Chapter 157: Standoff

Chapter 157: Standoff

“Men, in general, judge more by the sense of sight than by the sense of touch because everyone can see, but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion.”

Niccolò Machiavelli

They stood in a silent standoff, neither one of them moving as they assessed the other. I had never seen Arawn so focused before. Finally, they relaxed an infinitesimal amount, but neither put away the daggers they were still holding.

“Who is your guest?” he asked, addressing his question to me, who had been leading the party, but he did so without taking his eyes off the new arrival. At least, that is who I assumed he was addressing. Unfortunately, nobody else bothered to respond, so I was left to speak carefully in the tense atmosphere.

“His name is Namir.” So far, so good. No explosion of violence.

“He is here to see Lady Elan,” I answered for the group. That was all I knew; he had not volunteered much more than that. Did we need to start screening visitors to our town? Holding them for some form of inspection before allowing them in. Seneschal Smit and Adal Silverkin seemed equally surprised by Arawn’s and Namir’s actions. He was staring in shock between the suddenly threatened violence and seeing it unexpectedly bursting forth from our grandfather, who was generally as lazy as he could get away with being. They had not been there to face off against the Mosau Eels and had only heard the story second or third hand. It was different seeing it in person.

“I’ll escort him to the isle. We will wait for you there. Before going to visit Lady Acacia.” He told us, leaving no room for disagreement. He also did not give us the time.

“After you, Namir.” He gestured to the lagoon keeping himself between the beastkin and us as he approached the water’s edge. With a sigh, Namir put away his daggers, braced himself and set off toward the water’s edge and over it. Skipping off the water with each step, he was soon running over the water to the isle in the middle of the lake. That looked like a handy skill to have if it was one. However, I wondered how fast your dexterity had to rise to do it off pure stats alone.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” Arawn replied before dashing off after Namir. I noticed that despite Namir putting away his daggers, he had not thought to put away his own. He was also aiming at a slightly different angle to land on the isle sufficient distance away so as not to crowd the beastkin.

“I suppose we must pick up his boat on the way then. Seeing as he seems to have forgotten about it.” Uncle Aaron pointed out the now drifting boat in the middle of the lake that had been left to its own devices, while Arawn had focused solely on the beastkin to the exclusion of all else. So we set sail, heading to the drifting boat. It was unlikely to get smashed on the shore as the water was reasonably calm, but it could get blown anywhere if left to its own devices for the whole day.

“We always thought he had swum to the isle when he first appeared all those years ago.” Grandpa groaned to himself. “He just ran there.” He muttered to himself, re-evaluating our grandfather’s arrival. I realised that while our immediate family were now aware of how he had crawled out of the depths with a baby tied to his back. His arrival to the rest of the elderly members of the town was still a mystery. He had shown up one day. It had been years before the city realised he had a daughter, adopted or not. “We always knew he was the strongest of the town but did not know to what degree.” He continued his commentary.

Uncle Aaron had a separate comment as we made our way across. “Well, judging by Arawn’s reaction, perhaps the guards were not being as silly as we first assumed. Now it seems their response was perfectly justified, even if it was a beastkin monster rather than a beast escaping from the Lodestone depths.

“A little practice at ringing and responding to the alarm is perchance warranted.” Grandpa Smit agreed. “There were certainly a few things that could have run a little smoother. Not least the packing up of the market and everyone returning home. By now, the guard should have reassured them there is nothing to worry about, but perhaps we need an all-clear signal and a call to arms.” He thought through how to move forward after the mini panic caused by the bells this morning.

Eventually, we sidled up to Arawn’s boat, and Aleera transferred across with Grandpa Smit to sail it back to the isle. This left me and Uncle Aaron to continue on our way. Arawn and Namir were still in a subtle standoff on the island ahead of us, but they had not come to blows yet.

As we approached the isle, Aaron shouted, “An exciting morning, eh?” starting the conversation again. Aleera and I were filling the sails of our respective boats with wind and making speedy progress toward the isle. It was not quite a race, as we would have driven the boats onto the rocks, but it was close enough for the moment as we sped across the water.

“Yes,” I shouted back. As exciting as the bells and the new arrival had been, Arawn’s reaction had emphasised the possible seriousness of the matter, and it was a relief to have family taking up the burden and making sure it all worked out okay in the end rather than leaving the weight of it all on my little shoulders.

“Impressive entrance.” He added, referring to how I had fallen from the sky to land before the guards and him.

