count on it. Manru, prepare us an escort to Maarkaat."

"Yes, my lord," he answered quickly.

They all rose. The solemn group remained silent as they thought upon the grave situation that was set before them. Only Dunen had a burning desire to save his brother. He was anxious to begin the journey and willing to face the danger if it meant to see his brother again.

Dunen spent the evening with his wife Marani and his children. After some time of play with his children, both were put to bed and Dunen was alone with Marani.

Dunen held Marani close as they stood at the entrance of the stone balcony. Both wore thick evening robes to keep warm from the night's chill. From the balcony, they could see the east side of the city and far away the great sea sparkling from the light of a full moon.

"I will never tire of this view," Marani said as she gazed out. "We cannot see such beauty from our forests. Only when we climb high into the mountains could we see the great waters and this was difficult."

"It will be good for you to see your mother and your village for a time," Dunen said holding her from behind.

"For a time! I pray a short time my love," she said sadly, hiding her worry.

"Your love will hasten my feet," he told her as he stared into her eyes.

"A day will be far too long. I cannot bury my fears," she said as she turned in his arms and faced him.

Her dark red hair was let loose, falling behind her back as she looked up to him. He looked upon her soft features and admired her beauty.

"You are beautiful, my love," he said and she smiled reluctantly. "I could not have dreamed the Lord would answer my deepest desires, and He did more than I can imagine."

They held each other for a long moment, her head buried in his chest and then both retired for the evening. Dunen lay awake a long time, remembering the times he had with his brother and their great joy. With hopes of his rescue in his thoughts, he fell asleep.

# Chapter 2

# A SHORT VISIT TO MAARKAAT

Early in the morning, Dunen and his family gave their farewells to Elena and Menfre outside the entrance to the palace. Dunen rode upon his horse bearing his sword by his side and dressed in dark burgundy riding clothes. His family journeyed in a horse drawn chariot. Esel rode his horse and stayed always aloof from the others. One hundred and fifty soldiers and archers accompanied the travellers.

The great company attracted the attention of many citizens as they left the palace. All along the streets, Terandians gave their warm farewells to their royal family.

After passing the city gates, the great host quickened their pace for the long journey ahead.

After a day and a half of travel, the royal company arrived in the village of Maarkaat. Celkob, Bilob and Mandara came out to welcome them followed by the whole village. The whole village was overjoyed by the visit of Queen Marani and King Dunen, but moreover for the arrival of their children.

Celkob gave Dunen a strong embrace as soon as he dismounted his horse.

"Dunen! My friend! Welcome again and what a surprise!" he greeted him with a great smile.

"Thank you Celkob. I am glad to see you again. To visit Maarkaat is never far from my thoughts, but-" he trailed off and his smile faded, "Grave news has come and we need to speak."

Celkob became concerned as he saw Dunen turn serious.

"Yes of course. As you wish," he told him. "We will speak soon enough."

"Good. You are my greatest councillor," Dunen told him as he gripped the old man's shoulders.

Celkod returned the compliment with a warm smile.

A small feast was given by Celkob in his house that afternoon and great was their rejoicing. Mandara, Marani's mother, kept Dania in her arms as Bilob played with Favrob.

"Favrob will be a mighty warrior, I can see. He is strong for his age," Bilob exclaimed holding the child in the air as the boy giggled with excitement.

"I prefer peace for him and not war," said Marani with a frown.

"I will teach him all that I know," Bilob said proudly.

"Not your skill in eating, I hope," Dunen joked and all laughed except Bilob.

Dania began to cry loudly and Marani raised herself from the table to take her from her mother.

"It is time that they rest. I will bring them to the house," Marani said.

"Rest! Favrob needs no rest!" Bilob said defiantly.

"He must have his sleep," she told him sternly.

"Ah! I have been given so little time," he protested.

"You will have time - when you return," she said with a troubled voice.

"Return! Return from where?" he asked puzzled by her words.

"It is time we speak of your journey, Dunen," Celkob said and Bilob realized that something serious had recently happened.

"Yes, we should."

Bilob gave Favrob a great hug which seemed almost to crush the little boy under the large muscular arms. He then kissed him and handed the child to the eager hands of his mother. Bilob then joined Dunen and Celkob at the table, as Marani and her mother left the house. Once alone Celkob began to speak.

"Where are you going and who is this stranger who has come with you?" Celkob asked.

"He is named Esel from Daouk, a village in Sousenden. He has brought me good news. They have seen my brother Tharan alive!" Dunen told them.

Celkob and Bilob could not have been more shocked by the news.

"How could this be? You have seen your brother die before your eyes! How could he be alive?" exclaimed Bilob.

"How can you be sure he is telling the truth?" Celkob asked with great disbelief.

"I was given a message from my brother that I only could know. I am absolutely certain he lives."

"If this is true, then blessed be God," Celkob said joyfully.

"Where is he?" asked Bilob.

"In the dungeons of Dernak," said Dunen with some hesitation.

Bilob and Celkob's eyes widened with astonishment and they looked at each other with unbelief.

"Dernak!" Bilob gasped with fear. "You do not mean to go into this den of snakes?" Dunen's silence answered his question. "This is foolhardy!"

"Dunen. I know of your great love for your brother, but you are the King now," he told him seriously. "The people greatly need your presence. You cannot risk your life for him. Send someone else."

"I cannot. The Daouk leader will not help unless we speak face to face," Dunen informed him. "But fear not my friends. They told me they have a way that is safe."

"What is the way?" asked Bilob.

"They would not say."

Celkob and Bilob looked at each other and searched for a reason to change his mind, but they both knew Dunen would not change his mind.

"How can we help you?" asked Celkob.

"I wish Bilob to come with me," Dunen asked.

Bilob blushed proudly at the request and quickly said, "I would not let you go without me. Moreover, Marani would skin me if I did."

The all chuckled in agreement.

"Thank you," he told Bilob and then turned again to Celkob. "I would also need two other warriors and the necessary horses and supplies for the journey."

"It shall be done as you ask Dunen," said Celkob.

"Good."

"We leave tonight. My brother is not well and may not have much time to live," Dunen told them.

"All will be readied," Celkob assured him.

Dunen reached out with his hand and both clasped their arms. "You are a faithful friend, Celkob." Dunen expressed warmly and Celkob smiled with pleasure.

"Prayers will be made until you all return safely," Celkob promised him.

Dunen did not doubt his promise and believed very much that the prayers would be heard by God and this comforted him greatly.

# Chapter 3

# JOURNEY TO DAOUK

That evening, Dunen spent some time with his family and near kin. When all was ready, they gathered to the west side of the village. Five horses waited calmly as the tribesmen strapped bags of provisions and gear on them for the journey. Dunen and Danar were dressed in the clothes of the villagers to hide their identity. Apart from their height and build, they easily passed as common villagers.

The two warriors chosen by Celkob for the journey where presented to Dunen. Both were typical men of Maarkaat, tall and muscular. Both were younger than Bilob, but yet were stern and experienced men in battle and in the woods.

One was called Tunob and the other Geerob. Geerob was thinner and seemed more agile than Tunob. He moved lightly and sure footed. He had a piercing gaze and taut features. Upon his back, he carried a great bow and a quiver full of arrows.

Tunob was very muscular like Bilob but more slender. He had a long and stern face. His agile moves showed that it would take more than one man to bring him down.

Esel, as usual, stood aloof from the parting scene. He gave no hint of being friendly to anyone who approached him. When finding his horse, he immediately mounted it. From his horse, he waited for the others, indifferent to the parting sadness.

"Be careful, my love," Marani said to Dunen as they held each other.

"Bye, my beloved," he replied and kissed her.

Dunen then hugged and kissed his mother-in-law and walked over to Celkob.

"Be wise and call upon the Lord at all times," Celkob counselled him.

"I shall, my father," and they gave each other a great hug.

The travellers mounted their horses and while they gave their last farewells, they slowly urged their horses into the forest, going west towards the great mountain range.

That evening they rode slowly and kept their ears and eyes attentive for any who would seek to follow them. Bilob led the way, knowing well the Soloneb valley. After several hours of riding in the chilly night air, their path led to another tribal village. There they were welcomed and soon let go to pass through and continue their journey. Bilob decided that passing through the village ensured that if anyone followed, it would force them to waste time circling the village and then make it difficult to search their trail in the dark.

As they exited the village, they spurred the horses to a gallop and rode for the mountains.

Early morning, as the sun began to lighten the sky, they halted at the foot of the Magdin Mountains. There, they rested and took turns keeping watch for trouble.

At mid day they arose and ate.

"From here, we will follow a path that will cross the mountains. The way is not difficult but tiring to the animals. We will rest often," Bilob told the company.

"When we reach the top, we will also know if any follow. There are few places to hide along the way up," Tunob added.

"This will be good to know," Dunen said.

Immediately they mounted their horses and followed the villagers as they led the way out of the forest and began the slow but sometimes steep climb up the mountain side. The way was narrow and so they rode in single file. Bilob led the way and Geerob the rear.

An hour or so of riding brought them mid way up the mountain. Resting a little, they gazed across the flat green valley and admired the pale blue sea to the east.

As they continued, they came to a passage cut into the mountain which led to the other side. The mountain extended its peaks along both sides of the path creating a narrow ravine.

Bilob halted to look below and make sure no one was following.

"All seems well," Bilob told them.

"Good," replied Dunen and they immediately entered the ravine.

The path twisted and turned for several hundred feet. Along the path, the riders occasionally scraped their legs as their huge horses barely passed by protruding rocks. The mountain walls then receded to expose a great valley called Orlon. The valley looked peaceful and undisturbed. Dunen was awed by the beauty and so was Danar, being the first time across the range for both of them.

"Very beautiful," Danar said as he looked over the land.

"And very dangerous," Bilob warned the group. "The great beasts visit these lands."

"We will be careful," said Dunen.

All nodded in agreement as they guided their horses and continued their journey.

The pace quickened as they descended the mountain side. After a difficult ride along the rocky terrain, they came near the beginning of the forest and levelled off and travelled south parallel to the mountain.

"A little more to go and we will rest for the night." Bilob said as he called back to the others.

As the sun began to disappear behind the next range of mountains, the air got cooler.

As night approached, Bilob led them into the woods and halted in a large clearing. In the center of it, a previous camp fire remained, surrounded by a circle of rocks.

They all dismounted and quickly went to work starting a fire. They spread out their sleeping blankets and prepared a dinner. Some dry wood stored away by the villagers underneath a mound of leafs were used to make the fire and soon a small and welcoming blaze comforted their chilled bodies.

"Do you come often on this side of the mountains?" asked Danar to Bilob.

"Yes. We hunt for food in the valley below. There is great game here."

"Are there people in this valley?" he asked.

"Yes. There are several tribes of our kindred who have settled here. They are small in number," Bilob informed them.

As they prepared to eat, Esel spoke to no one, but did what was asked of him. As food was brought out, they all sat around the fire and ate what was passed about.

Dunen was curious of Esel and his people and took the occasion to ask him some questions.

"Esel, you have told me that your people have no dealings with the city folk, and yet now you come to us. What has changed your mind?"

Esel looked suspiciously at the others, but decided to speak, "We have heard that you have fought against Ernum and have won. We seek those who can help us defeat him. Although we have resisted his advances, he has conquered our land. Those of us who could fight fled and are in hiding. Since then, we have been seeking ways to destroy him."

"How have you been able to enter his prisons and find Tharan?" Danar wondered.

"Many of our people were imprisoned and tortured there. Some have given us word of his presence," he replied coldly and upset also at the thought.

All listened with great interest at Esel's story and Dunen was happy to hear further details of his brother.

"What has Ernum done with your people?" asked Bilob.

"He has made us slaves! To build his kingdom. He has abused and destroyed my people at will," he said as his anger began to surface. "We are by trade, miners. We have dug his dungeons and dig for metals for his army and fortresses. He has made us find the precious stones that buy men and women and mercenaries for his army," he told them.

Dunen and his friends were troubled by the report of Ernum's ever growing power and forces.

"What does Zuruk want us to do?" Dunen asked, eager to know more of the leader's plans.

"I will not say what our elder Zuruk wishes of you. You will know when we arrive," Esel said and raised himself, "I will go now and rest."

Without waiting for anyone's reply, he went to his blankets and lay down. All watched him go with curiosity.

Dunen realized he felt nervous to know Zuruk's request. He was afraid he could not give him what he wanted and lose the chance to save his brother.

"He seems to believe there is a way to defeat Ernum," said Danar to the others in a low voice.

"There is much we do not know, and our spies have gathered little. The Daouk may have found some way and we must praise God if it is true," added Dunen.

"Whatever the way, it will be difficult," asserted Bilob with some displeasure, "And travelling through Sousenden will not be pleasant I assure you."

"This is true, my friend, but if it were not for my brother, I believe we would be on this road nevertheless," said Dunen. "Ernum must be dealt with. I believe it is the Lord's way of telling us it is time."

All agreed reluctantly. War was not something any of them wished, but it seemed unavoidable.

"All to bed, we must begin early morn," Bilob reminded them.

"I will begin the watch," Geerob offered and the others went to their blankets, happy to warm themselves beneath the covers.

The next day, the morning sky looked unpleasant with sombre grey clouds. The ground was damp from the dew of the night and the blankets were also wet.

As they packed their stuff, they all took out dried meats and fruits from their bags to eat along the way.

The horses neighed as their masters readied them for travel. The villagers mounted first and as the others raised themselves upon their horses Bilob warned, "From here, I can only lead you to the valley of Drimil. The same path, it is said, continues south along the mountains, but this I cannot be sure. Our people have never gone further south beyond this valley."

"I will lead you from Drimil," said Esel flatly.

"Good, let us be on our way," Dunen said and immediately all urged their horses forward.

Leaving behind the forest, they climbed along the mountain side and moved south. As they travelled along, they ate their breakfast as best as they could, without slowing their pace. The wind was stronger this day and it chilled their hands and faces.

As mid day drew near, they approached the mountain pass that would lead them to the valley of Drimil.

Dunen approached Bilob as they travelled and asked, "How well do you know the valley?"

"Very little. There are a few small villages scattered far west from the mountains. That is all I know," he answered.

They soon came to the entrance of a ravine that looked similar to the previous one. They entered and travelled fairly quickly, the way being larger. The wind whistled even stronger as it passed through the mountain walls. They covered their faces as they went along.

"I have never seen such fierce winds, my lord," Danar told Dunen.

"Call me no more lord, Danar. My identity must be kept secret. I will go by the name of Turen from now on," Dunen told him.

"Yes, my lord, ah, forgive me," Danar said and Dunen grinned at his mistake.

Exiting the pass, they came upon a clear view of the Drimil valley. The valley opened to the great plains of the west, fading into the horizon. The tree line rose higher in the mountains and it was clear they would be travelling within the forest for much of the way. The travellers were glad to be back in the forest. The trees would give them shelter from the wind.

After spending some time slowly descending the mountain side, they reached the forest and began riding swiftly and steadily along a clear path. The great forest trees put an end to the wind's cold blast and all became calmer.

Mid way through the valley, Bilob slowed the pace and all drew near as they galloped along.

"The sun will come down soon. We will find a place in the forest to rest for the night," Bilob advised them.

All were happy to hear this, aching from the hard and lengthy ride.

They went on as daylight began to fade and dark shadows grew amongst the trees and hedges.

Choosing a large clear spot, they halted and dismounted. The horses were tied together to a tree and fed as Geerob and Tunob left the clearing in search of dry fire wood.

As dusk came, a fire was kindled and all drew close for its warmth. As food was brought and shared, Dunen noticed that Bilob looked agitated; his eyes gave quick glances into the dark forest.

As they sat and ate, Bilob spoke in a whisper, "Do not be alarmed, but we are being watched."

All stiffened for a moment, but gradually relaxed, not wishing the intruders to suspect that they were aware.

"How do you know?" Dunen asked with concern.

"I have seen one move as I gathered wood," confirmed Tunob.

"I also heard their footsteps," added Geerob.

"There is certainly more than one," Bilob warned them.

Dunen was amazed at the villager's skill and vigilance for as much as he kept himself alert, he saw nothing strange.

"What must we do?" asked Esel as he began to be agitated.

Before anyone could answer, a voice came out from the forest.

"Ho, there!" a male voice shouted roughly.

The company sprang to their feet and drew their swords. Quickly they made a circle around the fire and faced the dark forest for any sign of the intruders.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender peacefully or you will certainly die," the voice said calmly but forcefully.

The small group strained hard to see their aggressors but the dark forest revealed nothing.

"Who are you and what do you wish from us?" asked Dunen as he wondered how great in danger they were.

"Do as I say and you will live to hear the answer," the voice warned.

Dunen feared the worst as they stood vulnerable and outnumbered.

"We will not yield our weapons so easily," Dunen shouted out his warning.

Not a second passed after Dunen's response that several arrows whistled through the air and struck trees around their enclosure with great force.

The travellers quickly noticed that the arrows came from different directions and all around them, confirming they were well surrounded.

"If you do not obey, you will be feathered by arrows before your next word," said the voice.

Dunen fearfully believed the threat. With little choice of action, he reluctantly cast his sword to the ground. His companions were surprised at his decision and they hesitated from doing likewise.

"Yield my friends. This is not our place to die," Dunen told them.

After considering his words, they unwillingly threw their weapons down.

Immediately, dark shapes came out from the forest and approached them. A dozen or more men dressed in dark gray coats of skin and fur boots appeared, some pointing powerful bows with arrows ready to let loose and others with swords.

One figure, slightly taller and broader than the others came and stood before Dunen.

"You are the leader," he concluded.

His eyes were wide and clear and his face was lightly bearded. He was strong and confident, a warrior without a doubt.

Dunen examined the man, hoping to find the true intentions of his captors.

"I lead and I also follow," he replied.

The warrior narrowed his eyes.

"You offer me riddles?" he asked with a smirk of disdain, "Who are you and where do you travel?" he asked sternly with a grim stare.

"We come from the valley of Soloneb and where we go is of our own affair," Dunen answered him defiantly.

The leader scrutinized Dunen for a moment and then looked and studied the others.

"You are travelling south. You are going to the kingdom of Dernak," he said, revealing that he knew their destination, "It is said that the people of Soloneb have no dealings with the people of Dernak?"

"You have spoken well," asserted Bilob.

"Then why are travelling there?" he asked Bilob suspiciously.

Bilob returned his stare and held back his tongue from revealing anything.

The leader examined Bilob and was impressed by his stature and build.

The leader then noticed Esel hiding in the middle of the travellers.

"And this one is different," he said as he motioned Bilob to move aside.

Bilob reluctantly moved away.

"And not of these parts, I would judge," he added the moment he studied his size and clothes.

"I am not a city dweller!" Esel spat out.

"In this, you speak the truth," he agreed as he wondered about Esel's origins.

The leader then stepped back and watched the whole group.

"There are great riches and pleasures in the south, hmm?" he said as he searched to know their purpose, "Many seek to offer their services to the king of Dernak."

"We seek no business with Dernak," Dunen told him assertively.

The leader smirked with unbelief.

"Maybe, but we will soon know the truth. Take them," he ordered his men and then turned and walked back into the woods.

"Wait. What have we done wrong?" Dunen asked, but was soon motioned by their captors to start walking.

Dunen unwillingly obeyed, knowing that little would be gained to argue. Danar gave him a concerned look and his companions wondered what was to become of them. Esel followed angrily.

Their captors gathered their stuff and led their horses after them.

Dunen's company followed as the warriors kept vigilant watch over them.

After a long walk in the dark forest, they came to an open area were horses were left behind with other warriors. Torches were lit and handed to some who would lead the way. The warriors mounted their horses and Dunen and his friends were given their horses.

Their leader gave a last look at the band and then led the way as they all followed at a slow pace.

As the night drew on, Dunen and his friends approached what seemed to be a village. As they drew closer, they realized that it was a large camp surrounded by the forest.

Not many fires were lit inside the camp which made it difficult to guess its size, but many of small and large tents could still be seen filling the great field.

Some warriors moved about the grounds, but the greater number, were now fast asleep.

Examining the camp, Dunen was even more astounded once he discerned that this was not some nomadic tribe which had settled here for a short time, but an army. He then estimated that they would be about five thousand in number, if not more.

Dunen looked back at Danar and saw that he was also impressed with the size of the camp and probably believed like him that this was an army.

The company was soon brought to the center of the camp, before a crude wooden house, the only one in the whole camp. The structure had no windows along its sides, but only the door had a barred hole at the top.

Dunen and the companions immediately identified it as a prison and knew that this would be their place for the night. As they imagined, the warriors ordered them to disembark, and once the door was opened, commanded them to enter.

Inside, the house was entirely one room. Two small torches lit the room revealing pillows and blankets laid out along the walls. The only furniture in the house was a small square wooden table. Four chairs were set one to each side.

Once inside, they all watched as the warriors closed the door with not a word said.

The companions looked at each other unhappily.

"Forgive me Dunen. We failed you," Bilob sadly and humbly declared.

Geerob and Tunob nodded with embarrassment.

"You did not fail us," Dunen answered him.

"I should have been more vigilant," Bilob told him.

"And I also," he told him trying to comfort him but felt angry at his own carelessness.

"Do you know who they are?" Danar asked Bilob.

"I have never seen these men before," Bilob could only answer.

