Exiles From The Sacred Land (Book 2)

Exiles From The Sacred Land (Book 2) by Mark Tyson Read Free Book Online

Book: Exiles From The Sacred Land (Book 2) by Mark Tyson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Mark Tyson
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handed over musty old books and vague instructions for the first couple of seasons before instructing. They kept a hands-off approach.”
    Dorenn reached into the pack he had slung over the rear of his horse and pulled out a dusty tome.
    “Oh, I see.” Melias gave Dorenn a sly grin.
    The people of Tyre did not seem overtly friendly as the small party entered the village. People scurried inside their dwellings and slammed shutters closed at the sight of them coming up the cobblestone street. Morgoran was able to talk his way into the bakery and then subsequently into the butcher’s shop. Dorenn noticed that he never saw Morgoran paying for any provisions, and the shopkeepers were falling over themselves to please him. Dorenn wondered if he threatened to use essence on them, but that didn’t seem to be the case or he would see fear in their eyes. They had none. Instead, they seemed elated and helpful, a sharp contrast to the behavior of the townspeople. The butcher kept bowing and taking Morgoran’s hand in adulation.
    “I think I’m going to be sick,” Dorenn whispered to Vesperin. “Look at how they are treating him.”
    “What is it between you two?” Vesperin asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Ever since he took over teaching you, you have been at odds.”
    “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Dorenn lied.
    “It is obvious to me that Morgoran is a highly respected man. If I were you, I would find out why and go from there.”
    Dorenn watched Morgoran trying to insist to pay for the dried meat he was buying and the butcher adamantly refusing to take his money. The butcher believed in him, respected him. “Maybe I should try a little harder.”
    “It probably wouldn’t hurt,” Vesperin replied.
    They left Tyre almost as quickly as they had entered it. Morgoran quickened the rate of travel to a near unbearable pace. Dorenn collapsed onto a dry, rocky area behind a boulder outcropping surrounded by barren winter trees, untouched by snow, when Morgoran announced they were close enough to Mount Urieus to make camp. They had traveled until it was completely dark, and as the darkness fell, so did the temperature, but Morgoran refused to allow a fire. They wrapped themselves in heavy furs to keep warm. To Dorenn’s surprise, Tatrice came to him and snuggled in close for extra warmth. He welcomed her by wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.
    “Tat, does this mean—”
    “Don’t talk to me. I am just not going to freeze out here. It doesn’t mean I want to hear you speak or that I want to discuss what happened on the trail with you or that I am not mad at you.”
    “But I changed my—”
    “Just go to sleep, Dorenn, before I go snuggle with Vesperin.”
    Dorenn chuckled. “Vesperin would probably die from the shock.”
    Tatrice let out a stifled giggle but recovered it. “Go to sleep, Dorenn.”

    Morgoran lit his pipe with a flick of his finger and motioned for Bren and Melias to move to the side of the outcropping, away from where Dorenn slept.
    Dorenn heard his name in conversation, so he pretended to be asleep as he strained to listen.
    “How fast can we get to the sanctuary, Bren?” Morgoran asked.
    “If we keep up a good pace, by nightfall next eve.”
    “It could be too late by then. In case you haven’t noticed, Dorenn’s condition is getting worse. He is becoming more aggressive. Soon he will be impossible to control. We need to get him to Draegodor, to the clerics.”
    Bren pointed to the peaks ahead. “The distance to Draegodor is not far, but climbing Mount Urieus . . .”
    “What about Vesperin?” Melias interjected. “Can’t he cure him?”
    “Nay. Vesperin is a powerful cleric, but I’m sure he hasn’t been taught how to handle something like this in Symboria. He is a cleric of Loracia. We need a cleric of old. A cleric of Fawlsbane Vex.”
    “I am not sure my brother clerics can heal what ails him either.”
    Morgoran seemed irritated, as if the monk had suddenly

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