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to his belt and helped him arrange the straps so they looped over his head and shoulder. Alex felt uncomfortable with a sword at his side and hoped his discomfort didn’t show too much.

The rest of the company armed themselves as well. Bregnest strapped a sword to his side and slung a larger, two-handed sword across his back. He also had a round shield with a bright-red dragon’s head painted on it, which he attached to his saddle.

Arconn carried a longbow with a quiver of black arrows on his back and a long knife at his side. Thrang carried a large double-headed ax and a short sword. He also had a steel helmet with gold and silver inlays, which Alex saw him return to his bag. He looked fierce, even without his helmet, and Alex was glad he was a friend. Halfdan was equipped much the same as Thrang was, though he didn’t look quite so fierce. Tayo, Skeld, and Andy all carried heavy swords and shields, though Tayo also carried a long spear and Andy looped a fair-sized ax on his belt.

“Quite a collection,” said Andy. “Now you see why you needed a weapon.”

“Yes,” said Alex. “But it feels awkward.”

“You’ll get used to it soon enough,” Andy replied. “It’s best to have a weapon handy when you go into wild lands. You should be able to pick up a good knife or perhaps an ax to go with your sword as we travel.”

“So where is the great arch?” Alex asked, his voice lowered so only Andy could hear him.

“Right in front of you,” Andy replied in surprise.

“I don’t see an arch,” Alex protested.

“Well, it’s not really an arch. It’s only calledthe great arch. The two towers and the hills are the base of the arch and the sky is the top.”

“Oh,” Alex replied, feeling a bit unhappy. He’d expected a grand arch of finely cut stone, but what he saw was something almost common.

“It is time,” said Bregnest, looking around the group to make sure everyone was ready. “We have a long road ahead of us, and a quest to complete.”

They all climbed back onto their horses. Alex managed it with more confidence than he’d had that morning, and he gave another grateful pat and thanks to Shahree. Falling into line behind Bregnest and the others, Alex followed the road between the towers on the hills and into his adventure.

chapter five

Three-Legged Troll

Once the company had ridden between the hills that marked the great arch, Alex noticed a change in the landscape. There were no green fields or meadows along the road ahead of them; everything looked brown and dead, like open fields after a long winter. The air was colder on this side of the arch as well, and the thin clouds dimmed the sunlight.

“Springtime is slow to come in Vargland,” said Tayo, as he rode in front of Alex and Andy. “It will be at least a fortnight before anything green appears.”

“Vargland?” Alex questioned.

“That’s where we are now,” replied Andy. “We have passed through the arch into Vargland and its wilderness.”

Tayo grunted. “Tame enough here,” he said over his shoulder. “Not many wild things live near an arch.”

“Why is that?” Alex asked.

“Good magic, maybe,” Tayo replied.

“Do many people come to Vargland?”

“Not so many in recent years,” Tayo answered, as he looked at the land around them.

“I’m surprised there isn’t a town or village closer to the arch,” said Alex.

“Not many people live near an arch,” said Skeld with a smile. “Maybe that’s good magic too.”

“More good sense than good magic,” said Tayo.

“Why’s that?” Alex questioned.

“There have never been a lot of people in the north of Vargland,” answered Tayo. “And just because the great arch is here doesn’t mean a lot of people travel this way. If you were a trader, you could make a better living in the south and not have to face the dangers of these wilder lands.”

The sun was low in the western sky when Bregnest finally halted the company for the night. The wind that had started blowing late that afternoon grew in strength, and the clouds that had followed them all day were growing darker. The smell of rain filled the cold air as they made their camp, and there were distant flashes of lightning. Skeld and Tayo attended to the horses while the rest of the company set up the small tents they had brought with them. Alex thought it would probably rain before morning, maybe even snow with as cold as the wind felt.

“Here now, Alex,” said Thrang, waving Alex closer. “I’ll teach you a bit of magic you’ll find useful on the road.”

“All right,” said Alex in an uneasy tone. He knew the others thought he had magical powers, but he still thought it had to be a mistake.

“Right then,” said Thrang briskly. “Now, watch closely. Inferno!”Thrang commanded, one hand pointing at the small pile of wood he’d gathered.

A branch burst into flame. The fire quickly spread to the rest of the wood, and Alex could feel the heat on his skin.

“Now pay attention,” said Thrang to Alex. He pointed at the fire once more. “Quench.”

As quickly as the flames had appeared, they vanished and the branches were left cold and burnt. Alex put his hand near the pile, but there was no heat at all, and no smoke rose from the branches.

“Good to know how to put out a fire quick if enemies are near,” Thrang explained with a smile. “Now you try.”

Alex scratched his nose as he looked from the branches to Thrang and back again. He knew nothing would happen if he tried to copy Thrang’s magic, but he also knew Thrang was eager for him to try it just the same.

“Inferno,” said Alex loudly, pointing at the pile of branches.

Nothing happened.

“Oh, you need to think of fire,” Thrang said. “And I mean reallythink about it—the heat, the smell, the sound. Focus all of your thoughts on the fire when you give the command.”

Alex wondered for a moment if Thrang was toying with him. But seeing the sincere look on his new friend’s face convinced him that it wasn’t a joke, so he took a deep breath. He thought about the fires at the Golden Swan—how they looked, how they felt—and tried again.

“Inferno!”Alex commanded.

As soon as the word had left his mouth, the entire pile of branches burst into flame. Thrang staggered back, slapping out several sparks that had jumped from the fire into his beard.

“Well done!” Thrang exclaimed, smoke rising from his beard. “Though maybe next time, you should concentrate on a single branch, not the whole pile.”

“Sorry,” said Alex, amazed by what he’d just done. “I wasn’t sure it would work.”

“’Course it works,” Thrang replied with a grunting laugh while continuing to check his beard for sparks. “Now try to put it out. Just think of a plain pile of branches, or a cold pile of ash this time.”

Alex scratched his nose again and thought about the branches without any fire. He was surprised and a little pleased he’d managed to copy Thrang’s magic on his first real try.

“Quench.”

The flames flickered for a moment and went out, a large cloud of smoke rising from the wood. Alex staggered slightly, feeling dizzy. Thrang caught Alex by the arm to steady him.

“Well done indeed,” said Thrang, slapping Alex on the shoulder. “Most people can’t even get the flame to flicker on their first try.”

“Why was it harder to put out the fire than it was to start it?” Alex asked.

“Always harder to put out a fire,” said Thrang. “Fire’s an adventurer’s ally most of the time. It’s hard to give it up.”

“I see,” said Alex thoughtfully. “And why was I dizzy?”

“All magic has a price,” Thrang answered. “Even something as simple as starting and putting out a fire. As you practice, your powers will grow stronger and you won’t even notice the price for such simple magic.”