The Silken Stone. It couldn't be the actual thing itself though, could it? Regardless, she couldn't leave it in the care of this child. She knew of only one person she trusted enough to hold onto that particular dreaded artefact.
Herself.
Dauphin allowed Rendle to follow her for a while, but led him down an alley where, sure that nobody was watching, she dropped him with a clout to the back of the head.
As she picked up the Stone, she felt a brief twinge of guilt, but she had long ago learnt that the ends justified the means. Besides, if the boy had had possession of the stone for long enough, then he was probably already damned.
She carefully wrapped the Stone in her bedroll and hid it amongst the saddlebags on the faelan's back. It would be all the proof that she required to show the king of this dirtwater town that Cardac intended nothing less than total destruction of his 'kingdom'. The Stone was nothing less than an omen of doom.
She didn't know much specific details of its powers, but tales had followed in its wake of the bad fortune that befell all who glimpsed it. It was also said to be a summoning stone for daemons, the gallstone of a god, a shard of Cardac's own throne....
Most of the rumours were probably false. She wouldn't be surprised if there was nothing intristically magical about it, and that its power was derived solely from the fact that those that saw it expected bad things to happen after hearing stories of bad things happening to those that saw it. And in so thinking, they cause those very events themselves...
Gah, what morbid thoughts, Dauphin told herself, shaking her head. It could be some sort of psychic wave from the Stone -
Enough speculation. She had to see the king, and warn him of the enemies at his gates. Although presumably, after the attack he would already know. She had thought herself well ahead of the beast hordes, but they clearly travelled a lot faster than her. Which prompted the question - how?
She mulled over the possibilities on her way to the king's longhouse, paying no attention to the locals milling around her, staring in surprise at the faelan.
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