Dunen thought about his brother Tharan and now worried if the mission to save his brother had come to an end.

Frustrated and angry, he questioned his plan and wondered if had also endangered the lives of his friends.

"I must speak to their leader," Dunen decided and moved toward the door, but Danar grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"My lord! Let us be patient," he advised while understanding Dunen's grief.

"Patience! We have been imprisoned and have done nothing wrong!" Dunen spat out angrily.

"Agreed, but we do not want to anger them. Their leader will speak with us tomorrow," Danar reminded him.

Dunen listened but found it hard to do nothing.

"Let us wait till morning. We were to rest for the night," he calmly persuaded him.

At first Dunen struggled to accept Danar's counsel but then yielded after realizing that his request could anger his captors and worsen their present situation.

Dunen could see that Bilob and the others also wanted him to do as Danar said.

Gradually he calmed himself and then felt embarrassed at his outburst, "You are right Danar. We will wait till morning," he told Danar and then chose a place to rest.

"Let us not lose courage," Danar told everyone, "These are not some band of robbers or else we would have long been robbed and killed," he reasoned and everyone agreed with him.

"They spoke as enemies of Ernum," added Geerob.

"Yes, they did," Tunod added in agreement.

"And we must convince them we are also enemies of Ernum," Bilob said fervently.

"We will, but now we should rest. Tomorrow may be a long day," Danar advised.

"Or a short one," Esel remarked cynically.

Everyone gave him a hard look but it did not change his pessimism.

"Let us pray God for a good day," Danar said.

"Wisdom and strength will come from the Creator," Tunob exhorted and everyone but Esel put away their doubts. The companions then prepared their beds with blankets and pillows and laid down to rest.

Bilob prepared his bed next to Dunen and was saddened to see him disturbed with grief.

"They could have let us finish our meal," Bilob whispered disappointingly.

Dunen smiled at his friend's great love of food even during difficult times. For a moment, he forgot his troubles.

Bilob was glad to see him smile.

"Things will go well, my lord," he told him confidently as he lay down and pulled a cover over himself.

Dunen then saw Bilob's face turn to displeasure.

"What is it?"

"The blanket is too short," Bilob told him and Dunen held back from laughing.

"You can complain to your captor tomorrow," Dunen told him sarcastically, but Bilob only gave him a smirk. "Sleep well, my friend."

"A better night for you," Bilob answered as he went to bed in a huff.

As the room quieted and Dunen felt calmer, he thought upon their predicament and took the time to pray to God.

'Forgive me Lord for my impatience and my fears. Protect us and speed us on our way. I know that You are with us and your caring eye beholds us always. Help me to speak to these strangers and prepare their hearts to give us back our freedom.' he said and felt comforted by his prayer and communion with God. 'Thank you my God.' he said as he closed his eyes and went to sleep in peace.

It was dark and only shadows could barely be seen moving. The noise of men screaming could be heard fading in and out like waves. Suddenly a loud and terrifying shriek pierced the gloom and then two bright lights, close together, appeared. They turned and drew closer and closer growing ever brighter until they became eyes of fire. Fire and smoke suddenly burst out with a thunder. Dunen woke up troubled and breathing nervously. He looked around and saw his companions asleep. He realized he was dreaming and relaxed. Somehow, it was easy to remember his dream, he thought, as if it was real, but he didn't understand it. Too tired to think, Dunen put it aside and went back to asleep.

*

Early next morning, outside the city of Dernak, its huge gates opened and a great host began to stream out. With blaring trumpets and great cries, the great army marched out.

King Ernum sent forth three legions of soldiers as his commanders watched from the walls.

Duridon, Ernum's captain, led the army. He rode rigidly and menacingly upon his black and powerful stallion. Wearing a dark gray armor, it barely reflected the light of day while a black cape flows off his shoulders, fluttering behind him. Helmetless, his thick black long hair bounced at the rhythm of his horse. With a cruel gaze and merciless manner, Duridon was known to strike fear and dread to whoever stood before him. Upon his coat lay the bright red emblem of a Leviathan with its mouth spewing fire.

Behind him trotted three horsemen who bestowed the banners of Dernak. The middle banner bore the emblem of the Leviathan, the one on the right, an emblem of crossed swords and a shield and the one to the left a snake with its mouth open and visible fangs.

Five thousand foot soldiers marched in order after him, the valley echoing their footsteps. After them came one thousand archers and one thousand horsemen.

Lastly, a great number of carts carrying gear and supplies followed behind.

Moving towards the northern mountains and the pass that leads to the valley of Drimil, the army of Dernak began its journey to capture the city of Teranda.

*

Dunen and his companions woke up early in the morning. Even before they could say a word to each other, they heard footsteps outside the house and the door suddenly burst open. Several guards entered with their swords unsheathed.

"Come with us," one of them ordered.

The companions looked at each other and obeyed.

One by one they left the sombre house into the light of the early morning. Other guards came and escorted them.

As they moved through the rows of tents, the huge camp was alive with men performing their tasks. The rising smoke of camp fires stretched across the whole field as they prepared and ate breakfast. The aromas of the morning meal soon reminded the travellers of their ever growing hunger from their interrupted supper of the previous night.

As they approached the main tent, the leader who had captured them appeared at the entrance. Even during the day, the man looked fierce and threatening.

Keeping the door cover open, he waved them to enter. They obeyed and were followed by him and several guards.

Inside to their surprise, they found the floor covered with bright and colourful rugs. All kinds of images were quilted upon them from trees to animals to hunters. Trunks lay beside the walls and at the far end, sitting upon a mound of large pillows were three aged men dressed in bright coloured clothes. They watched them enter with stern faces. Dunen and his companions approached them and bowed.

"What are your names?" asked the man in the middle.

"I am called Turen and this is Danar; we are both from Teranda. This is Bilob, Geerob and Nurob of the valley of Soloneb, the village of Maarkaat. The other is Esel from Daouk," Dunen said as he presented the group.

"Terandians, dressed as villagers! This is truly odd," he said as a suspicious smirk crossed his lips, "Much evil has come upon the great city of Teranda these last few years, I hear," he continued, "Your king Dunen has done well to regain his father's throne."

"Yes. He has done well," Danar said proudly.

"The sin of Favro has cost him dearly. His life he lost and almost his kingdom!"

Dunen and his friends tensed at the accusation.

"What do you mean? What sin?" asked Dunen.

"He had forsaken our advice and worse, our call for help," the man answered.

Dunen was now surprised and his friends looked at each other.

"My-King Favro never forsook a call from his friends," Dunen affirmed.

"We warned him of Ernum, but he paid no heed! We asked him to help us ward off his advances and he refused. Your king cared only for himself and his precious city. And now he has paid the price," the elder told them bitterly.

"We never heard of such things. King Favro never acted in such manner. You lie," Danar accused him defiantly.

"Lie!" a tall and slender man shouted as he stepped forward from behind Dunen and his friends.

The travellers turned to see the man.

"I was there," he continued as he glared at them angrily, "I spoke with him myself."

"What is your name?" Dunen asked.

"I am Tusek. I was sent many years ago to warn and ask for help. And after I spoke, Favro turned his face away," he said coldly.

Dunen could not believe what he heard, but there were many of his father's dealings of which he was never made aware. Maybe his brother would have known about these meetings, or even Menfre, but he never heard of these things nor did Danar.

"Forgive me, but I know nothing of the king's dealings and even less of his actions, but-" Dunen began to say but was interrupted.

"Favro was blind not to see the rise of Ernum. He left behind a weakened army for his son to fight with. This was a grave mistake and has brought us all much trouble," said the elder with disgust.

Dunen wanted to defend his father but he restrained from commenting because he wanted to hear more of what happened.

"The evil one never rests. Only fools loosen their guard when all seems peaceful about them" he finished.

Dunen became upset over the lack of respect for his father; nevertheless, he tried to calm down realizing that the man had good reasons to be angry. He did agree that his father became less attentive to the welfare of Teranda and the growing menace of king Ernum.

"I cannot deny your anger. If King Favro failed you, I am sure it was not by wicked purposes. He was a worshipper of the Creator and served Him well," said Dunen.

"I will not deny that he was a true worshipper," Sarim agreed, "But how could God not open his eyes?"

This was a question that Dunen struggled to understand ever since the fall of Teranda, but it was not the time to discuss it. He had to return to his brother's rescue.

"I also question this, but there are things we will never know," he answered him, "And who are you and whom do I speak with?" asked Dunen as he returned to his current problem.

"I am Sarim, vanquished ruler of the people of Muni," Sarim replied gruffly.

"Vanquished! By whom?" asked Danar.

"Are all Terandian's blind and ignorant!" he burst out. "Or little do you care what goes on outside your valley! Too comfortable is your nest, I say. Teranda's walls are truly formidable, but they did not protect you from Ernum's wicked desire," he said and then his anger subsided and seemed to reflect his own past. "Nor could I keep him away from my fair town, the place of our birth."

The other Muni nodded with anger and sadness.

Dunen and Danar felt shamed by Sarim's words and also saddened by what he had revealed. It amazed and yet disturbed Dunen that so many people depended upon Teranda's strength, even those who lived very far away. These people hoped that Teranda would protect them from their mutual great enemy.

The importance of Teranda to all the regions started to weigh heavily on Dunen's shoulders.

It was now becoming the only great obstacle in Ernum's plan to conquer the entire region of Elnoren and many people counted on its strength for safety.

"We are not blind. And there is hope for better days," Dunen answered firmly.

"Hope! What hope against such forces? Will Teranda save us? Who will defeat Ernum?" he spat, "You have seen what is left of the strength of my people. I pray only for a day when we can go and save our families, our friends and escape into another land, far from the evils of Dernak."

"Sarim, you must not run and hide!" Dunen told him emphatically.

"Why? Why would a Terandian be concerned what we do? Or rather, are you pleased that we are in bondage by him?" Sarim accused bitterly.

"Maybe they seek peace with Dernak! Maybe they are delegates to sign concords of friendship?" Tusek accused and many of the Muni grumbled angrily with agreement.

"No!" Dunen shouted to be heard.

The tent quieted and all stared at Dunen.

"We will never be friends with Dernak," Dunen said slowly and determinedly, "I give you my oath as I serve the Creator.  I am grieved for what has been done to your people, but to flee will benefit neither you nor those who seek peace."

"Humph. Fighting will be the end of our people. He has steel and strength of arms. His city has walls equal to Teranda. There is no hope of battle and victory!" he told him frustratingly.

"Alone, I agree, but together, it will be a different story," Dunen told them confidently.

"Together! Your people care only for their own skins. Will they leave their walled city? And if by chance Teranda will come, we would number half of Ernum's army. It would be foolhardy to go against him."

Dunen knew that his estimate was right, but he now sensed that God certainly had a plan. He was not led here by mistake and His Spirit was convincing him of this.

"Teranda will help. We will fight for you and with you," Dunen told him assuredly.

Dunen's companions looked at him with surprise.

Another Muni spoke out, "Ha! Have they built the towers of Perethes for nought? They are not concerned with us on this side of the great mountains."

The Muni nodded and murmured in agreement.

"The heart of king Dunen is open to those who seek peace. The Lord God has opened his eyes and now sees beyond the walls. Teranda will no more remain idle in the affairs that occur outside its kingdom. He is aware of Ernum's evil plans and by God's grace seeks at this moment to destroy them," Dunen said fervently as all were moved by his words and awed by his conviction.

Sarim looked at him with suspicion and interest.

"How do you know this? Do you know him well?" he asked.

"Turen!" Danar called Dunen, worried about what he was doing.

Dunen looked at Danar. Danar gave him a wide eyed stare hoping that he would understand his concerns.

Dunen understood Danar's fears, but knew he had to trust his intuition. "I know him well. I am he. I am King Dunen," Dunen revealed.

All in the room gasped with surprise, including Dunen's friends who did not expect him to reveal his identity.

Sarim slowly rose from his seat as he continued to stare at Dunen.

"You are called Turen," said one of the elders seated next to Sarim.

"A name my father called me when I was young. The names of my companions are theirs. I am Dunen, son of Favro."

"You lie! King Dunen would never dare travel with so few men!" another elder challenged his identity.

"True, but I have my reasons. I am Dunen," Dunen said firmly.

"Wait!" shouted Tusek. "Let me see his face."

Dunen turned as Tusek approached to get a better look at him.

After taking a moment to examine his face, he turned to his people, "He has the face of Favro."

All the Muni began chattering until Sarim raised his hand to silence them.

"If you are King Dunen, why have you left your city?" he asked.

Dunen wondered how much he could tell them. "I travel to Sousenden to speak with the leader of the people of Daouk," Dunen only revealed.

"His people?" Sarim asked as he pointed to Esel.

"Yes."

"Why?" Sarim asked as he wondered what could make the king of Teranda risk his life for a meeting.

"The king's affairs are not for your ears," Danar stated aggressively.

"Need I remind you that your lives are still in my hands?" Sarim warned him.

Dunen intervened before the leader could get angrier. "Sarim! The Daouk have been enslaved by Ernum and wish to be free. They say they can help us defeat him. Their leader will only speak with me."

Sarim looked at Esel and calmed down as he considered what Dunen explained.

"How then can we know for sure that you truly are Dunen?" asked one of the elders.

Dunen thought for a moment how he could prove his true identity. "My sword will say who I am," he finally said.

"Yes. I have seen the sword of King Favro." Tusek told everyone.

The elders nodded in agreement.

"Onir, fetch his sword," commanded Sarim.

Onir nodded and left the tent immediately.

Sarim's anger faded as he studied Dunen. If the man before him was King Dunen, he had to accept that he was not like Favro and he should deal with him differently.

"Give our guests pillows to sit," Sarim ordered his servants.

The servants fetched pillows from within the tent and laid them in a half circle before their leaders.

"Sit and be comfortable," he said and the group sat crossed legged upon the pillows.

"I was told that we interrupted your meal of the night before. You must be hungry?"

"Yes!" Bilob quickly answered with hungry eyes before Dunen could say a word.

Dunen gave him a quick displeasing look.

"We would be thankful," answered Dunen.

"Bring food as well," Sarim ordered and the servants left the tent. "Forgive us if we have offended you in bringing you here. We are very careful that no word of our presence comes to Ernum."

"I would have done likewise," said Dunen.

At this moment Onir returned and brought Dunen's sword. Not knowing who to give it to, Dunen told Sarim, "See for your self."

The scabbard was made of thick plain leather with no markings. A simple scabbard, but the hilt of the sword gave a glimpse of the magnificent Terandian design, well known in all the lands.

Sarim, as if unworthy, took the scabbard gently and then pulled the sword out. Its silver metal brilliantly glistened from its glass like polish. The Muni all marvelled at the sword.

Sarim looked upon it with awe. He had never seen a sword like this in all his life. The stories of Terandian swords beautiful design failed to describe what he saw. Beside its artistic carvings, Sarim could not believe how light it weighed.

"You will see the emblem of my family and my name below it, above the handle," Dunen explained.

Sarim looked and recognized the emblem of the royal family of Favro and Dunen's name. Convinced, he gave back the sword to Dunen and saluted him honourably by outstretching his arm with an open hand, and then bringing it to his heart.

"Welcome king Dunen among us. You are amongst friends. Little have our people mingled with your people, but peace our fathers shared and so it will remain. I have spoken harsh words-," Sarim said feeling a little ashamed for his previous outburst.

"You have spoken with your heart and I honor this as any true leader of his people should. I thank you for your welcome, and I bestow Teranda's friendship to you and your people," Dunen gave a short bow.

Sarim and his elders appreciated Dunen's words and were now glad of his presence.

Food and drinks arrived and were laid before the company.

"Drink of our juice. It will refresh your soul," Sarim encouraged them and they all gladly took their cups and drank.

Dunen and the others greatly appreciated the cold and sweet taste of the beverage.

"It is truly a delicacy!" said Bilob appreciatively after emptying his cup. His companions also agreed which made the Muni happy.

"Someday, I would like to know what happened to your city, but now is not the time. I fear I've caused you trouble in your affairs, which I regret and ask for your forgiveness," Sarim sincerely apologized.

"Do not fret, Sarim. It is good we are together and can speak face to face," Dunen comforted him.

"You are gracious. But let us consider your words. You say we should fight Ernum, but I cannot see how we can defeat him."

"Neither do I," Dunen told him honestly, "My advisers and I have considered many plans for his downfall and yet we have not come to any decision. The city of Dernak is formidable and Ernum has acquired a large and well trained army, fitted with excellent tools of war."

"Do you know of his plans?" Sarim asked.

"I am sure he seeks to take Teranda. And I am surprised that he has not done it sooner," Dunen told him as he ate, "And we all know the consequences if Teranda falls."

Sarim and his elders already knew that if Teranda fell into the hands of Ernum, they would have to flee to farther lands or else become slaves to Dernak.

"Then in what way can we help? For we surely want to rid him from this world and return to the peaceful lands of our youth."

"I have seen your army, but I do not know of its strength."

"We are two thousand and more strong. Good riders. Good with the sword, spear and bow," Sarim informed him, "In times past, before Ernum, we were not a people of war. It is in these last years that we have come to know and use weapons of war," Sarim told him.

"Your men would be much welcomed in this fight," Danar said as he considered the hope of gaining a new ally in their struggle.

"We are not equal to the skill of Teranda nor equipped with the same armor and steel, but we are a willing and a determined people," Sarim told them with confidence.

The Muni men all nodded proudly.

"It is all we ask – and that you wait for the right moment," Dunen added.

"We will wait, but how will we know when we are needed and what we must do?" Sarim asked.

"We will find a way to warn you. If by the second moon you have no word from us, you must send messengers to Teranda and tell them of your will. The captain of my army, named Menfre, will advise you," Dunen told him.

"Very well. And what of your errand? Do you need help?" Sarim asked.

"I have all that I need."

"How long then will you be gone in this secret journey?"

"Ten days or less, but this I cannot be certain."

"Hmm," Sarim bowed his head a moment and considered Dunen's words. The others sat motionless, as they waited to hear more of his thoughts on the grave matter.

He then spoke for a time in whispers to the elders who sat beside him and then returned his attention to the waiting guests.

"We will do as you say and fight beside you."

Dunen was greatly relieved by the decision.

"If there is a way to defeat Ernum, then we wish to take part," said an elder.

"A wise decision. One that will bring hope and peace to both our people," Dunen told them happily.

"We could only pray. I have seen much of his evil and cannot endure it any longer."

"I believe that God will deal with him shortly. Together we will overcome his wickedness," Dunen said confidently.

"When the day comes that our people are at peace, I will come and visit Teranda," said Sarim.

"You and your people will be welcomed. We will have a great feast and much rejoicing. And we will then have all the time to speak," promised Dunen.

"Then I give you my word, we will give ourselves to this task," pledged Sarim.

Dunen was greatly encouraged to have met Sarim and praised God for the new friends.

"I must now beg your leave Sarim. Our task demands urgency," Dunen said humbly.

"You have eaten so little and I have kept you from your nourishment, stay and take your fill," he pleaded.

"Your friendship has strengthened me more than nourishment could have," Dunen said as he stood up and all got up likewise.

As Bilob saw Dunen rise abruptly, he quickly snatched up as much food as he could carry before he got up.

"You honor us, King Dunen," Sarim said and as he noticed Bilob clutching his food, he added with a grin, "Please, take some food for the journey."

Dunen noticed Bilob with his hands filled with food and looking embarrassed.

"We will appreciate it. Thank you." Dunen answered as he gave a disappointing glance at Bilob.

"Then I bid you peace in my country and blessings of God on your journey till we meet again."

"Lord willing, we shall," Dunen added.

"Gather their horses," Sarim ordered a servant, "You have entered my camp an enemy, but you leave a friend. How strange the times," he said as he led them out the tent.

"I believe stranger things are still yet to be seen."

Outside, the horses were brought and servants attached bags containing food for the journey. Dunen's company then mounted.

"The Lord keep you and bless your journey," Sarim wished him.

"By God's grace, we will fight side by side on a day to come. Then we shall have a time of fellowship and a glass of your sweet juice," Dunen said confidently.

Sarim grinned and said, "Farewell lord Dunen."

"Gather your strength Sarim and prepare your people, the day of reckoning comes swiftly."

"We will be ready," he assured him.

With a wave, Dunen and his companions trotted through the camp and soon entered the forest. With a gallop they sped away towards the mountain pass that would bring them to the valley of Drimil.

Except for Esel, the others gave each other a reassuring grin, happy to be on their way again.

Most of the morning was spent riding up the mountain slope and going through the pass. Once again the winds were strong in the mountains and quickly their legs, hands and faces were chilled by the blowing air.

As they crossed into the Drimil valley, they decided not to stop for lunch upon the mountain slope, but to keep on, seeking a warmer spot in the deep forest below.

Finding a good place amidst the trees, they rested and ate.

"I will lead you from here," Esel told the travellers, "We will continue south. This will bring us through the valley of Drimil. It is inhabited by small settlements and Ernum's soldiers roam about. We must be careful. We must then ride along the eastern plains of Dernak and move south and along the Magdin. The plains are greatly populated and there are many villages and towns, all under Ernum's will and greatly watched. My village will be east of the Torit Mountains. We will ride faster and gain time through the plains."

