I said my goodbyes to Sebastien and Tansien and led the way back toward the warehouse. I resisted the urge to link my arms with Crelo & Nendo and skip down the street. They were alive! I hadn't gotten them killed! Victory!

Concealing my glee, I asked them if they were familiar with human culture. They shook their heads and I began to explain the day's events.

"If I'd killed Cirros after he invited us into his home, it would have been dishonorable. I expected Cirros to realize I was there, deny us entry and attack. Since he didn't, I was unable to strike the first blow. Not as a guest in his home."

I didn't mention that I'd been too concerned for their safety to strike at Cirros in such close quarters, especially when I was certain the potions master had stacked the deck against us, despite our overwhelming numbers.

As we walked along, I asked them questions of their homeland whenever there was no one close enough to overhear. It wasn't long before we heard the stomp of soldiers approaching from behind.

Crelon, Nando and I stepped aside, allowing the large group of soldiers to pass. It didn't take long as they were moving quickly to the west. In just a few moments another large group overtook us. Some people along the way tossed flowers in the street and cheered the soldiers. West. They were quickly heading west. Toward Peros!

"Come on. We must get back to Gar-- the king- and tell him about the troop movements."

The three of us hurried along in the wake of the soldiers, eager to reach the warehouse and deliver our news.

It looks like the war has finally arrived.

A hastily scrawled journal entry

What in the world did Gara mean with his words today?

I was surprised that he didn't argue about me traipsing off to battle Cirros. Stumbling over my words, I thanked him for not insisting I stay here, and for offering soldiers to accompany, rather than demanding.

I'm sure my jaw was on the floor when he replied "I got your message loud and clear. You can take care of yourself."

And then, the most puzzling words I've heard in a long time. He was explaining how we need to work together to achieve our goals.

"Our success in this will help cement the idea that we can lead together… that we represent a formidable force."

Lead together? Together?

He went on to tell me I don’t always have to be so diplomatic.

Then I grinned at him, kissed his cheek and answered "How's that for not being diplomatic?"

Of course, I beat a hasty retreat as soon as I'd done so, afraid to see the look on his face if I'd lingered.

Is it wrong to whistle whilst on the way to assassinate someone?

I paced back and forth along the wharf, looking again and again up the alleys leading to the waterfront. Every few steps I stopped and listened, straining to hear the creak of an approaching wagon.

At last the wagon came into sight and I hurried forward. Before I could speak Tansien told me "I was attacked by some giant ants."

"Are you hurt?"

He shook his head as he climbed down from the wagon.

"Good. If we both survive the night, I'll see the Lady offers you extra compensation. For your Goddess, of course."

Tansien chuckled as I settled on the wagon's seat and pulled off. After a few moments, I heard a shout behind me. Looking back over my shoulder, I was surprised to see some guards, reluctantly turning from me to the docks and the small figure jumping up and down, shouting, waving his arms at them.

Certain Tansien had somehow managed to save me from a time-wasting interrogation by the guards I hurried the horses along to the warehouse and led them inside. I tossed the reins to a nearby soldier who stepped forward and I smiled at him. "They aren't for dinner. Yet."

I found Gara with his advisors and told him about the guards patrolling the area. Several of his advisors offered suggestions on handling the situation, each of which entailed killing the guards.

I stood, silent, at times biting my bottom lip to keep from blurting out my disagreement. Instead, I folded my arms over my chest and bounced on the balls of my feet, trying to burn off some of the frustration.

After each suggestion Gara cut his gaze to me, watching... perhaps waiting for me to interrupt. One of the younger advisors put forward the idea that instead of killing guards, we could set fire to one of the warehouses to provide a distraction for the guards.

I resisted the urge to nod at him, glad to see that at least one of my friend's advisors was thinking beyond brute force.

Gara held up a hand to his advisors and stopped their discussion. He turned to me and said "Violet, you know this city and the guards. What do you think?"

I took a breath, searching for my diplomatic skills before replying. But before I could utter a syllable, Gara hissed "Quiet" and pulled out the talking stone.

Tansien told us that one of the ships in the harbor-- one we'd be watching closely all eve, was under way. She was several hundred yards off shore, slowly moving to the mouth of the bay.

Gara replied that he was mobilizing his men, however we had to cope with the addition of guards on the prowl. Tansien interrupted Gara, exclaiming that a second ship was moving. Gara outlined his plan for moving 200 soldiers to the water. Tansien said he would try to cause a distraction and asked what route to the water we'd use.

Gara deferred to me and I supplied Tansien with the details. The stone went silent and suddenly Gara barked orders to his men. Hay bales were piled along the outer perimeter of the wagon bed and topped with tarp to provide cover for the men.

Twenty five soldiers settled into the wagon and Gara turned to me. "We need someone to drive the wagon."

