City of Hawks

“Who here is so perfect?” It was Bru, speaking for them all, who asked that. The wizardess opened her mouth to reply, but the big, bearded man pressed on. “The Balance makes no such value Judgments, lady, so by what right do you place your craft-or that of Zarten-above any other? There is no answer, lady, for there is no right. Neither you nor I may sit in judgment of Gord, or of those above us who directed our actions in this regard. We did as we were asked because we accept the guidance of the Enlightened. Shall I now contact them and state your dissent?”

The wizardess’ face grew pale. “No, Master Bru, I think that will be quite u

“And still does-or has even more so!” It was Clyde, finally able to voice his opinion. That one is a man now-and never has a finer practitioner of the art of thievery existed, to my knowledge! As a stripling he outshined most adults. Full grown, Gord must be a match for the masters of the guilds both east and west. Why, In a decade or two his name might be legend amongst all who-”

“Who know of the rankings of speculation and depredation,” the priest filled in. “Yet we aren’t here to discuss Cord’s merits, either-and it needn’t be said that I happen to side with Lady Risteria in regard to deploring thievery, on grounds too self-evident to go into here.”

“Get on with it, man!” Markham was begi

“Of course, of course,” ahemed Zarten. “I suppose I assisted the lad’s course by supplying him with the lightstone, after all… To the point, then. Good lady mage, please intelligence us on young Gord’s whereabouts and likely prospects now. You mentioned that he was part of a band of gypsy folk, as I recall.”

“Quite right,” Lady Risteria said. “When I was notified of this meeting, I took the trouble to scry out the subject, and thereafter I sought advice arcane from certain powers favorably attuned to me.” She paused to allow comment, but not one of the six others present spoke, so the wizardess resumed her account.

“Gord is a very able young man, of that there is no doubt. Since leaving our city he has grown in skill, both at his… craft, and with the weapons of warfare as well. The Attloi he now accompanies are artful instructors, and young Gord practices diligently at gymnastics and acrobatics, rope walking, tumbling, the whole useless lot common to jugglers, wandering performers, and the rest of the gypsy lot who employ such feats to further their own-”

“Ahem!”

The loud clearing of his throat and the accompanying look from Markham sufficed to put Risteria back on track again. “…livelihood,” she finished, doing her best to remain unruffled. “It seems he will become more able than ever to succeed, yet there are many dangers ahead for Gord, and many clouded areas. Someone, something, a power perhaps, still interposes itself if his skein is examined too closely.”

“I too encountered such interference, lady,” Zarten said solemnly. “I think it was no evil one who interfered, though. I ca

“And that is why we are met here this very hour,” the bearded leader of the council said. “Your words are well. taken. Before nightfall I will be departing Greyhawk, and I will pass along the opinion of this group to those above me. Is that the voice of us all, then? Gord should have full attention in the near future because of impending peril?”

Nods of assent to this came from Tapper, Clyde, Markham, and Chinkers. “I concur,” said Lady Risteria. The priest spoke last, saying, “It would seem to be the most prudent course for the Balance, assuming that he is still considered to be important to future events-for Gord does go into danger, of that there can be no question.”

“Then that is the message I shall give to my superiors,” Bru said, concluding the meeting.

At about that time Gord awakened. He had had a bad dream, and the sudden jolting of the wagon brought him out of it abruptly and thankfully. Wiping the sweat from his face, the young thief went to the back of the vehicle and swung open the little door at its end. It was no feat to jump out and run along beside the slowly moving wagon. His two friends were on their steeds up ahead someplace, and Gord would seek them out now. Soon camp would be made for the night, and he wanted to see what plans were afoot for the evening.

“Hey, Cha

“Where have you been hiding?” Elo demanded as he turned his horse in Gord’s direction.

Cha

Perhaps the two thought the village’s only i

Even his two friends seemed deflated after spending a time drinking at the place. “These women have no life in them,” Cha

“Shall I start a fight?” big Elo asked, a smile lighting his face.

“No,” Gord said, grabbing the bigger man and steering him toward the exit. “Come on, Cha

Hardly a fortnight later Gord rode away from the Attloi encampment in the vast prairies where the gypsies spent the summer raising, training, and selling horses. With him went his two friends, Cha

Elsewhere, some distance away, a very important man was concerning himself with the young thief. “How closely can you monitor him?” the one-eyed man asked.

Three hooded figures, unbleached linen cowls shadowing their faces, sat in tall-backed chairs. The central one spoke in reply to the one-eyed man’s query. “He seems to be unwatched by any others… at this time, at least, so we are able to follow him closely, Lord Gellor. We watch now, and will do so later too. You are needed.”

“There is trouble, then?”

“Always, constantly. This young man Gord is a difficult subject!”

“Show me, please, the course you have foreseen. I will do my utmost to serve as you direct. Enlightened Ones.”

The air shimmered as the three figures made small gestures in unison. A transparent set of images appeared in the air, as if the one-eyed Gellor were viewing a faint mirage or a ghostly vision. He knew it was neither, but rather what he saw before him was a projection of the future of the youth, a series of scenes that flashed past rapidly, an hour’s time but a minute, with sudden blurs where the trio of Enlightened Ones caused the events to go by even faster. At one point Gellor called “stop” without thinking. The three made the images halt and didn’t go on again until the one-eyed man politely, and rather sheepishly, asked them to.