Terror Twenty-Six - Montele

Terror Twenty-Six - Montele

There she is! Pedro calls out from where hes standing next to the driver of the wagon behind our own.

Felix and I have been cooped up in the back of this wagon for most of the day. The caravan stopped during noon, for food and to give everyone time to go visit the woods nearby, but other than that, its been in constant movement.

I guess it only makes sense. Monsters tend to roam in packs, but they stay within an area and most of them wont bother chasing anything too far. Theyre a bit lazy on the whole.

That means a caravan moving at a good speed should be able to slip through a lot of monster territories in quick succession.

I stand up, and with a hand wrapped around the pole at the rear of the wagon, lean out so that I can see ahead of the caravan. Theres only one cart in front, and it does nothing to block the view.

Montele looms large ahead of us.

A wall pushes out and around, the top of it uneven as it follows the dips and bumps in the terrain. That doesnt change how impressive it is. The thing has to be at least twenty metres tall, with bigger towers every hundred metres or so. I can see yellow banners flapping in the wind with the kingdoms crest on them. Ahead of us is another walled section, this one a good ten metres taller than the outer wall, with a large rounded tower that encompasses the entirety of the gatehouse.

The woods are cleared for quite a ways, leaving plenty of room for guards to see any monsters coming. A patrol of them is out by the walls, six men in armour, riding on horseback along a path made of beaten dirt.

Theres so much to look at. The guards atop the walls, the towers within the city that are big enough to be sticking out, the mountain range that juts out of the ground like a brown wall. The mountain is probably the most impressive thing. Its right in the middle of the city with the tallest peaks just barely dusted with snow at their tops.

The gates swing open, and, to my surprise, were let in immediately, the shadow of the gatehouse passing over us and sending a chill down my spine.

Is it nice? Felix asks.

Its certainly big, I reply. Not sure about nice.

My nose wrinkles as the wonderful scent of a city with thousands of people living in it hits me. It smells worse than Santafaria, Felix says as we pass under the gatehouse and into a large walled courtyard.

Drivers dismount from the wagons, and I see Pedro climbing off of his and extending a hand to what can only be a member of the city guard.

I think this is our stop, I say.

I really dont feel like being inspected or taxed or anything, so slipping away now might be for the best. I hesitate over our bags. Theres... nothing important in them, I dont think. Food that will spoil soon and not much else.

Leave the bags here; well be less suspicious without them, I think.

We dont have much other stuff, Felix says.

Thats fine, I reply.

I help her jump out of the wagon and then look around. There are plenty of guards, all of them in gambesons with yellow tabards over them. Their hats, equipped with long, dyed feathers, are similar to those the guards over in Santafaria had, though these look like theyre better maintained.

At the end of the courtyard is a second gate with a doorway next to it.

I take a deep breath. If anyone talks to me, interrupt them and tell them that your miss is busy, I say.

I was afraid she'd ask that. I have no idea, I admit. The books probably made it here safely, which means we... basically need to find and secure them, somehow. Then we need to figure out how to get the books back to Mom. Thats... well, I suppose the logical thing to do would be to break it all down into manageable parts and tackle each one in turn.

So, whats the first part? Felix asks.

I rub my chin. I guess lodging? Then... then we find out where the books are being kept. We can hardly plan anything without knowing that much.

Oh, that shouldnt be hard, Felix says.

It shouldnt?

Felix shakes her head. Come, she says, one hand extending to me.

I grab it, and she pulls me deeper into the alley.

Do you have a copper? she asks.

I have some boille, I reply as I start fishing in the pockets of my skirts. The same skirts Ive been wearing for multiple days. Ive done worse, of course. Sometimes a reading binge goes on for long enough that one must sacrifice some essentials like eating and sleeping and bathing, but its been three days and Im afraid I might start to stink soon.

I shake those thoughts off as I fish out a copper coin and give it to Felix.

She pulls out of the alley and stares ahead for a moment. The homes here are nearly all built with two storeys and quaint little balconies on their topmost floors, often with flowers or nice vases as decor.

Felix probably doesnt care for any of that. She pulls me along, only slowing down as we reach another, thinner alley. We pause by the entrance, and Felix lets go of my hand to move in with slow steps. She stops before a pile of cloth on the ground. Im looking for something, she says.

The pile of cloth moves, revealing a crease-lined face covered in grime. Yeah? the man asks.

Books, Felix says. She raises the coin. Where can we find books?

The mans eyes barely register the coin, and he doesnt seem all that excited. Cant you spare a little more?

No, Felix says.

The man grunts. The Grand Library is past the yellow pavilion. It belongs to Semper.

Felix tosses him the coin. Which direction?

North, then east. Its on the mains.

Felix nods, then turns to me with a beaming smile.

Well done, I say. I didnt know there was a big library here. Then again, thats not too surprising in a city as big as this. Alright, that gives us a first objective.

Libraries are the best, so theres no going wrong visiting one!

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