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  Hammer and Axe

  ( Dragonlance:Dwarven Nations - 2 )

  Dan Parkinson

  Dan Parkinson

  Hammer and Axe

  The winter winds raged outside, but within the caverns of the mountain dwarves beneath the Kharolis Mountains, the fury of the storm was not felt. As the Thane called for silence among the assembled dwarves and humans, a dwarven bard stepped forward to do homage to the companions.

  SONG OF THE NINE HEROES

  From the north came danger, as we knew it would:

  In the vanguard of winter, a dragon's dance

  Unraveled the land, until out of the forest,

  Out of the plains they came, from the mothering earth,

  The sky unreckoned before them.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  One from a garden of stone arising,

  From dwarf-halls, from weather and wisdom,

  Where the heart and mind tide unquestioned

  In the untapped vein of the hand.

  In his fathering arms, the spirit gathered.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined,they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  One from a haven of breezes descending,

  Light in the handling air

  To the waving meadows, the kender's country,

  Where the grain out of smallness arises itself

  To grow green and golden and green again.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The next from the plains, the long land's keeping,

  Nurtured in distance, horizons of nothing.

  Bearing a staff she came, and a burden

  Of mercy and light converged in her hand:

  Beating the wounds of the world, she came.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The next from the plains, in the moon's shadow,

  Through custom, through ritual, trailing the moon

  Where her phases, her wax and her wane, controlled

  The tide of his blood, and his warrior's hand

  Ascended through hierarchies of space into light.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  One within absences, known by departures,

  The dark swordswoman at the heart of fire:

  Her glories the space between words,

  The cradlesong recollected in age,

  Recalled at the edge of awakening and thought.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  One in the heart of honor, formed by the sword,

  By the centuries' flight of the kingfisher over the land,

  By Solamnia ruined and risen, rising again

  When the heart ascends into duty.

  As it dances, the sword is forever an heirloom.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The next in a simple light a brother to darkness,

  Letting the sword hand try all subtleties,

  Even the intricate webs of the heart. His thoughts

  Are pools disrupted in changing wind

  He cannot see their bottom.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The next the leader, half-elvcn, betrayed

  As the twining blood pulls asunder the land,

  The forests, the worlds of elves and men.

  Called into bravery, but fearing for love,

  And fearing that, called into both, he does nothing.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The last from the darkness, breathing the night

  Where the abstract stars hide a nest of words,

  Where the body endures the wound of numbers,

  Surrendered to knowledge, until, unable to bless,

  His blessing falls on the low, the benighted.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  Joined by others they were in the telling:

  A graceless girl, graced beyond graces;

  A princess of seeds and saplings, called to the forest;

  An ancient weaver of accidents;

  Nor can we say who the story will gather.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the hear of the story.

  From the north came danger, as we knew it would:

  In encampments of winter, the dragon's sleep

  Has settled the land, but out of the forest,

  Out of the plain they come, from the mothering earth,

  Defining the sky before them.

  Nine they were, under the three moons,

  Under the autumn twilight:

  As the world declined, they arose

  Into the heart of the story.

  The Hammer

  "The Hammer of Kharas!"

  The great Hall of Audience of the King of the Mountain Dwarves echoed with the triumphal announcement. It was followed by wild cheering, the deep booming voices of the dwarves mingling with the slightly higher-pitched shouts of the humans as the huge doors at the rear of the Hall were thrown open and Elistan, cleric of Paladine, entered.

  Although the bowl-shaped Hall was large, even by dwarven standards, it was crammed to capacity. Nearly all of the eight hundred refugees from Pax Tharkas lined the walls, while the dwarves packed onto the carved stone benches below.

  Elistan appeared at the foot of a long central aisle, the giant war hammer held reverently in his hands. The shouts increased at the sight of the cleric of Paladine in his white robes, the sound booming against the great vault of the ceiling and reverberating through the hall until it seemed that the ground shook with the vibrations.

  Tanis winced as the noise made his head throb. He was stifled in the crowd. He didn't like being underground anyway and, although the ceiling was so high that the top soared beyond the blazing torchlight and disappeared into shadow, the half-elf felt enclosed, trapped.

  "I'll be glad when this is over;" he muttered to Sturm, standing next to him.

  Sturm, always melancholy, seemed even darker and more brooding than usual. "I don't approve of this, Tanis," he muttered, folding his arms across the bright metal of his antique breastplate.