I nodded. "Yes, you do."

Gara hesitated a beat, then asked "Would you mind exposing yourself?"

I gave him a mischievous smile and said, "Gara, I'd be happy to expose myself for you."

Before he could reply I turned on my heel, made my way to the wagon and climbed up onto the bench, taking the reins from the soldier who'd been watching the horses. Doors flung wide, the wagon creaked out onto the dark street.

I was grateful for an uneventful trip to the docks, whereupon the soldiers scrambled from the wagon and dove into the water. I returned to the warehouse, gathered another group of soldiers and delivered them to the waterfront.

Before I left the warehouse with the third load of soldiers, one of the lieutenants approached the wagon, offered a bota of water and asked how it was going.

I gave him a grateful smile and took a long drink before answering.

"Good. Quiet so far. Let's hope it stays that way. Thanks for the water."

By then the next group of soldiers were on board and we set out. About midway to the docks a man darted in front of the wagon. I yanked hard on the reins, barely managing to stop the horses from crushing him. The man shouted something unintelligible, pointed back the way he'd come and ran off.

I looked down the side street in time to see a giant scorpion appear. "We're under attack" I shouted to the soldiers behind me as I stood and hurled a magic missile at the creature, wounding it.

Soldiers swarmed out from beneath the tarp and began to attack the beast. I spied a second scorpion and tossed another magic missile at it.

Two missiles were all I had in my arsenal. I swear I could hear Tansien's voice in my head, urging me to "use what ya got."

What I had were some cantrips, including one for salt. Crossing my fingers, I concentrated and a rain of salt showered into the scorpion's eyes.

It worked! I nearly jumped up and down with glee. Instead, as the soldiers continued their attacks, I carried on my magical assault on the scorpions.

One of the soldiers was stung by a scorpion and crumbled to the ground. I lept from the wagon, drawing the Gethyanki sword in a flash of blue light and stood over him, keeping myself between him and the beast.

At last one of the men landed the killing blow and the closer beast died. I used my last spell to deliver another shower of salt into the second scorpion's eyes and it turned tail, running off, some of Gara's men in pursuit.

I knelt, checking on the soldier, who wasn't breathing. I called for help to get him into the wagon and asked one of the men if there was a healer back at the warehouse.

"There's a shaman."

"Good."

"But you're not... we need to go to the docks first."

I stared at him, wanting to shout and argue. But if I went back to the warehouse now, more soldiers might die in a second attack. Reluctantly I nodded in agreement. "Just get him in the wagon."

A few of the men pulled their comrade into the back of the wagon and I got behind the reins. "If you want a ride, climb aboard. Now."

Soldiers scrambled to leap up into the wagon and I slapped the reins over the horses' back, urging them forward, hell-bent-for-leather. The men who'd chased the scorpions returned and grabbed for the wagon's side as we raced past.

Pulling up to the warf, I called to Tansien. "There's a wounded man in the back. Can you help?"

Tansien examined the man briefly. "He's dead."

I swore beneath my breath, turned the wagon back on its tail, putting the horses to a run even as the last soldier was jumping clear.

As soon as the doors to the warehouse open I shouted "We were attacked! I've got an injured man. We need help!"

Men came and pulled the soldier from the wagon, calling for the shaman. Even as they laid out his body, soldiers swarmed into the back of the wagon and I heard a shout, "Go, go, go!"

Moving on autopilot, I twitched the reins, sending the horses into a brisk walk along the dark street. Blinking against the sting of tears it occured to me that Gara must have given up on his overprotective bent, since he didn't fuss about me driving the wagon after the attack. Or had he even been there when I came racing in? I didn't recall seeing him but the moment was confused, jumbled, and I was out the door again in less than a minute.

As I pulled the wagon to a stop at the wharf, I see Sebastien and the others. Just great. More people to get killed.

Too upset to speak to Sebastien, I looked at Aubrey. "We were attacked on the last trip. I'm completely out of magic spells. I could sure use someone riding along with a bow."

The elf hopped up beside me. "Okay."

I hope I don't get her killed, too.

I resisted the urge to slam the door behind me in hinge-shattering fury. It was, however, a near thing. Instead, I eased the warehouse door shut behind me and slipped into the street. I made my way to the Salty Dog, keeping an eye open for opportunities to secure food for the army waiting back at the warehouse.

Once at the inn, I found a table and tipped my chair to lean against the wall. When the barmaid passed, I called for an ale and settled in to wait for my contact. My thoughts drifted back to the day's most recent events. . .

When I reached the rendezvous point I noticed Gara waiting for me in the shadows. I approached him, startled when he laughed at me before I had a chance to speak.

"I see you're refreshed."

