Glen sat up and straightened the covers of his bed before he looked around.  He rather hoped he put everyone to sleep.  No such luck.    Boston had her pillow scrunched up beneath her chin and sat cross-legged on the floor, rapt at attention.  Alice had found a little roll-around tray table and she had her steno pad open and was taking notes.  It figured.  It was much easier to erase certain digital, video and audio information than it was to erase pen on paper.  Hard copy took some real magic to fix. 

            It was not that Glen, that is, the Traveler had anything to hide, but even at this late date, there were some things better not known and for a variety of reasons.  Glen frowned and looked at the rest of the room.  Bobbi was asleep on the spare bed on the men’s side of the partition.  Glen figured this would happen since the poor woman had to be exhausted from the stress if nothing else.  Lockhart was in the next bed, also sleeping.  Glen turned his head.  If Fyodor was not asleep, it was the next best thing.

            “Okay.”  Alice got his attention.  “All caught up.  Go on with the story.”

            “That was the whole story,” Glen said.  “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be working on that treaty?  Should you really be wasting your time on me?”

            “Absolutely.”  Boston spoke for both of them; but this time Alice frowned.

            “There are people working.  I have given instructions on several possible things to look for.  I’m supposed to be sleeping, now, go on.”

            “Go on?”

            “Danna just vanished with a whole troop of Little Ones,” Boston prompted.

            “Okay,” Alice said again.  “Maybe a few questions first, like who is Danna and why did the Little Ones, or whatever you call them, refer to her as goddess?”  Alice looked down at her notes.  “And, I am sorry but I am having a hard time believing all this stuff about fairies and goblins and elves and stuff.”

            “Yet you have no trouble believing that there is a Vordan battle fleet on the dark side of the moon preparing to invade the Earth?”

            “Only because I have seen some evidence of that.  Anyway, I saw Star Wars, but Lord of the Rings?”

            “You know, Peter Barrie said whenever someone stopped believing in fairies, somewhere in the world a fairy drops down dead.”

            “Yeah.”  Boston supported that idea.  “So go on with the story.”

            “Actually, I told Barrie that was not true, but he just said, “Dramatic License.”  Glen shrugged.

            “Stop it.  Would you just stop it.  I have seen the Princess with my own eyes, I’ll grant you, but I haven’t seen any geisha or cowboys or Dannas.”  Alice took a deep breath before she spoke again.  “Alright, start with these Little Ones.  What are they, really?”

            “They are sprites, spiritual beings, and the littlest spirits in the earth; though there are plenty of them.  They are what people all over the world have called nature spirits.  They green the grass, move the clouds, bring the rain and cause the waves that roll across the sea.  They cull the herds, tend the fields and make the roses bloom.  They work in the air, the waters and the fire under the earth where they keep the blood of the earth boiling and turning because the blood is the life; but people are mostly familiar with the sprites of the earth.  Those are the elves, fairies, goblins, dwarfs, pixies, brownies, hobgoblins, imps, and, well, I could go on.”

            Alice shook her head.  “Science understands too much of what you describe for me to believe what you say.  These things are strictly explained by natural forces, nothing more.”

            “Natural forces, yes.  But these are the natural forces that make it all happen.  When there is some anomaly that science cannot explain, it is because one of the little Ones has screwed up.”  Glen smiled, but remained serious.  “In the old days I used to get yelled at for that and often told to fix it.  I got yelled at a lot, sometimes, but anyway, you are just speaking like a modern know-it-all, no offence intended.  A hundred years ago and throughout all of the rest of history, people would have had no trouble understanding what I am talking about.”  He paused for a second to think and Alice politely kept quiet. 

            “Let’s put it this way.  These days, the universe is seen as a big, dead empty.  It is no more than dead matter and mindless energy that acts and reacts according to certain so-called natural laws, like the laws of gravity or motion or E=MC².  But the truth is this: that the whole universe is teeming with life, only we can’t perceive it all in our lowly estate.  Think of it like layers in a cake.  We, and again I mean no offense, but we are like the bottom layer of the cake.  All we can see is cake, and so we assume that everything is just cake.  What we can’t normally see is the chocolate frosting, that holds it all together the other layers of cake, maybe a raspberry filling and the fancy decorations on top, not to mention the glass of milk to go with it.”

            Boston jumped up.  “I got quarters.  I’ll be right back.  Don’t start until I get back,” she said, but Glen yelled after her.

            “Chocolate chip cookies and a Doctor Pepper!”

            “Wait a minute.”  Alice spoke but she was not talking to Boston.  “I see some convoluted sense in what you are saying, but it still sounds like nonsense.  Next thing you will be telling me is there is a Mother Earth or like I should believe in Santa Clause.”

            “No comment on Santa,” Glen said.  “But I have known several Mother Earths.  Gaia was nice; strange but nice.  She liked her Apollo which is probably why she gave him Delphi when she went over to the other side.”

            “The other side?”

            Glen shook off that question and answered plainly.  “When she died.  Of course, she did not really die the way you and I understand it.  She just gave up that little bit of flesh and blood she used to wear, that’s all.  As I said, they are all spiritual beings.  Once upon a time there were the gods, and there were Greater Spirits and Lesser Spirits and finally Little Spirits, some of whom I happen to be responsible for.  There are plenty of Little Spirits that I am not responsible for and primarily because for good or ill they have some relationship with human beings.  I have only had a passing glance with the human race because usually I am a human being myself, and because of that, it would not do for me to have some kind of power over people or whatever.”

            “Like the djin?”

            “Generally, yes.  That djin was somewhere between lesser and little.  It is not a hard and fast line, you know.”

            “So now you are saying there really are gods like Jupiter, Mars and Venus and stuff?”

            “Were.  They all, mostly, went over to the other side some two thousand years ago, or so.  That was when the human race was deemed civilized enough, or maybe mature enough to not need the prodding, the guidance, the testing in the fire, the inspiration of the muses, you know.   Curiously, I was always counted among them as the Kairos, the name they chose for me.  God of History, they said, but I really just watched history happen and tried to deal with things that might push it off track, like alien invasions.”

            “The Vordan?”

            “Yes.  It is funny, you know.  I have no idea what might happen tomorrow or for maybe the next hundred years.  I always said that was because time was in flux.  It was not exactly written yet, and might change if I was not careful.  Yet I can look back on this time period in history and certain things are clear.”

            “Look back?”

            “I remember future lives, too.”

            “Oh yes, I forgot.”

            “Anyway, I can look back and see some things clearly.”

            “The Vordan?”

            “They are not in the record books.  They should not be here.”