All accepted Esel's plan, trusting that his route was the safest way since none of them had ever travelled in the region of Sousenden.

Ending their lunch, they continued their journey, this time with greater care. Bilob, Geerob and Tunob kept their trained eyes as they rode along. During the ride, the three villagers often spotted homes, people or signs of a settlement before the others could discern them. On these occasions, the company circled wide to avoid being seen.

Several times, the travellers cautiously crossed roads that led to Dernak, but found not a single soul upon them. Each and every time, their hearts raced with fear at the thought of being discovered.

As the ground swiftly passed beneath them, the mountains that surrounded the city of Dernak began to loom ahead of them. Just the thought of its nearness, although it lay on the other side, made the company cringe.

As the day dragged on and while they rode along a great flat stretch of field, Bilob drew his horse close to Dunen. Dunen saw by Bilob's frown, that he was troubled.

"What is it?" Dunen asked as they galloped along.

"We are being followed," Bilob informed him.

Surprised Dunen asked, "Are you certain?"

Danar and Esel noticed Dunen's expression and wondered about their conversation.

"Certain, yes, but after us, I am not," Bilob answered, "This way may be used by many."

"Where have you seen them?"

"Along the woods and behind."

"Dernak soldiers?"

"I could not tell," Bilob answered.

Disturbed, Dunen did not know what to do.

"They could be travelling in the same direction; we must not be troubled. I and the others will watch."

"Very well, let me know if they continue. And warn the others," Dunen told him.

Bilob nodded and casually moved away from him. With great care, the company rode on, but kept their eyes trained for any sign of trouble.

As daylight withdrew itself from the approaching night, they arrived at the border of the valley which opened to the great plains of Sousenden. Esel then brought the ride to a halt.

"We must rest for the night," he said to the others.

Dunen turned to Bilob and asked, "Have you seen anything more?"

"Nothing. I do not think they were after us," he answered.

Looking about with some apprehension, Dunen said, "Well then, we must rest. Let us look for a place."

Finding an open space in the woods, they made camp for the night. The pack animals were relieved of their burden and stuff was taken for the nights meal and bedding.

A fire was not made for fear of gathering attention.

"So far, we have done well," said Danar.

"The road ahead holds even greater danger," Esel reminded them solemnly.

"How much travel is left from here?" Dunen asked Esel.

"A day and a morning," he answered.

Dunen was anxious to arrive and hear of some news concerning his brother. He sadly reminded himself that he should accept the possibility that his brother had already died any time since the Daouk people journeyed to tell him the news. But he hoped and prayed his fears were wrong.

During the meal, Dunen noticed Tunob humming a song.

"Do you sing Tunob?" Dunen asked.

Before Tunob could answer, Bilob eagerly spoke out with a burst that spewed food from his mouth, "He is a poet!" he exclaimed Bilob proudly.

"Oh! Excellent! Share with us a poem," asked Dunen.

Tunob gave Bilob a displeased stare for revealing his interest.

Bilob frowned back and said, "Give your king a poem!" he demanded roughly.

Feeling guilty for asking Tunob, Dunen said, "If you wish, of course."

"It will be a pleasure my lord," he answered him but still upset with Bilob's forthcoming.

They all waited patiently to hear Tunob and were glad for the pleasant distraction.

"I wrote this when my heart was taken by a damsel," he explained.

They all grinned with understanding.

Then he began,

How can I sleep?

When my thoughts are of you.

When my heart yearns your presence,

and wanting always to be together.

How can I sleep?

When I am troubled by the fears,

of losing you forever.

Not understanding the walls that bar the way.

And lose the hope of being with you again some day.

How can I sleep?

After an evening of your beauty,

so close and yet so far.

Fearful of my words,

that can break us asunder.

How can I sleep?

As my mind seeks an answer,

how to capture your attention.

Weak as I am,

and lost in my ways.

How can I sleep?

But to hope in my Savior,

who can mend the broken pieces,

and guide the blind seekers.

Only He can I rest my head,

on a pillow of peace and love.

Tunob's companions were impressed with the poem.

"Very well done! Words from the heart," Danar complimented.

"I told you," Bilob said grinning with pride and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Is this woman, still in your life?" Dunen asked as he wondered about the woman in the poem.

Tunob looked at him and sadly shook his head.

"I am honoured, Tunob. God has gifted you," Dunen told him. "Promise me you will someday come and recite in my halls?"

Tunob smiled proudly, "I would be greatly honoured, my lord," he answered and gave a short bow.

"We must rest," Esel interrupted coldly and left.

"A strange little one this fellow," Bilob commented with a smirk.

They chuckled and as they finished their dinner, Dunen volunteered to begin the first watch.

The others eagerly went to their beds, happy to rest from the long and strenuous ride.

Danar placed his bed beside Dunen. Dunen sat cross legged as Danar lay down.

"I begin to long for Teranda," Danar told Dunen.

"Tunob's poem made me yearn for Marani and my family," Dunen related.

Danar could only nod and understand his king's feelings.

"I am glad that the Muni have joined us." Danar said as he considered the day's outcome.

"I am also glad, but we are still not enough to defeat Ernum. We must do more than just defend ourselves. His reign must come to an end and his kingdom subdued, if we should have any peace," Dunen said gravely.

"I cannot see how this can be done," Danar said disturbed by the overwhelming task.

"Neither do I. But, nothing is impossible for our God," he reminded him encouragingly.

"True. We must be strong and trust in Him with all our hearts," Danar agreed confidently.

Dunen gave him a smile, happy for his faith.

"Good night, my lord. Wake me when you are tired, I will relieve you."

"Very well, Danar. Sleep well."

Dunen looked up into the clear night sky. The stars were bright and twinkled unabated.

As he sat there, he thought of his family. He missed his wife Marani and his children. His heart pained to see them and hold them again. He also wondered about his mother and Menfre, hoping all was well in his city.

As he was thinking, a noise from behind him caught his attention. Quickly he turned to look but saw nothing unusual.

His heart began to race, fearing a sudden attack. He carefully looked around in the dark shadowy woods, but saw nothing moving. As he calmed his fears down, from the corner of his eye he thought he saw a shadow slip behind a tree. Unsure of what he saw, Dunen jumped to his feet and slid out his sword from its scabbard with a ring of steel.

Dunen kicked Danar with his foot as he continued to watch the dark woods.

"Danar! Awake! There may be trouble."

Danar momentarily grumbled for being awakened, but immediately understood Dunen's troubled tone. He rose quickly with his sword in hand.

At that moment, several shouts came out from all around their camp and the noise of men running through the forest pierced the silence.

"Arise Bilob! Arise!" shouted Dunen as a dozen or so foes raced towards the camp with swords drawn.

Bilob and the others sprang from their beds and grabbed their swords.

The group had little time to set themselves in a proper defensive position before the assailants engaged them in combat.

Dunen and his companions were forced to fight with one to three adversaries at a time. Bilob and his brethren cried out wildly and surprised the attackers by their fierce strokes. Several of them were soon dead before they knew what sort of men they faced.

Dunen and Danar fought well keeping back their opponents, but Esel retreated from the onslaught of his adversary. Dunen seeing him in danger, shouted, "Esel! Get behind Bilob."

Esel gave his opponent several swings of his blade before retreating behind the huge torso of the villager. Bilob quickly bared the way of the foe and took up the fight. Scared, Esel remained in the middle of his companions as the fight raged on.

Dunen noticed that many of the assailants were different from each other. They wore different garments and their size and features also set them apart. He guessed they were not part of a tribe but a band of robbers, bonded together only by their evil purpose. Their combating skills were crude, which gave the travellers a great advantage.

Suddenly another shout was heard and the enemies ended their attack and raced off into the woods. Geerob ran to his bed and picked up his bow and arrows. With great swiftness, he let several arrows fly before the intruders could get too far. His arrows found two targets before they disappeared in the dark woods.

All looked at each other, panting and sweating, glad that the attack was over.

"Thieves!" Esel spat out hatefully, "They roam the land robbing the weak."

"I am sure they did not find us weak," Bilob said proudly as he breathed heavily and swivelled his huge sword.

"Bless the Lord we were warned before they could come closer," said Tunob, "We would not have survived it so well."

The others considered the terrible possibility and thanked the Lord it turned out well.

"A foolhardy attempt and a great loss to their numbers," concluded Danar as he looked upon the dead thieves.

Danar's words made Dunen think of the pack horses which were tied by the trees outside the camp area.

"Our stuff!" Dunen said and then turned to the spot.

All looked and were dismayed to find their pack animals gone.

"The dogs! They have taken everything!" cried Bilob.

All were angered by the loss.

"Not all, some of the bags are with us still," Danar informed.

"Let us be glad we have our horses," Tunob reminded the group.

"Their attack was not a complete loss after all!" Dunen considered.

"You bless God and follow Him and yet He allows this evil to befall you?" questioned Esel harshly, surprising the others.

"We all suffer the sins of our parents," answered Geerob.

"Sometimes the Creator has a purpose for His children. A reason only He knows," added Geerob gently and the others nodded in agreement.

Esel stared back coldly and then turned away, trying to understand what he was told.

"All our food was in the sacks," Bilob exclaimed with a look of horror.

All grinned at his great reaction.

"A day's journey will bring us to Artok, where we can buy food," Esel told them as he looked away from the company.

"Is it wise to enter a village?" asked Danar.

"It is not a village, but a town. It is safer in those parts to be under the care of an innkeeper than to lie out in the open," Esel explained.

"We have certainly seen the truth in this," Bilob said sarcastically.

"If you believe it is safe, then we will do as you say," Dunen agreed with some apprehension.

"There is an inn that I know. We can eat and rest for the night and buy some food for the remainder of the journey," Esel also informed them.

"Very good. Let us rid ourselves of these men and get some rest," said Dunen.

As Dunen watched Esel help the others, he wondered about his aggressive manners and hoped that not all of his people were of the same spirit.

The next day was uneventful as they left the valley of Drimil, travelling quickly along the foothills of the mountains and then into the great rolling plains of the west. By midday, the company travelled due south and entered the valley of Dernak. Moving southeast, they rode towards the great mountains of Adra.

Dernak, although far away, could be clearly seen as a dark blot against the mountains that sheltered it. Even at this great distance, it sent a chill down the spine of each traveller. Dunen felt that the ominous character that ruled it could see them as they rode along the flat land.

Suddenly, it struck Dunen that he could see the dark and evil city that imprisoned his brother. For a brief moment, he wanted to turn his horse around and ride towards it and rescue his brother, but he knew that it was foolhardy. He yearned to see his brother again. Praying earnestly to God, Dunen begged for his safety till he could rescue him.

# Chapter 4

# COMPANY AT THE INN

Riding through the day with little breaks, the mountains of Adra began to loom before them. As they approached the outskirts of the mountain, the plains gave way to rugged ground and scattered trees. The hills grew and became obstacles along their path but Esel, knowing well his way, always led them through trails that opened the way.

Their path joined a common road which they took heading towards Artok. As they approached the town, the sun began to disappear behind the forest trees. The town had several large wooden buildings that housed inns, workshops and other trades. Further out, farm houses and fields lay scattered around the center. Few of the people were out and whoever remained eyed them with great suspicion as they entered the town center. The men who sat or stood by the road watched them with some interest. Dunen felt naked and discovered by these eyes, imagining they could discern their identity and purpose. Except for Esel, the others were uneasy and imagined they entered a trap.

They trotted along and came to a building marked Druwin's Inn. A young boy who sat on a chair by the door jumped to meet them as they came to the inn.

"You seek a place to stay, my lords?" asked the young servant eagerly.

"Yes. Only for a night," answered Esel coldly.

"I will take your horses," said the boy as he held Esel's horse.

They all dismounted and helped the servant bring the horses into a barn attached to the inn.

"Your horses have ridden far and hard, I see," he said as he examined them.

The travellers didn't like that a small boy could so easily guess their recent activities.

"Indeed. They deserve a good rest," Bilob told him.

"They will be well cared for, I assure you," the little servant proudly promised.

Being confident that the horses were in good care, the company entered the inn.

The dining room was large and dim. Candles were lit in several places, failing to illuminate the huge room. A dozen or so tables crowded the place. A staircase to one side of the room, led to a second floor. Two doors at the back joined the eating hall to the kitchen. A few strangers were at the table eating or conversing and halted their meal a moment to eye the newcomers.

Bilob's nose twitched and sniffed the aroma that came from the kitchen with great anticipation.

The door to the kitchen burst wide open as an overweight man with tussled hair, bushy eyebrows and a thin moustache came out in quick paces.

"Welcome! Welcome, gentlemen! What can your humble servant Tutur do for you, aye?" he asked in a joyful manner.

"We seek food and shelter for the night," answered Esel.

"Oh, yes! Yes indeed, we have place. Come in, come in and have a seat," he motioned them in, glad for the new business.

"Our horses are in your stable to be cared for," Esel said.

"Good! They will be well cared for, I assure you. Come. Sit and be comfortable. And what would my lords wish to have?" he asked, anxious to increase his pockets.

The company sat near the middle of the room and all were eager to eat being deprived from the night before.

"Give us what you have ready," answered Dunen.

"I have a good porridge that will delight you, some meat, fish from the sea, fresh bread and the good cheese of our parts," he replied proudly.

"That will do," Bilob answered quickly with starving eyes.

"Would you like some of my ale? All say that it is the best in the valley," he proudly offered.

"Best in the valley I will gladly debate; nevertheless, I will have some," Esel said reluctantly.

The rest of the company, being very thirsty, gladly accepted. Happily, the innkeeper trotted off to his kitchen.

"It seems all is well," said Danar looking about the room curiously.

"I will be glad when we leave this town; I dread staying here," said Bilob, revealing his uneasiness, "Although, a good meal will be a blessing."

Just as he spoke, the front door opened with a bang and three strangers straddled in. Hardly stopping at the entrance, the leader, a large muscular and fierce looking man walked in boldly.

"Tutur, you cheat! Come and bring us food and your watered down ale!" Immediately, the newcomers spotted Dunen and his companions. With an eye of suspicions they slowed their pace as they chose a table not far from Dunen.

Dunen and his friends examined them for a moment and then turned away their gaze.

"I hope the ale is not watered down," Bilob commented with concern.

Tutur rushed out from the kitchen to greet him with a troubled look.

"Ah, my lord Dorrut! How good to see you again?" Tutur lied as he masked his fear and disappointment.

"Shut that foul mouth of yours and have sweet Loyan hurry with some food," Dorrut said with a lustful desire as he sat back in his chair.

"Of course! Of course my lord," he answered and ran back to the kitchen.

A small stream of men entered the inn and soon the place was busy and noisy with loud conversations. Servants came hustling out from the kitchen bearing large trays of food and drink for their customers and the chatter subsided.

One maid came and brought Dunen and the others their meal. She was beautiful to look upon, but it could be seen she masked her unhappiness with a forced smile.

"Loyan! Come here my sweet," shouted Dorrut as he saw her.

"In a moment," she said to him quickly as she hid her nervousness and disgust at seeing him.

Dunen saw her unhappiness and felt sad for her. She laid her tray in the middle of the table.

"I will return with cups and dishes, please give me a moment," she begged.

"Thank you. Do not hurry," Dunen told her sympathetically.

Startled by his kindness and smile, she froze a moment as she looked upon him with great interest. She then examined Dunen's companions, wondering who these men could be and then scurried back to the kitchen.

"I am so hungry, I can eat this whole tray by myself," said Bilob staring wide eyed at the food.

"No doubt, nevertheless you will restrain yourself for our sakes," said Danar and they all chuckled.

Loyan came back with the cups and dishes and laid them before the men as she scrutinized them with great curiosity.

"You are not of these parts?" she asked in a low voice as they began to eat.

"No. We come from Elnoren," Danar said not wishing to reveal their origin, but for some reason, felt he could trust her.

Her eyes widened when she heard this and a yearning could be seen to overcome her.

"Elnoren! I am from Elnoren, until I was taken here," she said unhappily.

"Loyan! Come here," demanded Dorrut as he began to be impatient and disturbed by her interest with the strangers.

"Coming!" she answered and left unwillingly.

Dunen watched her go to Dorrut and soon saw how Dorrut took her by the waist and forcefully drew her to him. This angered Dunen, knowing well that she disliked him and was displeased with his treatment.

"My beauty, I have missed you. Have you missed me?" he asked her as he kept her close.

"No, Dorrut," she said bluntly.

"Ha, ha. But my flower, I have missed you. I can make you happy," he offered.

"I am not interested," Loyan said and with a quick shove, pushed him away, escaping his grasp and returning to the kitchen.

Dorrut's companions laughed at his failure to win her. Unhappy, he frowned at her rejection. Dorrut also spotted Dunen's satisfied glance which angered him the more.

Dunen returned to his meal and his companions were now a little worried over Dorrut's aggressive attitude.

"It is common that women are taken from conquered villages and sold to towns as slaves. Ernum has brought this evil to pass, for his friends," Esel whispered with disgust.

"That son of the serpent! He has gone far in his wicked ways," Bilob spitted out angrily.

"He has done more than your ears could ever bare," added Esel with hatred.

Loyan returned to Dunen's table and brought a jug of water.

"Some water my lords?" she asked.

"Yes, that would be kind," replied Danar hoping to show her some sympathy.

As Dunen watched her serve, his heart was burdened to help her. The more he considered the thought, the more he felt sure of his desire.

"Are you forced to stay here?" asked Dunen directly.

Loyan was stunned by the question and fear took hold of her.

"Do not be afraid," Dunen calmly told her.

"I was sold to Tutur, the inn keeper and have no money to buy my freedom nor has my family. We are a poor people," Loyan related sadly.

"Do you wish to leave?" he asked her.

Surprised by the question, she hesitated with fear. "Yes," she answered cautiously.

"I will speak to your master and buy your freedom," Dunen said.

His companions froze with shock upon hearing his words.

"We cannot be troubled by the affairs of others," Danar strongly advised Dunen, his eyes warning him of his error.

"I do not recommend-," Esel began to say before they all discerned that Dorrut had come to their table.

"You seem to be quite interested in this man, ayyy, Loyan?" probed Dorrut, as his eyes kindled with anger.

"No, my lord. I am to be friendly-," she said nervously before he cut her off.

"Friendly! Then come and be friendly with me," he said and grabbed her by the arm.

All the chatter in the room came to a sudden halt as Dunen rose from his chair and firmly said, "The lady was serving our needs and we are not finished with her," he told Dorrut with a stern gaze.

Dorrut stopped and glared at Dunen angrily. Pushing Loyan aside, he stepped closer to Dunen. Dorrut was a taller man then Dunen and larger in build.

"You seem to care more for her than your life," he said menacingly.

Dunen's friends slowly rose from their chairs and manifested their displeasure over Dorrut's words towards their king. Their boldness and build made it clear to Dorrut that these were not common folk, but strong men and not to be meddled with so easily.

"You will leave the girl alone," Dunen suggested threateningly.

Dorrut was not happy to yield, especially in the presence of many onlookers.

"Pray that we do not meet again," he warned as he slowly returned to his table.

Dunen and his companions regained their seats.

The room gradually became noisy with conversations concerning the incident.

Loyan came to Dunen and bowed.

"Thank you for your kindness," she said humbly.

"It is nothing. We leave early tomorrow morning. I will arrange it with the inn keeper."

"Thank you, my lord," she said cautiously but with great relief. She then left and returned to her duties.

Dunen and his friends sat down as Dorrut watched them from afar with smouldering angry eyes.

"I do not understand why you promised her freedom? You endanger our plans," said Danar, displeased with his king's decision.

"I could not leave her here. She is in peril," Dunen said as they continued their dinner.

"And so are many more! Do we end our mission to save them all?" Danar argued.

"I-I do not want her to remain here," Dunen replied with hesitation, not sure how to explain his decision.

"It is enough that we have Ernum to fear, but now we have one more enemy to consider," Danar added.

"I have decided. I gave her my word. I will not revoke it," Dunen said firmly.

Danar frustratingly withheld from further arguing the matter. His companions looked on, worried and curious over Dunen's actions. Slowly they laid the matter aside, but wondered why he had acted so.

Early the next morning, Esel arranged for some food to be packed and placed on the horses. Dunen also spoke with Tutur and paid for Loyan's release.

As they prepared to leave, Loyan appeared by the stables. She wore a riding cloak with the hood covering her head. She looked nervous and glanced around cautiously.

"You will ride with Danar," Dunen told her.

"Thank you, my lord," she said happily, but with some apprehension.

The company mounted, disturbed by her presence. Quickly they rode away from the inn and in a short time, left behind the town of Artok.

By mid-day, they arrived at the northern tip of the Torit Mountains. They stopped to eat and gave the horses rest by the side of a small river. Loyan felt much calmer, being far away from Artok. Danar remained displeased by her presence and spoke little.

"We have but a few hours to ride. I will not bring you to the village of Daouk, but to a secret place where Zuruk is hiding and others who have escaped Ernum's grasp," Esel told the group.

Dunen nodded to him and then turned his attention to Loyan.

"You say you come from Elnoren?" asked Dunen as the others listened.

"Yes," she answered.

"Which village and where in Elnoren?"

"I come from the small village of Uruan, which lies beside the great mountains of Magdin, west of Sandinor."

"You were taken by whom?" Dunen asked.