I flushed, embarrassed that I'd taken time to wash my face and change my clothing.

"Why are you dressed for battle?"

"Because there's going to be a battle."

Once again Gara and I sparred over whether or not I should be near the battle. I reminded him that I fought for his people in the swamps.

"Back then you were just a human. You could have died in the swamp and I wouldn't have cared, but I feel differently now."

Knowing this could go on for hours and still be at an impasse, I focused on what is important at hand.

"We can get the men settled in relative safety in the warehouse, I can explain the news your sister bid me to bring you and then, if we have time, we can talk about this further. Okay?"

Gara nodded. "Army first." He directed his men to the vacant warehouse and soon all of them were inside.

Once everyone was settled and Gara was surrounded by his counselors. I shared with him The Lady's plans.

"Peros is delayed at least a day. The Lady is concerned that if we move too soon, you and your men will be slaughtered. She is seeking lookouts to watch the harbor for signs of a blockade. If they begin to do so, then the Lady asks for your men to prevent it, by stealth if possible, expediently if not."

We discussed options and I pointed out that allowing the Lady to provide lookouts would allow his men to rest, and if I could procure foodstuffs, a chance to eat. The counselors were split, some agreeing to the merits of our plan, others insisting their men would make better guards than any humans. Gara listened to all of them, then he decided to try things as the Lady and I suggested. I told the group that I would go to the meeting place and await word on the harbor lookouts and see what I could find to feed the men.

Hearing this, one of the counselors sneered. "What does she know of food?"

I smiled and turned toward him. "Do you recall the sacrifice my friends and I brought when we came to your swamps?"

Reluctantly he nodded and I caught a few of the other counselors-- ones who had continued to sneer at me-- nodding in agreement.

"That was well done of you."

"Thank you Counselor. As I mentioned, food is in short supply in the city. I may not be able to find cows. Is there anything else that would be acceptable?"

"Any livestock will do."

I agreed to do what I could to locate food for the warriors and bowed to Gara. "Your majesty I will return as soon as possible." Another bow to the counselors and I left, ending up here in this pub, waiting for someone to bring word on the lookouts.

Mid morning, Gara dismisses the troops around us. "We're going to travel through the water, leaving behind all the horses. You'll need to ride one of the soldiers."

I stare at him, agog. "What? Why?"

"You won't be able to keep up with us."

I continue to stare. "Surely I can ride my horse along the riverbanks, Gara."

"You can, however you'll be out of touch with us as you go around the farms and houses along the river."

I weigh his words, searching for a solution. "Don't you... Gara... how will your men take to that?"

Silence.

I sigh. "What do you want me to do, Gara?"

"I don't want you with us at all."

I draw back, stung. "But. . ."

"I want you safe."

"I thought you were better than that, Gara. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but you're not waterbound. We can move much more quickly in the water. The only way to stay with us is to ride one of the soldiers."

I think for a long moment. "What if I met you some place? Or do you want me with you? Decide, Gara."

Gara calls for one of his men to bring a map. He studies it for several minutes and then spreads it before us, pointing to the place the river meets the bay. "Here. Are there warehouses or businesses nearby?"

I nod, providing him with some details.

"Good. Could you find us a place to use as a base camp?"

"I'm certain I can work something out."

"We'll meet you this evening."

I hand him the speaking stone and carefully place a bland smile on my face. "I was sent to you so that you could communicate with your sister if need be. Take the stone, since I'm no longer needed here with you."

My dismay must have leeched into my words, for Gara took my hand, held it a moment before leaning forward to kiss my cheek. "Stay safe."

I give him a wide smile. "You as well." Swiftly, before he can read anything else in my expression, I turn and walk off to regain possession of my horse and leave the army behind me.

Two days of riding hard through the woods, pushing my horse as hard as I dare. Finally I am stopped by a small contingent of Warriors.

"Stop. You can't go any further."

"I'm looking for Gara."

"Who are you to speak with Gara?"

"I have a message for him from his sister. I am the Lady's envoy. I've also done battle for Gara in your homelands."

One of the warriors steps forward. "I remember you. What was the name of the old woman in the village?"

I gave him the name of the old crone who'd been my point of contact for letters between Gara and I all this timme.

He nodded at me and said to the others. "Let her pass. She is as she claims." To me he continued "I'd better escort you back so that you are not waylaid."

We parted from the others, making our way back through the lines. Occassionaly my escort stopped to study the ground, searching for something I couldn't decipher. Shortly we passed other warriors, at first in small groups, then larger ones.

Finally we stopped before a very large group. My guide spoke to a ranking officer, explaining my presence.

This warrior too recognized me. "I remember you and your kin as you battled in the swamps."

He sent my companion back to his duties, telling me he was a highly skilled scout and was needed. Instead, he would ensure I was properly escorted to Gara.