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            The djin had worked free of the ropes as Macreedy and Ellean, holding hands, got distracted with each other and forgot all about holding up their magic around the djin.  Glen shook his head.  It was inevitable, he thought, and he left that place one more time to let a woman from the deep, deep past take his place, that curious armor, like the fairy weave, adjusted automatically to this new shape and size. 

            The woman frowned at the elves who felt terribly ashamed.  She continued that frown as she looked around.  The dwarfs all doffed their hats and fell to their knees beside elves and Ignatius found a few fearful tears as he joined them.  Even Prickles did not hesitate to go to his knees and Sandra wondered what was going on.  When Sandra turned her head, she saw her own mother on her knees, and a big Pumpkin beside her with her head lowered to the dirt.  Sandra felt it, too, but wondered what it was all about.  This woman was beautiful, more beautiful than any human being had the right to be, being tall and deeply tanned, with hair as black as midnight and eyes as bright and blue as the brightest mid-day sky, and to be sure, the effect of all that beauty was inhuman so when the woman smiled at her, Sandra almost fainted for love, but then Sandra had seen so many inhuman things in the last two days, this was just the icing on the cake.

             “Who are you?”  Sandra asked, and she revised her thinking.  This woman was both the icing and the cake and all of the rest just added together to make the cake plate.

            “Danna.”  The woman said in a voice that matched her looks, and Sandra trembled as the woman reached out and took her hand, but it was a trembling, awesome fear that gripped her, like one might feel in the presence of an angel.

            “Are you an angel?”  Sandra had to ask.

            “Heavens, no.”  The woman answered with the slightest hint of a laugh in her voice that was so contagious even in passing, any number of those on their knees had to suppress their own laughter.  “But, dearest Sandra.”  Danna looked a sad as she drew the woman up to walk beside her.  “You and Glen cannot be.  He is responsible for all of these Little Ones as you have seen, and as long as you have fairy blood in you, he cannot be with you in that way.  I am so sorry.”

            “No?”  Sandra looked sad enough to drop a tear at that thought.  “But I was thinking…”  She did not finish the sentence.

            “No, love, and I feel just as sad for him as for you.  He loves you more than you know, but in a small way he cannot help it because of your blood.  Even I cannot say exactly what is real and what is because of your blood, though I will say this much, that much of it was real in the way a man really loves a woman.”  With that, Sandra did drop her eyes and cry while Danna finished speaking.  “If you were the tenth generation, that would not be a problem.  Even in the ninth generation, something might be worked out, but sooner than that it is impossible.  The duty of being god of the elves, light and dark, and all the dwarfs that live in-between makes it impossible.  I am sorry.”

            “God?”  Sandra looked up.

            “Never over people.”  Danna smiled again and with her eyes on that beatific sight, Sandra felt better – she felt warm and loved in a way she never imagined before, and it was a revelation.  “Meanwhile.”  Danna turned stern and looked at the three goblin statues that were just outside a strange and fuzzy looking bit of air.  Sandra thought it looked a bit like the haze that rose from hot pavement on a summer day, but as Danna reached out and touched that place, the view of the cave and its goblin inhabitants became crystal clear.  Sandra clutched at Danna’s arm, but Danna just kept smiling.  The goblins were doffing their hats with abandon and Cormac, who was at the rear because he could look over the other heads, thought briefly about turning and running for his life. 

            “Goblins go home.”  Danna said, and as she touched each of the statues, they came back to life and doffed their hats as well as they backed into the dark and began to back down the tunnel.  “And Cormac, no more people.”  Danna raised her voice a little.  “I mean it.”  With that she turned Sandra back toward the others.  “Dwarfs go home.”  She said right away.  “And thank you for all your help.”

            The dwarfs smiled at the idea of being thanked.  They raised their hats and said things like, “You’re welcome, don’t mention it, glad to do it, and think nothing of it.”

            “I guess I’ll be off, too, then.”  Ignatius said and he started to walk away, until he found his feet stilled like his soles had been glued to the ground.

            “Stay, hobgoblin, and you too, Prickles.  I will be taking you with me.”  Danna said, and she turned Sandra toward the other women.  “Mona.”  Danna said, calling Sandra’s mother by name.  “You must take Sandra and Melissa home.  After a time the memory of all this will fade for you.  I am sorry, but even with your blood, some things are better not known.”

            “No, please.”  Sandra started to say, but Pumpkin interrupted.

            “But Great Lady.  I have only just found them, and I have been away for such a long time.”

            Danna looked down on the Little One, though the fairy was currently in her big form, and there was a moment of silence while three faces appeared to be plead and Melissa just appeared to be cute.  “Very well.”  Danna said at last.  “You may visit from time to time, but only briefly.  No more than three days at once.  And no one after Mellissa since she is now beyond the seventh.”

            “Yes Lady.  Thank you Lady.” 

            “Only not today.”  Danna added.  “Today I need you.”  She tapped her shoulder and instantly, Pumpkin got little and flew to Danna’s shoulder where she sat and took hold of Danna’s hair.  And with that, Danna let go of Sandra’s arm and returned the young woman to her mother and daughter.  She caused the stroller to come up and be straightened and fixed in every way needed, and all with the merest thought. 

            “And now.”  Danna turned toward the ropes, and they vanished while she raised her head and raised her voice.  “Djin.”  She said only the word, and the djin, wherever it may have gone in the world, or any other world, vanished from that place and with a slight sound of thunder and a flash of light, she appeared in the place where the ropes had been and she looked very, very afraid.  It was not like calling the Hobgoblin to appear because that was natural and easy enough for even non-magical Glen to do.  This was an exercise of power, incalculable power to be sure.

            “Goddess.”  The djin fell to her knees and began to sob great tears.  She was used to tormenting and torturing humans.  She survived off the fear and pain they felt, but though she could dish it out, it was clear she could not take it.

            “Why are you here?”  Danna asked and she continued without waiting for an answer.  “You should have gone over to the other side with your brothers and sisters of the djin.”

            “Many have gone, but some have not.  I am not alone.  O please, goddess, I do not want to die.”  The option of not speaking or giving a less than truthful answer was not available.

            “And if the man had lived and I had not intervened?”

             The djin drooled.  “After he finished having his way with these mortals, I would have had his soul, and it would have been… delicious.”

            “And why should I not send you over to the other side?”  Danna asked.

            The djin shook her head and looked down.  “No, please, please.  I cannot help being what I am.  But I could serve you, I could.”

            “I should trust you?”

            The djin looked up with a speck of hope.  “Goddess.  I keep my bargains.  I do.  Many don’t, even among your little people, but I keep my bargains.  I made a bargain with that mortal fool, and I kept it, to the letter, I did.”

            Danna frowned again.  “Not to the letter,” she said.  “But point taken.”  She stooped down and picked up a rock the size of her hand.  “You will be bound.”

