Exodus: The Windwalker Archive: Book 3 (Legends of Agora) by Michael James Ploof Page B
Authors: Michael James Ploof
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spirit wolf here in Elladrindellia.”
Talon wondered how Zerafin knew that he had wished Chief were with him, and for the hundredth time he reminded himself to think quietly around the elves, which basically meant to stay relatively calm, for it seemed only his strongest feelings and thoughts could be “heard” by the elves.
“Thank you,” said Talon, and immediately he summoned Chief.
The wolf cautiously approached the prince, but when he got a sniff of the outstretched hand, he wagged his tail and went about searching the tower of vine.
The weather was warm, and though the days and nights would already be getting colder on Volnoss this close to autumn, the elven lands lay far to the south, and enjoyed a much warmer climate year round.
Azzeal joined them as they traveled to the beach to a place called Queen’s Landing, where a boat was waiting to bring Talon and Chief to Freedom.
“Once they have agreed and you give us the signal, I will send out the boats,” said Zerafin.
“Thank you once again, good prince,” said Talon.
He got in the small sailboat, and Zerafin moved the wind from the dock to fill the sails and push the small boat across the harbor.
Talon could see Argath watching him with a spyglass. The crew were all out by the rail as well, and as he drew closer, they began to whistle and cheer.
“Where you been?” Argath called out. “We thought we might have to go and rescue you from the pointy-eared lot!”
Talon laughed and grabbed hold of the rope ladder that was thrown down to him. He climbed up and accepted many hearty pats from the crew.
“Them elves got any cheese?” asked Gammond, head twitching to the side and left eye winking uncontrollably.
“What kind of question is that for someone who has just spent the night with the elves?” he asked again, this time in Gill’s voice.
Talon ignored them both. “They have agreed to allow all of us on shore for a few days. They said they will even try to heal our sick!” he said and excitedly waited for Argath’s reaction.
The stern-faced man stared at him for a silent moment. Finally, he cracked a smile and shook Talon’s hand with two of his. “You’ve done it again, Windwalker. You hear that boys,” he yelled for all to hear. “Windwalker just got us a little holiday in Elladrindellia!”
The crew erupted in cheers, and soon the news found ears below deck. Word was conveyed to Captain Eaglewind of Redemption, and soon cheers erupted from the other ship as well.
There would be hot food and drink in Elladrindellia, and the men and women who had been so long cooped up in the slave holds would get a chance to truly relax and spend a few days with the sun in their faces and grass beneath their feet.
Talon gave the signal, and a small fleet of sailboats began toward them. Argath ordered a dozen men to stay behind and guard the ship. When they lamented over their duties, he ensured them that they would be relieved when the night fell, and a new crew would take their place. With everyone off the ship, it would be a good opportunity to clean her up, he added, to which the moods of the men soured.
The sickest and most badly injured of the Skomm were brought from below deck and let onto the sailboats first, followed by the remaining women, and finally the men and former gladiators. Talon took the first boat back with the sick, hoping to alleviate their fears.
To his delight and surprise, a large congregation of elves had gathered since he left the shore. They welcomed the Skomm with open arms, offering kind words and fresh water, baskets of food, and blankets to shelter them from the wind, mild as it was.
Zerafin strode forth to shake hands with Captain Argath and Eaglewind.
“Welcome to Cerushia. I am Zerafin, prince of Elladrindellia,” said Zerafin.
“Thank you. I am Argath, captain of Freedom,” said Argath. “Your people have offered their generosity during a trying time. And we shall not soon forget it.”
Noticing his
Talon wondered how Zerafin knew that he had wished Chief were with him, and for the hundredth time he reminded himself to think quietly around the elves, which basically meant to stay relatively calm, for it seemed only his strongest feelings and thoughts could be “heard” by the elves.
“Thank you,” said Talon, and immediately he summoned Chief.
The wolf cautiously approached the prince, but when he got a sniff of the outstretched hand, he wagged his tail and went about searching the tower of vine.
The weather was warm, and though the days and nights would already be getting colder on Volnoss this close to autumn, the elven lands lay far to the south, and enjoyed a much warmer climate year round.
Azzeal joined them as they traveled to the beach to a place called Queen’s Landing, where a boat was waiting to bring Talon and Chief to Freedom.
“Once they have agreed and you give us the signal, I will send out the boats,” said Zerafin.
“Thank you once again, good prince,” said Talon.
He got in the small sailboat, and Zerafin moved the wind from the dock to fill the sails and push the small boat across the harbor.
Talon could see Argath watching him with a spyglass. The crew were all out by the rail as well, and as he drew closer, they began to whistle and cheer.
“Where you been?” Argath called out. “We thought we might have to go and rescue you from the pointy-eared lot!”
Talon laughed and grabbed hold of the rope ladder that was thrown down to him. He climbed up and accepted many hearty pats from the crew.
“Them elves got any cheese?” asked Gammond, head twitching to the side and left eye winking uncontrollably.
“What kind of question is that for someone who has just spent the night with the elves?” he asked again, this time in Gill’s voice.
Talon ignored them both. “They have agreed to allow all of us on shore for a few days. They said they will even try to heal our sick!” he said and excitedly waited for Argath’s reaction.
The stern-faced man stared at him for a silent moment. Finally, he cracked a smile and shook Talon’s hand with two of his. “You’ve done it again, Windwalker. You hear that boys,” he yelled for all to hear. “Windwalker just got us a little holiday in Elladrindellia!”
The crew erupted in cheers, and soon the news found ears below deck. Word was conveyed to Captain Eaglewind of Redemption, and soon cheers erupted from the other ship as well.
There would be hot food and drink in Elladrindellia, and the men and women who had been so long cooped up in the slave holds would get a chance to truly relax and spend a few days with the sun in their faces and grass beneath their feet.
Talon gave the signal, and a small fleet of sailboats began toward them. Argath ordered a dozen men to stay behind and guard the ship. When they lamented over their duties, he ensured them that they would be relieved when the night fell, and a new crew would take their place. With everyone off the ship, it would be a good opportunity to clean her up, he added, to which the moods of the men soured.
The sickest and most badly injured of the Skomm were brought from below deck and let onto the sailboats first, followed by the remaining women, and finally the men and former gladiators. Talon took the first boat back with the sick, hoping to alleviate their fears.
To his delight and surprise, a large congregation of elves had gathered since he left the shore. They welcomed the Skomm with open arms, offering kind words and fresh water, baskets of food, and blankets to shelter them from the wind, mild as it was.
Zerafin strode forth to shake hands with Captain Argath and Eaglewind.
“Welcome to Cerushia. I am Zerafin, prince of Elladrindellia,” said Zerafin.
“Thank you. I am Argath, captain of Freedom,” said Argath. “Your people have offered their generosity during a trying time. And we shall not soon forget it.”
Noticing his
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