A pair of guards came forward and led the way. An eternity later, although it truth it could not have been more than an hour, we encountered Gara's personal guard. The guards part, making a lane for us to pass. Then, suddenly, there he was. I scrambled off my horse and rushed forward. Gara moved forward just as eagerly. I was sure he was going to fold me in his arms, but he suddenly stopped short, instead taking my hand in his.

I'd have been more disappointed had I not noted the light in his eyes. "How are you?" he continued to hold my hand, drawing me away from the guards.

"I'm well. And you?"

He nodded. "And Sebastien?"

"He's well. He's killed the prince of the city and is currently none too poplur with the rulers."

"Did you have a part in this?"

I smiled at him. "A small part."

"I'm not surprised."

Gara turned his attention back to his soldiers. "We're taking a short break here. You, tend to her horse."

"Now, we must speak about the upcoming battle."

Speaking quickly, I provide him with all the details I can about my Lady's wishes, what knowledge I have of the drow. I pass him the maps I've brought along and he studies them for a long moment before handing them off to one the soldiers.

"What of this Peros?"

"I know you are anxious to keep moving. Let us walk and talk?"

Gara nods and the guard falls in around us. I offer him the details of our adventures with Peros, filling in for him all the details that I'd not included in my letters.

Gara calls his advisors to him and begins to discuss strategy, turning to me for advice many times. I watched his advisors carefully, guaging thier reactions as Gara sought information from a human female. Most of them relaxed when I responded to him in thier tongue, but a few were still skeptical, casting dubious looks at one another when they thought no one was watching.

Inwardly, I smile at the skeptics and recall a scroll Gara sent me long ago. If these lizardmen try to thwart My Lady's will, I've ways to deal with them.

My Dearest Gara--

So much news to share with you! A few days ago I received a message from Sebastien, warning that a drow had infiltrated the school and that the drow were planning to invade Fren.

I quickly took this information to my Lady, your sister. After my audience with her, I left word at the front gate that my "brother" would be coming in the next few days and should be brought to me immediately.

It wasn't long before Sebastien and a strange woman arrived. Quick introductions and I learned the elf-woman's name is Aubrey and she'd been traveling with Sebastien for some time. Still, she is a stranger to me, so I put her in the hands of one of the students with instructions that she be given quarters--and a guard.

Sebastien and I quickly made our way to my Lady's office. Gracious as always, she greeted us kindly. I immediately gave her the scroll Sebastien brought with him. She read it several times before turning it over to one of the staff for analysis.

My Lady studied Sebastien for a moment and then asked about his plans. Plans? He had none, other than to deliver word to her. She, on the other hand, could see the possibilities to exploit the situation. If the Drow were allowed to attack, perhaps the rightful king of Fren, Peros, would be able to take advantage of the weakened monarchy. In fact, she'd already sent word to Peros but it would take many days before his army could arrive.

And then my Lady said the words that made my heart stop for a moment. She'd sent for you as well. Even as I write this you should be making your way here.

Sebastien and I both agreed that working to restore Peros to the crown would be far better than the continued reign of the current family. We left her so that she could continue to plan.

Sebastien contacted Tansien with an enchanted jewel, warning him to be careful entering the city. Tansien has the means to disguise himself and refused the invitation to stay here in the compound. Instead he wished to remain at his temple. I dispatched a runner to fetch Lee here and Sebastien and I continued to talk.

That's when it struck us. Tansien! He'd tell his brothers about the invasion, and what if they decided to raise the alarm??

I dashed off to the temple, desperate to get there before the halfling arrived. Unfortunately, he was already iside by the time I breathlessly pounded on the temple gates.

Eventually one of the brothers brought Tansien took a message to Tansien for me and returned with my short friend.

Mindful of curious ears and uncertain how Tansien would react to my Lady's plan, I quickly explained to Tansien that the scroll was a forgery. He listened for a few moments and then hustled me up to his room, ignoring the hoots and catcalls from the other brothers.

Once we were alone I had no choice but to outline the plan in the works. Tansien saw the same potential for good that we did and agreed to try and keep the alarm from being raised. He'd suggest to the head priest that all the brothers should be recalled to the temple and a celebration held, one that would keep them safely inside.

Satisfied I'd done my best, I returned to the compound and found Sebastien. We have much catching up to do before the war begins.

I hope to see you soon, my friend. I look forward to the day when I can introduce you to your sister.

With love,
Violet

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I put down the pen and scan the letter one last time before folding it neatly. I draw a copper bowl close and light a candle. Carefully I feed the letter into the flames, making certain it is destroyed entirely.

I've learned caution in my time at the School for Talented Ladies. There was no one I trust to take that message to Gara, and even if there were, there's no certainty the person would not be waylaid or the letter stolen.

