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went on, “an explorer from Edenvale looted an old temple and found a great glowing stone. It was so large that he had to bring it back in a wagon, but the queen made him rich and had her wizards and priests set to work probing its secrets. In time, they discovered some of its powers, and they named this stone the bloodforge.”
    Several of the men gasped audibly. “The bloodforge!” he heard Noph whisper. “That’s what we came here to—”
    “Shhh!” several men responded at once.
    “You said the queen of Edenvale had her priests study this device, the bloodforge,” spoke Miltiades loudly, trying to drown out the whispering. “Were these the same evil priests you talked of earlier?”
    “No, no, they were not. A large number of priests had come on the voyage, and most are still honored in our kingdom today, though most of my own people, the Mar, prefer the original gods who held sway here. You understand, of course.”
    “Any worshipers of Righteous Tyr around?” asked Kern with considerable eagerness.
    Garkim’s mouth twitched. Careful… . “No, I am afraid not,” he said at last. “The worship of many gods known to the Moonshaes was never brought over by the fleet at the start.”
    Kern sighed heavily. “That is grave news,” he said, with honest regret.
    Garkim decided not to comment further. “Be that as it may, I must explain the role of the bloodforges in subsequent events. The queen of Edenvale learned to use the powers of this device to conjure up magical beings, sufficient to create an army of unthinking and loyal troops. This was power unheard of, as you can imagine, and she put it to use at once against her rival, the king of Konigheim.”
    “Count Boarswic, you mean,” offered Kern. “You didn’t seem very fond of his kingdom when you spoke of it earlier.”
    Garkim gave a long mental sigh and lightly brushed his temples with his fingertips. Deep in the back of his head he could feel the beginning of a dull pain. One of his headaches was coming. “I believe the king of Konigheim at this time was Brand the Slaver King, as the first Boarswic had died long before. This was a hundred years after the settling of this land by the fleet. The queen of Edenvale then was Rosamund Flame-Hair. And yes, I am not fond of Konigheim, nor is anyone fond of Konigheim who is sane and a lover of life and law. To this day they kidnap our border citizens and sell them off farther north into slavery, though we repeatedly make them regret such doings. But I digress.”
    Garkim felt a surge of anxiety from the men before him. The visitors were now wondering if the kidnapped woman they sought had been sold into slavery in just this manner. It was possible, admitted Garkim to himself, but of no importance for now—except to them. Garkim made a note to check on this later.
    “Rosamund and Brand fought, and Brand’s forces failed. They could not prevail against the army Rosamund’s bloodforge had brought forth. Then Brand found a bloodforge of his own. He conquered Rosamund’s forces and took her bloodforge, too. But he was himself murdered by his own family—a common thing in Konigheim. While Brand’s kingdom fell into civil war, the forces of Edenvale’s royal consort, the dead queen’s husband, discovered another bloodforge. Then the Northmen found the fourth, and finally our own King Helvar found the fifth. As was his right by decree of the gods and his ancestor Aetheric’s command of the fleet that brought the Ffolk to these shores, King Helvar declared himself emperor of the Five Kingdoms and set out forcibly bringing order to the land. He was unsuccessful, but his example continues to inspire us in the present day.”
    “What do these other kingdoms think about having you bring order to them?” The casual question came from the visitor who had not yet spoken—the secret wizard, Trandon.
    The question, though expected, was irksome. “They are not fond of the idea, of course,” said Garkim briskly,