  "I know;" said Tanis irritably. "You've said it-not once, but several times. It's too late now. There's nothing to be done but make the best of it:"

  The end of his sentence was lost in another resounding cheer as Elistan raised the Hammer above his head, showing it to the crowd before
beginning the walk down the aisle. Tanis put his hand on his forehead. He was growing dizzy as the cool underground cavern heated up from the mass of bodies.

  Elistan started to walk down the aisle. Rising to greet him on a dais in the center of the Hall was Hornfel, Thane of the Hylar dwarves. Spaced behind the dwarf were seven carved stone thrones, all of them now empty. Hornfel stood before the seventh throne-the most magnificent, the throne for the King of Thorbardin. Lang empty, it would be occupied once more, as Hornfel accepted the Hammer of Kharas. The return of this ancient relic was a singular triumph for Hornfel. Since his thanedom was now in possession of the coveted Hammer, he could unite the rival dwarven thanes under his leadership.

  " We fought to recover that Hammer;' Sturm said slowly, his eyes upon the gleaming weapon. "The legendary Hammer of Kharas. Used to forge the dragonlances. Lost for hundreds of years, found again, and lost once more. And now given to the dwarvesl" he said in disgust.

  "It was given to the dwarves once before;' Tanis reminded him wearily, feeling sweat trickle down his forehead. "Have Flint tell you the tale, if you've forgotten. At any rate, it is truly theirs now."

  Elistan had arrived at the foot of the stone dais where the Thane, dressed in the heavy robes and massive gold chains dwarves loved, awaited him. Elistan knelt at the foot of the dais, a politic gesture, for otherwise the tall, muscular cleric would stand face-to-face with the dwarf, despite the fact that the dais was a good three feet off the ground. The dwarves cheered mightily at this. The humans were, Tanis noticed, more subdued, some muttering among themselves, not liking the sight of their leader abasing himself:.

  "Accept this gift of our people-" Elistan's words were lost in another cheer from the dwarves.

  "Gift!" Sturm snorted. "Ransom is nearer the mark."

  "In return for which;" Elistan continued when he could be heard, "we thank the dwarves for their generous gift of a place to live within their kingdom:'

  "For the right to be sealed in a tomb . . :' Sturm muttered.

  "And we pledge our support to the dwarves if the war should come upon us!" Elistan shouted.

  Cheering resounded throughout the chamber, increasing as Thane Hornfel bent to receive the Hammer.. The dwarves stamped and whistled, most climbing up on the stone benches.

  Tanis began to feel nauseated. He glanced around. They would never be missed. Hornfel would speak; so would each of the other six Thanes, not to mention the members of the Highseekers Council. The half-elf touched Sturm on the arm, motioning to the knight to follow him. The two walked silently from the Hall, bending low to get through a narrow archway. Although still underground in the massive dwarven city, at least they were away from the noise, out in the cool night air.

  "Are you all right?" Sturm asked, noticing Tanis's pallor beneath his beard. The half-elf gulped draughts of cool air.

  "I am now;" Tanis said, flushing in shame at his weakness. "It was the heat . . . and the noise:"

  "Well, we'll be out of here soon;' Sturm said. 'Depending, of course, on whether or not the Council of Highseekers votes to let us go to Tarsis:'

  "Oh, there's no doubt how they'll vote;" Tanis said, shrugging. "Elistan is clearly in control, now that he's led the people to a place of safety. None of the Highseekers dares oppose him-at least to his face. No, my friend, within a month's time perhaps, we'll be setting sail in one of the white-winged ships of Tarsis the Beautiful:'

  "Without the Hammer of Kharas," Sturm added bitterly. Softly, he began to quote. " 'And so if was told that the Knights took the golden Hammer, the Hammer blessed 6y the great god Paladine and given to the One of the Silver Arm so that he might forge the Dragonlance of Huma, Dragonbane, and gave the Hammer to the dwarf they called Kharas, or Knight, for his extraordinary valor and honor in battle. And he kept Kharas for his name. And the Hammer of Kharas passed into the dwarven kingdom with assurances from the dwarves that it should be brought forth again at need-"

  "It has been brought forth;' Tanis said, straggling to contain his rising anger. He had heard that quotation entirely too many times!

  "II has been brought forth and will be left behind!" Sturm bit the words. "We might have taken it to Solamnia, used it to forge our own dragonlances

  "And you would be another Huma, riding to glory, the Dragonlance in your hand!" Tanis's control snapped. "Meanwhile you'd let eight hundred people die-"

  "No, I would not have let them die!" Sturm shouted in a towering rage. "The first clue we have to the dragonlances and you sell it for-"

  Both men stopped arguing abruptly, suddenly aware of a shadow creeping from the darker shadows surrounding them.