I grinned unrepentantly, “Well, it was the quickest way to get there.” I answered, omitting the fact that I had been watching the whole process of the beastkin’s arrival from above before dropping in.

“Why exactly did you think rushing toward the possible monsters would be a good idea?” Uncle Aaron asked.

“Well, I thought it would be good to know what was coming, and then I could let Grandfather and Lady Acacia know if they were needed,” I answered, fully aware that there would have been little I could have done from the air. Instead, I needed to develop some form of ordinance, spells or weapons to use from a distance or height.

“You need to be careful chasing monsters or your future. You don’t just represent yourself but our families’ dreams as well.” He cautioned. Reminding me that it wasn’t just my close family relying on me to become a Lord in truth, not just name. Our subordinate Adals looked for support from the central Silversea branch just as they supported us.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

“I will.” I agreed seriously. I had no intention of passing away anytime soon.

. . .

Back at the eastern gate

Meanwhile, several slaves and their enslaver had finally reached the eastern gate of Wester Town. Despite the steps carved into it, it had been a long climb up the cliff face. Sadly, this was followed by an equally long descent into the inner island. He was not looking forward to the reverse on their return journey.

“Ho the town.” The captain raised his hand in greeting his slaves, limping after him, laden down as they were with his goods. There were not all that the ship held, but certainly enough for a small town, and if he managed to sell more, he could always send them back for more.

“Welcome, merchant.” The gate guards stopped him as he arrived. “Where do you hail from, and what are you selling?” they asked as his darker skin tone, compared to theirs alongside his almond-shaped eyes, differentiated him from the average sailor or merchant from Ponente. People travelled, it was true but mainly stuck to their towns, isles or kingdoms. It was rare to see someone from outside them.

“We have travelled far and hail from the southwest kingdom of Libeccio.” He answered with a short angled tilt of his head. “I sell only the finest gold, ivory, spices, beads and ceramics wares. Can you point me in the direction of the market square?” He asked politely.

“Straight ahead, due west, but you will be out of luck today.” The younger guard answered.

“Why?” he asked, confused as it was not too late in the day for some more trading to be done. He had hoped to be back on board his ship by the time night fell.

“Well, the market closed for the day after the scare and the alarm bells being rung.” He answered honestly, even if it was not helpful to the captain with the well-practised experience gained over the last couple of months of sailing with a specific passenger to imagine the problem.

“Was it a beastkin?” He asked to confirm his suspicions with a sinking feeling.

“Yes.” The younger gate answered enthusiastically. “He came down from the cliff at such a frightening pace I doubt even the walls would have been able to stop him had he hit them or jumped. We couldn’t tell from the distance that he was a noble race. It is rare to see a beastkin this far west. So, we made the call.” Before adding the rhetorical question, “Better safe than sorry, right?”

The captain sighed, the benefit of which was it could be taken for agreement, disagreement or sheer frustration depending on the listener's belief. Of course, he was full of anger and frustration, but there was no need to reveal that to the two young guards, who seemed somewhat lacking in experience.

“And when will the market open next?” He asked the follow-up question because that was all that truly mattered.

“Tomorrow morning bright and early.” They answered that they were happy to help.

“Then, could you direct us to the nearest tavern instead?” He asked, disappointed that he would have to spend some money in this small town before he could start making some back. Hopefully, the tavern was not as inexperienced as the town’s guards, and he could enjoy his night there.

“Same as the last set of instructions straight ahead due west. The Compass Edge Tavern is right on the market square, can’t miss it.” They answered with a quick nod in that direction.

“Thank you.” He answered before leading the way into the town. It was a quaint enough town. Shielded from the sea by the towering cliff walls, it had grown well in the shade of their protection. Thriving well in the shelter, he saw far more prosperity than he might have hoped for on the way to the tavern. It was a sprawling building that had been clearly built in sections but had also clearly claimed sufficient and significant space within the town to do so.

But whether there was a market for his goods or not was something he would find out tomorrow. First, though, he needed to find out the lay of the land, seeing as they would spend their night in the tavern. It might be a long night, being a little early in the day to start drinking, but he had skills for that, and hopefully, it would be informative.

. . .

Back on the Isle

We waited for Father to return, but our answer had never really been in doubt. If we needed to enter the court of Ponente, then this was what we needed to do. It looked like it was back to physical training for me. A few years older, a few feet taller, with my family to support me, hopefully, it would be a little less brutal this time.

“We accept.”