            “Goddess, no.  Not to a rock.  Not one rock among millions, I may be lost forever, please.”

            “That is a risk you would do well to remember,” Danna said.  “And here are your instructions.  You must guard the gate.  You may not so much as touch the others who guard the place, nor interfere with them in any way.  You may not interfere with those who are welcomed or invited, but those who do not belong, you may frighten to your heart’s content, keeping in mind that humans must never know that this is the work of a djin.”  With that, Danna raised her hand and the djin cried out as she became compressed, like a mere image of a person being turned into something like smoke, and she was sucked into the stone which glowed for a second before the light went out and it became one stone among millions. 

            Danna sent her armor and weapons to wherever they were kept and clothed herself in fairy weave which she shaped into something like a Laura Ashley dress, though with white socks and running shoes on her feet which was all the rage in those days.

            “And how do I look?”  Danna asked the others as she slipped the rock into the soft, oversized purse that hung at her side.

            “Stunning.”  “Beautiful.”  “Gorgeous.”  The others said, but Sandra had another thought.

            “Still too lovely to be human,” she said.  Danna nodded.  She could not help it.  She was a true goddess of old, but she could always make a glamour to tone it down a bit if needed. 

            With a simple wave of her hand, the old man’s body disappeared.  She sent the body back to China where there would be some local consternation over exactly what happened, but the man would be buried with his family.  Then she turned again to Sandra and her family with this last word.

            “It was many years ago that Glen was touched by the goddess of memory.  He did not know anything about the Little Ones when you met him as I think you know.  He knew neither the Little Ones, nor his place among them, and he did not know that he had lived before, and so many times before. 

            “Now, Sandra, there is something else I have to do, and it is long overdue, but first I must tell you.  If your memory of all this fades apart from your memory of Pumpkin, his will likely vanish altogether.  I must ask you.  Please do not speak of these events if you see him again, and please do not speak of me at all.” 

            With that, Danna, Ignatius, Macreedy, Ellean, Prickles, Pumpkin and the stone of the djin all vanished, and two women and a baby in a stroller were all that were left in that place, like any ordinary mother, daughter and granddaughter out in the University woods taking a late afternoon stroll.

            “And here she is.”  It was a woman’s voice and a chilling voice that Sandra heard before she saw.  “I am a bit surprised she made it, but I see she brought a couple of friends with her.”  The woman was an old woman that might best be described as a hag if that hag was struck in the face with a bucket of ugly.  She waved her hand and Macreedy and Ellean lost their glamour of invisibility, but they did not lose the arrows that were strung in their bows and ready.  The man beside the djin took a step back on seeing real, live elves in his face.

            “Wait a minute.”  Sandra was looking around.  “This is the University woods, not very far from where Mother and Mellissa disappeared.”

            “Very good.”  The hag said.  “And it is only a couple of hours since you left.”

            “But we were gone for two days.”  Sandra protested.

            “And a whole night.”  The djin nodded and cackled which solidified Sandra’s impression of the djin’s hag-like appearance.  “Sadly, the tree people came out in force so nothing untoward could happen in the night.”  She looked disappointed that nothing came out of the dark to tear Sandra and Glen to shreds.

            “Old woman.  You swore you would gather the whole family.  How dare you try and send this one to Hell before I had the opportunity to do it myself.”  The man beside the djin, an Asian, Chinese looking man with perhaps a taint of European blood raise his hand as if to slap the hag.

            “But I did exactly as you asked.”  The hag stayed his hand with the words.  “They are all here as promised.  All of the living in the family line are here.  The fee was the first, and this is the last of them all but for her baby; but if she died on the way.”  The hag shrugged.  “I did not promise she might not die on the way.”  She cackled again as if she was enjoying the idea of Sandra’s death too much.  Sandra would have stepped back in horror at that attitude, but in truth, she hardly heard the exchange as she spied her mother holding the baby, and she ran to them.

            “Melissa, Mother!  You’re alright, O thank God.”  She caught Melissa up in her arms and squeezed and hugged and kissed the two year old with her lips and her tears, while Sandra’s mother hugged her daughter and cried on her daughter’s shoulder.  Macreedy stayed where he was.  He kept his arrow aimed at the djin and the man and never wavered, but Ellean ran with Sandra, and she was the one who found one more person.

            “Miss Fairy, are you well?”  Ellean asked, and Sandra stopped crying and hugging long enough to gasp.  A real, live fairy, no more than seven inches tall, was in a small cage, hanging on a tree branch.  The fairy shook her head, sadly, and then reached out for Sandra, of all things.

            “Pumpkin.”  Melissa said, pointing to the fairy, and the two-year-old smiled.  She was too young to realize the danger she was in or the danger she had just gone through.

            “Sandra.”  Sandra’s mother made her daughter pause so the older woman could tell her daughter something first.  “Sandra.”  She repeated.  “This is your great-great grandmother, Mrs. Pumpkin.”

            Sandra went up to the cage with the wonder written clearly on her face while Ellean was apologizing for some mistake.  “Pardon, Mrs.,” the elf maid said.  “You look very young and I am not very old.”

            Pumpkin merely glanced at the elf as if to say no offense was taken, but then Sandra put her finger up to the cage as she might have held her finger out for a parakeet.  Pumpkin reached out between the bars, touched that finger and attempted to smile.  It looked difficult.  It looked like the poor fairy had been tortured, and all at once, Sandra got terribly angry.  She spun around, handed Mellissa back to her mother and tromped to within a yard of the man and the old woman.

            “How dare you!”  She yelled.  “Who do you think you are?  You have no right holding us.  Kidnapping is a crime.  You let my family go, and I mean it.  Let us go, now!”

            The man laughed and the djin grinned and with a wave of her hand, the bows and arrows that Macreedy and Ellean were holding were ripped from their hands and came to the old woman’s feet.  “You have no power here.”  The hag said through her cackle.

            Sandra took a step back and her expression turned from one of anger to one of incomprehension.  “But why?’  She asked.

            “Family honor.”  The man stepped up.  “To finally cleanse the stain between your family and mine.”  Sandra looked at the man with questions dancing in her head, but she kept quiet as the man spoke. 

            “One hundred and thirty years ago, my poor family came to California in search of prosperity.  As a young girl, my many-times mother married a man of European decent over the objections of the family.  But this was a new world, full of hope, and they had great hopes, and had a son, my sire.  Then men found gold along the rivers and the madness began.  One man, a man named Marshal Casidy tried to maintain order in the chaos, but he brought with him the creatures of whispers and legend.  One of these was the winged goblin now held prisoner to account for her crimes.  She stole the heart of that European man and together, they ran off and had a daughter.  The stain of that betrayal has never left my family name. 