Father,

I hope this letter finds you and Mother in good health.

As for me, I am well. I continue my studies, focusing on the specialties I can learn at this school. I'm sorry to say, Father, that following in your footsteps holds no allure for me. I tried, I truly did, but over the past year or two, I realize I haven't the talent for magic, nor the interest to continue persuing a field in which I'd never excel. I hope I've not disappointed you.

Homework calls, Father, so I must return to my scrolls.

I miss you all.

Much love,
Violet

My Lady,

First, some news you might find of interest. It seems that PJ has suffered some strange shrinking illness-- he is a full head shorter now than when last you saw him. Experts fear that this illness is lasting--as for me, my suspicious nature casts its doubts, but for now I shall agree with them, at least until other evidence is put before me.


Now I must make my confession. I have failed you miserably.

My fellows and I found ourselves on an island with twin city states, ruled by a king and queen--siblings. I first encountered the King, Peros, and noticed a striking resemblance to you, my Lady. We spoke at length to Peros and I made him aware of what I believe may be some familial relationship.

In Peros we found a hatred for our adversary to match our own. His majesty offered us aid and a way to lure our quarry into a trap.

I shall spare you the tedious details of how we accomplished our task. Suffice to say we achieved our goal. Foolishly I believed that doing so meant an end to being pulled about like a puppet on a string.

Alas, this was not to be. I was called into an audience with Peros, who demanded to know where my allegiances lie. Here, my Lady, begins my tale of shame. I was prodded into anger at the question. Had I not risked my life to help this king kill his great enemy? Had I not offered him the possibility of a relation he had no knowledge of? Indeed, had I not helped him lift the curse plaguing his and his sister's rule?

Stung, I replied that my loyalty lies with my comrades in arms and with one other. He demanded I take a letter to you--and threatened my comrade if I refused. Peros told me I owed him this-- owed him this after all the aid I'd given him.

Had he but asked me, Lady, I would have sped to you on swift wings. But once again I found myself face-to-face with a ruler who would prefer to gain by force that which would have been given freely had it but been asked for.

So you see my Lady, my temper and my pride goaded me into refusing to do his bidding. During the course of our exchange I asked his intentions for Cirros as the man is in his capture. Peros replied that he was "valuable" and "useful" and implied that he'd buy the loyalty of the potions master.

There was more said on both sides, but I fear my Lady that I did not acquit myself well at all. I left the King's chamber, returning to my own only long enough to leave behind a note for my comrade and treat a few bolts with a special brew I have.

I made my way to Cirros's chamber. Before the door I cast a spell, a simple one designed to guide my hand when I strike. The guard let me in without suspicion and locked the door behind me.

I drew my crossbow on Cirros. I asked him for the information I required. He lied. I asked him again, warning him to the truth. Lies continued to spill from his mouth. I aimed and shot, the poisoned bolt catching him in the throat.

Another failing here. I had time, I should have slit that throat from ear to ear or put a bolt in his heart. But I stared down at him, blood bubbling from his throat, his hands flapping at the bolt and I decided to let the gods decide what to do with Cirros. Weakness on my part, I fear. Starting the job but leaving it unfinished. Bad work, that.

I swung my cloak over the bow, rapped on the door and was let out. Cool as ice I made my way back to my room, tossed my companion out, told him briefly what I'd done and led him to believe that I was making for the docks to board a ship.

Instead, my Lady, I'm in a tavern, penning you this missive. In a few moments I'll find some guild member and place it in his or her hands, praying that it makes its way to you.

Then I shall return to the tavern. I'm sure I can find some quick witted boy or girl about to take a brief note to Peros's sister. I hope to arrange an audience with her, telling her of what I've done. A poor spy and even poorer assassin who can't manage to do her duties without creating havoc for her friends.

I am sorry I've failed you, my Lady.

Your most wretched, undeserving servant,
Violet

Three men are dead because of me.

PJ sent Sebastien, Amy, Tansien and I on a mission to acquire a sword. Shouldn't be difficult for a group of thieves and their cleric, eh?

The catch was-- and isn't there always a catch when PJ is involved-- that we had to steal it from a Gethyanki officer.

Along the way, Tanzien found a Gethzeri and learned that his people were being held prisoner in the Gethyanki stronghold. Of course our cleric couldn't allow such an injustice. He and Amy set up with the Gethzeri to liberate the prisoners.

Sebastien and I, along with two of PJ's soldiers were left with the task of securing the sword.

Sebastien wanted to employ stealth: slip up behind an officer, slit his throat and steal the sword. I suggested an ambush. We agreed that both options could be exercised. I set my ambush; Sebastien disappeared into the brush a short way away in case the right opportunity appeared-- or my plan failed.

