The Ring of Winter by James Lowder Read Free Book Online

they?”
    “Oh, I knew one of them quite well, though he had no way of knowing me.” He closed his eyes. “I can still see him, charging toward me with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other. Artus, it was Lord Rayburton. He’s alive somehow, living in Chult. That statue in the club is an amazing likeness.”
    “What!” Artus yelped. Now he was certain Theron had imagined it all. Rayburton must have died over a thousand years ago. “It can’t be. In your panic your mind must have played a trick on you.”
    A crafty grin crossed Theron’s face. “I’ll admit I suspected that, too, but the old boy left me some hard evidence.” Stiffly he reached under the daybed and retrieved a crumpled, weatherstained scrap of parchment. “This is the map they gave me. You’ve read Rayburton’s original journals more often than anyone else in the society. Look at the handwriting.”
    Artus gasped. It really did look just like Rayburton’s unique scrawl—the odd, seemingly random dots over some letters, the missing punctuation. “Have you checked this with the original?”
    “I had Kwee take the map to the society’s library and compare it to his journals. It’s his writing. There’s no question in my mind.” Theron watched Artus carefully. “Put the two together: Rayburton is still alive, after more than a thousand years. He appears just as it begins to snow in the jungle… .”
    Artus’s silence was all the agreement Theron needed to hear. They both knew the legendary powers of the ring; that would explain both the mysterious storm and the length of Rayburton’s life.
    With a trembling hand, Theron gave the map to Artus. “I won’t even try to talk you out of going,” he said, “though you’re a fool to go anywhere near that jungle. I told you about Rayburton and the ring because I knew, some way or another, you’d find out for yourself they were there. There’s only one thing I’ll ask of you… .”
    But Artus wasn’t listening. His mind was already racing ahead with plans for the expedition—supplies he’d need, money to pay for expenses, transportation to Chult. A boat from the Sword Coast would be better this time of year than an overland haul, but even the trip to the coast would take a lot of time. Perhaps there was a way to fly. Hydel knew quite a few mages—
    “Artus, this is very important!” Theron had struggled out from under the blankets. He had Artus by the shoulders and was shaking him as hard as he could. “I want you to contact the Harpers. You’ll need their help in this. The matter’s too big for you alone.”
    “Absolutely not,” Artus said bluntly. “I’ve had nothing to do with the Harpers for five years, and they’ve had nothing to do with me.” He turned up his collar to reveal a small silver pin bearing the harp, moon, and stars symbol of the secret organization. “I wear this because it might come in useful for getting out of a tight spot with some local government friendly to the Harpers. Otherwise it means nothing to me. I’m surprised the local members-in-good-standing haven’t tried to take it away from me by now.”
    Theron sighed raggedly. “They haven’t taken the pin away because they still feel you could be a very useful agent,” he said. “And that’s why I sponsored you as a member in the first place. You shared the group’s idealism once. Now—”
    “Now all I care about is finding the ring,” Artus finished. “I know that’s what you think, but you’re wrong. I want the ring to right all the wrongs: the Harpers only talk about fighting.”
    The young explorer grabbed his cloak and tossed it over his shoulders. “Look, Theron, the Harpers aren’t an option for me any more. And there’s no one at the club beside you and Pontifax I’d trust in a tough spot. You’re too sick to go back, but I’ll ask Pontifax. I’m sure he’ll go.”
    As Artus headed for the door, Theron said, “You’re right. The society’ll be of no help to you