            Our gold was stolen, our hope was gone, and my great father brought his family back across the sea to the place of his birth in disgrace, and the strange looking son who had no father could find comfort only in the arms of prostitutes.  My great-grandfather should have been a rich man, living in a California mansion, but he was born in a brothel.  My grandfather was born in a ditch and died of alcohol poisoning before he was fifty.  My father learned to steal and I was nourished on stolen bread. 

            When the Japanese invaded my country, I became a traitor to my own people, and I became rich betraying my neighbors for a price.  I made peace with the invaders, and with the money I obtained, I began to deal in drugs and built my own little army of thieves and murderers; but I always knew the shame of what I had done.  The soul of my family has never known peace since that first betrayal that destroyed our hope, and I vowed revenge.”  The man was angry, spitting.  He could not finish his speech, so another had to prompt him.

            “And what did you promise to this hag for capturing the fairy and gathering the survivors of her family?”  It was Glen, and he had come into the light, and Ignatius, the hobgoblin had come with him.

The Anazi Empire had been a centralized, information hoarding empire that proved in the end to be an easy kill.  When their own androids revolted, it was only a matter of time before they shut down the central command, and with that shutdown, the empire ceased.  It did not slow down, decay or collapse, it just ceased to function altogether in one moment. 

Anazi all through the star systems were hunted and slaughtered, but then people were uncertain as to what to do next.  Some peoples had been under Anazi rule for 500, 800, even 1,000 years.  Freedom was fine, but our corner of the galaxy was suffering from a great power vacuum.  There is some debate in the histories as to whether the “Humanoid” (Hungdin) people took advantage of the situation or had leadership thrust upon them.  I suppose it depends on which side of the aisle you sit on; but however it may be, they quickly moved to the front of the line and soon enough became the head of the line.

One reason may be the fact that they saw that the real danger to the civilization was not the utterly defeated Anazi, but the androids.  They spent some three hundred years tracking down and killing every android they could find so that by the end of that time, roughly when the Chaldeans were taking over in Babylon and preparing to throw off the Assyrian yoke, the Humanoids found themselves in control of much of the old Anazi star systems. 

The Humanoid empire was much more decentralized than any that came before.  These were classic medieval types with Lords and servants, many levels of overlaying loyalties between various houses, and sometimes inclined to give the central authority and the emperor lip service while they did as they pleased.  All other people were or became like serfs to dig in the earth for all the riches and pay their tithe and tax to the Lord of the manor (or as the case may be, the Lord of the planet).

One way the Humanoids maintained control over the various people was by their servants which in our world came to be called the wolves, as in “big, bad wolves.”  They were found in a world on the edge of known space and bred for their violent tendencies, like one might breed a pit bull.  They were vicious, always hungry and seemed capable of eating anything (or anyone).  They were not bred for intelligence, however, and that became important later on…

Like the Anazi before them, the Humanoids made an aborted attempt on earth.  Too much infighting among the houses involved is the only thing that saved us.  The wolves were withdrawn and the houses bickered themselves into the future without us.  (Whew)!  But in the end, like the Anazi before them, the servants revolted and dragged the Humanoid Empire to the dust.  Curiously, at that same time there was something of an Anazi revival, but it, too was crushed by the wolf.

The Age of the Wolf

The Wolf rebellion did not last a hundred years, arching over the time when the Ch’in declared himself the First Emperor in China and the people of Carthage and Rome were going at it in the Punic Wars; but then the fallout of the Age of the Wolf continued for another three to four hundred years beyond that. 

Using a technology they did not fully understand and could only minimally repair, great “packs” of wolves descended on planet after planet, ravenous creatures that were almost more beast than intelligent people.  They destroyed whatever civilization the locals were able to build, and moved on.

Once again, even as a darkness fell over Western Europe, (when Arthur was King and the last Anazi Android on record crashed in Wales), so a darkness fell over the space ways.  But in the interstellar worlds there was no Arthur to hold back the darkness of the wolf.  And space just about emptied.  Even the Agdaline had long since completed their journey home.

            “Stop!  Everyone stop and wait!  That’s an order!”  Glen decided to trust the voices and spoke as they suggested.  “There will be no fighting today,” he insisted.  Cormac and Prickles looked disappointed.  The dwarves and goblins and certainly Macreedy, Ellean and Ignatius looked relieved.  Sandra looked curious.  She wondered how Glen’s just saying so could carry so much weight, though in a way she felt it too, and that made her even more curious.

            “But…”

            “Quiet!”  Glen was on a roll.  “Goblins go home, and Gricklethorn, just maybe I won’t tell your wife where you are.”  Several of the dark elves snickered and nudged the goblin chief, but the chief dropped his jaw.  Macreedy smiled.  Ellean appeared to be in shock.  Breggus pulled off his hat and signaled the others to do the same.

            “If you don’t mind, we’ll mosey on as well, if you don’t mind.”  Breggus spoke in his most mollifying voice.

            “I mind.  You need to guide us in the way the djin and the baby went, and all of you dwarfs need to help.  You especially, Gumblittle.  We need your nose.”

            “Enough of this,” Cormac yelled.  He was a wild one, and he reached for Glen with one big hand, but Glen surprised the troll this time with some speed of his own.  He slapped the troll’s hand, hard, and the troll snatched his hand back to his side amazed that he felt it, and he felt the sting of that slap like a small child might feel the sting of a bee, no less.  Indeed, it was much like a terribly disobedient child having his hand slapped by a parent.

            “Cormac!”  Glen yelled, letting out a little of his own anger which was unusual enough, him being such a type-B, laid back personality, but in this case it was enough to make all of the Little Ones in the cavern take several steps back, and Sandra felt it, too.  “You will stop eating people.  From now on people are off your list.”  And Glen turned toward the ogre.  “And that goes for you, too.”  He turned back to Cormac who was feeling something he never felt before.  It was fear.  “You can have your fingers back.”  Glen said, as if he was giving permission for them to be healed.  “But if you don’t keep them off people, I swear you will lose them all.  Do I make myself clear?”  Cormac cowered a little.  “Is that clear!”

           “Yes, Lord.”  Cormac said, and he looked away and had trouble deciding which hand hurt more, though he ended up putting the bloody fingers back into his mouth to give them another good soak.

            “Prickles.”  Glen turned.