"Soldiers from Dernak," she said bitterly, "Before the planting of the grains, they came from the mountains suddenly upon our village and took us with great force," she recounted sadly, "I was taken and sold in the city of Dernak, then sold in Artok to the innkeeper Tutur."

Everyone was angered by her account, but Danar became suspicious and entered the conversation.

"How could the army of Dernak come from the mountains? They cannot be crossed!" Danar questioned her.

The others also considered it impossible and doubted her story, except for Esel.

"They came through a tunnel in the great mountains," Esel revealed without concern.

His companions looked at him with puzzled stares.

"What?" Dunen could only say.

"We were not prepared for this. I have been through it," Loyan added.

"A tunnel?" Danar exclaimed.

"Yes. A tunnel through the great mountains. I was taken through it!" she affirmed.

Dunen and his friends could not believe what they heard.

"She speaks the truth," Esel said, "My people made this tunnel," he told them with some pride, "We were captured for this very thing."

"What do you mean?" Dunen asked.

"We are mountain dwellers. We mine the mountains and carve its rock. It is our mastery. Ernum forced us to make this tunnel."

Danar gasped, "Dunen! This means-. The way to Teranda is open!" exclaimed Danar.

At Dunen's name, Loyan gave a small gasp, her eyes widening with astonishment and uncertainty.

Dunen and the others noticed her reaction, as she continued to stare at Dunen with great fixation.

He nodded, "Yes, I am Dunen, king of Teranda," he told her with a friendly smile, "But you must not tell anyone, agreed?"

Loyan nodded nervously and remained stunned for a long time after.

Returning to the terrible news, Dunen became troubled and greatly concerned, considering the serious implications.

"Sandinor is in greater danger than Teranda at this moment," said Dunen, still wondering over the grave consequences of the tunnel.

"Still, Teranda must be warned," Bilob said fervently.

"Yes. We must send someone immediately!" urged Danar.

"Wait. We will first see Zuruk then we will send messengers," Dunen declared, "How long ago was the tunnel completed?" Dunen asked Esel.

"After the rains, in the time of planting," Esel informed.

"Ernum has been hard at work and very secretive. We heard nothing concerning this tunnel," Danar said as he contemplated the matter.

"He is no fool. He knew the Daouk would not warn us of his doings," Dunen concluded.

Esel frowned at the accusation, but then felt troubled at the thought that because of his people's isolated practice, they had actually helped Ernum's plans.

"No doubt, the passage will allow him to send his army into Elnoren without having to confront Sandinor's wall," Danar said.

"The port of Sandinor and the sea vessels would be a great tool in his hand," Dunen speculated with great concern.

"This is terrible news indeed. The added wealth and influence would greatly increase his power and who knows to what extent!" exclaimed Danar.

"Teranda would fall at his choosing," Dunen sadly added.

Everyone was greatly troubled as they considered the dreadful fact.

They also felt dismayed by Ernum's unhindered aggressive plans and by their present weakness. The region of Elnoren now faced the greatest menace. Disturbed by the discussion, they looked at one another, searching for answers among themselves. Their gazes soon fell upon Dunen, who was deep in thought.

"What can be done, my lord?" asked Geerob.

"I am not certain. Much must be considered," Dunen calmly answered.

"Let us bless our God, for he has revealed unto us the evil plans of our enemy," Tunob said.

"If it is not too late," Esel murmured.

"And by the hand of a maiden," Bilob noted and the others smiled at Loyan.

"We must hurry and warn Sandinor," Dunen said.

"We must first finish our course," Esel said coldly.

Dunen nodded and all rose to depart.

As they continued their journey, they came around the mountains of Torit and began to climb its southern slopes. The forest stretched itself all along the slope and reached close to the peak of the mountain range. The path was difficult and narrow in some cases. Esel, knowing his way, led them along. Dunen noticed that Esel did not use some well trodden path, but went through dense forest.

After trudging along what seemed for hours through the forest, Esel stopped abruptly. The others halted behind him, and hoped that this was the end of their exhaustive ride. Esel raised his left arm high with his hand open. After a moment he lowered it and turned to the others.

"We enter the farthest perimeter of the camp. Follow me closely. If you wander off, you will be killed," he warned them and kicked his horse forward.

The others followed, disappointed more that the difficult ride continued then for his warning.

After a long climb, they came upon a small plateau void of trees. The mountain took a steep rise along the plateau and a large tunnel gaped open in the center.

Three of Esel's people holding spears, guarded the entrance. They were dressed in clothes of dark shades of brown tightly fit, as if it were another skin.

The company halted their ride before them and Esel dismounted.

Dunen and the others watched as Esel was happily greeted by his brethren and spoke a moment with then.

Ending his conversation, he approached the others.

"All is well. You may leave the horses with my brothers. I will lead you to your room, where you may wish to refresh yourselves. Zuruk will speak with you later," Esel told them.

"Thank you," said Dunen and all dismounted.

As they left the horses to the guards, they were taken into the tunnel. Torches lit the tunnel very well as they walked along its damp interior. Wooden beams were set every few strides for support and the stone floor was smooth. Dunen had never been inside a mountain before and was impressed by their skill.

After a short walk, they entered a small cavern, with another passage at the opposite end. They entered it and after a short walk, came to a huge wooden door, guarded by a single Daouk. After a sign from Esel, the door was opened. Warm air rushed out as the door opened and they all walked into a huge cavern. The floor was made of square bricks and huge stone columns rising high to the ceiling. Dunen could not tell if the cavern was natural or if the Daouk had excavated it. The walls to the height of two men were cut as flat as possible. The hall, if it could be called so, was organized as a temporary shelter. Tables were set to one side of the room and bags to another. One corner seemed to be a workshop of some kind and was now in use by several men hard at work making spears or shields. A huge basin, filled with water, was at the center of the hall. Other doors along the cavern walls led to other tunnels or passages.

Following Esel, they crossed the hall and entered another tunnel which led them to a cavern that was much smaller than the previous one. It contained a few tables, a trough full of water and cushions and blankets to sleep on.

"You will remain here till summoned. You may rest if you wish. Food will be brought to you soon," Esel told them.

"Very well and when will we see Zuruk?" asked Dunen.

"I must speak to him first," he could only say.

"Very good. We thank you for your kindness," said Dunen.

Without any other word or expression, Esel turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Strange people these Daouk," said Danar watching him go.

"I agree with you. They are hard as the stones they work with," Bilob remarked, "And to live in these holes like snakes or ants, I find them even stranger."

"They have a village like yours," Dunen reminded him.

"But to work in holes, rather than beneath the sun and trees, I cannot understand," Bilob argued.

"Let us rest while we have the time," Danar suggested and the others all went about to wash themselves, lay down and rest their wearied bodies from the long ride.

Hours later, Esel reappeared to bring them to Zuruk. They all followed Esel into the great hall and then entered another tunnel. This led to a long hall with many columns supporting the stone ceiling. Dark shaded carpets covered the whole floor and richly green shaded drapes hung on the walls. At the far end, an old man was seated on a small stone throne. Drapes with emblems and woven pictures of famous men and historical events, surround the seat. Guards stood not far on either side of the man and other Daouk people waited before him. Zuruk and his nobles were dressed in lavish clothes of green, gold and blue. Dunen was struck with surprise to find that some Daouk dressed in such splendid apparel in these darkened caverns.

Following Esel, they all came at the foot of the throne and bowed before Zuruk.

"Welcome. I am Zuruk, the leader of Daouk," Zuruk said calmly and with a deep voice. His hair was white and thick. His face was ragged and pale, like most Daouk, but firm. He had a piercing gaze, reflecting a wise and strong character and obvious to anyone that he ruled with a firm hand.

"I am Dunen, king of Teranda. On behalf of my people, I wish you long life and peace between our people," Dunen cordially said.

"Peace we will have the day that Ernum lays dead," Zuruk answered bluntly.

"I assure my lord, it is my intention and the will of my people, to do our utmost in resisting Ernum and with God's grace, defeat him," Dunen firmly promised.

"Well, this is to be seen. Teranda has never paid attention beyond its realm. Your father did not care much that Dernak grew in strength and wickedness. Sandinor no less," he said critically.

Once again, Dunen was reminded of his father's failures and now it was up to him to restore the honour that Teranda once had with its neighbours.

"I humbly ask forgiveness on behalf of my father and my people," Dunen said, "Teranda surely became deaf to the cries and blind to the evil works of our enemy, but I give you my word, we have changed our hearts and now see clearly. As you well know, we have also paid a great price."

For a long moment, all were silent as Zuruk examined Dunen attentively and considered his words.

"True, but your people are safe behind your great walls, while my people run and hide for their lives," he answered bitterly.

"We are safe! For how long?" Dunen asked. "You know very well no one is safe. I have committed my people to the downfall of Dernak. This I surely swear I will do," he added sternly.

"I hope you speak the truth or, as you say, no one will escape with his life," Zuruk answered ominously.

Dunen knew very well the consequences if nothing were done.

Zuruk then relaxed his position. "I know you are anxious to hear of your brother," he said to him, "He is still alive."

Dunen could not help but smile with joy and looked at Danar who was also happy to hear the news.

"My people have spoken to him only a few days ago. We have helped him stay alive as we could."

"I am grateful to you and your people for the kindness bestowed upon my brother. I swear it will not be forgotten," Dunen promised thankfully.

"I see that my people have a purpose in all this. We do not like to deal with city dwellers, but times have changed and we are forced to change our ways. We want something in return for the deliverance of your brother," Zuruk told him.

"What is it?" Dunen asked hesitantly, as he suppressed his hopes, fearing the unknown request.

"We want Ernum killed and the power of Dernak destroyed, immediately," Zuruk demanded.

Dunen and Danar looked at each other and were worried by the overwhelming request. After a moment of thought, Dunen replied.

"You must understand that we also greatly desire to end Ernum's reign, but at this time, we are not capable."

"You have the sword of Teranda!" Zuruk shouted as he rose from his chair, "You can defeat him. No battle has been lost with this sword."

Dunen looked at Danar and wondered if he should reveal that he did not have the sword and worse, he did not know where it was. The sword's legend was well known in all the regions and many put great hope that it would defeat their enemies and bring peace again.

"I do not have it," Dunen finally revealed reluctantly.

"What?" Zuruk asked with astonishment. "You lie?"

"I lie not. The sword was hidden many years ago by my father and we do not know where it is," he told him unhappily.

"Then we are truly doomed," Zuruk said in dismay as he slowly crumpled back into his chair, his hopes diminishing.

"Then your brother will perish as will my people," he concluded sadly.

Danar stepped forward and explained, "There is still hope if we fight him together."

"How certain are you of this, hmm?" he asked with unbelief.

"It is our only choice," Danar could only answer.

"You doubt it yourself!" he burst out, "And you want us to fight your battles? I'm no fool!" he added angrily, "If you cannot help us, why would I help you?"

Dunen understood Zuruk's anger but he could not let go of his only chance to save his brother.

"Zuruk, I give you my word and before the Creator, that I and my people will do all in our strength to destroy Ernum and his kingdom, but you must give us the time," Dunen pleaded.

"Promises! You will settle your city affairs and let us rot in Ernum's dungeons and remain his slaves forever!" Zuruk accused him angrily.

"No!" Dunen quickly answered firmly, "I know too well that even Teranda is not safe from Ernum. Alone we cannot defend ourselves against him and you know he desires Teranda. We who wish peace in Sousenden and in Elnoren, must work together to defeat him. I can assure you, if it were not for my brother, I would have come here nonetheless. I would search for any who would willingly help us defeat him."

Zuruk watched him intently, scrutinizing his character to determine his sincerity.

"Together! Who do you speak of?"

"There are others that I cannot name. I will also speak with Sandinor to join our cause. And if your people join us, then the greater our hope."

Bilob also added boldly, "And all the people of Soloneb are with Teranda," as he straightened himself and gripped his sword firmly.

Zuruk considered Dunen's words and then spoke secretly to his counsellors beside him and after a moment of reflection he said, "Very well then. I will take your word Dunen of Teranda. The Daouk will also do what is necessary to defeat our common enemy."

Dunen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A wise decision and one that will certainly change the tide."

"I will tell you how we can help you. Many months ago, Ernum invaded our lands. We are not a war like people and quickly surrendered. I, the rulers of my people and many of our men escaped. It is Ernum's custom to kill the leaders of the people. He then took many of our people to mine the mountains for metal and build his city. As we dug his dungeons in Dernak, we discovered your brother," he told him. "Secretly; we made tunnels to the dungeons for the purpose of saving our people. At any time, we may enter unseen and rescue whom we can."

"Where are these dungeons?" Dunen asked with great interest.

"Within the western mountains of Dernak."

"Next to the city?" Danar asked worriedly.

"Yes, but there is a path well hidden along the mountainside that will bring us to the secret tunnels. We use them often."

"When can we go?" asked Dunen, his heart racing, eager to save his brother.

"When you are ready. We will bring you inside the dungeon, but we will not help you get your brother. Our people must not be seen by soldiers of Dernak, or they will surely punish our people. If you are captured, you must not divulge the secret of the tunnels and our work," Zuruk demanded gravely as he looked at each of them.

"We promise," Dunen solemnly swore.

"I place the lives of our young and old upon your word. Do not fail us. We have already risked much for your brother. Remember this well," Zuruk warned solemnly and then shifted in his chair and continued, "As I have told you, we are not a people of war. We can make good weapons to fight, but we have no skill in battle. You must help us learn to fight."

"We will train you. Danar will be left behind and teach you," Dunen quickly added.

"My lord!" Danar contested his king's offer, "I wish to remain by your side."

"Bilob, Tunob and Geerob will be with me. I will be safe enough," he assured him, "They must be thought to fight. It is of great importance and we need them. You only can prepare them quickly."

Danar realized it was the right thing to do, "Very well my lord."

Returning to his conversation with Zuruk, Dunen asked, "Will you be satisfied with Danar? He has captained Terandian soldiers for many years. He has fought along my side and my father's and has seen many battles. He is more than capable to help you."

"His teachings will be welcomed. The skill of Teranda is well known. I will give him charge of instructing my men," Zuruk gladly agreed, "If you wish, you may leave for Dernak early tomorrow."

"Thank you. I must request one more thing from you," Dunen asked.

"Speak."

"Esel has informed us that your people have made a tunnel to cross the eastern mountains of Dernak to Elnoren," Dunen related.

"It is true," Zuruk replied.

"I must then urgently send a message to Teranda and to Sandinor, to warn them of this passage. Ernum may plot to strike Teranda by the coast and they are unaware of this. They must be warned. Ernum certainly seeks to take Sandinor first, and if it falls, we will lose a most valuable ally."

"Very well, I will immediately send my best riders for your messages."

"Send them to the wall of Sandinor. They in turn will use birds to quickly reach the cities," Dunen suggested.

"As you wish, as for other matters, we will discuss them at your return. Have you any other requests?"

"Yes. We have rescued this woman from slavery in Artok and ask that you find her a place to stay," Dunen asked as he pointed to Loyan.

"No my lord!" she refused as she came forward and knelt before Dunen, "Let me be your servant. Please, let me repay your kindness. I am your willing servant," she asked pleadingly.

Dunen felt a little embarrassed before the nobles of Daouk, but also admired Loyan's grateful attitude and spirit.

"You have won her respect, lord Dunen," Zuruk said, "It should not be lightly discarded."

Dunen looked at his friends for a moment and wondered what he should do.

"It seems so. Very well, you may remain with us. You will serve Danar with his tasks until I return," he told her.

"Thank you my lord," she gladly said and raised herself and gave a low and respectful bow.

Ending their meeting with Zuruk, Dunen and his companions were led back to their room.

The villagers and Loyan sat apart from Dunen and Danar as they discussed what should be written in the letters.

"I hope this letter reaches Teranda in time," Dunen said with concern.

"I worry more for Sandinor," Danar said, "They are in greater danger than we."

"True. They cannot fall or we will be the last city to stand," Dunen determined grimly.

Danar nodded, disturbed by the possibility.

"He has spent much effort to open a way through the eastern mountain. I am sure they seek to take Sandinor," Dunen guessed.

"Maybe not, my lord," Danar said after a moment of reflection, "If they plan to take Sandinor, they know that Teranda would strike them from behind and give them a great blow. It would not be a wise move," Danar explained.

"True." Dunen agreed as he considered Teranda's part in helping Sandinor.

Dunen lay back in his chair as he thought upon the matter and feared not knowing Ernum's plans.

"Very troubling Danar," Dunen said frustratingly.

"Yes, my lord," he could only say with great concern.

"Whatever his purpose, we can only warn them and hope by God's grace we are not late in doing so. I trust Menfre will know what is best for the city," Dunen hoped, "Ernum's plans will be revealed in due time."

"Pray God we know it soon," Danar wished as he considered the difficult situation they now lived.

# Chapter 5

# THE BATTLE AT PERETHES

Menfre rose early as the morning light barely touched the sky. Walking slowly along the wall of Perethes, a cool and gentle breeze caressed his face. He wore his armour with his sword dangling by his side and his helmet firmly on his head.

His soldiers calmly waited, some verifying their bows and others spoke in whispers one to another. Menfre walked the wall with determination, his face carved with suspicion and defiance. As he passed openings within the wall, where his archers would send their arrows, he peered out into the gloomy mountain side and looked at the barely visible camp of Ernum's army.

Nervously, he thought upon today's coming conflict and wondered if he had forgotten any important detail in the complex preparations. When the news came that a great army from Dernak approached Teranda from the western side of the Magdin Mountains, Menfre knew that this would be a great battle with the safety of the city in the balance.

The news worsened as they confirmed that Duridon, Ernum's foremost captain, led the army.

Apart from the serious thoughts, Menfre took the time to smile and greet his men with a pat on the shoulder as he continued to walk along the wall. He received welcoming and proud smiles, as they greatly honoured him. Menfre felt confident of his men and knew they would fight valiantly for Teranda.

Amongst the men of Teranda, recruited tribesmen from the Soloneb valley stood out from the others. Their size and build made them conspicuous even though they wore the armor of Teranda. God had blessed him with strong and loyal men and he loved them dearly.

The great victory over Ernum's forces in the hands of Lurion, gave Teranda enough time to rebuild and strengthen the army and assure a stronger defence. It gave them also the time to extend and solidify the wall of Perethes. It was practically rebuilt being reinforced by six feet and raised some thirty feet higher.

The wall closed the great crevice that existed within the mountain range that surrounded Teranda, making it a formidable barrier to overcome.

As the sun began to lighten the sky, the valley below became more visible. Menfre thought of Dunen and Danar who were now far away. They would probably be in the region of Sousenden at this time. He wondered how they fared and if they were aware that Ernum's army now stood not far from their beloved city? If Dunen did see the army, would he abandon the rescue of his brother, he wondered. A part of him wished he were here with him, but something told him he was still on his journey to Daouk. All he could pray now was not to fail Dunen in his charge of the city.

Noises interrupted his thoughts as his soldiers began their duties for the day's battle along the wall. Soldiers replaced the sentinels, and weapons were being carried to the wall. The Terandian camp that lay behind the wall began to shift with activity. Ending their breakfast, the fires were put out, the smoke rising into the air. Looking out over the other side of the wall, the enemy camp came to life as well.

Praying to God, Menfre asked, 'Be with us, oh God, Lord of Hosts. Help us defeat them, with your strength and courage.'

As he ended his prayers, he reminded himself that he should join Manru. He left the wall to return to the command quarters.

As Menfre approached the command quarters, officers entered and exited in a constant flow. Upon entering the building, Menfre saw Manru studying a map laid out on a huge table of Perethes and the road leading to Teranda. Officers stood about him and paid attention to his orders.

"We can do so much with the gates. If they are broken, they must be set on fire. This will give us enough time to evacuate Perethes and enter the city. The archers will place themselves along the mountain sides and hold them as long as possible to give us time to withdraw. Is this understood?", he told them firmly, as he looked at them seriously for their assent. The officers nodded with agreement. Manru then noticed Menfre.

"My lord. I am finished with them, do you have anything to add?" he asked.

Menfre drew closer and said, "No. Enough has been said and done. I am satisfied with the preparations. Let us pray our God that we can withstand them with all our might," he encouraged them.

"They will pay dearly, my lord," said one officer confidently, and the others agreed.

"Indeed they shall. So let us go and be strong. The Lord of Hosts is with us and let us offer Him today our all," Menfre told them boldly and they all gave a shout.

As the officers put their helmets on and marched out of the room, Menfre and Manru watched them go with satisfaction. Giving each other an encouraging smile and a pat on the shoulder, they took their helmets and followed behind. Their smiles quickly faded as they prepared to face the terrible task and the loss of life to come.

Outside, soldiers shouted out orders and scurried off to their duties and positions.

Menfre and Manru walked to the wall and climbed one of the four stone stairwells that led to the top of the wall. They then walked over to the center of the wall, right above the wooden gates.

This would be the center of the conflict as the enemy would seek to break the doors. Their archers would keep the defenders busy as their soldiers try to scale the wall with great ladders.

Presently, the Terandian archers practically filled the wall. Mounds of arrows lay along the wall for a constant ready supply. They would be the ones that would inflict the most harm upon the enemy and were the most numerous. Foot soldiers bearing spears were also stationed to ward off enemies who reached the top.

