Chapter 700: Firbolgs in the Forest

Chapter 700: Firbolgs in the Forest

Within a forest clearing in Kymiland, a large elk sniffed the bark of a fir tree.

He was an old beast, with fur long greyed; by now his bodyshould have been thick and full, ready for the scarcity of winter, instead, his curving rib bones stood out, stretching against sagging fur with each breath he drew. Slower than the rest, his herd had long left him behind, moving on, leaving him to fend for himself.

His time was edging near, coming sooner rather than later; there was little chance that the old elk would survive the long winter.

But, the old beast had no way of knowing that he would never again see that harsh season, even for one day.

A stone flew from the treessailing between trunksstriking the elks skull. The rock was bigger around than a human torso, thrown with terrible force and pinpoint accuracy; the aged beast was dead before he even realised death was there to claim him.

Slumping to the ground, his form stilled, settling in the snow.

Heartbeats passed.

There came the sound of snow crunching; of a great weight being pressed into the ground.

A hulking figure emerged from the woods.

Eight or nine feet in height, powerful, with both crimson hair and beard, the firbolg scanned the forest for signs of dangera kill could bring hungry wolves, or worse, very quicklywhen none became apparent, he positioned the elk, drawing a sharp stone blade from his bag.

He prepped the stag with care, then draped its carcass over a shoulder, beginning the long journey back to his village.

For a moment, he paused, turning in place, scanning the woods.

Thought I heard something, he whispered beneath his breath, a voice deep and misting rose from his lips.

He waited for a time, but no threat came.

Shaking his head, the hunter turned, striding away, heavy footfalls leaving deep impressions in the snow.

Hmph, he whispered. That bastard Birger was wrong. They wont attack today. Good, be a shame to bring bad news when I finally got myself a kill.

Quietly, he disappeared into the trees.

For a time, the woods creaked softly.

Then without warning, a quiet voice broke the stillness, coming from what seemed to be empty air.

Hes got good instincts, Theresa Lu said, floating just below the forests canopy. Invisibility magic sheathed her and her companions: Alex, Brutus and Claygon.

YesI thoughthe woulddiscover usfor a moment, Claygon whispered.

Yeah, me too, Alex said. And that would have been awkward.

To say the least. Theresa descended until she was inches above the snow, and touched the bloodstain. That was a perfect shot.

Yeah, the firbolgs specialise in rock-throwing. Its a tradition they carried with them when they migrated from ancient Thameland millennia ago, Alex searched his memory, reciting the information from a passage in a reference book hed borrowed from the university library: Lore of Giants, Volume 13. They throw hard, fast and with precision.

I could see that, she whispered. No wonder they gave the Irtyshenans as much trouble as they did. So, did you learn what you needed to know?

Yeah, Alex said. I was debating whether or not we should just try and sneak into their villagebut I think wed learn more if we actually made proper contact with them.

Brutus growled, sniffing at the snow where the stag had been.

I dont know if theyll be up for visitors, Theresa said.

Withall the dangersin this forestI dont think they would trust outsidersat all, Claygon agreed.

Youre both right, Alex said. Which is the reason why were going to use some things I learned about them from that book on giants. When approaching firbolgs, its customary to bring a gift. Preferably something they need.

The young wizard looked in the direction the giant hadgone. And judging by what that firbolg saidfinally got a killI think they need food.

Who are you, humans? he called to Alexs party, his teeth pulling back in a snarl. Why have you come here?

Alexs eyes scanned the settlements outer wall; parts of the rampart had been damaged, other parts newly repaired.

Not to attack you, Alex said calmly. If that is what you ask. My name is Alex Roth, and these are my companions, Theresa Lu and Brutus. Were here to bargain and seek knowledge. We are not rune-marked and were not from the Empire! We wish no quarrel with you.

The giants frown deepened as he watched Alex, Theresa, and Brutus until his eyes fell on the deer, all trussed and resting on forcedisks, like platters for a feast.

A guard whispered in the leaders ear.

And the towering firbolg nodded at Alex. You said you came here looking to speak to an elder, and that you bear gifts. And while its clear you do bear many gifts, the question is why? We have human friends in the forest, but we do not know you. You are strangers to us.

We hail from Thameland, Alex said. Your ancestral home from across land and sea, and I must speak to an elder of your people about a matter of incredible importance. I bring these gifts so that we may start our parley with the right stone thrown, Alex said, quoting an old firbolg expression. I seek nothing other than the knowledge of an elder. Might I have your name?

The firbolgs expression had begun to soften a bit as Alex continued talking, the wizards calming tone and familiar words easing their suspicion.

The leader appeared more relaxed, his shoulders slumping and the grip on his weapon loosening. I am Chief Olaf of Clan Fir hAllaren, the protector of my clan. What knowledge do you seek, stranger? And what price do you wish for those trays of elk meat?

Caution still lay in his voice, but his tone had softened, somewhat.

But, only somewhat.

I wish to make inquiries of your clans oldest members, Alex said. There was an event that happened in Kymiland about three hundred years ago. And I would like to speak to someone who might remember it.

Whispers passed among the firbolgs.

And thats all you want in return for so many harvested elk? the chief asked, hard suspicion entering his voice.

Yes, that's all I want, Alex said. I will gift the meat to you now, but then you must tell me who among you has lived for over three centuries.

Send him to Birger and his boy, chief, one of the firbolgs said. Hes the only one whos been alive for that long.

Im hungry, mother, a firbolg child said, his voice loud enough to carry over the rampart. He stood in the snow, holding his mothers hand, standing midway up the slope of the hill.

The chief frowned. I hear your words saying that all youwantis to talk, but how do I know it is as you say and youre not a spy from the Empire?

You dont, Alex admitted. But all I can do is give you my word that Im not. If you just let me speak to Birger, then Ill be gone before you know it.

Hrm, as I dont know you, that gives me little comfort. And when youre gone and have left us with poisoned meat, how will that help us? We will check to see if these carcasses are poisoned by having you taste the meat, the chief insisted. And if they are, then know that well smash the three of you until youre thinner than running tree sap.

Brutus growled, but Theresa put a hand on his shoulder.

That wont be necessary; Ill hand over the meat now, we can eat some to show you that its not poisoned, which means youll also have us under your control and can make sure we werent trying to harm you and your kin. Is Birger in the longhouse on the hill? Alex asked.

Olaf snorted. No. He does not live among us. Neither him nor that boy of his. He spit in the snow. Youll find them in the nearby woods, and we will tell you where to go once youre finished here. Tell him Chief Olaf will send food the day after tomorrow. And that the ward should stand strong.

Alex frowned. I will, he said.

Then we have a pact, stranger, Chief Olaf said, striding toward him. Now, do you know these woods well?

Not so much, Alex said.

Thats alright, Olaf said. If youre lucky, Birger will be singing. Hes always singing; that will lead you to him.

The young wizards breath caught.

Veer north again, not south. Thats where the firbolgs tend to be. Oh, and when you get there, if you hear singing, dont trust it. Those wily old giants have certain illusions that trick travellers into their cauldrons! Beware!

Those were the words of Old Iliana.

Well, I guess well see if this Birger will have his cauldron ready for us. Alex thought, looking at the gathered firbolgs. They didnt exactly sound friendly when they mentioned their two kinfolktheres probably an interesting reason why he and his son live apart from the others. A reason well learn soon enough, no doubt.