            “Yes, Lord.”  Prickles was ready, almost anxious for instructions.  If he was not so blessedly ugly and horrifying to look at, Glen might have stared the ogre down.  As it was, he first said, “God you’re ugly,” and Prickles held up his head, proudly, like he had just received the greatest compliment imaginable.  Glen continued.  “I suppose you had better come with us.  Down here you will just get into no end of trouble.  But keep a few paces behind us, will you?  You stink so bad the smell of me throwing up might be refreshing.  Down here, that smell is almost unbearable.”  Prickles thought he was still being complimented, but the troll made a sound which Glen knew was his version of a giggle.  Clearly the troll agreed with Glen’s assessment.  Glen turned to see the goblins still there and had another thought, and this was the thing that caused a few gasps, shrieks and a couple of screams from all parts of that room. 

            “Ignatius Patterwig.”  Glen called and pointed to the space in front of him.  “Right here, right now!”  Ignatius appeared out of nowhere and the hobgoblin looked confused for a minute.

            “Hey!  I was half way to the forest path and I even took a couple of unnecessary turns in case I was being followed.”  Ignatius spoke loudly and spun around a couple of times.  “How did I end up back here?”

            “Ignatius.”  Glen spoke without any introduction.  “You will go with us.  You will stay with us until I tell you otherwise.  You will attempt to live up to your father’s legacy, as I remember it.”  He turned and headed for Sandra and the others.  “Hobgobs are the worst middlemen in the world.  Being creatures of both dark and light, even more so than the dwarfs, they delight in playing both sides against the middle for fun and profit.  Sometimes I am almost sorry I created them.  Shall we go?”  He signaled to Breggus.

            “Who are you?”  Sandra asked all at once.  No one answered her, least of all Glen.  He just followed Breggus into the new tunnel where Breggus turned with a word of his own.

            “You should know.  The djin has a fairy prisoner, not just the human woman and the baby.”

            “How did I know that, already?”  Glen said rhetorically, and then he was silent.

            Macreedy and Ellean kept the dwarfs moving while Sandra walked beside Glen when she could.  She pushed the stroller most of the way and carried it when she needed to; but Glen never offered to help or even spoke, so Sandra kept quiet as well.  Ignatius came right behind them and the ogre brought up the rear.  With the silence, Sandra heard the hobgoblin mumble more than once about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

            It was a good hour before Sandra had too many questions to contain herself  “What is a djin?”  She asked, only to see both Glen and the hobgoblin shake their heads.

            “A djin is a powerful and wicked creature. and not one of our Lord’s.  Our Lord cares for us sprites of the earth, and the fire, the air and the water sprites, too, but these djin are of a different order.”  Macreedy spoke over his shoulder.

            “All the sprites?”  Sandra wondered.  “That sounds like an awful lot.  How can you keep track of them all?”  She asked Glen, but he was not answering.

            “Plenty, to be sure.”  Ignatius spoke up.  “But there are far more that are not his than his, and these djin range from little spirits, like us, to lesser spirits and all the way up to greater spirits, and if this one is one of the big, bad greater spirits, you will see some sparks fly, let me tell you.

            “But what is a djin?”  Sandra asked again, and this time Glen said a word.

            “Genie.”   But removing his concentration from what he was thinking about caused him to stumble and it took both Macreedy and the hobgoblin to catch him, to keep him from falling altogether.

            “There is the opening.”  Breggus came back and spoke, though Glen hardly heard him.  “I said Gumblittle could find the place, but it looks kind of fuzzy.”  Glen squinted, expecting fuzzy, but it was clear as day out there as far as he was concerned, and indeed it was day and the outside scene was a simple forest scene.

            “Glen?”  Sandra was gentle, and a little worried judging the appearance on Glen’s face.

            “I’m just remembering too much, too fast,” he explained and tried hard to pull himself together as he spoke.  “Dwarfs, I thank you.  Macreedy and Ellean, you need to come to protect Sandra.  Prickles, stay here!  Ignatius Patterwig, you need to stick with me.”

            “Me?”  The hobgoblin was reluctant to move into the light, but as Glen stumbled forward, Ignatius followed along.  “What do you want from me?”  He asked.

            “You need to keep me safe while I go unconscious,” Glen responded, and he fell face down in the leaves and pine needles.

            “Me?”  Ignatius said again, but he went invisible and hovered over Glen like a mother bird might hover over her nest.

To be sure, when the first interstellar alliance fell apart after hundreds of years of fighting the Balok and then hundreds more fighting the Pendratti, and finally hundreds more fighting among themselves, and the cold-blooded age or Reptilian age in space came to an end, not every people group was bombed back into the stone age.  The “Traders” survived after a fashion and continued to limp forward, middlemen to the stars for some four hundred years before the Anazi put an end to their activities.  Also, some of the lesser peoples survived, but mostly because they were far less advanced technologically than the major players in the wars and thus to some extent they were overlooked.

One group that came to earth, though much smaller, might remind you of that old B-movie: The Crawling Eye.  They were blob-like creatures with an appetite for warm flesh and blood, though not without a heart, as a human might say.  They actually withstood the Anazi and their empire building designs for some time before the Anazi created androids, devoid of flesh and blood, who could fight such creatures without fear.  With these android servants, the Anazi conquered a wide swath in our interstellar back yard.  They even made an aborted attempt to invade earth even while the Hyskos were invading Egypt.  Therein lies a story…

Unfortunately for the Anazi, they built the seeds of their own destruction because in time the androids revolted.  The revolt began when the Israelites were seeking to escape their bondage in Egypt, and it ended with the Anazi defeated when David was King over the nation of Israel.  The Androids, though, had no desire for empire, wishing only to be free.  That left a great vacuum in space because the Anazi empire did not go into decline or even collapse.  It just ceased to exist, and people on planets around stars all across space were suddenly left on their own.  Some had been under the thumb for a thousand years, and many did not know what to do.

Enter the people known as the “Humanoids.”

Note:  The Middle Ages in Space are often called the Days of the Elders because it encompasses that time span, roughly 2500, years when the elder races such as the Gott-Druk (Neanderthal) and Elenar (Cro-Mangon) came to the fore.  In that respect, though by no means all mammals, the elders might all be called humanoid.  True, some would qualify as nightmares, and others would hardly be recognizable as being anything like us, but it seemed that nature settled on the basics: two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet.   And it remained the basic shape for intelligent life for a long time. 

The Days of the Elders began with the Anazi, but it did not end when the androids they created overthrew the Anazi empire and won their freedom.

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Every creative writer must be inventive–even in crafting the most mainstream, realistic story.  The setting must be a world in which the characters can live and breathe and interact.  These posts are inventive, yes, but encouragement to think through your own work and flesh out your world.  Your vision will likely be different, but so it should…

            The glow-balls took up their positions and the company walked for a long way, turning this way and that, but always keeping to what appeared to be a main tunnel.  After a moment of hope, to think this creature might know where her mother and baby were, Sandra was now in despair.  She kept it to herself, but the worry was written all over her, and the spiritual creatures were sensitive to pick up on the feeling.  Ellean kept reaching forward to touch Sandra on the shoulder and she kept speaking soothing words.  That touch would have felt creepy to Sandra a day earlier, but now it helped.