As the defenders now waited, the activity in the enemy camp increased swiftly. The clatter of equipment, animals, cries and shouting echoed up the mountain side.

In a short amount of time, soldiers bearing large protective shields lined up in rows, one behind the other. And behind them, archers also gathered in rows. Another row of shield bearers followed and again a line of archers.

At the rear, several lines of soldiers were positioned and ready. Their thousands filled the mountain slope like a great moving carpet.

At the center, a large passage was left open amidst the ranks. As all quieted on either side, the Terandians could see a lone rider appear at the far end of the enemy camp and trot slowly forward along the passage set before him.

As Menfre and Manru watched the rider approach, they knew it was Duridon. He rode upon his black stallion wearing his armour of blood red. All who watched could sense his evil nature.

As he came at the forefront of his army, he halted. Facing the great wall, he sat straight and bold. His immense forces stood behind him, adding to his stature and demanding respect.

"I am Duridon. Captain of lord Ernum's army," he shouted with a booming voice, "It is futile to resist. Teranda will be mine. This time I assure you, I will capture it and Dunen will in no wise take it from me. Fight if you will, it is your foolish duty and ultimate doom," he said mockingly then turned his horse briskly and raised his sword to his army.

Immediately, the shield bearers marched forward followed by the archers. The Terandian archers prepared themselves and readied their bows as they waited for them to come into shooting range. The gleaming tips pointed menacingly, waiting to be launched.

Hidden amidst the numbers, Duridon's soldiers raised their long and heavy ladders as they marched toward the wall. The ladders were wide enough for a single soldier to climb with ease and the base larger to prevent tipping.

Once the enemy was close enough, Manru ordered the archers to shoot. Instantly, a cloud of arrows left the wall and struck the enemy ranks.

Their shields deflected the missiles as they hid behind their shields. When possible, their archers fired back as they marched under the protection of the shield bearing soldiers, but some were struck by the Terandians and fell dead or injured. Slowly they advanced toward the wall.

Upon an unheard signal, the soldiers carrying the ladders raced forward toward the wall. Their archers sent volleys of arrows at the same time to give little chance for the Terandians on the wall to shoot at their unprotected soldiers.

Many of the tribesmen from Soloneb being excellent archers were able to strike down many soldiers, forcing them to drop their heavy ladder. Other enemy soldiers, who were able to raise the ladder, were then struck down causing the ladder to crash down upon themselves.

Of the dozen or so ladders sent against the wall, only four were placed and soldiers began to climb them quickly. The ladders were set just below the openings of the wall making them unreachable by the defenders.

Other soldiers from the enemy ranks were soon sent to recover the fallen ladders and move them toward the wall.

After a long struggle, the enemy laid nine ladders along the wall, but hardly succeeded in reaching the top as they were feathered by arrows.

After what seemed a long and foolhardy attempt by the enemy to climb the wall, a trumpet was sounded and Duridon withdrew his soldiers.

Left behind were nine ladders along the wall and hundreds of dead soldiers scattered across the grounds. A small group of shield bearers and archers remained close to each ladder to hinder the defenders from pushing them away from the wall.

On the side of the Terandians, few men were slain from the struggle.

"They retreat," said Manru as he watched them draw back.

"What has he in store for us?" wondered Menfre as he tried to guess Duridon's next move.

"He will try for the gate," Manru guessed.

"I agree. The ladders are placed to divert our attention," Menfre added.

The Dernak army withdrew to their original position and assembled once more in ranks. Duridon could be seen moving about and shouting orders. The narrow passage at the center of the army grew larger as the soldiers moved to either side.

The Terandians knew that the passage was being prepared for some reason, so they watched with great interest.

Not long after, a low rumble could be heard coming from the far end of the enemy camp and behind the tents. The tents obstructed the view further down the slope. No one could be sure what made the sound. To most, it sounded like a great number of horses.

As they watched, they all felt nervous over the mysterious sound. After a short wait, a dozen or so horses appeared trotting along the passage. Behind them, they towed a large wooden cart. Still far off, they could not distinguish its purpose until it came closer.

Whispers of awe could be heard all along the wall as they recognized the enormous contraption. At the center of the machine, several tree trunks were piled one on top of the other and formed a battering ram.

As the horses gained speed, the ram was driven toward the doors.

The Terandians knew that the doors were well fortified, but were not so sure how it would withstand the huge ram.

The ram pulled by the horses gathered speed as it approached the wall. The rumble of its wheels and the pounding of the horse's hooves echoed on the mountain side.

Just before striking the door, the horses veered away from colliding. The ram continued on its course and struck the door directly at the center.

The wall trembled at the impact. Horses that failed to turn away at the last moment, also crashed into the wall with great cries while the rest were released.

Menfre and Manru moved to the inside of the wall and looked down. An officer stood behind three soldiers who inspected the door.

"Maren! What of the door?" Menfre asked him.

The officer raised his head and shouted, "All is well my lord. The door withstood the blow. Some of the beams have been broken, but all is well," he informed them with a confident grin.

Menfre and Manru were happy and gave each other an encouraging smile.

A great shout was heard from the enemy camp and both captains returned to peer out the wall.

Once again, Duridon's soldiers charged the wall. Some began to climb the ladders that lay against the wall, others brought new ladders and their archers began sending their deadly storm of missiles.

The Terandians continued their efforts to keep the soldiers from reaching the top and from placing new ladders on the wall.

"They have failed to break the doors. What will Duridon do now?" wondered Manru.

"I am not certain. He tested the doors and must realize he cannot enter by them. The ladders seem to be his only way, and if he chooses to take this path, he will pay a great price," Menfre stated confidently and Manru agreed with a nod.

"That son of the serpent has other plans I am sure," Manru said assuredly.

"We can only wait and see," Menfre added.

Ending their conversation, they both went about examining the battle and giving out orders.

A dozen ladders now stood against the walls and soldiers bearing shields crawled slowly upward. With so many ladders at one time, and the constant flow of arrows shot at them, it became difficult to hinder the advancing enemy.

From the enemy camp, soldiers brought torches to waiting archers. Their arrows wrapped in oiled rags, were set on fire and shot at the gate. After a constant flow of fiery darts, the battering ram was in flames and the wooden doors scorched by the fire. Smoke began to rise along the wall and cloud the defenders. As smoke affected the eyes, the soldiers drew back.

"Bring water!" shouted Manru to officers below.

They quickly sped away and soon, buckets of water were carried to the wall and raised up by ropes. One by one, the water was carried upon the wall and cast at the fire below.

Avoiding the barrage of arrows from the enemy, the Terandians were able to drop the water, but with great difficulty and some injury.

Menfre joined Manru above the gates.

"How goes it?" he asked.

"Apart from the smoke, we fare well. Enough water is poured to stop them from burning the gates," Manru said as he rubbed his stinging eyes from the smoke.

"Praise God!"

At that moment, at the north end of the wall, cries of distress rose as a flow of enemy soldiers came over the wall. Terandian soldiers replaced the archers to confront the intruders.

Menfre immediately left Manru to move to the troubled area. Menfre shouted for officers to position archers on the ground and shoot the enemy.

With little space on the wall, the enemy found it difficult to add to their numbers and gained little ground. After a worrisome moment, with the help of the archers, the Terandians were able to defeat the invaders and stop the flow from the ladder.

Menfre moved among the wounded men and helped them vacate the wall. Fresh soldiers took their place and the bodies of the enemy were thrown off the wall.

Once the wall was secured and strengthened, Menfre returned to Manru.

"A difficult moment," Menfre noted.

"What does he gain with this slaughter?" Manru questioned frustratingly.

A trumpet was heard from the enemy camp and immediately, the enemy soldiers withdrew again.

The Terandians were relieved to see them go and hoped this was the end of a foolish attack but, to their dismay, they regrouped and once again, arrayed themselves against the wall.

Once again a path amidst the ranks was opened and all guessed that something new was planned for them.

As they mused about what was to come, several horse-drawn wagons began to race up the path. The riders rode on the horses rather from the small wagons.

Everyone wondered what the wagons would accomplish. With astonishment, the onlookers watched the wagons race toward the wall. Within a short distance from hitting the wall, the horsemen swung the horses away making the wagons swerve and crash against the wall. Six wagons were smashed and left against the wall as the riders raced back to camp. The bewildered Terandians looked on as archers with flaming arrows drew close and shot the wagons setting them on fire.

"Do they think to burn down a wall of stone?" exclaimed Manru with great astonishment.

Menfre began to fear this strange action, "Water! Bring water, now!" he shouted.

His soldiers immediately obeyed but were not fast enough to bring water to the fires. Black smoke quickly billowed into the air, creeping along the wall and then reaching the top.

At that moment, the enemy with a great shout sprang forward toward the ladders.

Sections of the wall were now completely clouded by the smoke and to the Terandian's terrible distress; they were choked by a burning sensation in their throats and eyes. The archers and soldiers withdrew from the smoke, looking for pockets of clean air to breath. Some even fell off the wall trying to escape the sickened air.

Brave archers managed to let their arrows fly, but were too few to deter the oncoming numbers.

"My lord! What do we do?" asked an officer as he rubbed his eyes from the smoke.

Menfre and Manru found a section of the wall that was not overcome by the smoke, and stood considering the grave situation.

"This snake has spewed its venom!" Menfre said angrily.

"We will not be able to put out those fires in time," informed Manru.

"I know. The wall is lost," Menfre concluded with great frustration and disappointment, "We must evacuate the wall and strike them as they come over. Gather the archers to the ground. Set the soldiers for battle, but we will not hold it. Prepare to return to the city," Menfre ordered.

"Ay, my lord," Manru said and sped off realizing that time was short.

"Ready yourselves. We must hold them off and give our people time to withdraw," Menfre shouted to the officers.

With nods of ascent they ran off, shouting orders.

The smoke, shifted by the wind, moved over the length of the wall making it difficult for the soldiers to find their way to the stairs.

As the wall was slowly abandoned, the enemy soldiers appeared. Menfre and his officers remained last to oversee the evacuation and to their surprise, were confronted by the enemy sooner than expected.

Unsheathing their swords, Menfre and his officers battled the enemy with great skill. Many were cut down by their mastery, but they were soon challenged by others. The smoke and its sting affected them but not the enemy soldiers who wore masks over their mouths.

As Manru watched from the ground, he was struck by fear as he saw Menfre and his officers being caught in the middle of the battle and soon trapped from reaching the stairs on either side.

Menfre and his men fought valiantly as they moved toward the stairs. Giving a last offensive thrust against their opponents, they made their way to the stairs and scrambled down.

The Terandian archers began to shoot, hindering the enemy from pursuing after their prey. Some were struck down, but others survived the deadly missiles with their shields and remained upon the wall. It was not long before a long row of shields crossed the wall protecting the enemy soldiers.

Menfre and his officers left the stairs to the guard of soldiers and ran off to join Manru behind the line of archers.

Gaining the wall, the aggressors began their descent by the stairs. The Terandian soldiers kept them at bay upon the narrow stairs.

For a moment, it seemed to Menfre, that both armies were deadlocked. Neither could gain ground on the other. The Terandians kept them from moving forward but, at the same time, were incapable of ridding the invaders from the wall or inflicting any losses on them.

Their defence now only gained time for a quick retreat.

Manru soon joined him behind the archers.

"I was afraid I would have to come and save you," Manru said sarcastically, but showing some concern.

"I would not have denied you the honour," he replied with a grin.

"The camp is being evacuated," Manru informed him.

"Duridon has succeeded," Menfre said displeasingly as he watched the battle, "I cannot believe the wall was lost so quickly."

Manru was also very disappointed in the matter.

"What more could have been done. He is crafty and uses potions to hurt us," Manru said angrily.

As Menfre was about to respond to Manru, an arrow flew toward them and with a thud struck Menfre in his left arm.

With a great cry he dropped to the ground.

Upon the wall, enemy archers appeared. Hiding behind the shield-bearing soldiers, they let fly their arrows striking the unprotected Terandians below.

"Menfre!" cried Manru with great distress.

Menfre was upon his knees and bent over, his head almost touching the ground. His right hand covered his pierced arm as he moaned over the pain. Blood began to flow down his arm from the wound.

"Menfre!" Manru called with concern as he looked upon his friend.

Menfre lifted his head and gave Manru an assuring smile, though pain contorted his face. Officers nearby who saw their leader injured ran and gathered around Menfre creating a shield for his protection.

"Withdraw the soldiers. The archers must hold them off," he ordered with great effort.

"It shall be done," Manru said and turning to the captains he ordered, "Take him away, quickly."

Without hesitation the officers carefully lifted Menfre and bore him away.

Manru watched them go then with anger and determination turned his attention to the battle.

"Soldiers to their horses!" he shouted and officers passed the orders. Immediately the soldiers backed away from the wall.

The way was now opened to the enemy. They immediately took the ground given to them and gathered themselves on the ground, against the wall.

The Terandian archers at the far ends of the line pinned them to the wall by shooting at their exposed sides.

As the enemy tried to launch an attack, many were struck down as they charged toward the archers. On the enemy side, the few archers who were positioned on the wall continued to inflict harm from behind the protection of their shields.

Servants and soldiers brought horses for the retreating army. As they mounted, horses were then brought for the archers. One by one, they mounted, and immediately continued their shooting from atop their horses, giving the others a chance to do likewise.

Manru mounted his horse and received a shield for protection. He then drew close to the battle.

Duridon's soldiers continued to flow over the wall.

Manru knew it was time to disengage, before Duridon's army would gather sufficient soldiers for an affective attack and increase Teranda's losses.

"Give the signal to withdraw," he ordered an officer.

"Ay, my captain," he replied and sped off.

As a horn was sounded, echoing against the mountains, the Terandian archers gave their last shots and turned their horses to ride away. Duridon's soldiers shouted victory and ran after the Terandians, but were unable to reach them in their swift departure.

As the Terandian's rode away, the invaders began raiding the vacant camp.

Not long after, the gates were opened and the battering ram was removed. With the way clear, Duridon rode in triumphantly through the gate, followed by billowing black smoke.

Surrounded by his soldiers on the wall and on the ground, they all gave a great shout of victory, raising their swords in honour of their mighty captain.

He looked about with a crooked smile of satisfaction and then set his gaze upon Teranda which lay below in the valley.

The Terandian army could be seen fleeing on the mountain road as they returned to the safety of their city.

"Go. Shut yourselves behind your mighty walls," Duridon hissed with a self-gratifying confidence, "Soon I will be your unwelcome guest."

# Chapter 6

# DUNGEON'S OF DERNAK

After a long day's journey circling the mountains of Adra and sweeping to the west in the valley of Dernak, Dunen, Bilob, Geerob, Nurob, Esel and two guards of Daouk, drew close to the mountains of Dernak.

It was late afternoon, but much darker as the sun began to set behind the mountain range.

The group travelled slowly through the forest and climbed further up the mountain's slopes.

As night fell, the way became almost impossible to journey because of the darkness. Esel led the way while the others followed close behind, not willing to lose sight of their guide.

Dunen became increasingly anxious to see his brother as time slowly passed in their tense and seemingly never-ending ride.

The thought of being captured by Ernum entered each of their thoughts from the moment they crossed the valley and greatly increased as they moved toward Dernak. They knew very well that, at any time, they could encounter Dernak soldiers or guards.

All of a sudden, Esel halted. The horses practically all bumped into each other from the little space between them.

"We have arrived," Esel informed the others.

Dunen could not see further than fifteen feet and wondered what was ahead.

"Follow me a little further. We will come beside a cavern," he said and urged his horse forward.

The others followed and breaking through some brush, they came upon a flat clearing. The light from the stars revealed a cave opening against the side of a sheer mountain wall a few hundred feet high.

They all dismounted and led their horses into the cavern.

Inside the huge tunnel, a small lamp gave enough light to see their way. As they walked around a corner, larger torches lit the way.

As they continued on, they came into a huge cavern. The floor was levelled by the Daouk people but the cavern was in its natural form.

"Place your horses along the wall there," said Esel pointing to ropes along the wall where hay and a trough of water were set for the horses.

Once the horses were taken care of, they gathered to listen to Esel's instructions.

"This tunnel," pointing to an opening at one end, "will lead us into the dungeons. It is a long way. Take some food and eat as we go. We have no time to eat here. Many of the guards sleep and this is the safest time to enter," Esel explained.

"Let us go," Dunen said anxiously, his heart pounding at the exciting thought of reuniting with his brother.

They all took some dry meat, small portions of cheese and bread from their packs and the Daouk warriors brought two water sacks. They then followed Esel into the tunnel and began their long march.

Torches lit the way through the narrow and swerving tunnel. They often passed by natural caverns and old water ways. The tunnels were damp and humid. Water dripped in many places and created small pools of water along the tunnel path.

After one hour had passed, their walk ended in a small cavern. On the opposite side of their entrance was a wooden cart with four wheels. It held a huge rock and was positioned up against the side of the cavern wall. The cart wheels rolled on two wooden tracks extending from the wall.

"This is the entrance to the dungeons," Esel said.

Esel explained that the cart held a huge rock and by pulling or pushing the cart, it opened or closed a hole in a secondary passage within the dungeons. Dunen and his companions were nervous as they thought upon the next step in their dangerous mission.

"Follow the map carefully and you will not be lost," Esel explained.

Dunen and the others nodded.

Without asking if they were ready, Esel ordered his men to pull the cart. Two went on either side and pushed the cart away from the wall. At the same time, Esel covered the torch that lit the cavern.

A huge cavity appeared behind the cart and a rush of warm air blew inward and against them. Dunen and his companions bent low and passed through the opening.

Inside the corridor, it was dark, but at one end which joined to another corridor, it was well lit.

The noise of the cart being placed back and closing the entrance made them feel announced to the enemy and trapped. Their fears subsided when no enemy appeared. Relieved, they quietly moved to the corner and peered out into the dungeon passage and found no one in sight. The corridor was wide enough to allow three men to walk side by side and was as high as twelve feet or more. They looked at each with amazement over the size of the passages. The corridors were well made with huge stone supports every few feet.

Torches on the supports illuminated well the passage. This made Dunen feel naked and feared they would easily be seen. Dunen, Bilob and Geerob drew their swords while Nurob prepared his bow. Once ready, they entered the corridor and walked quietly but as quickly as possible.

Moving along, they followed the route which the Daouk had explained. Distant echoes within the passages halted the foursome. They listened for a moment and when they felt sure these were not the sounds of approaching guards, they moved on.

As the noises grew louder, it was obvious to them that they were moving toward the source.

Verifying at each intersection, they continued their course along the interconnecting corridors. The noises grew clearer, revealing desperate cries of prisoners and their conversations.

The companions were grieved by what they heard, but felt worse knowing they could not help them.

Their course finally brought them to the corridor that led to a huge and high chamber which connected many floors but reluctantly had to be crossed. They were told that guards were often stationed on the ground floor. Hopefully, they wished none would be present, making their crossing safer.

The cries increased in volume and on occasion, a scream was heard, sustained for a moment and then dying off. They realized they were not far from the chambers in which some prisoners were being tortured. It angered them deeply to hear the voices of the tortured souls. Hate welled up even more for Ernum and his wickedness.

Dunen stopped the group with one hand.

"I will go see," he whispered and the others nodded in agreement.

Dunen left them and while crouching low, moved to the end of the tunnel. Peering out, he was struck with awe seeing the huge opening at the center of the enormous square cavern. A narrow ledge extended from the walls by a few feet. Dunen could see two floors above and two or more floors below. Stone stairs on opposite sides led to the upper and lower floors. From his position, Dunen could see no guards, but was limited only to his floor and parts of the floors above and below. Guards could still be stationed unseen just above or below his floor, or maybe at the bottom of the cavern.

Dunen decided he would have to look below and make sure if there were guards. Crawling slowly on his knees and hands, he drew close to the edge and peered down. He saw two floors and a ground floor. In the middle of the ground floor, a guard was seated at a table. A flagon and a drinking cup lay on the table. Dunen could not see what he was doing, but it seemed the guard fiddled with something in his hands, oblivious to the wailing that surrounded him.

Remembering the two floors above, Dunen looked up and was happy to see no other guards. Quickly he returned to his companions.

"There is one guard on the ground floor. He will not see us pass, nor hear us in this noise," he told them with relief.

"Good. Let us get on with it. I cannot stand to remain in this pit of misery," Bilob said and the others agreed.

Dunen led the way. By flattening themselves against the wall, they passed unnoticed through the cavern. With quick strides, they continued their path in the corridors. Soon enough, they came upon a corridor containing prison cells. The doors of the cells were made of solid wood held by metal bars. Each door had a small barred window to look into the cell.

Dunen and the others avoided the windows as they moved along the corridor. Noises from prisoners within the cells came to their ears and heightened their nerves. Some prisoners could be heard speaking and Dunen felt great sorrow for them. He tried to imagine the great suffering they endured at the hands of their cruel captors and wished deeply to save them all. Ernum's tyranny must end, he told himself.

The present corridor connected to a large cavern which intersected many others. Peering within, all they saw was a large unused chair and table set against one wall.

"This is the corridor we must take," Dunen whispered to the others as he pointed to the nearest corridor on their right.

"There is no guard," Geerob said.

"Let us hope he is not about," Tunob worriedly told his friends.

