by Lynne Charles
brillant blue of the Sea of Discord disturbed the old trader. Never before had
he seen such vibrant colors as those he viewed looking out over the horizon.
The frenchman watched the sky for a sign of rain, then turned his attention
back to the wheel.
his first mate ran up to him. "Captain LeRart! Captain LeRart!" his
voice echoed over the deck. "The Bay of Discontent has been sighted on
the starboard side, sir!"
slim, young aide eyed his captain anxiously. "sir?"
sorry, Alan. I was just remembering Jon's mother. What a blessed woman she
was. Alright, mates, let's turn starboard. "
REBELLION pulled into the natural harbor just as the sun was setting. As he
walked toward the mansion in the distance, LeRart felt saddened by the news he
carried. He was startled by the presence, felt rather than seen, of two, (or
was it one?), shapes approaching.
are you? and why do you disturb our island of peace?" one of the shapes
ventured in the darkness.
am Jacques LeRart, and I mean you no harm. I seek one Jonathon Pierce,
bringing news of his mother."
and felicitations, traveler! I am that which is called Ambercrombie, and this
creature attending me answers to Fitch. We shall escort you to the place of
the joined Twins led LeRart and his party to a giant, ivy covered mansion.
Pierce is not here right now, but you may stay in the Obsidian Room. I'11 show
you the way."
before the uniquely-shaped mirror, LeRart surveyed his appearance. The years
had greyed his hair, fattened his waistline, and accented the lines in his
face. His short stature and his full beard added to his generally jovial form.
(In fact, he looked somewhat like Santa Claus.) He turned away from the mirror
with a sigh. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, especially with the bad news
he brought. He could only hope that Jonathon would understand.
| ||© 1984, ||L. Charles, D. Conrad, A. Duncan, Enad the Great, J. Pierce, B. C. Randolf, and T. G. Taft|