Dev looked out the window at the city of Westford spreading out below him. Not only had he reported to the Duke here, but the Duke had been waiting for him. The King and Lord Benaldin had received the reports from Dev and the Baron, and both had been incensed.
When Dev reported to the Duke, the man had Dev taken directly to a room with a large milky looking crystal, set in a frame that stood it upright. An elderly man strode into the room, and Dev soon found himself talking first with Lord Benaldin and then with the King, himself!
It was a strange experience, knowing the people he was talking to were located all the way across the kingdom. Right now, though, he was frustrated. After reporting to the Duke, Dev was invited to stay at the castle, and the Duke would not take no for an answer.
Another thing that had him frustrated, was that the officer that had originally investigated the missing animals for the farmers, was on a mission. He would not be back for at least another week.
Dev decided to head down into the city, and look through the markets. He had spent a bit of time in this city, and he wanted to visit some of his old haunts. He wanted to visit parts of the city he had never gotten to, also.
He dressed in his best civilian clothing, and left his room. He did not place a spell on the room, as his saddlebags were already spelled for protection, and everything he deemed valuable was in the saddlebags.
He made his way out of the castle, and picked up his horse in the stables. After saddling and bridling his horse, he mounted, and was off to explore. Soon, Dev was in the middle of the merchant's quarter, and there were all sorts of things being sold here
Dev passed boot makers, tailors, and jewelers. The indoor shops soon gave way to vendors who hawked their wares from wagons, tents, and tabletops. For some reason he was most comfortable with these vendors.
While it was still winter, winter in this, the southwest part of the kingdom, was not as severe or cold. Arnu was the only large city further south, and while they had snow, it was not as much as the northern portion of the kingdom and winters were mild.
Dev was slowly walking his horse through the vendor's and peddler's section, when a voice he remembered spoke to him.
"Why, it's the young Lieutenant. How have you been, young man?" the voice from the old man quavered.
Dev reined his horse in and looked at the man. Here was the very man who had sold him the book by Telgar the mage, down south! Dev dismounted, led his horse to the table and tied the reins to the table leg.
"Well, old one, I have been fine. And yourself?" Dev asked interestedly.
"I have been well. Just traveling and checking on my family," the elderly man wheezed.
"And did you find them well?" Dev asked.
"All are well, except for one of my granddaughters. She died recently from an accident," the old man said with a sigh.
"I'm sorry. No parent should outlive their children, or grandfathers their grandchildren," Dev said, remembering something his mother had once said.
"Thank you. Now then, if you will enter my tent, I have something that might interest you, young sir," the elderly man said in a brisk voice.
Surprised at the firmer sound of his voice, Dev moved to follow the man in. Somehow, he was not surprised when he saw two stones shimmering with heat, warming the tent. The man dropped a flap across the opening and they were alone.
The elderly man seemed to shiver and stretch. He grew a little taller, and filled out a bit. Dev watched, his mouth open in amazement.
"Well met, Devlin Cantor, my grandson," the now changed man said in a firm voice.
"What? How? Who?" Dev sputtered.
"I know. It's a bit much to take in all at once. Sit down, I have a story to tell you, and it might take a while. I am Rufio Telgar," the elderly man told a still shocked Dev.
Dev moved over to one of the little stools and sat on it. The announcement that this man had just made so casually, was astonishing to him.
"It started two hundred and twelve years ago. I was having an argument with the mage council at that time. Also, I was trying to incorporate the elves and the human kingdom into a union by marriage.
"Things fell apart quickly. The Strelia royal princess was raped and killed by Duke Garwon's son, Thandran. I wanted the mages to go after Duke Garwon, but a lot of mages had been bought off, by that very man.
"I soon found myself in a mage war in the very guild halls. I could not stay though. The Elf prince Aoral Strelia had called me, and I had to go in response to his summons. I teleported to his side, and we took down Garwon castle, killing all inside," Rufio Telgar said with a heavy sigh.
" It was the most the most horrific travesty of justice I had ever taken part in; yet I had to partake of it, due to potent oaths sworn by magic. After bringing down castle Garwon, I looked at what was happening in the guild. I felt dirty, and tired. So I just left. A new King was on the throne, a strong one. I knew he would guide Darlonther through the turbulent times ahead.
"I waited, and when the guilds eyes were turned elsewhere, I took my children. I hid them, and hid them well.
"I cast as many spells as I could, to block the guild. I denied most mages and wizards access to the greater spells, and to all the new spells I discovered or created. I have to say, that was my greatest accomplishment, I think... denying the guild those spells. The only other thing I am as proud of, was getting my children away and hiding them.
"I have watched over my children, then my grandchildren, and then my great grandchildren down to your generation. Of all my great, great grandchildren, you are the only one left with that spark of magic. I had a great, great, granddaughter who had it also, but she died in the recent war, as she lived and worked in and for the kingdom of Ralm. She died in the recent battle you are so familiar with," he said sadly.
Dev felt badly for him. But he had many questions too. Such as how did he manage to live so long? If he did watch over his descendants, how did Dev's father die? He asked those and more questions.