They crossed the cavern and entered the corridor. Dunen's pulse was now racing, believing his brother was nearby. Quietly and careful not to be seen, they looked into the cells searching for him.

A strange noise, differing from what they were used to, caught their attention and they all froze. Fear spread amongst them as they looked at each other for a moment, wondering where it came from. As they listened, the noise grew louder and was coming from the direction of the intersecting cavern. They recognized the sound to be the clanking armour of a soldier.

"Let us go!" whispered Bilob to Dunen.

So near to his brother, Dunen could not endure the thought of leaving, but at the same time did not want to jeopardize the rescue.

"Down the corridor," he told them urgently and they all moved as quickly and silently as possible.

Barely reaching the end, a voice echoed loudly into the corridor. "Ho!"

They immediately came to an abrupt halt, as if the voice had seized them, and looked back. To their shock they saw a giant soldier standing at the entrance at the other end. Mouths open with astonishment, the group froze as they looked upon the huge man. His size almost filled the whole passage and his helmet nearly reached the ceiling. A huge sword was attached to a wide belt that strained around his hips. His belt buckle was as large as a small hand shield. His face was big and round.

In a flash, before anyone could even think what to do, Geerob fitted an arrow to his bow and with a tremendous pull let an arrow fly. Hardly before the soldier could react, the arrow whistled through the air and pierced his mail coat into his chest with a soft thud.

"Ah!" The guard cried out.

To everyone's surprise, what should have sent a normal man reeling backwards by the force of the blow did not even budge the guard back one step.

To their even greater amazement, instead of falling down dead, he grasped the arrow with his right hand and broke the arrow, casting it aside as if disgusted by its feeble effect.

Blood began to pour out of his wound and flow down his coat of mail. He then pulled out his massive sword and began to walk down the corridor toward them with an evil grin. Large and square teeth added to his menacing face.

As he came forward, Geerob immediately fitted another arrow and let loose. The arrow struck well in the chest but it only angered the guard as he continued to move closer.

"I will deal with this one," Bilob said boldly as he pulled out his sword and moved in front of his companions.

Everyone wondered if Bilob could win a fight with the colossal warrior whose sword was twice the size of any of theirs and wearing a thick armor.

But, before the guard could reach them, he halted and began to sway. His left hand reached for the wall for support. Looking at them with a giddy stare, his heavy sword dropped from his hand. With a great painful cry, he then fell, his body crashing to the floor like a huge tree trunk.

After the noise faded in the corridor, prisoners within the cell began appearing at their door windows, looking to see what caused the noise.

This made Dunen think of his brother and began to go down the corridor looking at the prisoners.

"Dunen!" Dunen heard his name called, as one prisoner shouted through a door window. Stopping, he looked for who called his name. "Dunen! My brother! You have come!" One prisoner said as he stuck out his hand through the bared window.

Expecting to see the familiar face of his brother, Dunen saw a man his face being filthy, bearded, scared and with hair tangled and dirty. His heart broke as he drew closer, recognizing certain features of his brother.

"Tharan!" Dunen could barely say and came to the door.

"Dunen my brother, you have come. You have come! Praise God! How I have missed you," he said as he shed tears of joy and relief.

Dunen broke into tears as they held hands.

"Tharan, glory be to God, you live," he said as he looked upon him.

The other prisoners, who listened and guessed that Dunen came to rescue his brother, began asking to be released.

Bilob and the others immediately came to Dunen.

"Dunen we must leave quickly. This monster has certainly awakened the whole mountain with his cry," Bilob said and pulled the door latch.

The door opened and Tharan came out and immediately fell upon his brother with a great embrace.

"My lord we must go!" Bilob beseeched fervently.

"Yes, yes. Let us go. Come brother we are all in danger here," Dunen told him anxiously.

Helping his weak brother, they quickly started back down the tunnel. The prisoners, realizing they would not be saved, began to shout for their release creating a loud ruckus.

As swiftly as possible, they left the corridor and passed through the small cavern. In a short time, they came to the center chamber.

As they passed through on the ledge, a guard charged toward them. Although smaller than the first, he was huge, even in comparison to Bilob. With his large sword in hand, he came upon them.

"Go, I will take care of him!" shouted Bilob as he went to confront him.

They came together along the ledge and immediately exchanged blows.

"Bilob!" cried Dunen, not wanting to leave him behind.

"We must go, my lord," urged Geerob.

"Take my brother and go, I will stay behind and help Bilob."

"Dunen, you must not!" exclaimed Tharan.

"Take him, I say!" ordered Dunen firmly.

Hesitantly, Tunob agreed and continued their escape with Geerob.

Dunen watched Bilob fight ferociously with the giant soldier. Bilob had the advantage of agility, but his opponent had powerful strokes that almost knocked Bilob's sword out of his hand more than once. They also fought carefully as they feared falling into the depths below.

Two other guards appeared clambering up the stone stairs to confront the intruders.

Dunen saw them and raced around the ledge to confront them as they set foot upon the ledge. The two guards were ordinary men and Dunen struck with swift strokes. Dunen's mastery immediately brought one guard down with a cut across the chest. The other, backing away fearfully, tripped upon the protruding stairs and let down his guard. Dunen taking the advantage stabbed his opponent with a thrust to the heart. The guard collapsed dead and rolled off the ledge, falling to the ground two floors below.

Dunen, returning his attention to Bilob's fight, saw at that moment the giant cut a gash in Bilob's right arm. Bilob cried out in pain. Dropping his sword, he retreated away from his adversary. The giant moved forward with a great cry of victory ready to send his fatal blow.

"Ah!" Dunen shouted as he ran along the ledge and came behind the giant.

The giant abruptly turned around to face the newcomer.

The guard swung first with a hard downward cut.

Dunen deflected the blow, but the massive strike sent him to the floor. His sword vibrated deeply by the impact and numbed his hand. Quickly Dunen raised himself to confront the attacking giant. With another swing, the giant brought down his sword against Dunen. Dunen blocked the swing as the guard placed his weight against Dunen. For a moment, they pushed against each other with their crossed swords. Dunen held him back with all his strength, while the giant gave little effort. The giant looked upon Dunen, with an evil grin of dominance. With a short laugh, he gave Dunen a mighty shove that sent him flying backwards, crashing into the wall. The blow dazed him for a moment and as he regained his senses he saw the colossal guard approaching and swinging his sword.

With deftness, Dunen averted the attack. After several more unsuccessful swings to harm Dunen, the giant gnashed his teeth in aggravation. Seizing the occasion, Dunen stabbed the giant's left arm, cutting him deeply.

With a cry of pain, the giant momentarily retreated a few steps. Furious at Dunen's blow, he lunged toward Dunen and gave a great swing of his sword.

Blocking the swing knocked Dunen's sword away from him to the adjoining ledge and almost sent him falling off as his legs slid into the void.

Bilob who watched the fight gasped with fear and prayed to God for Dunen's safety.

Dunen scrambled back on the ledge and retrieved his sword. The giant went after him, with great pounding steps to the other ledge and continued his wild dangerous swings. Dunen backed away from his opponent and collided with the corner wall. The giant swung hard to strike him against the wall, but missed as Dunen stooped at the last second below his sword and leaped away.

Dunen quickly gathered his footing, turned and stabbed the giant on his unprotected side.

Stunned by the stab, the guard lost his footing. Unbalanced for a moment, Dunen stabbed him to the chest, giving all his strength and weight to the blow. With a great shout, the giant smashed against the wall and slowly fell dead before him.

Dunen backed away panting heavily and looked on the giant, relieved to have won the combat. After gathering his thoughts, Dunen ran over to Bilob's side.

"How are you my brother?" He asked with great concern as he saw blood staining his upper arm.

"It is not deep. But my arm has no strength," Bilob said.

"Let us go," Dunen urged him.

Quickly they fled down the corridor.

*

Tunob, Tharan and Geerob ran quickly down the corridors. Entering another corridor, they soon came upon a dead end. Tunob and Geerob looked at each other with surprise.

"It seems you have taken the wrong turn," Tharan said sarcastically but concerned.

"We have made an error at the last turn. We should have turned left," Tunob replied.

"Yes, of course," Geerob remembered.

With haste, they quickly retraced their steps toward the intersection in which they made the error.

As they approached the intersection, footsteps coming their way came to their attention. Fearfully, they readied for combat. Geerob prepared his bow and was ready to let fly an arrow.

With great surprise, Bilob and Dunen appeared.

With great relief they all calmed themselves. Tunob and Geerob saw immediately that Bilob was injured.

"Bilob!" Tunob exclaimed.

"I am well," he consoled him.

"This way," said Geerob and they all continued down the corridor.

With great relief, they found the tunnel to the secret passage and halted at the entrance. The passage was closed with the rock. Geerob knocked upon it with his sword and immediately the rock moved away. One by one they passed through the opening and entered the small cavern.

Once all inside, the rock was placed back by the Daouk men.

"You have come upon some trouble," Esel said as he saw Bilob holding his arm tarnished with blood.

"Giants. Two were dealt with," Dunen said bluntly.

"Giants! And you defeated them?" said one of the Daouk warriors, his eyes wide with amazement. The others were also greatly impressed.

"We will tell you later. I do not want to remain here any longer."

Wrapping a bandage over Bilob's cut, they hastened as fast as they could down the tunnel.

Arriving in the great cavern, they wasted no time in preparing their horses for the return trip. After leading their horses out of the cavern, they mounted. Tharan rode with Esel, since his horse was stronger and could easily bare them both. Esel led them away from the cavern and into the dark forest. Esel urged them on a more rapid pace then at first.

After travelling an hour, Bilob halted the group.

"I am in great pain," he said clutching his arm and his face twisting with agony.

"What is it, Bilob?" Dunen asked with great concern.

"I believe I am poisoned," Bilob told him.

"This is grave! The blades of the soldiers are poisoned. Many of our people died even by the smallest wound," explained Esel.

Dunen, Geerob and Tunob were distressed to hear this.

"How long?" Dunen asked Esel.

"Within a day, sometimes two days. We cannot be sure," he answered ominously, "We have saved some, but most died in little time."

Dunen and the villagers were troubled as they gazed at Bilob who clenched his teeth with pain.

"Is there something we can do? Is there a remedy?" asked Dunen to Esel.

"No. We do not know of any," he said sadly.

"Who else can help?" Dunen asked.

"There is a doctor in the town of Artok who can help, but it would be dangerous to go now. Ernum's soldiers would be seeking for us and they will search in Artok," Esel told him.

"Maybe not. They will not expect us to enter a town," Dunen hoped.

"You cannot be sure!" exclaimed Esel.

"I will not let my friend die! If you do not wish to come, you may do so. You have fulfilled your part," Dunen said ardently.

"Dunen. It is dangerous. Do not risk your life for me," Bilob said with some difficulty.

"Do not argue with me, I live today because of you. We will take the chance. Bring us to the main road," Dunen ordered Esel.

"The main road! You will travel openly on the main road!" one of Esel's companions burst out with unbelief.

"We have no time to lose," Dunen decided unwillingly.

Esel stared for a moment at Bilob's agonizing pain and then said, "As you wish."

Immediately he led the way into the dark forest.

As they rode after Esel, Tharan drew his horse close to Dunen.

"You are greatly concerned about this one," Tharan asked.

"Yes. He is a close friend, and the brother of my wife," Dunen told him.

Tharan was joyfully surprised. "Married, my little brother?" he said with a great smile. "And with a villager! How did mother allow this?"

"It was her will," he answered.

"This is hard to believe," he added with even greater surprise.

"I will tell you all. Even of my two children," Dunen said proudly.

"Children!" he exclaimed, "Praise God for His goodness! You have spent your time well my brother."

"The Lord has been merciful and kind. Moreover, you live and are back with us, dear brother," he said happily.

"The Lord was truly merciful with me," Tharan said as his grin faded to sadness and his thoughts drifted to his captivity.

Dunen wanted to ask him what happened but he understood it was not the time. He also saw a great change in him and hoped that it was not serious or permanent.

Dunen turned his attention back to Bilob and felt deeply hurt for him. He begged for God's mercy on his friend and prayed for his life.

As the morning sun began to shine over the eastern horizon, the riders left behind the mountain slopes and travelled swiftly across the Dernak valley. Bilob braved the pain and rode his horse as best as he could without slowing their pace.

As they came upon a river that flowed from the mountains, they decided to halt and give their beasts a short rest and water to drink.

During their short rest, Esel came to Dunen who was seated on a rock near the water with his brother.

"I and my brothers have decided to continue with you," Esel told him solemnly.

Dunen was surprised. "You are not obliged to take the risk. You have already done us a great favour and proven your worthiness."

"Bilob defended me when we were attacked. It is a way of returning the kindness," he said and before Dunen could say anything more, Esel turned and went to his horse.

Dunen and Tharan watched him go, encouraged to have the Daouk with them and to see their gratitude.

"They are good people. Peaceful and kind, when you give them time," Tharan said.

"You must know them well," Dunen guessed.

"Yes. We have suffered much together," he told him.

Dunen nodded as he considered their ordeal.

"I know this is not the time to speak for we have much to say, but what happened to you that day?" Tharan asked solemnly.

Dunen felt ashamed to answer his question, still believing he should have fought for his family or die trying.

"I came to the throne hall from the upper chambers and saw father die. I also saw you being struck down and thought you were killed as well. Then fear overcame me and I fled," he shamefully said.

"Thank God," Tharan said gratefully.

Dunen was surprised at his reaction, "Thank God? I fled," he said with disgust, "For years I carried my cowardly act."

"It is not cowardly to save oneself when the enemy is stronger and his ways are deceitful. You would not have been able to change anything, but add your death to their victory," Tharan said sternly, "Comfort yourself to know, that my heart is overjoyed to see you alive and well, my dear brother. The loss of father was already a great price to pay for our folly."

"Our folly? What do you mean? What wrong have we done, Tharan?" Dunen asked.

"Better to ask, what our father and I did not do?" Tharan said as sadness and shame came over him.

For years Dunen struggled to understand why the terrible events struck his family and his city but never found the right explanation. He knew that many blamed his father for being selfish and uncaring over the cries for help outside his region, but Dunen always believed there was something more, a missing truth still unrevealed.

And now, Tharan could tell him what it was and Dunen feared to hear it.

"During the last year of my schooling, the Lord called me to minister His truth to Elnoren and even the region of Sousenden," Tharan said coldly.

Dunen was stunned by the revelation. He could not believe what he now heard. It seemed a door to his brother's life had opened which he never knew existed. A hidden part of him which he never revealed to nor allowed Dunen to see or hear of.

"Called as a prophet?" Dunen said hesitantly with unbelief.

Tharan nodded as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why did you not tell me?" Dunen asked, hurt by the lack of trust.

"I told our father and mother. But he was against it."

Once again Dunen was shocked. How could his father reject the call of the Lord upon his brother? It made no sense to him and seemed unbelievable. How could his father go against God's will? Where was the fear of the Lord?

"No! Why?" Dunen could only say, still reeling from learning his father's great spiritual failure.

"He wanted me to be king and to rule Teranda with him. It was his great desire, you know it well. I could not say no to him. I made myself believe I obeyed God, by obeying him. I was wrong. God must always be obeyed first," he declared with certain reflection.

It all now made sense to Dunen. The disobedience of his father and brother to God's will had brought God's judgement upon Teranda. Dunen's heart sank. He could not believe his father, who was so faithful and worshipped God with all his heart, would disobey so willingly.

"If he had known how great a king you have become, he would have surely decided otherwise," Tharam grinned with pride.

"But, how could you disobey God?" He exclaimed angrily, upset by his brother's error. Dunen had always admired his brother's great love for God and his wisdom in the things of God, but now, his confession had broken his confidence in him.

Esel shouted to the company, breaking their intense conversation.

"Let us go," Esel said as he mounted his horse.

"I am truly sorry. I hope you will forgive me," Tharan said and walked back to his horse.

Dunen remained stunned for a moment and had to force himself to join the others.

They all mounted as Geerob helped Bilob get upon his horse. When this was done and Bilob gave the indication that he was well and ready, they left the stream.

After a short ride, they came upon the main road that led to Artok. As they rode swiftly along, they often looked behind, fearing the enemy would appear at any moment. Every so often, peasants were passed by along the road. They gazed upon the riders with suspicion and some cases with fear. All along the way, Dunen thought upon Tharan's confession and was deeply hurt by what he learned. He was disappointment in his father and brother and didn't know how to react. He also felt rejected by his family because they had excluded him from important decisions.

Dunen avoided the stare of his brother's yearning expression as they rode along, but he knew, he would have to accept what had happened, although his family could never right the wrong that was done.

Dunen tried to imagine the great turmoil Tharan lived in that time of decision and felt sorrow for him. He told himself that he could not blame him for the difficult situation he was in. He felt ashamed to have rebuked him, when he should have thanked God for his safety and hoped for better days in God's service. Slowly, he felt thankful as he looked at Tharan, happy to have him by his side again.

By mid-afternoon, they drew close to Artok and after a short ride they slowed their pace as they entered the town. Once again, the people gazed at them with curiosity and suspicion. Esel led them again to the inn. The servant boy once again received them, but this time was not so happy to see them. The injured Bilob also augmented his fear. Taking their horses, he led them to the barn to care for them. Geerob and Tunob helped Bilob walk as the company quickly entered the inn, uneasy to remain in the eyesight of the townspeople.

Immediately, Tutur the innkeeper came bursting through the kitchen doors to receive them. At first he entered with his usual jolly disposition, but the moment he recognized Dunen, his smile faded away and was replaced by concern.

"Oh, my lords. A good day to you," he said mechanically and halted with fear, when he saw Bilob being carried.

"He is hurt. We need a room and the doctor of the village. Can the doctor be called quickly?" Dunen asked.

"Well-. Yes, yes of course. Take any one of the rooms, I will have my servant fetch the doctor," Tutur said and returned to the kitchen while shaking his head and mumbling with worry.

The company climbed the stairs and chose a room. They laid Bilob with some effort on the bed. Although the pain increased, Bilob kept himself from moaning loudly. Everyone stood around and watched with grief over Bilob's struggle.

"Tunob and Geerob will remain with Bilob; we will wait in the dining room," Dunen said and everyone agreed.

As the others descended the steps, the doctor arrived with Tutur. The doctor was a solemn man, white haired, dressed in dark brown clothes, carrying a brown leather bag.

"Where is the one who is sick?" he asked.

"He lies in the room. He is not sick, but poisoned," Dunen answered.

The doctors eye brows raised with interest.

"What kind of poison?"

Dunen was not sure how to answer, cautious not to reveal their recent venture. "We are not sure," he replied.

Finding it strange, the doctor went up the stairs and into the room.

As Dunen and the Daouk were about to follow, the front door of the inn opened with a slam. Everyone turned to see Dorrut enter the inn with his sword drawn. Four strong and fierce looking men followed behind him, their gaze steady and fearless.

Tutur's visage paled with dread at his appearance and he looked as if he would cry.

Dunen knew that Dorrut came looking for revenge. With his brother weak, Bilob ill and having two Daouk soldiers with little experience in combat, he could only count on the two tribesmen to make it a fair fight.

But Dunen prayed for God's help and hoped nothing would happen.

"By the gods of Ilzu, what have we here? Did I not warn you if we met again, it would be to your hurt?" Dorrut said menacingly.

"I seek no quarrel with you." Dunen answered.

"It is too late for a change of heart," Dorrut returned.

"If it is so, then you and I will settle this dispute," Dunen said boldly.

"I agree," he said with a grin.

Greatly distressed, Tutur retreated to the kitchen shaking his head, watching the confrontation through the small door window.

Dunen descended the steps as he withdrew his sword. Tharan and the Daouk watched him go with great concern.

The two combatants faced each other at the center of the room, pushing back tables and casting chairs aside.

Dorrut noticed Dunen's shiny sword which impressed him and made him wonder who he was.

Positioning themselves, their swords drew closer and ready to strike. Dorrut began the combat with a swing at Dunen. Dunen casually deflected the blow and calmly changed his position. Slowly the blows increased as both measured his opponent. As Dorrut recognized Dunen's skill, his anger increased and struck harder hoping to get the first blow.

Dunen was pushed back by the fierce and overwhelming strokes and slammed against a table, toppling a chair. Ducking a swing, Dunen circumvented his opponent. Placing himself in the open, Dunen waited for Dorrut.

Dunen's skill and calm began to trouble Dorrut and wondered if he could defeat him.

Dunen examined his opponent carefully. By staying on the defensive from the start, Dunen was able to measure Dorrut's fighting skills. Confidently knowing his weaknesses, Dunen began his offensive assault. With quick strikes and swipes to the body, Dorrut backed hurriedly away from the fury and barely kept himself alive many times over. His arrogant pride disappeared from his face and was replaced by fear and surprise. With a quick twirl of his sword, Dunen whipped Dorrut's sword out of his hand, sending it clattering amongst the tables. Dunen stuck his sword to Dorrut's chest without piercing it.

Fearing to be stabbed, Dorrut jerked back tripping over a chair, making him fall to the floor.

Dunen moved over him and placed the point of his sword to his throat. Dorrut lay still on the ground with great fear, panting heavily from the onslaught.

"You have lost, my friend," said Dunen menacingly, "Your life is mine."

Dorrut feared to move and waited the outcome.

