An Excerpt from [Untitled Work of Fiction]
Rael woke before dawn to a strong hand gripping his shoulder. He 
opened his eyes and squinted, barely making out the stony face of Durran in 
the gloom. Durran motioned for him to rise, then turned and left 
the room without a word. Rael sat up, stretched, and rubbed his eyes. It
 had been a short night, but he slept soundly, more comfortable in a 
proper bed than he had been for weeks of travel. Now, 
after only a day in Camlin, he faced more traveling.
He 
quickly dressed and gathered up his small pack, pausing only to splash 
some water on his face from a bowl that had been left by the door. 
Before leaving he placed his unstrung bow and quiver into the long 
drawer beneath the mattress, but strapped his hunting knife to his belt 
and pocketed his sling. Both were small enough to carry without any 
burden, and it was better to have them on hand. Durran's insistence that
 they must slip out of the city before dawn had put Rael on edge, though
 he did not understand why.
Just as Rael made his way out of the room and into the 
dimly lit hallway, old Thanis appeared with the plump innkeeper in tow. 
Master Veer carried a candlestick in one hand and gestured with the 
other, halfway through an apology for breakfast not being ready at such 
an hour. Thanis cut him off, stating that the trio would eat on the 
road. As if to illustrate his point, he tossed an apple to the 
bleary-eyed Rael, who nearly dropped it. Rael fumbled with the fruit and
 tucked it into his shirt pocket. Thanis had turned back to the fussy 
innkeeper, assuring him that all was well and sending him off to attend 
to more demanding guests. Master Veer, seeing that his customers were 
content, nodded a quick farewell to both men and shuffled off in the 
direction of the kitchens.
Thanis motioned for Rael to 
follow as he turned down a side corridor and stepped outside into the 
pale pre-dawn. They stood in a narrow alleyway behind the inn, where Durran was waiting for them. The dirt-floored passage separated the back of the inn from another stout building, running from a road to the inn's storehouse where goods could be brought in out of the way of guests. The air was crisp and cool, and 
the ground was covered in dew. A slight sea breeze carried the smell of 
hay from the stables and the bustling sounds of morning preparations 
from the kitchens. The first sliver of sunlight already colored the 
eastern sky, providing enough light for them to find their way. The city
 would soon be coming to life as a new day dawned, and Durran had made 
it clear that they should be on their way without drawing attention to themselves.
The Sentinel was clad in his usual garb, but wore his 
cloak rolled into a small pack on his shoulder. None of the three men 
carried much with them, only what they would need for a day's march; 
additionally Durran carried his sword on his back, mostly concealed by 
the bundled cloak. Rael considered again their plan. 
They would spend the day hiking to the top of Mount Gibbeth, avoiding
 notice, and presumably come back down before nightfall if their sparse 
supplies were any indication. After a moment's thought he spoke up softly. "I 
don't understand, why are we going to such trouble just to climb this 
mountain? I'm eager to see the countryside, but what does it matter if 
anyone knows we're out for a walk?"
Durran and Thanis 
exchanged an impassive glance. Thanis grunted, then murmured, "Mind 
yourself, lad. All will be told in time. We'll talk on the trail, once 
we're clear of uninvited company." Without further explanation the eccentric Freelander gave 
Rael a gentle slap on the back and turned down the alleyway.
Durran
 had already set off toward the road, where he paused 
momentarily as the others caught up. His cold gray eyes swept briefly up and down the stone-paved street, watching for any who might notice their departure. Without another word they set off, moving quickly towards the northern 
city gate as the Sentinel led the way. They kept to side streets whenever possible, winding around 
major thoroughfares and squares where already early risers would be 
gathering, but never stopping to avoid detection. Their quick footsteps echoed down the cobblestone streets in the still quiet of the 
early morning, but Durran was more interested in haste than stealth. None of the few strangers they passed afforded them more than a passing glance. He seemed more wary of his surroundings than usual, but content that they would soon be forgotten by anyone who might have noticed them.
Dawn had fully broken when they turned onto the main 
road leading out of the city, just short of the north gateway. The gates were 
open and a cart or two were already making their way into Camlin. 
Pedestrians strode through the street, going about their early morning 
business. Without a pause, Durran led the small company out through the thick
arched gateway. The two guards leaning on their spears at each side of 
the great wooden doors barely paid them any notice.
The Sentinel glanced
cautiously back over his shoulder several times as the men departed from Camlin, 
checking for anyone who might be following. It was not until they were 
more than a league outside of the walls, and out of sight of any 
watchers, that Durran relaxed and slowed their pace. As if to indicate 
that they were now safe, he spoke for the first time since leaving the 
inn. "This road will take us north, along the foot of the mountain. From
 there we will turn to the west, and skirt the southern slope to the High 
Road. We should begin the ascent by midday."
Thanis nodded in approval and produced an apple from his pack, which he polished on his shirt and bit into. Rael counted the hours in his head. If they would not begin to climb the mountain until 
midday, it must be much farther away than it appeared- which meant, in 
turn, that it must be truly enormous. It dominated the skyline from 
Camlin, already seeming to dwarf any mountain that Rael had climbed back home in the borderland. He shook his head. Whatever secrets Mount Gibbeth held, he would just have to wait and see for himself. In the meantime, he had a long walk ahead of him.
2 comments:
Wonderfully written. Your writing style is very much like George R.R. Martin's. You should read his books sometime.
This makes me think of the literary works of such authors as Tolkien, Terry Brooks, Christopher Paolini and Raymond E. Feist. It just has "THAT" vibe going. Awesome job. I just love how you teased us with this tiny snippet of your story too, Travis! Building that hype aren't we? =P
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