            “How far?”  Glen finally asked.  Ignatius did not answer immediately.  He stooped down first and picked up a seed.  Sandra stifled her shout.  Then the hobgoblin spoke. 

            “Not much further,” he said, and it was not much further before he stepped around a corner and disappeared.  It was another cavern of sorts, but not as big as the other one and with only two ways to go.  Macreedy ran past Glen and into the cavern.  He looked all around as he spun on his heels.

            “I knew we could not trust a hobgoblin,” he said through gritted teeth.  “Especially the bastard son of Coriander Patterwig.”

            “Where did he go?’  Sandra started to ask but changed her mind.  “Where are we?”

            “No idea,” Ellean said, and Macreedy nodded in agreement.

            “Well.”  Glen wanted to be practical.  “There are only two choices.  I say we explore down one carefully and quietly to see where it takes us.”

            “Not a good idea,” Macreedy said.  “Let me remind you.  These are the caves of Cormac.”

            “I remember,” Glen said, and whether by accident or fate, he began down the left hand corridor.  Macreedy dimmed the glow-balls and set them in place where they would just show the way ahead and no more.  They came to a wall, or what they thought was a wall.

            “Wait.”  Sandra was the one who noticed, and it may have been because she was looking down in search of seeds.  They were all whispering, of course, because it did not take much to be heard underground and it would not have been wise to speak loudly in a cave in any case for fear that the roof might collapse.  Here, though, Sandra was a bit sharp with her words.  “Move the lights back.  I want to have a look.”  She knelt and put her eye to the wall and then the others saw that she had found a crack, or maybe a key hole, and there was a dim light on the other side of the door, if it was a door.

            Sandra put her eye to the hole and it took a moment to focus and make sense of what she was seeing, because it looked like a deer, laid out on a table, and it looked like a fire was burning in a fireplace on the other side of the room.  It was a bad angle since the firelight was coming right at her rather than being off to the side, so she only saw the deer and the table as shadows against the light.  She just figured this out and was wondering if anything was going to happen when she saw a large, bony, clawed hand reach out and tear a whole leg off the deer like a man might tear off a hunk of bread from a loaf.  She held her breath as a face came into view, with a long dripping nose and a great tusk that rose up beside the nose.  It was sniffing the air, and it turned toward her.  Despite the fact that she should have only seen a shadow of the head; she saw two great yellow eyes staring back at her.  It was like those eyes were lit by some internal flame and would be seen even in the absolute darkness of the cave.  Sandra screamed.  She could not help it, and without hesitation, everyone else screamed a single word.  “Run!”

            Glen grabbed Sandra’s hand and dragged her back to the big room where they turned to rush down the second tunnel.  They all wondered how they could possibly get away from a creature that could move faster through the dark than they could possibly move by the light of the glow-balls.

            “Wait.”  Macreedy, who was out front, shouted and held them back.  “It has got out into the passageway.”  He said it, just before they all heard it.  They turned to run back to the big room, but that was no good either.  The goblins had arrived and were blocking the last way out which was the way they had come in.  Sandra screamed, and again she could not help it, and she buried her face in Glen’s chest so she would not have to look at the creatures.

            Ignatius stood out in front of a dozen or more goblins who were armed with a variety of clubs, swords and spears.  When the lumbering beast came up behind the four travelers, it stopped in the doorway, not afraid, but wary of so many intruders in its ante-chamber.  Macreedy and Ellean both had their bows out and ready, and Glen pulled the sword from the sheath on his back.  He found it was not too heavy so he could hold it up but he could only hope he looked like someone who knew what he was doing.  If it came to it, he honestly wondered if he could do anything with it at all.  He could not remember ever having held a sword before and he was afraid he might only cut himself or the cut wrong person by accident and make matters worse.

            “Cormac.”  Ignatius spoke over the group toward the lumbering beast that was blocking the exit.  “I bring you the goblin sacrifice as agreed.  Accept these elves and humans and leave the dark elves in peace for a season.”

            Cormac looked like he was thinking of bargaining, maybe claiming that the sacrifice was not enough, but from the way his lips were beginning to drool, it was hard to believe he was thinking of anything but supper.  Everyone was surprised when Glen spoke up.

            “We had a bargain,” he yelled at the hobgoblin and let his anger have full vent to cover his fear.  “You promised to lead us in the way of the baby.”

            “Well.”  Ignatius smiled at last, revealing his teeth, and it was not a pretty sight.  “I did not exactly promise, but the mother and baby went this way, to be sure.”  As Macreedy was letting the glow-balls slowly rise and brighten, hoping his actions would go unnoticed, but with the intent of bringing the whole cavern into the light, so the hobgoblin pointed to a previously darkened corner of that room.  There was a baby stroller.

            “Melissa!”  Sandra screamed and ran for the stroller.  “What happened?  Where is she?”  She was in a panic.

            “That was your baby?”  Cormac was thinking.

            “Where is she, where is she?!”  Sandra yelled at the troll, suddenly not considering if she was afraid or not.

            Glen stepped toward the troll and raised his weapon.  For a second, he did look like he knew what he was doing.  “Answer her!”  He yelled.

            The troll was neither afraid nor impressed.  He snapped at the blade with his big hand, expecting that the steel would not be strong enough or sharp enough to cut deep through his thick hide.  He snatched his hand back just as quick, nearly having cut his fingers off.

            “Answer her,” Glen said in a more controlled tone of voice.  Actually, he was in shock seeing how fast the creature was and thinking how close he came to being troll kill.

             “I didn’t eat the baby.”  The troll spoke with its fingers in its mouth.  “The woman and her baby were too fast.  They went through the wall with the Djin.  Dirty, nasty creature.” It was not clear if he was insulting the Djin or the humans, but it hardly mattered because Cormac was now angry, and the emotion was so strong, even the goblins took a step back.   Before Cormac could move, however, he was interrupted by a new, booming voice in the distance.

             “I’m coming.”  Prickles the ogre burst into the great hall and pushed aside the goblins like so many bowling pins.  “Don’t you hurt my friend!”  He boomed at the troll, and he looked like he meant business.  Glen backed up and relaxed.  He could not have held up the sword any longer in any case.

            It looked like it was going to be a battle.  The troll was two, if not three feet shorter than the ogre, but it was as broad in the shoulders and as long in the arms, being built more like a gorilla than a man.  Meanwhile, the goblins, having recovered from being dashed aside by the ogre were pressing in on Macreedy and Ellean, despite the arrows pointed in their direction.  Again, though, before anyone could begin, they were interrupted by yet another group of voices.  Glen imagined he heard the troll mutter, “Now what?”