A small group of Gethyanki approached our ambush point. I tugged on the trip line and down went the sergeant on his face. Unfortunately, he didn't do so quietly, damn him!

I burst out of the brush, charging the downed Gethyanki, determined to snatch up the sword and keep running. At least that was what I planned. I swung my blade at his sword belt but was unable to cut it loose with the first stroke. So instead of a quick strike and a race through the woods, I was engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the beast.

Lovely.

The soldieries--one of them invisible by virtue of Cirros' potion-- joined the fray, as did Sebastien. Eventually we managed to kill the five Gethyanki soldiers and take their swords.

The cost of the battle, however, left the invisible soldier badly wounded. We headed toward our rendezvous point to meet Amy and Tansien but we quickly realized that we were leaving an unmistakable blood trail. I asked the second soldier if he'd be able to double back and lead a false trail away from the rendezvous point.

We never saw him again.

By the time we reached the meeting point the invisibility potion had worn off and Sebastien and I could see how sorely wounded he was. I pulled my healing potion from my pack and poured it down his throat. It stopped the bleeding and helped with the worst of his wounds, but I knew it wasn't enough to keep him alive indefinitely.

Sebastien and I studied the swords and determined we had managed to procure the one PJ desires. I lifted the blade to sheath it and felt a strange tingle run up my arm. A voice in my head whispered "Fight. Fight."

I dropped the cursed thing. Sebastien noticed my horrified expression and asked for the cause. I picked up the sword, handed it to him and said, "We can't give this to JoTu."

The expression on Sebastien's face matched my own as he held the sword. Quickly he put it down and we began discussing ways out of this new problem.

In the end, though, we realized that while getting the sword had been a bit tricky, it would not be difficult for PJ to send a group of soldiers into the forest to secure one. Therefore, denying him the one we'd got was pointless.

As the moon climbed higher without any sign of Amy and Tansien, I began to worry about them--and about the wounded soldier. I wanted to get him back to the boat, but couldn't carry him myself. We couldn't leave Amy and Tansien behind, either. What to do, what to do?

Sebastien suggested his invisible servant could carry the injured man back to the boat for me. Reluctantly I agreed. I didn't want to leave Sebastien alone-- heavens knows what trouble he'd hunt up for himself and there would be no one to watch his back-- but I didn't want this brave soldier to die from lack of medical care, either.

In the end the bell was rung and I left with the servant carrying the soldier. The wounded man was loaded into one of the boats and its crew quickly rowed us back to the ship.

I delivered my charge to the infirmary and went up on deck to wait for the others. Surely Sebastien couldn't have been too far behind me?

As the minutes dragged on, I began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. So concerned was I that I went to Corbin and begged some soldiers to return to the beach to provide cover for my friends, should they be fleeing for their lives down the beach.

Oh hells fire! I hope that man burns slowly for all eternity!! Corbin refused-- not only did he refuse, but when I tried to reason with him, he threatened to lock me in my cabin!

I stormed away and went to the infirmary. Several soldiers were gathered near the wounded man I'd brought to the ship. Determined to protect my friends, I played the guilt card.

"I brought him back here; I gave him a potion that kept him alive until we reached the ship. If any of you are his friends and would thank me for what I've done, I need your help. Sebastien, Amy and Tansien are still on the island. I want to go back and provide some cover in case they are racing for safety."

The men looked at one another. One of them nodded. "We must ask the Prince," he told me.

Fine. I was sure PJ would listen to me. We hurried off to the Prince's cabin where we gained entrance easily. I outlined the situation and JoTu snarled at us to get back to the beach.

A boat was lowered to the water and the six soldiers rowed hard for the shore. In the distance I could see emerging a scene from my nightmares: Sebastien being perused by a Gethyanki. He waded out into the water toward our boat but Sebastien can't swim well. There was no way for him to reach us-- and no way for us to reach him before the Gethyanki did.

I coaxed, pleaded and harangued every ounce of speed I could from the rowers. They pulled ever harder on the oars. Still, the gap between the boat and Sebastien was narrowing at a snail's pace.

Focused on Sebastien's battle with the Gethyanki, I almost missed the fireball streaking across the sky toward us.

Another error in judgment. I'd thought in that first instant that it was aimed at Sebastien. I didn't warn the boat's crew to dive into the water.

The fireball exploded above us and I recall that my breathe seared my lungs. Then everything went black.

The next thing I knew, Tansien was looming over me. Somehow he'd made it out to our boat and cast a healing spell on me. I wanted to fuss at him for it, since he was clearly badly injured himself, but I didn't have the strength to argue.

I surveyed my surroundings. The boat was badly charred. Four of the soldiers were burned. Still, despite their bandaged wounds, they pulled at the oars, slowly making their way out of the fog-- fog? What? to the ship.