"I will show you mercy. But God will deal with you in His time and in His way," Dunen said as he slowly removed his sword and sheathed it. He then turned away and walked up the stairs.

The Daouk and the tribesmen, who had come down after hearing the raucous, gave Dorrut and his men a glaring stare before following Dunen.

Although Dunen had won the duel, he prayed that the confrontation was over and there was no further trouble.

Dunen and the others gave a sigh of relief as they entered Bilob's room.

The Daouk were highly impressed by Dunen's mastery of the sword.

"It is the last we shall see of him," said one of the Daouk confidently.

"I hope so," added Dunen.

"Mercy brings forth fruit," Tharan remarked.

Dunen wondered what he meant, but was anxious to hear about Bilob's condition.

"How is Bilob?"

The doctor, who was seated beside Bilob and was giving him herbs to eat from a bowl, stopped and turned to look at Dunen.

Dunen could see that Bilob's cut was bandaged.

"This one has been poisoned by the blade of Dernak," he determined and paused to see if anyone denied his examination.

"I cannot heal him," he continued and began to place his stuff back into his bag.

Everyone lost hope for Bilob's recovery.

"I have given him herbs to restrain the poison, but it will not last long. I know of no cure for this poison. I am sorry, I can do no more."

"There must be a cure?" Dunen asked desperately.

"I know not of any. I did what I can." he firmly repeated, but also disappointingly.

"Forgive me," Dunen could only say as he calmed himself.

"I would not remain here for long. You are not safe," the doctor warned them, guessing their conflict with Dernak.

"He is right. We must go quickly," Esel urged. "Soldiers will soon look for us here."

"There may be other villages that can help you," he said lastly and then left.

"My people will do as much as they can," Esel promised.

"We will go on with our journey," Dunen nodded sadly, looking upon Bilob and fearing for his life.

As quickly as they could, the horses were brought out and mounted. Bilob being much weaker and barely able to ride by himself rode with Geerob. Under the suspicious eyes of the town, they left in a gallop.

After a long ride as the day began to give up its light, they came to a stream and chose to halt for a moment. The horses were brought to the water and allowed to drink. They also drank and washed the ride's dust from off their faces. Some food was brought out and shared.

Bilob moaned from the pain and everyone saw that he looked even weaker. This urged them to continue the journey and visit the nearest village. Leaving the stream behind, they galloped toward the southern tip of the Ardra mountains.

After a short ride Geerob, looking back, saw a lone horseman racing after them.

"My lord, there is one that follows us," he shouted to Dunen.

Dunen and the others looked back and saw the horseman.

Curious to know the rider's intent, Dunen ordered them to halt.

As the horseman approached, to their great surprise they distinguished the dark form of Dorrut. Everyone felt troubled by his appearance and feared some new aggression.

As Dorrut came to a halt before them, they all noticed a strange look on his face. Instead of an angry and hateful gaze, they saw a humble manner.

"May I have a word with you?" he asked sternly, but respectfully, to Dunen.

"Speak," Dunen answered.

"You spared my life," he said humbly, "In turn, I offer you my service, if you so desire it."

Dunen could not believe what he heard and became suspicious, wondering if there was some hidden purpose.

"You seek to kill him and now you wish to serve him?" Tharan asked.

"Yes," he answered solemnly.

"My lord, we know nothing of this man, but that he has certainly done wicked things," Geerob judged fervently.

"Yes! Do not trust him; he is a bandit, robbing the poor for his belly," Esel said harshly as he looked upon Dorrut with great disgust.

"I will not deny what they say, but I do not speak idle words," Dorrut returned firmly, "My vow is sure, I give you my word."

"How good could his vow be?" questioned Tunob.

Avoiding the comment, Dorrut said to Dunen, "I am truly grateful for your mercy. It is all that is left of me and I cannot forsake it. Please understand," he said pleadingly to Dunen.

Dunen was not sure what to do. On the one hand he felt he spoke the truth, on the other, he did not wish to take any chances in these critical moments. Looking to Tharan for his counsel, he received a nod of approval and was comforted by his help.

"You may come, but you will have to gain the right to serve me. Till then, you will be watched very closely," he warned him.

The others disapproved his decision and feared that Dunen had made a grave mistake.

"It is to be understood, my lord," Dorrut said and gave a short bow.

"Take his sword and search him," Dunen ordered the tribesmen.

Before Geerob could obey the order, Dorrut unsheathed his sword and handed it hilt first to Geerob, then withdrew a hidden sword and gave it also.

Tunob approached Dorrut and searched him and his bags for any other weapons but found none.

Satisfied, Dunen ordered Esel to move on.

Dorrut rode behind with Tunob as they all showed their distrust and unhappily raised their guard against him.

Speedily they continued their travel to Daouk with many fears on their minds and troubled hearts.

# Chapter 7

# SHADOWS OF EVIL

The palace throne hall in the city of Sandinor was busy with activity. Many merchants came to deal with king Sillandar and brought their wares and gifts. The king was upon his golden throne, studded with gems of many colours. He was an old man, grey headed, soft brown skin tanned by the salt of the sea. He wore the dark blue robes of the deep sea and upon his head rested a pearl studded crown.

The hall was decorated with great quilted pictures of sea battles and great ships. Many high and narrow windows looked out to the great waters of Zilel. Sandinor was a city built atop a small cliff by the sea shore. It was surrounded by a huge wall with two gates in which one led to the docks. The palace took up the most high place while the city folk surrounded it with their homes and shops.

Soldiers stood about the king and along the hall walls. Merchants scattered about the room, discussed matters, sometimes loudly. Each were given an audience with the king as they were called upon by order.

Prince Ceril, only son to the king, stood to the right of his father as was his usual custom and listened to the matters at hand. He stood tall with golden hair and a countenance that looked far into the horizon. He was a wise and honoured prince amongst his people. Many times over, he manifested his bravery and skill on his father's ships and on the battlefield.

The king's counsellors stood by the throne and aided the king in the affairs of the city.

The throne hall doors opened as a messenger strode in quickly with two soldiers following behind.

As they stopped before the throne, the messenger spoke to the court steward and asked to convey an urgent message to the king. The steward then came to the king and whispered the request in his ear.

The king's eyes widened with interest.

"Withdraw everyone, but my guard and counsellors," he ordered the steward.

"Yes my lord," he said and proclaimed to all with a loud voice, "Here ye! Gentlemen, your attention, please. The king wishes a time of privacy. Only his counsellors are asked to stay."

The merchants bowed and walked out of the hall as they continued their conversations.

As the last merchants and servants exited and the doors closed, the king looked upon the messenger.

"What does my good friend Dunen have to say?" he asked.

The messenger reached into his vest and drew a folded note and gave it to the king.

The king recognized the seal of Dunen's ring and broke it. As he began to read, his face changed from calm to shock.

"What is it, my father?" asked Ceril noticing his reaction.

"A passage," the king could only say.

Everyone looked at the king with curiosity.

"A passage. What passage?" Ceril asked.

"Ernum has made a passage through the great mountains," he said with unbelief and fear.

All who heard were aghast. The mountains always gave Sandinor safety from the fear of Dernak's aggression, but a passage changed everything.

At once, all began to express their fear concerning the news.

"We must act immediately father," Ceril said with great concern.

"Indeed. Send spies at once," Sillandar said as he gathered courage and rose from his chair.

All ended their conversations as they looked upon the king standing defiantly and enraged, "Gather our people and raise the standard. Sandinor will not abide by this evil. We will make Ernum regret his plans against us even if we must ride to meet him."

A counsellor, who stood not far, moved toward the king and said, "Wait, my lord! Ernum has grown mighty as we all know very well. Will you be able to fight him?"

All looked upon the counsellor with surprise and took offense at his remark. Even the king and his son seemed astonished.

"You doubt our might? You doubt the men of Sandinor? Three of theirs would be a fair match for one of our noble sons!" the king said angrily.

"No, my lord, but I advise you that he has greater forces than Sandinor. Maybe, we must learn of his purpose." the counsellor calmly suggested as he stood before the king.

"His purpose has not changed. He seeks to conquer all the region of Elnoren and make us slaves!" Ceril stated firmly, annoyed by the counsellor's ignorance.

Everyone also agreed with the prince.

"But my lords, we must be wise. We may avoid a needless battle and the loss of our fair city, if only we commune with Ernum -"

"Commune with a son of Cain? Have you gone mad or lost your senses?" shouted Sillandar, "We will never commune with Ernum, nor yield to him. We would rather die a people with honor in the measure of God's eyes than succumb to his wickedness," the king said vehemently, staring menacingly at the counsellor.

"So be it. Ernum is mightier than you can imagine. Let it be known, I have given you his message," the counsellor said and from beneath his vest he drew out a knife and lunged for the king. Sillandar averted the stab to his heart, but was struck in the arm.

Before the counsellor could strike again, Ceril pounced on him and both crashed to the floor. Instantly, the hall was filled with chaos.

Several of the guards drew their swords and to everyone's shock and horror saw them striking the counsellors dead as they moved toward the king. Loyal soldiers immediately engaged the traitors before they could reach the king. The traitors fought wildly and with great strength against the palace guards. The hall was in great confusion, soldiers fought soldiers, and no one knew who to trust.

Ceril continued his struggle with the counsellor on the floor while avoiding being stabbed by his sword. Both rolled off the throne platform to the floor. The wicked counsellor pushed Ceril aside and rose to his feet. Ceril jumped to his feet also and faced his opponent. An evil grin crossed the counsellor's face and immediately he assaulted Ceril with his knife. Ceril retreated avoiding the blade. Without a weapon, he could only avert his enemy. Palace guards seeing their prince in trouble came to his aid and soon struck the counsellor dead as he defended himself.

"Save the king!" Ceril shouted to the guards and they raced to the throne.

Sillandar stood with his sword drawn, confused and fearful. He allowed none to approach him, not knowing who to trust. Only his son he permitted to come to his side.

Soon other guards burst into the hall led by their captains and soon the traitor guards were killed. The palace guards who instinctively came to protect the king were commanded to stay away. They obeyed but were bewildered by the strange command.

"No one come close! There are traitors amidst us of which, we know not who they are," Sillandar cried out.

Suddenly pain struck the king. While gripping his injured arm, he slumped in his chair.

"Father!" cried Ceril as he reached for his father.

"Poison," Sillandar said painfully as he clutched his wounded arm.

"Quickly, fetch the doctors," Ceril shouted to the servants, "Captains, stand by your king."

The captains, three bold men rushed to the platform and made a circle around Ceril and Sillandar. With their swords drawn, they fiercely watched everyone in the hall.

The rest remained stunned at the scene of horror and feared to move unless they were considered as enemies and cut down. They all looked suspiciously at each other, wondering who else belonged to Ernum.

"Terasel," Ceril called.

One of the captains who guarded the king came to him, "Yes, my lord."

"Choose soldiers you trust without doubt to guard the palace. The rest send them away. The king must be brought to his room and must be protected. And call my personal guards."

"Yes, my lord."

"Everyone but the captains leave now!" Terasel shouted as he left the podium. Everyone quickly left the hall, except for certain guards Terasel picked. He then gave them orders to watch the king.

Sillandar lay in his chair, moaning from the pain that gradually increased.

"Son," he called with difficulty.

"Father, I am here," said Ceril returning his attention to his father.

"I have waited long to give you the throne. You must take it now. Take great care of the city of your fathers."

"Father, you will live. You will reign forever," Ceril replied with anguish.

"If the Lord will that I should live, I will do so by your side, but not as king," he declared and gave him a quick smile.

The doors to the hall burst open and three doctors entered, followed by servants who carried a berth.

They immediately examined the king and laid him in the berth.

Ceril looked upon his agonizing father with much grief. His father always stood strong before his eyes like the walls of the city that never yielded to the storms that battered it, and now in a brief moment he was weak and no stronger than a child.

The servants carried him away and soldiers followed, marching around him.

Ceril gazed with fear as his father was taken away.

"He shall live, my lord. He is strong like the winds," said one of the captains confidently while hiding his concern.

"I know. He will live," Ceril said and gave an assuring smile, "We are at war, the city must be prepared. Gather the elders to the chamber of war."

"Yes, my lord."

Giving a short bow, both captains left the hall with great haste.

Ceril and four guards remained in the huge hall, the only living amidst a dozen dead men. Looking at the seat of his father, Ceril noticed the letter from Dunen. He reached for it and read the news that brought such great turmoil.

"A message of doom or - ," he said to himself, as he wondered what great danger clouded the days to come.

# Chapter 8

# THE SIEGE OF TERANDA

In the war chamber of the royal palace, seated around a huge table at the center of the room, Menfre, Manru and Lady Elena discussed the siege of the city and the message that recently came from Dunen.

Menfre's right arm was bandaged by the arrow that had injured him. He moved the arm slowly and painfully. Maps, drinking cups and other papers were scattered upon the busy table which revealed the many hours spent studying or discussing the present conflict.

"According to the letter, it is obvious that Dunen is unaware of Duridon's attack," said Menfre.

"And, if it is true that Ernum will attack Sandinor from the secret tunnel, we are in no position to help them," Elena added frustratingly.

"If it were not for Dunen's letter, I would have found Ernum's attack on our city, a foolhardy attempt," Manru said, "But it seems, his plan was to chase us into the city and trap us here, and we like fools have accomplished his plan. Sandinor will have to fight alone and, without us, they will certainly be defeated. Then Ernum will have only us to deal with," he ended furiously.

"Do not be angry Manru; who could have guessed the purpose of this attack?" Menfre told him. "Neither could we have guessed the size of the army that came out of Dernak."

"He has outwitted us once again. We fail to see his plans. Have we become dull in our wisdom?" Manru asked, flustered by their lack of judgement.

"We must free ourselves in some way and help Sandinor before it is too late," Elena advised her captains.

"How could we, my lady? Duridon has wisely barricaded the front gate with his army. We would be slaughtered if we try to break through," Manru explained.

"Only Sandinor would have been able to help us, but now they have their own peril to deal with," Menfre said with great concern.

"We can call upon the villagers of Soloneb! They would help us," she said hopefully.

"My lady, their numbers are not as before. We have taken their best to fortify our army. They would come to our call, but they would not be able to do much against the numbers of Duridon," Menfre sadly informed her. "We need a greater force to help us assure victory and with few losses, or else we will not have the strength to help Sandinor."

"Have we no hope then? Are we doomed? We cannot stay here and wait for Ernum himself to come knocking on our doors! Even so, in three moons at best, there will be famine in the city!" Elena exclaimed with alarm.

"We have some time. Before we decide upon some action, we must first get word to Dunen and to those who could help us. A letter must also be sent to Sandinor, to warn them that we are unable to come to their aid," Menfre advised.

"These are evil days indeed," said Elena woefully. "We must look to God for strength and guidance. Our hope now lies in Him," she added.

"True. We must all seek his face evermore," Manru agreed humbly.

"Let us pray, but let us act. Manru, tonight you will send messages to Sandinor, to Daouk and the northern tribes. Someone must be able to help us," Menfre ordered with determination.

Placing aside his downcast mood, Manru regained hope on seeing Menfre's confidence.

"Yay, my captain. It shall be done. We will not sit here with our heads ready for the block," he said as he quickly left his chair, bowed and left the room.

"The Lord will deliver his people as He has done in times past," Menfre conveyed with assurance.

Elena smiled and nodded in agreement.

The door to the chamber opened and queen Marani entered. She wore a flowing white dress with her long dark red hair falling along her shoulders. She walked calmly toward them and appeared concerned.

Menfre, with some effort, stood and gave a respectful bow.

"My lady, Marani. It is good to see you," Menfre said with admiration.

"I am happy to see you are doing well, Menfre," she replied with a concerned smile.

"It will heal in due time," Menfre assured her.

"How are the children my dear?" asked Elena.

"They are well, mother. Penehas is taking good care of them. He is good with children," she answered with a small giggle.

"He is a mother in disguise, I would say. Ha, ha!" Menfre commented and both ladies agreed.

"I hear there is news from Dunen?" she asked with some apprehension.

"Yes. A letter has arrived from Daouk. He is well," Elena said and, taking the letter from the table, she gave it to her, "He sends word to you."

Marani quickly took the letter and with trembling hands began to read. As she read her husband's words to her, mixed emotions of joy and worry filled her heart.

"He is well," she whispered with joy as tears began to flow.

"He is in good company, my lady. Your brother will not allow a fly to touch him, while he stands beside him," Menfre said encouragingly.

She smiled at his comment and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Yes. I warned him myself," she said sternly and they all laughed at how she forced her mighty brother to obey her.

"You will let me know of any other word from him," she then asked.

"Certainly, child," Elena answered, while placing an arm around her and leading her to the door. "Come, let us see what mother hen Penehas is doing with Favrob and Dania."

Menfre watched them go. Once alone, he became sombre and wondered with great concern if Tharan's rescue went well.

# Chapter 9

# NEWS FROM HOME

As Esel guided his companions as quickly as he could through the forest at night, they came upon the steep hill that led to the entrance to the secret Daouk caverns. Climbing the hill, they arrived upon the plateau and the mouth to the caverns. Daouk guards came to their aid and held their horses as they dismounted. Bilob's limp body was immediately taken and carried away by Geerob and Tunob. The others followed as they passed through the tunnel and came to the main cavern.

"He is poisoned. He must be treated," Esel informed the servants and they ran off to prepare a room.

Bilob was brought to the room and laid down on a bed of blankets. Sweat ran down his unconscious face. Only his heavy breathing told them he was still alive.

All watched hopelessly and wondered what could be done.

"Something will be brought to ease the pain," Esel said to Dunen.

"It is not enough. We must find someone who could heal him?" Dunen demanded.

"We do not know of any. If we search in the towns about, he will die before we return. I am sorry," Esel said sadly.

Through the door of the small cavern, Danar entered followed by Loyan.

"My lord. Praise God you - ," he began to say joyfully until he saw Dorrut and froze in astonishment.

Loyan stifled a cry of fear with her hands the moment she recognized him.

Dorrut lowered his gaze from their dumbfounded stares.

"Do not be afraid. He has given himself to my service. I will explain later," Dunen told them with a reassuring smile.

With great hesitation, they came to Dunen, giving him a respectful bow.

"I am glad to see you safe, my lord," Danar said happily.

"I am happy to be back," Dunen answered.

"Dunen!" uttered Dorrut with wide eyed astonishment, "King Dunen!"

Dorrut remained stunned and seemed even confused.

"Danar!" Tharan called as he came close to his father's captain.

Danar turned to look at Tharan, but expressed a bewildered look. Tharan's ragged clothes, his bearded face and filthy hair made him unrecognizable.

"It is I, Tharan," he told him.

Danar's eyes widened with surprise and then with great joy.

"Tharan, my lord! You live! Glory be to God!" he exclaimed and they both embraced with great joy.

"Danar my good friend, you look well," Tharan said as he gripped his face with both hands.

"Ha, ha! What great joy to see you well. We could not believe our ears when we heard you lived, but now I know that God has kept you in His hand."

"Indeed He has. Many a time I neared death, but by His grace, I live today and am well."

"What is wrong with Bilob?" asked Loyan out loud with concern, breaking the happy reunion.

Danar also saw Bilob sickly on his bed.

"What has happened?" he asked disturbingly.

"We fought with soldiers in the dungeon. Bilob was hurt by a poisoned blade," Dunen told them.

Loyan drew close to him and began to examine him.

"I know the poison. I will take care of him," she said to Dunen.

"What? You could heal him?" Dunen asked her, his heart leaping with hope.

"Yes. Dernak has touched our people with their poison, and we learned of a cure," she answered.

"Blessed Creator! Do so and I will greatly reward you," Dunen told her pleadingly.

"I have already been rewarded by your grace. My service is nothing to your great kindness," she said respectfully, "I must go quickly and find the plants necessary, he has little time."

"Go, and God lead you," Dunen urged.

Loyan left the cavern, giving a last look of distrust at Dorrut.

"You must all rest. Zuruk will want to speak with you early tomorrow," Esel told Dunen.

"You are right. It was a long and demanding journey," he agreed.

The company washed and were given clean raiment. Food was brought and after a short supper, they happily went to their beds. Tharan and Dunen lay down beside each other and although they were exhausted, they quietly spoke together.

"I am sorry if I have judged you harshly," Dunen said to Tharan.

"I understand, brother. I have failed everyone in my decision to obey father and caused much harm. Many have suffered for my sin."

"Father is to be blamed and not you," Dunen quickly added.

"I am also to blame as well. I rejected the counsel of mother. In some way, I had the same desire as father. Honour, glory and power are great temptations," he told him solemnly.

"This is now past. What will you do?" Dunen asked his brother.

"I must find Nerinee the prophet and seek his guidance."

"Nerinee! I met him, twice," Dunen told him.

"You have seen him? Where? Where have you found him?" Tharan asked excitedly.

"It is he that found me. I was with Bilob in the valley of Darr An. A long story to be told."

"What did he say?"

"He spoke concerning Teranda and our father's error. He encouraged me to regain Teranda and the throne," Dunen recounted.

"God sends him when the times are truly perilous. As they now are," Tharan said plainly.

"True. I was greatly troubled to see him," Dunen told him.

"I would be also. I was to be his disciple," Tharan flatly revealed.

"Nerinee's disciple!" Dunen was awed at the thought of his brother being trained by the great prophet and possibly to become a prophet himself.

