A Quest of Heroes by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online Page B

music, lutes and flutes and cymbals, packs of musicians wandering; and wine, huge vats being rolled out; and food, tables being prepared, banquets stretching as far as the eye could see. It was as if he’d arrived in the midst of a vast celebration.
    As dazzling as all this was, Thor felt an urgency to find the Legion. He was already late, and he needed to make himself known.
    He hurried to the first person he saw, an older man who seemed, by his blood-stained frock, to be a butcher, hurrying down the road. Everyone here was in such a hurry.
    “Excuse me, sir,” Thor said, grabbing his arm.
    The man looked down at Thor’s hand disparagingly.
    “What is it, boy?”
    “I’m looking for the King’s Legion. Do you know where they train?”
    “Do I look like a map?” the man hissed, and stormed off.
    Thor was taken aback by his rudeness.
    He hurried to the next person he saw, a woman kneading flower on a long table. There were several women at this table, all working hard, and Thor figured one of them had to know.
    “Excuse me, miss,” he said. “Might you know where the King’s Legion train?”
    They looked at each other and giggled, some of them but a few years older than he.
    The eldest turned and looked at him.
    “You’re looking in the wrong place,” she said. “Here, we are preparing for the festivities.”
    “But I was told they trained in King’s Court,” Thor said, confused.
    The women broke into another chuckle. The eldest put her hands on her hips and shook her head.
    “You act as if this is your first time in King’s Court. Have you no idea how big it is?”
    Thor reddened as the other women laughed, then finally stormed off. He did not like being made fun of.
    He saw before him a dozen roads, twisting and turning every which way through King’s Court. Spaced out in the stone walls were at least a dozen entrances. The size and scope of this place was overwhelming. He had a sinking feeling he could search for days and still not find it.
    An idea struck him: surely, a soldier would know where the others train. He was nervous to approach an actual king’s soldier, but realized he had to.
    He turned and hurried to the wall, to the soldier standing guard at the closest entrance, hoping he would not throw him out. The soldier stood erect, looking straight ahead.
    “I’m looking for the King’s Legion,” Thor said, summoning his bravest voice.
    The soldier continued to stare straight ahead, ignoring him.
    “I said I’m looking for the King’s Legion!” Thor insisted, louder, determined to be recognized.
    After several seconds, the soldier glanced down, sneering.
    “Can you tell me where it is?” Thor pressed.
    “And what business have you with them?”
    “Very important business,” Thor urged, hoping the soldier would not press him.
    The soldier turned back to looking straight ahead, ignoring him again. Thor felt his heart sinking, afraid he would never receive an answer.
    But after what felt like an eternity, he replied: “Take the eastern gate, then head north as far as you can. Take the third gate to the left, then fork right, and fork right again. Pass through the second stone arch, and their ground is beyond the gate. But I tell you you waste your time: they do not entertain visitors.”
    It was all Thor needed to hear. Without missing another beat, he turned and ran across the field, following the directions, repeating them in his head, trying to memorize them. He noticed the sun higher in the sky, and only prayed that when he arrived, it would not already be too late.
    *
    Thor sprinted down the immaculate, shell-lined paths, twisting and turning his way through King’s Court. He tried his best to follow the directions, hoping he was not being led astray. As he reached the far end of the courtyard, he saw all the gates, and chose the third one on the left. He ran through it and then followed the forks, turning down path after path. He ran against traffic, thousands of people