Once clear of the fog Tansien spotted Sebastien being tugged along through the water by a pair of soldiers. We angled the boat toward them and hauled everyone into the boat. The two soldiers with Sebastien took over at the oars and we made it back to the ship without further incident.

Our feet had barely hit the deck the PJ was demanding the sword. Sebastien wearily unhooked his belt and all three swords clattered to the deck. Tansien scooped them up and passed them to a soldier who delivered them to the Prince.

The Prince, having obtained his prize, quickly left the deck. Ciros, however, stood nearby. Tansien cheerily thanks him for the potions he'd provided. With considerable less cheer, I thanked the potions master as well. While my words were heart-felt and for once without the undertone of anger and bitterness to Cirros, I doubt he recognized the truth in my words.

Sebastien asked him for a healing potion and Cirros nodded. I asked Cirros if he would allow me to wait for Sebastien outside his cabin. Another look of surprise on the potion master's face. He grunted his agreement. Sebastien and Cirros entered his room and I slumped to the floor in the hallway, waiting my friend.

Eventually Sebastien emerged, looking much more fit if still as bedraggled as earlier. Assuring myself that he was feeling better, I told him I had an errand to run, but would meet him in his cabin directly.

My first stop was the infirmary to check on the wounded soldiers. The one I'd brought back to the boat earlier this evening was propped up in his bed. He looked much better but still seemed to be tired from his adventure.

I thanked him for his aid and he looked as puzzled as Cirros had at my words. I bent, kissed his forehead and told him I was grateful to him. Then I asked about the four burned soldiers, learning their names and that they'd all left after seeing the healer.

I left to search for the others. I hadn't gone more than 20 feet down the hallway when two of them stopped me. They thanked me. I stood there, gape jawed and nodded. Then I stumbled through my own thanks, kissed each one and asked for the whereabouts of their two comrades.

Learning that they were in their quarters, I decided that I'd let them get some well-earned sleep. I smiled at the two soldiers, warned them against being friendly to me in front of Corbin, and made my way to Sebastien's cabin.

Once inside, I learned what Cirros had to say. PJ wishes to set himself up as a god. He is, as I long suspected, going to destroy his family, and somehow he has a plan to gain absolute power.

Oh goody.

I slunk back to my cabin. Scritched Bast. Stuffed the two glow-y swords under my bed. Peeled off the tattered remains of my clothing and crawled into bed.

Sleep won't come, however. When I close my eyes I see the weary face of the soldier just before he left us to lay down a false trail. The faces of the soldiers who agreed, without hesitation, to go to the beach with me, and died a fiery death.

All three dead because of my stupidity. Dead not for a good cause, but because I wasn't smart enough to keep them safe; dead because I wasn't brave enough to risk my own skin.

We haven't even stopped the evil JoTu is planning. I can't even say they died to help prevent some beast from being unleashed upon the land. No, they died, in part, to help further that aim.

And because I am stupid.

Father,

My adventures here in the capital continue. You were right, Father. Traveling has definately broadened my education. Most recently I've learned how to harvest the blood of bore-worms.

I suppose next I'll be learning a bit of sailing as my employer wishes me and my friends to journey with him to the world's end. He says we will sail through fire to the world's end-- I'm not sure what he's up to, but he has mentioned taking power and having us behind him when he does.

As is typical, he threatened you, Mamma and Bill. Yawn. He doesn't realize that I know his threat is an empty one. I trust that you and your servants can keep the family safe.

Jotu believes I'm dancing to his tune out of fear. He doesn't suspect I am serving a far greater royalty.

Once I have some idea of where we are bound, I will let you know. In the meantime, I must thank ---- from the apothecary's shop in capital. He's been most generous with his time and his services to me. He's even been able to shed some light on a long-standing mystery. The potion I'd written earlier about? A simple thing, masquerading as a far more powerful and dangerous substance. And for this Cirros tried to kill us all? Stupid, stupid man, easily fooled.

My love to you and Mamma,
Violet

My Dear Lady,

As I enjoy the weather here in the mountains, I find myself longing for the sea. Funny, isn't it, how one pines for the places one is not? In fact, last night I dreamed that I was sailing off to some unknown adventure aboard a ship painted with blood.

Since I long for a change in scenery I have no doubt that I'll soon be leaving this mountain retreat, wonderful though it is.

I look forward to a nice long visit with you upon my return to town.

In the meantime, I remain

Ever yours,
Violet

Dearest Gara,

I'm sorry I've been so remiss and have not written sooner. There's much to tell you, so let me get right to it.

At the moment I'm in the mountains north of Fen, doing some work for Prince Jotu. We're harvesting the blood of some nasty bore-worms. Foul work, this, I tell you.