"Yes and, Lord willing, I must join him when I return. It was my solemn promise to the Lord in those dark prisons."

Dunen was happy to hear of his decision, but he also realized that he would have to remain as king of Teranda. His plans for a simpler role in life were now truly gone.

"We must rest," Tharan told him.

"One last question. Why did Ernum keep you alive for so long? Why did he not kill you?" Dunen asked.

"He seeks the sword," Tharan said ominously, "He thought I knew where it was."

Dunen hoped that his brother knew, but now it seemed no one knew and it was certainly lost forever. More and more Dunen wished he had the sword so that he could defeat Ernum, if the legends were true.

The stories he heard said that many years ago, before the city was built by his grandfather Anandun and his father Favro, a mighty man of great renown fought the children of Cain with a sword which made him invincible. A sword that some believe was made by the hand of God and given to an angel at the Garden of Eden. Dunen's father also told him that whoever wielded the sword, won every battle.

The mighty man who owned the sword was called Teranda and it was said that ten thousand men were slain by him alone. Anandun was his student and bore the sword after his death. Anandun named the city after his master. It also brought Anandun many victories and then he passed it on to his son, Favro. But for some strange reason, his father feared the sword and rarely used it until he decided to hide it and never use it again. The city was finally completed and its use faded behind the great walls that offered peace and safety.

Now Ernum searched for it with all his might that he could gain its power.

"The sword of Teranda!" Dunen said softly as he thought of it.

"Yes," Tharan said, looking at his brothers concern. "When Lurion captured the city, he began his search for the sword, but did not find it. Ernum kept me alive and tortured me to tell him where it was. When he believed that I did not know, he thought you or mother or even Menfre knew of its whereabouts and saved my life as a ransom."

"He must never find it, Tharan! He would become invincible!" Dunen whispered, not wanting the others to hear.

"Dunen, the sword has no power."

"What? You heard of the stories our father swore by?" Dunen argued.

"Yes, but I have my doubts. Not everything is what it seems."

"They say it is one of the swords from the mighty cherubs who block the way to the Garden of Eden!" Dunen said with awe.

"I do not believe it. Who could defeat the angel of God and take his sword from him?" he asked.

Dunen considered it for a moment and then said, "I agree. I also find this unbelievable, but the other stories are true. One can battle all day and not be weary," Dunen argued.

"Well, Teranda died and so did our grandfather Anandun. The sword did not save them."

"We were not told they died in battle. Whatever its qualities, it must not fall into his hands," Dunen said.

"This we agree on," Tharan added and then looked at his brother admiringly, "The Lord has raised you for this purpose, and so you will accomplish it."

Dunen returned a smile.

"I dearly missed you little brother."

"So did I," Dunen told him.

"Let us rest. We do not know what tomorrow holds in store for us. Good night, brother."

"Sleep well," Dunen wished him and watched his brother close his eyes on his peaceful face.

Laying his head down, he immediately joined his brother in deep sleep.

Later that night, while all were fast asleep, Bilob was quietly moved to another room, where Loyan cared for him.

Early in the morning, the company was awakened by a Daouk servant.

Dunen's first thoughts were on Bilob's condition and the servant was glad to say he was doing well.

Everyone was happy to hear the good news and prepared themselves for the day as breakfast was brought to their tables.

Tharan had shaved his beard and washed away the filth. New clothes were also given to him. Apart from scars on his face, Dunen was glad to see the familiar visage of his brother.

As they ate around the table, they discussed the present affairs.

"How has the training gone, Danar?" asked Dunen.

"There is some progress. The Daouk have never fought before. They wield well the spear and sword, but not the bow. They have two thousand five hundred men who are good for the fight. I have chosen some to lead them, who seem to be valiant enough and wise," Danar reported.

"Very good. How long before we can count on them?" he asked.

"Well, my lord. It is a matter of how much time we are given," he replied.

"True. Continue your work as you see fit," Dunen told him.

"Yes, my lord."

"What are we to do now?" asked Geerob.

"I am not sure. I am torn between returning home or visiting Sandinor," Dunen revealed, "We are safe here, for the moment."

A servant came and announced that it was time to meet with Zuruk.

They ended their meal and followed the servant. Passing through tunnels, they were brought to a cavern, a little larger than their own, but decorated with drapes and carpets. A great wooden table rested in the center.

Zuruk sat at one end of the table and his people to his left. Dunen and his friends were seated to his right.

"Have you rested well?" asked Zuruk.

"Yes, thank you for your kindness. How is Bilob?" Dunen asked.

"I am told that he is well, but has not completely overcome the poison. Loyan will tell you more of his condition," Zuruk answered.

Dunen and his friends were relieved to hear that he was being well taken care of.

"Is this your brother?" he asked pointing to Tharan.

"Yes, my lord."

"Welcome, Tharan. We embrace your affliction being one who has suffered alongside our people. We have this in common and share the same grief," Zuruk told him.

"Thank you. I have seen the sufferings of your people, and I must say they have endured with great courage and patience. I also thank you for your help in saving my life," Tharan thanked him as he gave a bow of respect.

"We are honoured," Zuruk replied. "Now, we must speak on the great matters at hand. Messengers from Sandinor have come and now wait to give you news. I know you are anxious to hear from them. Do you wish to receive them now, Dunen?"

"Yes, of course," Dunen answered with great interest.

"Bring the messengers," Zuruk commanded and a servant left on his errand. "Have you any plans on how to defeat Ernum?"

"He has set in motion his plans and we have little knowledge of what they are or his strength. The tunnel through the mountains makes us believe he will attack Sandinor."

"This you have guessed right. My people have informed me that a large part of his army has left Dernak and marched east. They should not be far from it now."

Everyone was disturbed by the news.

"We are too late," said Dunen sadly.

"To do what?" said one of Zuruk's counsellors.

"To destroy the tunnel."

"The tunnel is guarded. Who did you count upon for help?" the counsellor asked.

"You, of course," replied Dunen.

"Us! Ernum would slaughter our whole village for this act. Have you considered this?" shouted the counsellor angrily. "You city dwellers always think of your personal interests! I do not believe we can depend on such selfish people," he said to Zuruk.

Dunen shamefully realized the counsellor was right; he did not consider the welfare of the Daouk.

"Forgive me. I failed to consider your village, not because of self interest, but lack of wisdom. Sandinor is of great importance. Without Sandinor, it would be impossible to overcome Dernak," Dunen asserted, "And Daouk would remain forever beneath its rule."

Zuruk considered Dunen's explanation for a moment and then spoke, "I understand your reasoning, Dunen. Forgive my counsellor; our people have endured great persecution. We have already jeopardized our lives to rescue your brother, and we know we cannot defeat Ernum alone. We must act wisely or we will all come to nought," said Zuruk.

The counsellor calmed himself as he avoided looking at Dunen, still unimpressed with his plans.

The doors to the cavern opened and two messengers strolled in followed by Daouk guards.

They came to Dunen and bowed. One of the messengers opened a leather bag and pulled out a small roll.

Dunen opened the letter and began to read it to himself. His eyes widened with fear as he read.

"Teranda is besieged!" Dunen said in a whisper of unbelief.

Everyone eyed one another with astonishment, while the Daouk were saddened over the news and seemed to lose hope.

"This is grave news," said Tunob.

"Who has besieged the city?" asked Zuruk.

"A division of Ernum's army under the command of Duridon," answered Dunen as he slammed the letter on the table with frustration, "No! How could this happen?"

"If Teranda is besieged, then Sandinor cannot be helped and its downfall is certain," remarked Danar solemnly.

They were all troubled and dismayed by the news.

"Something must be done!" said one of the counsellors fearfully.

"Teranda must be freed," Tharan said firmly.

"With what forces? Zuruk's men are but two thousand and untrained. We need much more than these and with greater experience," Danar explained.

"Wait, there is hope!" Dunen exclaimed, as a thought came to his mind. Everyone anxiously waited to hear what Dunen wanted to say.

"We have friends in the valley of Orlon. Sarim and his warriors have pledged to help us," Dunen told them.

"By God's grace, I have completely forgotten!" Danar exclaimed.

"Who is this Sarim?" asked Zuruk.

"There is a village in the valley of Drimil named Muni. They like you have been oppressed by Ernum. A great number of them escaped and have prepared themselves to fight him. We met them on our journey here, by God's hand. And now I understand the Lord's purpose by our meeting. The Lord has provided for our present need. I must go quickly and deliver Teranda before it falls then we will have a chance to save Sandinor. We have time, if we hurry," Dunen explained.

"We have offered you our strength. Take what you need," offered Zuruk.

"No, my friend. Your part will be to close the tunnel through the mountains. Once Ernum's forces have gone across, you must destroy the tunnel. They will be trapped in Elnoren and if we free Teranda, we will deal with them there."

"We will do as you say! We have no experience in battle," said one of the counsellors.

"Danar will remain to lead you," Dunen told him.

"My lord, is this - ," Danar was about to argue.

"It is of great importance that the tunnel be closed, Danar. They will need your experience. I am sure Ernum has placed a great number of soldiers to guard the tunnel. The Daouk will need training and a strategy to deal with them. At best, they will be able to help us with Sandinor."

"Yes, my lord. I will make them proud," Danar nodded in agreement.

Dunen slapped him on the shoulder and gave him a confident grin.

"We have put our hand to the hammer. Let us act and be strong, and hope that all go well for us," Zuruk pronounced.

"The God of heaven and earth will listen to our cry in this time of need. He is our true hope," Tharan said boldly.

"Our people have spoken of your faith in prison and of your spirit. We have long since forgotten the God of heaven," Zuruk said.

Tharan and Dunen looked at each other with sadness.

"We have lost the teachings of our fathers," said one of the counsellors.

"Then, I am willing to teach you again what was believed from the beginning," Tharan willingly offered.

They all were surprised to hear Tharan's offer, except for Dunen who knew his brother's change.

"You are a prince of Teranda and rightful heir to the throne and you wish to abide amongst us, as a teacher of God?" Zuruk asked with amazement.

"The God whom you once believed has ordained that I speak and teach of Him to those who have a willing ear and open heart. My brother is king of Teranda. My purpose is a spiritual one," Tharan confidently told them.

"If it is your desire, then return to us when you are willing. You will be welcomed," answered Zuruk.

Tharan nodded his head with acknowledgement and was pleased by the invitation. He felt renewed and encouraged by fulfilling his divine purpose with the Daouk people. Tharan now realized that his great sufferings with them in the dungeons of Dernak, was turned for good as the door to their spiritual house was opened for him. God had turned this tragic time for a blessed mission. Tharan praised Him in his heart.

Zuruk raised himself from his seat and everyone followed suit.

"I wish you wisdom, strength and speed for what lies before you, Dunen. A heavy burden, I would give to no one," said Zuruk sympathetically.

"Thank you, it will surely be needed," replied Dunen, "I would like to see Bilob before I leave."

"Of course, Esel will lead you to his room."

"Thank you once again for the kindness and courage of your people," Dunen told them and bowed, along with his companions.

The Daouk also bowed as Dunen and his friends departed.

As Geerob, Tunob and Dorrut were sent to prepare for the journey, Dunen, Tharan and Danar followed Esel to a small chamber. Loyan, who sat beside an elevated bed, rose when they entered and then bowed before Dunen.

Bilob lay on the bed covered by a thick blanket with a pillow beneath his head. His face was covered with perspiration, but now calm, void of pain.

They all quietly came by the side of the bed. Dunen's heart was moved with anguish as he looked upon his mighty friend, now frail and vulnerable.

"He is well. He will survive. In a few days, he will be strong again," Loyan assured him.

"Praise God for His mercy," Dunen said joyfully as he brushed away his tears.

Bilob's eyes opened at Dunen's voice.

"Dunen," he whispered and swallowed hard from a dry mouth.

"Bilob! My friend, my brother, I am here," Dunen said as he grabbed his arm.

"You are well," Bilob said gladly as he saw Dunen.

"Yes, and you are better."

Bilob nodded and said, "Loyan has saved my life."

Loyan blushed and turned her head away.

"Yes, she did. The Lord provided us a great healer," Dunen said and thankfully complimented her.

"Indeed. He is good to His children. A God of love."

"Rest, my friend and we will be together soon," Dunen promised him.

Bilob nodded and gave a smile again while closing his eyes.

"My heart cannot express the gratitude for your care, Loyan," Dunen told her.

A great smile came over her and she blushed even more.

"It is little beside your grace," she could only answer and bowed.

Suddenly they were distracted by shouts echoing through the tunnels. Esel immediately left the chamber. Dunen and Danar followed behind. They ran across the adjoining cavern and before entering the tunnel that led to the main cavern, they came upon a servant who came searching for them. The servant panted from his running and looked very troubled.

"What is it?" Esel asked.

"Soldiers! City soldiers. From Dernak. They are fighting at the entrance. They have found us," he exclaimed.

All were shocked at the news.

"Who is fighting? How many are they?" asked Esel urgently.

"Our people and our guests," the servant said pointing to Dunen, "There are hundreds, but we are not sure."

"We must join the fight," Esel said and they all darted off down the tunnel.

As they drew closer to the main hall, the clamour of shouts grew louder amplified by the rock walls. Expecting to find combat within the main cavern, they were surprised to see no enemies. Daouk guards were grouping and preparing for battle, while the counsellors and Zuruk shouted out orders. Dunen, Danar and Esel ran quickly to join them.

"Ernum has found us," Zuruk said disappointingly at Dunen.

"What is going on?" asked Dunen.

"There is much fighting at the entrance. Your people and mine keep them back, but not for long. Targots have found us, killing our hidden sentinels and opening a way here without a warning," Zuruk informed.

"Targots! Wretched souls!" Danar said disgustingly.

"What will you do?" Dunen asked Zuruk.

"We will seal the entrance," said Zuruk.

"Seal it? Is there another way out?" Dunen asked with great concern.

"Fret not. We are ready for such situations. We must bring in our people and close the tunnel upon them. We have many exits, but we must not tarry," Zuruk assured him and then left to order the retreat.

Outside, at the entrance of the tunnel, a great commotion of fighting spread across the narrow plateau. The Daouk, with the help of Dorrut, Geerob and Tunob, fought violently as they defended the opening in a half circle. The enemy were held back by the uphill struggle and found little space to strike back or find fair footing to gain ground.

With long spears, the Daouk guards kept the enemy away and slew many who dared to come forward but, unskilled, many were lost to the swordsmen of Dernak.

"How long do we fight?" shouted Dorrut to Geerob as he fought.

"I do not know," he answered defending himself from an assailant.

"I pray this is not the only entrance," he said as he swung his sword and slit the throat of an adversary.

After what seemed a never ending battle, orders came to retreat into the tunnel. Gradually the circle shrank as they moved into the tunnel.

The enemy soldiers finally scaled the hill and fought along the plateau. This made it further difficult for the Daouk as they lost their advantage. As they narrowed the circle, Dorrut, Geerob and Tunob allowed themselves to remain last, as the others withdrew themselves into the tunnel. Tunob swung his sword with great sweeps and broke the swords that dared to come before him. Dorrut and Geerob kept their opponents away with their fearful strikes.

"Go, I will keep them away," shouted Dorrut to the villagers.

"No. You go, I will hold them back," Geerob argued.

"Foolhardy young man! You will be killed all alone," yelled Dorrut.

"It is you who will perish. Enter, we will keep them away," Tunob angrily disagreed.

"No! We will go together or we die together," Dorrut said obstinately.

"Agreed," said Geerob.

With a great cry Dorrut pounced forward killing one soldier and swinging his blade across another. The villagers did likewise, pushing back their opponents. As the soldiers drew back from the onslaught, the three of them turned and fled down the tunnel. The soldiers caught off guard, raced in pursuit.

The three ran down the tunnel. As they came into the small cavern, Daouk guards waited holding two great ropes attached to beams that held the tunnel roof.

"They follow behind!" shouted Dorrut.

The Daouk soldiers pulled on the ropes and the beams fell inward. Instantly, the roof of the passage caved in with a great tremor and dust flying. Cries of the pursuers could be heard as they were buried by the crashing rock and earth.

After a few moments, the tunnel was completely blocked by huge stones. A cloud of dust shot forth from the tunnel and lightly engulfed the chamber.

"They will learn not to enter unwelcomed," said Dorrut sarcastically as he breathed hard from his efforts.

Everyone laughed at his words and felt relieved that they were out of immediate danger.

"Geerob! Tunob!" their names echoed down the tunnel as they heard footsteps coming.

Dunen appeared at the mouth of the entrance to the cavern and halted. Danar, Zuruk and others followed right behind.

"We are well, my lord," Geerob told him.

"Why has this man a sword?" Danar asked angrily. "The king commanded that he should not be given a sword."

"Dorrut helped us protect the entrance," Geerob told them.

"He has fought well, and was willing to give his life for us. I give him my trust," said Tunob as he admired him.

"So do I," Geerob vowed also.

Dorrut humbly accepted the thankfulness.

Looking at Dorrut, Dunen decided that he had proven his sincerity.

"You have made good your word, Dorrut. You have earned the right to carry your sword before me," Dunen told him.

"Thank you my lord," answered Dorrut calmly, unwilling to show his gratitude.

"Are we now trapped here?" asked Geerob.

"No. There are other secret exits. The Daouk will show us out," Dunen advised everyone.

"We must go quickly. They can search the mountain and catch us as we flee," Zuruk explained.

"Very well," Dunen said.

They all left the small cavern and walked to the main hall and found it in a state of commotion. Daouk servants were busily running to and fro preparing an escape.

"You will take care of Bilob?" Dunen asked Zuruk.

"We shall. He will be carried out. We have plenty of horses," Zuruk assured him, "Esel will take your company through the tunnels and bring you to a secret passage. Be at peace, we will take good care of your friends."

"Thank you, Zuruk. Send us word of your position," Dunen said.

"Esel will go with you. He will know where to find us."

"Very good. I am glad to have him along."

"Go now," Zuruk urged.

Dunen and his companions bowed respectfully and followed Esel.

Tharan stood before Zuruk and said, "I will keep  my promise and return when the Lord permits."

"We will be waiting, Tharan, prophet of the Lord," Zuruk said with a smile.

Tharan bowed and raced off after his companions.

Leaving the main hall with its whirlwind of activity, they entered an adjoining tunnel. Walking briskly, the passage began to climb. After a little while, the tunnel took sharp turns, leading higher and higher. They all began to tire, trying to maintain their pace as the tunnel continually led upward. Their legs began to ache from the difficult upward walk. Sweat began to drip on everyone's face by the effort and the tunnel's cold humidity.

Following one another, the tunnel finally came to a level ground and not far off opened into a huge cavern.

Inside, about a dozen horses, awaiting their arrival, were held by Daouk servants. The cavern contained many stables, some still holding horses. Hay and water troughs lined the walls and saddles hung against each stable.

The light of day streamed into the place through a gap in the cavern wall. The fresh air was pleasing to smell after the long period in humid stale cavern air.

"The horses carry supplies for the journey," Esel informed. "We have also packed your belongings."

Dunen was amazed by the Daouk's well-thought resources and plans. Even though it would be a long time before coming to Daouk again, Dunen would not forget the cavern halls and their great arched pillars.

"This path leads along the mountain and through it to the valley of Ardra. It is mostly hidden from anyone below. It is unattainable by any other way. We will have a safe ride until we descend into the valley. Once there, you must pray your God that no enemy await for us," Esel said seriously.

One by one, everyone was given a horse and mounted as they followed Esel out of the cavern. Everyone blinked and hid their eyes from the sun, being accustomed by the dim interior.

Slowly they gathered speed along the narrow path. A wall of rock rose high along the mountain side and a smaller wall, a little higher than them, rose toward the slope.

The view below was blocked, so they were forced to look either ahead or up the mountain at its peaks.

Dunen realized that the path was mostly man made by the Daouk. Although it swerved many times, it seemed to travel the length of the mountain range.

As he rode along, Dunen hoped that the Daouk and his people would safely escape from the army of Dernak. He also wondered when Bilob would once again be by his side. He felt unprotected by the absence of his mighty friend. He would also miss his judgement in times of decision and this troubled him. Although it grieved Dunen to leave him, he was at the least comforted by his brother's presence.

So many things troubled Dunen's thoughts, but he understood that the most urgent task he must complete was to save Teranda. If they failed to save Teranda or even fail to come to the aid of Sandinor in time, Ernum would succeed in conquering the total region of Elnoren.

His worst fears were if Teranda fell, Ernum would have the chance to find the sword of Teranda.

Dunen felt overwhelmed by the grave events and the great responsibilities he carried. He didn't want to fail his family, nor God.

As the sun fell behind the mountain peaks and the cold shadow slowly replaced the warm light, dread came over him as he thought upon the frightening times.

With a troubled heart, Dunen lifted a prayer to God begging for His help, His strength and wisdom, or else he was certain they would fail to stand and defeat the awesome tide of evil that rose against them.

This ends the second writings of king Dunen. But much more must be told of his perilous travels and great trials. The lives of many hang in the balance as Dunen and his companions face terrifying obstacles and terrible revelations. Once again Nerinee the prophet appears to Dunen in his struggles.

Ernum's wicked plans are unleashed even more as his deadly Targots roam about to stop Dunen and get closer to finding the sword of Teranda.