"Your fathers death happened while I was down south. All I know is that he was killed protecting his family from supposed rogues. I have an idea that your stepfather had something to do with it, but I just can't be sure at this point.
"Now, as to my age. About two hundred and twenty years ago, I discovered a spell to forestall aging to a great extent. While I do age, it is much more slowly than a normal person would," Rufio said.
"Why tell me all this now?" Dev asked with a bit of concern in his voice.
"Because things are moving to a head. This time, I want to be able to counter the guild. I want to move it back to the direction it should have gone, all those years ago. Also, you are here to try and make contact with the elves, and I can help you with that," Rufio Telgar stated.
"Wait. How did you know I was investigating elves?" Dev asked bewildered.
Rufio Telgar went to a box, and brought out a small milky crystal. Dev saw the similarity to the large one in the Duke Foxmire's castle.
"I simply listen in on any of the conversations that go on via the crystals," Dev's great, great grandfather told him.
"Say, just how many great greats are you to me, anyway?" Dev asked curiously.
Rufio Telgar laughed.
"To many for me to count. Suffice it to say that on some days, I feel every one of those 'greats' in my bones. What I want to do is this. I want to come work for you as your manservant or even bodyguard. I have learned both jobs pretty well over the years," Rufio Telgar informed an astonished Dev.
"I don't know what to say. What about my step father killing my real father?" Dev asked, almost thrown off by all the information he had been receiving.
"Your father was in my direct line, as are you. You have a couple relatives left, but none have the ability to work magic as you do. The reason I believe your stepfather killed your father is because your stepfather is closely involved with a group of smugglers.
"Right now, your farm is being used as a staging area to store and transfer stolen goods. It is just as well you left when you did, because they were planning an 'accident' for you. I was sorry to hear your mother died, but hers was a real death, not staged.
They talked for a little while longer. For example, Rufio knew how to speak Elvish. He could start teaching Dev the language, and could teach him quickly, through a method of magic he knew of.
"I also know this area and the area out to the west, and then into the Elvin lands, as well. A man can learn a lot in two hundred and forty years of life," Rufio told Dev.
Dev was still trying to recover from the fact that this man was a relative of his and probably the most powerful mage in the land.
"Dev, I was listening as the King told you about his confrontation with the mage's guild. The guild has long diverted from the direction I had been taking it, thanks to that damned Duke Garwon.
"His fining the guild five hundred gold for their attempt on you is a small amount compared to the wealth the guild controls. I am sure the King has no idea of their real worth, monetarily.
"After this mission is concluded, I am going back with you, to take down the guild. I could use a good man at my back. Only my heirs had the ability to read my spells and you are doing well with the primer I gave you," Rufio said, looking at Dev intently.
"About that book. It keeps changing, did you know that?" Dev asked.
"Of course it changes. As you grow in strength and ability, more and more spells become available to you. That is the way I designed it to be," Rufio stated absently.
Dev was in awe at this and at the man before him. To be related to this man, however distantly, was an honor. He felt pride at that within himself.
"Ok, how about this? I could say I knew you from when I was stationed here, before. That you know the area, are a seasoned tracker, and a very good trapper, and that I hired you," Dev tried out a solution.
Rufio thought about it a moment.
"Not bad. I would rather be your servant though. That would give me an excuse to stay close to you. Still, being a trapper who knows the area might not be a bad guise to wear. I do know the area, and I have even done trapping a few times in my life," Rufio said modestly.
Rufio and Dev agreed on a time and place to meet tomorrow, when Dev would 'officially' hire his great, great, 'great', as a trapper who knew the area. Dev was not sure if Rufio should use the name he said he would use.
"Oh, do be reasonable. As far as anyone knows, Rufio Telgar is dead, and has been for a couple hundred years at least. I will be Rufio Traggar, trapper, woodsman, and acquaintance," Rufio told Dev.
They agreed to meet at the Griffin Inn the next day, and that is where Dev would run into this 'old acquaintance', and hire him to guide him westward. Dev returned to the palace with a feeling of having accomplished a lot, and also having had a lot of questions cleared up. Still, he had even more questions, now! He was sure he was going to drive Rufio crazy with his questions in the near future.
Dev invited the Duke to a lunch at the Griffin as a way of saying thanks for all his help thus far. The Duke was agreeable, and together they took the Duke's coach to the inn. Of course this meant that a small troop of guards on horses went before the coach and after it.
Dev and the Duke entered the inn and the innkeeper himself came out and fawned over the Duke. Dev watched this with interest and not a bit of pity for the man. Dev had gotten used to nobility at the palace. They were just men, after all.
They had only been sitting for a short while when a familiar voice sounded close to Dev.
"Dev? Devlin Cantor? Is that you, lad?" Dev heard from the right side of himself.
He turned and looked at who spoke, knowing in advance who it would be. Still, he was shocked at the difference from yesterday to today. This Rufio was almost as tall as Dev, had wide shoulders, brown hair going to gray, and piercing blue eyes. He was not dressed in the height of fashion, but still was in acceptable clothing.
"Rufio? Rufio Traggar? What in all the gods' names are you doing here?" Dev asked, pretending to be astonished. He didn't have to pretend much, at that.
Edited by TeNderLoin
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