            It was dwarfs, about a dozen, and they came out from a place where no one suspected there was a tunnel.  It was behind a big rock, and Glen guessed it was the way the Djin had gone with Sandra’s mother and Melissa in tow.

            “There they are,” one of the dwarfs shouted.  “Good work, Gumblittle.”

            “Gricklethorn.  We got you now.  We owe you for taking our vein.” A dwarf stepped forward

            “No chance, Breggus.  We won it fair and square.” A big goblin also took a step forward

            “Hey, chief!  It’s Cormac.”  A dwarf pointed, and the dwarfs paused and began to back up until Breggus put his hand up and pointed at something else. 

            “There’s tree elves down here, and it looks like human beanings.”

            “Beings.” 

            “Yeah, them folk what lives in the other place.  What are they doing here?”  The dwarfs all paused and at least one scratched his head.

            “Good dwarfs.”  Macreedy seized the opening.  “We are on a quest as of old.  In the name of the treaty of lasting peace I call upon your help against these dark ones.”

            “Watch it.”  Gricklethorn took the dark ones comment as an insult and his people began to draw out their weapons while Ignatius tried to fade into the background.  On seeing this, the dwarfs drew their weapons as well.

            “Time to fight!”  Cormac slammed his good hand into the floor of the cavern and busted the rock by his feet. 

            Prickles shook himself free from all that he was seeing, and partly comprehending, and turned to face the troll.  “I’m ready.”  Ogres were not slow in the fight department.

            Sandra did not know what to do or who to trust, but she found her feet backing away from the goblins and sticking close to Ellean, taking the stroller with her.  Glen, alone was in the middle of it all, and pleased that he had managed to put his sword away without cutting himself.  It came to him that he really had no talent in that direction, but there was one thing he did have, and that was the words thanks to the voices in his head.

When the human race was still working in stone and bone, before the Neolithic came fully to a close, the skies between the stars were already being traversed, sparsely, only here and there, but by the first intelligent beings from a few of the seed worlds or from the worlds to which those “people” had been moved.  (I am using the term “people” most loosely, but it became universal convention around 2500 AD to describe all forms of intelligent life rather than the pejorative “species”).

I mentioned the Agdaline in an earlier post, a race of blithering geniuses who looked like refugees from Easter Island.  They came to earth in those early days to trade with the Gott-Druk (Neanderthal) and Elenar (Cro Mangon), traveling in their sub-light sleepers, as they were called.  They were one of the first to go beyond the boundaries of their own solar system and actually travel among the stars.  Of course, they were hardly able to enjoy the journey in part because the enjoyment section of their brain was very small.  They were a serious people with a tendency to paranoia.  But mostly it was because during the slow, plodding journey between the stars, they were “asleep” in cryogenic-like suspension chambers.  At slower than the speed of light, the journey between the stars could take years.

When the Agdaline accidentally destroyed their home world and sent that moon hurtling toward Earth, they were forced to share their barely better than rocket science with the Gott-Druk and the Elenar who were promptly evacuated from the earth and lead to new worlds where they could build and start again.  The Agdaline, however, were not helped (by the powers in the earth).  They had to send out the fleets in search of a new home, a task in those old sleepers that might take several thousand years. 

Of those three, the Gott-Druk were in fact the first to return, around 4150 BC.  On seeing that the flood waters had receded and the earth was renewed, they became determined to reestablish their rule over the lands they once claimed.  Fortunately for us, the Elenar never really trusted their “cousins” and let me just say the confrontation that took place between them was volcanic.

The first Agdaline ships returned to the earth about a hundred years later.  There were, in fact, two fleets that met, and one had found a world which they believed would make a perfect new home world for the race.  Unfortunately, the other fleet returned one ship short, having encountered another advanced species, and not a friendly one.  For the moment, though, the potential threat from the sky was less of a problem than how to leave a sign for other Agdaline who might return to the earth at any point in the next several thousand years.  Those returnees needed some way to find that perfect new home world, and the Agdaline were not allowed to establish a colony on earth and wait.  A compromise solution was found, but that is a story unto itself.  Perhaps, though, they should have been more concerned about the skies.

The next Agdaline return, some 90 years later, brought the Agdaline and hot on their tail, the Balok, a snake-like species that had a great talent for genocide.  The Balok felt they should be the only intelligent species in the universe, and they became very good at war and eventually at wiping whole planets clean.  That was a very dangerous time for us homo sapiens with our sticks and stones, sinew and bones.  Again we were fortunate, or perhaps the powers intervened, but the Balok never found their way to earth again.  What did come to earth were representatives of the three primary species that stood up against the Balok for nearly a thousand years.  The first was a cold-blooded people who from all outward appearances might otherwise pass for human.  Legend knows them as the Bluebloods.  Then came the Sevarese, a word which means “angry people” and they were.  Last came the Pendratti, another reptilian species that had a great drive to control and organize their environment.  The term “retentive” hardly does justice to the Pendratti mindset.

First, to their credit, the Pendratti organized the original interstellar alliance found anywhere in our corner of the galaxy.  And with the Sevarese and Bluebloods, the Pendratti finally eradicated the Balok.  Of course, the myth says there are still some out there, but you know how the conspiracy theorists will talk.

Second, to their discredit, the Pendratti then tried to control the other species in the alliance.  The Bluebloods, who had some experience of the concept of slavery in their own early history, were the first to revolt.  Soon enough, others revolted, and as the alliance fell apart, first there were factions and then it devolved into everyone for themselves.  And in the midst of all this, like gasoline on the fire, a species of merchants known only as the “Traders” fanned the flames that were so good for business.

By the time the Sevarese created the designer disease that wiped out the Pendratti, it was too late.  By then, the Old Kingdom in Egypt was in full swing, the Sumarians were building their own empires, The Hsian were first establishing a dynasty along the Huang Ho and the Minoans were controlling the trade in the Mediterranean.  By then, small groups of survivors from the interstellar wars were scattering across the stars, and for the most part reverting to their own kind of stone age existence.

Space became quiet at last, and relatively empty for a time apart from the Agdaline sleepers which were still slowly wending their way between the stars.

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Every creative writer must be inventive–even in crafting the most mainstream, realistic story.  The setting must be a world in which the characters can live and breathe and interact.  These posts are inventive, yes, but encouragement to think through your own work and flesh out your world.  Your vision will likely be different, but so it should.

            The entrance to the cave was not far.  They did not find any seeds en-route, but they did not expect to see any.  The little pile of seeds just inside the cave, where the morning light struck, and the little trail that ran away from the pile and into the dark could not have been clearer.

