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other five knives, I should be able to get an indication of their location using this one to track the others. Or at least that's the theory,” Lusam replied not sounding too confident in his ability to achieve the task. Renn nodded in reply, and took a step back to allow Lusam enough space to attempt his location spell.
Lusam balanced the knife on the small pebble using its natural central balancing point. He thought to himself how much more difficult it would have been to do this with an unbalanced knife. He smiled to himself knowing Neala would never in a thousand years have listed this amongst the important reasons to have perfectly balanced throwing knives. Concentrating on the knife, and especially the enchantment he had placed upon its blade, he pictured in his mind what he wanted to achieve; to use the one knife he already had to seek its companion blades.
The knife began to move slowly to the left, then it moved to the right. Rocking back and forth through one hundred and eighty degrees. The range of movement gradually reduced over several seconds until it stopped completely, pointing towards a position on the map. Lusam eyed through the line where the dagger pointed intersecting the representation of the road, and marked it with another small stone.
“There. That's where they are,” Lusam said excitedly pointing at the small stone he had just placed on the map. Renn studied the location of the stone in relation to their position, then crouched down beside the map.
“If you're correct then they are exactly where I would have expected them to be right now. To have reached that location in the time they have been travelling would mean they are neither in a rush, nor taking their time traversing the road. Maintaining a pace like that would indeed take them about nine days to reach Stelgad, which means we should arrive before them, but only if we continue at the pace we have set, and they don't increase their speed of course,” Renn informed Lusam.
“That's good news,” Lusam said retrieving Neala's knife and placing it safely back in his belt. “We should refill the waterskin while we are here; who knows where the next water-source will be?”
Renn glanced back over his shoulder at the steep muddy riverbank, still wet and very slippery from where he had managed to clamber up to safety after escaping the river water. Lusam noticed the resigned look appear on Renn's face; that of a man who knew he was about to lose his dignity once more to the slippery riverbank. Lusam chuckled at the images he still had in his head of Renn's ungraceful accent of the steep muddy riverbank.
“What's so funny?” Renn asked, obviously guessing exactly why Lusam found the situation so amusing. Lusam momentarily contemplated not saying a word, and letting Renn attempt to refill the waterskin just for the entertainment value. But he knew Renn was wet enough to make running very uncomfortable for the rest of the day already, and he didn't want to make his journey even more arduous than necessary just for his own entertainment.
“Give me the waterskin, I can fill it from here,” Lusam said with a grin on his face. Renn paused a moment before handing him the waterskin, just long enough for Lusam to realise how astute a man Renn actually was. He seemed to know exactly what had been on Lusam's mind seconds before, but he never said a word. Lusam tried very hard to keep a straight face, but failed miserably as he often did in similar situations. He uncorked the waterskin and then manipulated the river water in a similar fashion to when he removed the gold from the river in Helveel. A long fountain-like stream of water arced through the air from the river and terminated inside his waterskin, quickly filling it to capacity. Lusam cancelled the spell and the excess water fell to earth with a splash, then he re-stoppered the waterskin and held it out to Renn.
“Tell me something, if you can lift water like that, can you lift heavy
Lusam balanced the knife on the small pebble using its natural central balancing point. He thought to himself how much more difficult it would have been to do this with an unbalanced knife. He smiled to himself knowing Neala would never in a thousand years have listed this amongst the important reasons to have perfectly balanced throwing knives. Concentrating on the knife, and especially the enchantment he had placed upon its blade, he pictured in his mind what he wanted to achieve; to use the one knife he already had to seek its companion blades.
The knife began to move slowly to the left, then it moved to the right. Rocking back and forth through one hundred and eighty degrees. The range of movement gradually reduced over several seconds until it stopped completely, pointing towards a position on the map. Lusam eyed through the line where the dagger pointed intersecting the representation of the road, and marked it with another small stone.
“There. That's where they are,” Lusam said excitedly pointing at the small stone he had just placed on the map. Renn studied the location of the stone in relation to their position, then crouched down beside the map.
“If you're correct then they are exactly where I would have expected them to be right now. To have reached that location in the time they have been travelling would mean they are neither in a rush, nor taking their time traversing the road. Maintaining a pace like that would indeed take them about nine days to reach Stelgad, which means we should arrive before them, but only if we continue at the pace we have set, and they don't increase their speed of course,” Renn informed Lusam.
“That's good news,” Lusam said retrieving Neala's knife and placing it safely back in his belt. “We should refill the waterskin while we are here; who knows where the next water-source will be?”
Renn glanced back over his shoulder at the steep muddy riverbank, still wet and very slippery from where he had managed to clamber up to safety after escaping the river water. Lusam noticed the resigned look appear on Renn's face; that of a man who knew he was about to lose his dignity once more to the slippery riverbank. Lusam chuckled at the images he still had in his head of Renn's ungraceful accent of the steep muddy riverbank.
“What's so funny?” Renn asked, obviously guessing exactly why Lusam found the situation so amusing. Lusam momentarily contemplated not saying a word, and letting Renn attempt to refill the waterskin just for the entertainment value. But he knew Renn was wet enough to make running very uncomfortable for the rest of the day already, and he didn't want to make his journey even more arduous than necessary just for his own entertainment.
“Give me the waterskin, I can fill it from here,” Lusam said with a grin on his face. Renn paused a moment before handing him the waterskin, just long enough for Lusam to realise how astute a man Renn actually was. He seemed to know exactly what had been on Lusam's mind seconds before, but he never said a word. Lusam tried very hard to keep a straight face, but failed miserably as he often did in similar situations. He uncorked the waterskin and then manipulated the river water in a similar fashion to when he removed the gold from the river in Helveel. A long fountain-like stream of water arced through the air from the river and terminated inside his waterskin, quickly filling it to capacity. Lusam cancelled the spell and the excess water fell to earth with a splash, then he re-stoppered the waterskin and held it out to Renn.
“Tell me something, if you can lift water like that, can you lift heavy
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