  "Shirak;' whispered a voice, and a bright light flared, gleaming from a crystal ball clutched in the golden, disembodied claw of a dragon atop a plain, wooden staff. The light illuminated the red robes of a magic-user.

  The young mage walked toward the two, leaning upon has staff, coughing slightly. The light from his staff shone upon a skeletal face, with glistening metallic gold skin drawn tightly over fine bones. His eyes gleamed golden.

  "Raistlin;" said Tanis, his voice tight. "Is there something you want?"

  Raistlin did not seem at all bothered by the angry looks both men cast him, apparently well accustomed to the fact that few felt comfortable in his presence or wanted him around.

  He stopped before the two. Stretching forth his frail hand, the mage spoke, "Akular-alan suh Tagolann Jistrathar." and a pale image of a weapon shimmered into being as Tanis and Sturm watched in astonishment.

  It was a footman's lance, nearly twelve feet long. The point was made of pure silver, barbed and gleaming, the shaft crafted of polished wood. The kip was steel, designed to be thrust into the ground.

  "It's beautiful!" Tanis gasped. "What is it?"

  "A dragonlance;" Raistlin answered.

  Holding the lance in his hand, the mage stepped between the two, who stood aside to let him pass as if unwilling to be touched by him. Their eyes were on the lance. Then Raistlin turned and held it out to Sturm.

  "There is your dragonlance, knight," Raistlin hissed, "without benefit of the Hammer or the Silver Arm. Will you ride with it into glory, remembering that, for I-luma, with glory came death?"

  Sturm's eyes flashed. He caught his breath in awe as he reached out to take hold of the dragonlance. To his amazement, his hand passed right through it! The dragonlance vanished, even as he touched it.

  "More of your tricks!" he snarled. Spinning on his heel, he stalked away, choking in anger.

  "If you meant that as a joke, Raistlin;' Tanis said quietly, "it wasn't funny:"

  "A joke?" the mage whispered. His strange golden eyes followed the knight as Sturm walked into the thick blackness of the dwarven city beneath the mountain. "You should know me better, Tanis."

  The mage laughed-the weird laughter Tanis had heard only once before. Then, bowing sardonically to the half-elf, Raistlin disappeared, following the knight into the shadows.

  Book I

  White-ringed ships. Hope lies across the Plains of Dust.

  Tanis Half-Elven sat in the meeting of the Council of Highseekers and listened, frowning. Though officially the false religion of the Seekers was now dead, the group that made up the political leadership of the eight hundred refugees from Fax Tharkas was still called that.

  "It isn't that we're not grateful to the dwarves for allowing us to live here;" stated Hederick expansively, waving his scarred hand. "We are all grateful, I'm certain. Just as we're grateful to those whose heroism in recovering the Hammer of Kharas made our move here possible:" Hederick bowed to Tanis, who returned the bow with a brief nod of his head. "But we are not dwarves!"

  This emphatic statement brought murmurs of approval, causing Hederick to warm to his audience.

  "We humans were never meant to live underground!" Loud calls of approval and some clapping of hands.

  "We are farmers. We cannot grow food on the side of a mountain! We want lands like the ones we were forced to leave behi
nd. And I say that those who forced us to leave our old homeland should provide us with new!"

  "Does he mean the Dragon Highlords?" Sturm whispered sarcastically to Tanis. "I'm certain they'd be happy to oblige:'

  "The fools ought to be thankful they're alive!" Tanis muttered. "Look at them, turning to Elistan-as if it were his doing!"

  The cleric of Paladine-and leader of the refugees-rose to his feet to answer Hederick.

  "It is because we need new homes;' Elistan said, his strong baritone resounding through the cavern, "that I propose we send a delegation south, to the city of Tarsis the Beautiful:"

  Tanis had heard Elistan's plan before. His mind wandered over the month since he and his companions had returned from Derkin's Tomb with the sacred Hammer.

  The dwarven Thanes, now consolidated under the leadership of Hornfel, were preparing to battle the evil coming from the north. The dwarves did not greatly fear this evil. Their mountain kingdom seemed impregnable. And they had kept the promise they made Tanis in return for the Hammer: the refugees from Pax Tharkas could settle in Southgate, the southernmost part of the mountain kingdom of Thorbardin.

  Elistan brought the refugees to Thorbardin. They began trying to rebuild their lives, but the arrangement was not totally satisfactory.