To make an odious task even more fun, I've to deal with Captain Corbin, who sees me as no use whatsoever. It's funny, you know, but over the past year, I've gotten used to being an important part of a team. My talents and skills have been appreciated, and I've never once felt that Sebastien was thinking Violet is only a girl.

Yesterday I'd have enough of Corbin's little lady routine, grabbed my gear and left with Reno. Yes, Reno, the bounty hunter that Cirros hired to track me. Business is business and for now she's thrown her lot in with us.

Normally laconic, she shared quite a bit of wisdom with me yesterday. First it was animal lore, tracking skills that I hope to continue to expand. Bow skills that I am determined to master. But most of all, thoughts on dealing with difficult men. I'm glad I spent the day with her; hopefully all that she taught will flourish and grow.

I've much, much more to catch you up on, my friend, but for now I will have to pause in the tales. I'm in the mine, relaying messages back and forth down the trail and it's become too damp to continue to write.

With love,
Violet

My Lady,

Just a bit of news from my trip. At the moment I'm staying in a wonderfully exotic location, enjoying lots of refreshing mud baths and staying far away from the sun-- we know how bad sunning can be for fair skin like mine.

I've made several new friends while I've been traveling, including a rather knowledgeable and capable woman named Reno, and dashing Captain Corbin. He's such a charmer, ever solicitous of my well-being.

Lest you think that I'm becoming lazy and spoiled, I continue to work on the lessons I began back at school. In fact, Reno has provided some additional instruction and practical application of my skills.

Speaking of school, PJ has taken a rather remarkable interest in helminthology, along with hematology. I can't imagine what he'll make of it all, but I'm sure he'll have barrels of fun at it, whatever he does.

Amee continues to thrive on this trip. I'd feared she was ill for a time, but it seems that all is well in that corner. I can't tell you how relieved I am. Of course, I shall continue to keep an eye on her, just in case the fever returns, but for now my mind is at ease.

I fear I must close this note to you, My Lady as I have other letters I must dash off.

As always,
Your devoted servant,
Violet

My Lady--

We are journeying north to the mountains, following the guidance of our mutual friend. My dear friend, PJ, ever concerned for our welfare, is sending along some of his fine fellows to ensure our safety. Isn't that generous of him?

Also along for this trip is a new acquaintance of Sebastien's. Her name is Amee, dark hair, almond eyes. She has utterly captivated Sebastien. I wonder what she does for a living? Perhaps she works for PJ???

I'll be sure to send you a post card during the trip. I know how you love to hear about my travels.

Your devoted servant,
Violet

Dear Cirros,

Your mother is a lovely woman--so charming and thoughtful. It's wonderful to see her so healthy.

I hope she stays that way, mon ami.

Love,
Violet

Dear Mama,

I'm sure by now Father has filled you in on what I've been doing. I've been able to spend some time at The School, honing a few skills. The instructors there are excellent! Truly top-notch. Of course I'm sore and ache in places I didn't believe could ache.

At the moment I am still in Fen. The Thieves' Race begins in a few days. I'm torn, Mama. I'd truly love to enter the race. It would be wonderful to test my newly won skills against those with simiialar skills.

Unfortunately, Sebastien is entering the race and has asked us to lend our support in his endeavor--and split whatever prize money he wins. Yes, I could still enter and perhaps double our chances of winning, but it would split the allegience of the party--and perhaps jeapordize my relationship with Sebastien. He doesn't see me as any competion. To him, I am just a young lass with some vague talent for magic. He underestimates me, I think.

Perhaps that is to my advantage. I'll have to think long about the my decision to enter the race.

Love always,
Violet

My lady,

I'm not sure whether or not you recall me, but several weeks ago you were gracious enough to care for my cat, Bast, while I was in the swamps with my companions, with Wuji serving as our guide.

I seek knowlege of some local information. I know that you are somewhat familiar with some of the goings on in the swamp. Do you recall if any of the lizard chiefs ever wed a human? Did any young woman go missing into the swamps? Is there any local lore that tells of a half-child, part lizard, part human?

I thank you in advance for whatever information you might be able to provide, regardless of how far-fetched it might sound. A letter given over to the mayor will be forwarded to me at the Crack'd Cup Inn in Fenn.

Please take the enclosed coin as gratitude for watching out for Bast while I was in the swamps.

Yours truly
Violet

My dearest Gara,

I write this from the relative security of a guard station. No, I've not been arrested but have, with Sebastien and Gru'near, sought refuge here from Ciros. For the moment I am safe.

All of the day's events are too complicated to tell right now. I've just finished a long letter to my father, describing it all; I can't hold the pen long enough to write it out a second time.

But before sleep claims me, I have something important to tell you:

I think I have found your sister!

Ever yours,

Violet