Into the fire

The cavalcade fared toward the eastern way.

But when they came to the barrier, the Elves stopped, Talarin saying, "We have brought ye safely to the land of the Waerlinga, yet we would not cause a stir by riding within. Hence we bid ye farewell here at the eastern gate."

And though the Warrows protested, Talarin would not be swayed, saying such a force of Elves entering would no doubt cause alarm, even if but temporarily. Even so, Talarin did promise that a time would come when by twos or threes Lian would visit.

And so, Phais and Loric embraced the Warrows and kissed them each good-bye, as did Aris and Elissan and Jaith. And when Phais came to Tip and Beau, tears ru

Drawing pack ponies behind, into the thorn tu

Three more miles they rode within, but at last they emerged into the sunlight at the far side. The countryside lying before them was one of rolling farmland, and the road they followed ran on to the west, cresting a rise to disappear only to be seen again topping the crest beyond.

"We've arrived," said Beau joyfully. Expansively he flourished his hand in a wide sweep and inhaled a great draught of air, reveling in the smell of the land: forest and field and clean-ru

It was the last day of October, with a high blue sky overhead.

On they rode and in the evening they came to the village of Greenfields, and after an enquiry, they put up in the Happy Otter I

The beer was splendid.

The next morning on they continued west along the Crossland Road, reaching the town of Raffin and riding a bit beyond, to turn down a long dirt lane and come at last to Aunt Rose's farm, for although she was years passed away, Beau yet thought of this stead as the farm of his Aunt Rose.

The place was quite grown over in weeds and such, having been unlived in for several years now, and the house itself quite weathered; a small goat shed out back leaned precariously, all but ready to fall. Yet the apple trees were quite hale and burgeoning with crop, and the soil of the fields was fertile-dark.

Beau looked at the others and said, "With a bit of painting and yard and field work and other such, well, that should fix it right up."

On a chill day in November, Tip swung the scythe and sliced through another swath of dried weeds, while Beau raked the cuttings into a great pile. And as he raked, weed dust and dried pollen flew, and of a sudden Beau inhaled sharply and then loudly sneezed.

Tipperton paused and looked at the sky and so very soberly said, "Careful, Beau, you just might destroy the moon."

As Lark sat in the yard, her ear pressed to the trunk of an apple tree and her eyes wide as if hearing some twiggy secret, and as Melli rattled about in the kitchen, Li

EPILOGUE

Concerning Beau and Tip, they remained closemouthed about their wartime adventures, but everyone in the Bosky knew that they had been singular heroes of that war, for why else would Elves and Dwarves and even the High King come to see them. Why, it was even told that Stone Giants were seen emerging from the earth nigh the place where Tipperton and Ry

Some years after the Great War, a Wizard named Delgar came through the Boskydells specifically to see Beau Darby, mainly to congratulate him on finding the cure for the plague. It seems that Beau's red medical journal had been a gift from this Mage a number of years past, when Beau had been but a stripling. What else they might have said to one another remains unknown to this day.

Someone noted a peculiar thing about Tipperton and his wartime experiences: whenever anyone spoke of Drag-onships and Fjordlanders, Tipperton would seem to withdraw, as if suffering from some hidden guilt concerning those men of the north, as if he were somehow responsible for the deaths of some in the war; ah, but who could put credence to such speculation? Besides, even if some Fjordlanders did die as a result of some act of Tipperton's, surely their deaths were inadvertent, wouldn't you say?

Tipperton never did take up the trade of a miller again, but instead became a bard, travelling with Ry

Too, it is said that Tipperton mastered the Elven rite celebrating the turning of the seasons-chant and song and steps-and passed the knowledge on to his descendants. Yet neither he nor those who followed knew the secret potency of the ritual; yet even had they known, still they knew not when or where on Mithgar they should sing and step and chant, knew neither the time nor place to loose the power hidden within. Perhaps one day Warrowkind would finally learn the arcane truth…

Tipperton and Ry

Speaking of Lark, she became even a more renowned bard than either her sire or dam, for no instrument defied her touch, the music to flow, her voice as sweet as her namesakes-the very larks themselves. Yet there was an air of mystery about this beautiful dammen, for it is said she spoke Twyll, Common, Fey, Sylva, and a strange language like the rustle of leaves in the wind. Too, it is said that she had a mysterious power over plants and trees, for her gardens were the wonder of all, and some even claim she could walk untouched through the Thornwall itself, but most discounted this wild rumor, for everyone knew that even birds and voles and other small creatures found it difficult to pass among the thickset thorns. Too, it is also said that a strange tall being, twigs and leaves and tendrils, would at times be seen in the night in Lark's company, but that was just wild rumor, too.

Both Tip and Beau, as well as Ry

As to others, this is known:

Bekki ruled Mineholt North for many a long year, and though he never married, other Chakka named their sons after him. Nearly four mille

As to Linde, she and King Loden of Dael did marry, and she bore Loden a son, Garret, and when Garret was but nine, Loden was slain- by raiders in Garia while on a trade mission. Linde led the campaign which destroyed the raiders, and a fiercer warrior the realm had never seen, and thereafter she was known as the Warrior Queen of Riamon. Until Garret came into his majority, Linde ruled the land; Garret was crowned king on his fifteenth birthday, but ever did the realm remember the beneficent rule of the fierce Warrior Queen Linde.