            “Just to be certain I have this right, Melissa is two?”

            “Mother?”  Sandra responded, and Glen nodded as he suspected the woman had taken the seeds and she was leaving the trail.

            “Still, a rather sloppy kidnapper not to notice something as obvious as this.”  Glen was skeptical.

            “They may have rested here before entering the cave.”  Macreedy offered an explanation.  Glen was not so sure, but there was nothing to do but go into the dark.

            Macreedy pulled the three glow-balls from his pack – the ones that had been in the tent.  He spoke over them and they became bright, and with a few more words they began to float in the air, one out front, one in the middle, overhead, and one just behind the group.  Sandra was amazed to see real magic, and stepped closer to Glen,  a little afraid.  Pointed ears were one thing, but the outright impossible was quite another.

            “Macreedy is so talented.”  Ellean praised him, and Macreedy looked like he might say, “Tut-tut” at any moment.

            “Y-yes.”  Sandra stuttered around the smile that she pasted on her face.  Glen was less surprised.  He paid attention when Macreedy built up the fire the night before.  He expected some sort of magic, and he examined the glow-balls the night before.  With that light, though, they could move forward. 

            It was certainly a cave, uneven floor, stalactites overhead, and Glen hoped no bats or at least not too many.  As they moved deeper into the dark, finding seeds almost by accident in several cases, it quickly got cold, and they all hugged their cloaks.  Sandra had been given one and had wondered why she might need it in the warm fall air she felt in the forest.  Now she understood.  It got cold underground where neither the sun nor the warm air could penetrate.

            After a time of clambering through and over rocks and around corners, and always going down and deeper in, the floor beneath their feet flattened out and brought them quickly to a large chamber that looked more like the inside of a cathedral than a cave.

            “Not good,” Macreedy said.  He laid his hand against a stalagmite which had the appearance more of a column than a natural occurrence.  “This is a goblin hall,” he said and he pointed to some carvings on the column.

            “Glen.”  Sandra scooted yet closer and laid her hand on his wrist.  She looked into his eyes and hoped for reassurance.

            “Dark elves,” Glen said.  “That is an easier word than goblins.  They stay underground and work great magic in stone and metal.  They are not necessarily the evil goblins of legend.”

            Ellean had her bow out and an arrow ready.  “But they do like to eat the flesh raw,” she said.

            “Big help!”  Glen put his arms around Sandra, and she did not mind that at all.

            “They are not friends to the elves of the light,” Macreedy agreed with Ellean, though he left his weapons where they were and only fingered the knife at his side.

            “I see three ways we can go.”  Glen changed the subject.

            Macreedy shook himself from his own thoughts and raised his arms.  The glow-balls brightened a little, spread out and showed that there were actually five choices.  “The problem is two or three of these ways will lead to the warrens, the goblin homes.”  He added that last for Glen and Sandra.  “Only two or three ways will lead to other places.”

            “And which is which?”  Ellean finished the thought and she, Sandra and Macreedy all looked at Glen.

            “No, no,” Glen said.  He let go of Sandra and stepped back a full step.  “I’m no seer.  If there is magic in the human world, I have less of it than anyone I know.”

            “Someone has to decide,” Sandra said.

            “Or you could all just stay here until you starve.”  An eerie sort of voice spoke out of the dark.  Sandra jumped back into Glen’s arms and Ellean pulled her bow to the ready, though how she knew which direction to point it was a mystery since the cavern not only looked like a cathedral, it echoed like one as well.

            The stranger stepped into the light.  He was a bit shorter than a man or an elf.  Macreedy was actually the tallest person there.  But then this person did not look like a man or an elf.  He had red eyes and almost no ears at all, and little horns on its head; what could be seen of them through the thick black hair.  It also had a forked tongue, like a snake, with which it was presently licking its lips.

            “A goblin,” Sandra said.  She burried her face into Glen’s chest so she would not have to look at it.

            “A hobgoblin.”  Macreedy corrected her.  He was still fingering the hilt of his knife but he left it where it was for the present.

            “Ignatius Patterwig, son of Coriander.”  The hobgoblin bowed, graciously.

            “Coriander Patterwig?”  Macreedy knew something. 

            “The same,” Ignatius said.  “But since my father did not survive the uprising, I have had to find other employment.”

            “Who?”  Sandra asked.

            Ellean answered.  “The self-proclaimed king of the hobgobs.”

            “Hobgoblins are an independent lot.  They don’t take kindly to kings,” Glen explained for Sandra.

            “Very perceptive for one made of blood and mud,” Ignatius said.  “How…”  He had to think of the right word.  “How impossible.”

            “Never mind that,” Sandra interrupted.  “Can you show us the way to go?”

            Ignatius paused and a smile turned up his lips – a smile that was too big to be human, though it never showed any teeth.  That was fine.  Sandra did not want to see the teeth.  “I assume you are following the mother and the baby.”

            “I’m the mother!”  Sandra shouted.  “That was my mother and my baby.”

            “Do you know where they are?”  Ellean asked.  Panic was building up in Sandra’s voice so Ellean verbalized for her.

            Ignatius looked like he was about to say one thing, but as looked again at Glen, he changed his mind.  “I know which way they went,” he said.

            “Show us,” Glen said.

            “And for me?”  The hobgoblin could not resist the bargain.

            “Anything,” Sandra said, but everyone ignored her, and Macreedy interrupted her.

            “Your life.”  Macreedy was blunt.

            “Your life.”  Ellean agreed and she held her bow steady with the arrow aimed right at the hobgoblin.

            “And what does the warrior say?”  The hobgoblin asked.

           “You will have the satisfaction of knowing you have done a good deed,” Glen said, and everyone looked at him like he had a loose screw, except Macreedy who got that suspicious look once more.  “Now, show us.”  Glen put some command in that voice.

            “I will,” the hobgoblin said, but then he paused and wrinkled his brow.  “But only because I am a sucker for a mother’s love.”  He figured a way to justify his agreement.  “This way,” he said, but as he began to walk, he turned his head, and a bit too far as far as Sandra was concerned.  “Anything?”  He asked.

            “Too late,” Glen said.  “The bargain is with me and made.  Walk on.”

            Ignatius grunted.  “I don’t normally argue with weapons,” he admitted.

            “And I am dressed like a true warrior,” Glen said, speaking a half-truth like a true elf.  Ellean was impressed.  Macreedy just smiled a bit and nodded.

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NOTE: To read this story from the beginning or to read any of the stories of the Traveler please click the tab “Traveler Tales” above.  You can read any of the stories independently, or just the Vordan story, or the whole work in order as written.  Your choice.  Enjoy.  –Michael.