Chapter 14
Old Ground
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Dale seemed warm and familiar. It was up in the world too, at least, someone had painted the storefronts. Nag Kath walked Charlo through the dock market as folk hurried to finish their business for the day. Even more than Osgiliath, there was always a confusion of languages, often spoken at the top of someone's voice. People looked at him but he didn't see anyone he knew.
His house had a new coat of paint too. It was locked and no one answered the knocker so he made his way up the hill to Brenen's new home. It was a large, two-story with balconies on the upper floors and a sizeable personal garden. He clicked along the flagstones and rapped on the door.
Hebrel must have retired because a younger steward opened the door and smiled before hearing, "Good day. I am Nag Kath to see Brenen. I believe I am expected."
"Of course, Mr. Kath. Please come inside."
The entryway opened into a spacious, main room with large windows on three sides. The steward said he was welcome to have a seat and would let Mr. Fal know he was here. Nag Kath remained standing expecting the bear-hug he got moments later when his old protégé bounded from a hallway. Released, Brenen stepped back and cheered, "It is good to see you, my friend. I wasn't expecting you for another month."
"Things went my way with the usual assortment of strange stories. How are you?"
Brenen was much rounder than in F.A. 20. When the creator Ilúvatar imagined Northmen, it was not eating three squares a day and living in a heated home. Now in his mid-forties, Bren's hair was still full with a trimmed beard showing a little gray. The robust Dale businessman said, "I am just fine. By the stars, it is good to see you. Let us have some introductions."
The man walked back down the hallway and reemerged with an assortment of relatives. All bowed to him except Brenen's wife Nedille who ran over for a kiss. "Oh dear Nag Kath. Welcome home." She turned and said, "You remember Renelda, don't you?"
"I do indeed. Hello Bugs."
A tall woman in her mid-twenties came forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home, Uncle Nag. This is my brood." She wagged her hand to bring two children forth from the hall jamb. "Children, this is Uncle Nag. Nag Kath, these are Aleurn," pointing to a seven-year old girl who looked just her mother, "and this is Brenald." That was for a four-year old boy who stood with his arms crossed, no doubt because this stranger was getting all of his attention.
Nag Kath walked to them and offered his hand. The girl took it with a smile and a curtsy. The little boy wasn't sure what this meant. He glanced at his grand-da who mimed shaking. The youngster offered his little hand as if to a dragon. Nag Kath took it gently and looked him in the eye. "Glad to meet you, young man."
That brought a giggle, though the tyke rubbed his hands together as if to remove whatever they had touched. Brenen said, "Renelda and Luther are staying here until their new place is finished. Have you been home yet?"
"I stopped by but it was locked."
Brenen thought this was a good time to catch-up so he pronounced, "Dear, we're going to walk down to Nag's house." Looking at Nag Kath, "You'll come for dinner, of course?"
"Wouldn't miss it." Brenen rummaged through a drawer full of keys with little string-tags and dropped one in his vest pocket. Taking a gentleman's cane and his hat from the stand by the front door, Brenen gestured for his guest to go first.
Charlo was not used to rounded cobblestones so walking with Brenen was a good way to get the Lossarnach horse used to the slight slip and catch. Brenen asked, "Are you just back?"
"Yes, I came home and then went to your place straight away. You have a lovely house."
"Thank you. We like it. It has come in handy with extra room for family. I've got five grandkids now and another on the way. Life had been very good, Nag. I owe you a great deal."
"You earned it, my friend. I suppose I'll need to ask you a thousand questions about how everyone is doing since I've been gone, starting with your mother."
"She is strong. Her husband died three, is it three, yes, three years ago. Nedille and I are talking about buying the little house just to our left for her. The big place is too much now. I am fortunate. They get on well so it will be good to have her close. She can keep an eye on the little ones too."
Brenen hopped a pot hole and continued, "I suppose I should ask; will you be here a while?"
"I plan to be. I'll always leave for stretches but I think close for a year or two. Before fall I'll make for the Buhr, though. I've been getting regular letters from Ardatha too. Working down the list, how are the King and Queen?"
"I only see them once or twice a year. She is always the picture of health. King Bard is not doing well. He is sixty four, something like that, and is rumored to have trouble with his heart. Friends in high places say he seldom stands or meets people for more than half an hour without rest. The Thainmoot has been postponed a year. Now, their son Bain is a man-grown and by all accounts, a worthy successor. I like him."
Nag Kath said, "I will send them a note now that I am back. Rosscranith too, though I saw him until he left Minas Tirith, when, a couple years ago. He's a good 'un. Tell me of the Brightens brothers."
"Fit as fiddles! No one has Syndolan Eve parties like we used to throw, but they can be counted on as quality guests. Still live in the same place."
"I'll wander around and see everyone. How about Moaan?" Brenen pulled a blank. "Miss Quessan, the healer?"
"Oh, no idea. Haven't seen her in years."
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They arrived at Nag Kath's house. Brenen played with the lock while the Elf took his packs off Charlo. Inside was just like he left it. Brenen said, "An older couple works for the company. They clean and care for a dozen places. Calather still does the fixing-up. Gave the outside a coat of stain last year." Brenen walked into the middle of the large room and turned in a circle. "I haven't been here since you left. Do I need to get you a cook?"
"Good idea, though it will be hard to find someone as good as your ma."
"Bard's wife knows everyone. We should stop at the office on the way back so you can say hello."
Nag Kath nodded and walked around the room. Then he bounded up the stairs to the bedrooms and storage area. All his drawings and paintings were there, covered by a sheet. He would thumb through them at leisure. Returning to the man he considered a son, he put his arm around his shoulder.
There being nothing else to do there for now, Brenen locked-up, handed Nag Kath the key as they walked outside. Brenen said, "Stable's still there. Want to see to this handsome fellow?" Charlo was left with promises of evening oats and the two friends walked west a few blocks to the office of Kathen Properties. Brenen's cousin Bard had managed the day-to-day operations since before Nag Kath left.
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Bard gave the Elf a hug no less grand than Brenen. Unlike his stout cousin, Bard had kept his figure and remained a handsome man. It was Bard who introduced the two partners. It seemed their shares of Kathen had done well. His wife Ros was in the little kitchen making a pot of tea when she heard the commotion and came out for a kiss. Their son was with the building crew. One daughter married the heir of the Chandler's Guild elector and the younger girl still lived at home.
Since tea was ready, Rosalin fetched it along with a little pot of honey in the local tradition. As Brenen had done, Bard asked, "Are you back for a while, Nag?"
"It seems so. I did a large building project for King Aragorn and Prince Faramir in Gondor. That went well. Alas, my marriage did not, but now I am free as a bird."
Rosalin, always a cheerful and never timid woman asked, "Are you still a sorcerer?"
Nag Kath grinned and said, "Worse than ever, I fear. And I've met even more dangerous types in my travels. Please, though, let us keep that to ourselves. For now, I am just Uncle Nag the peculiar Half-Elven. I will tell you this; I got a supply of Gandalf's firework powders in Orthanc. If I can figure-out how to use them without burning down the house, we will have a Syndolan Eve party in the old style!"
Everyone thought that a capital idea. Brenen asked Rosalin to send someone round about cooking and keeping Nag Kath's household. Two women came to mind who were either available or might be looking for a change of scenery. The Elf asked her to mention that his habits were irregular.
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At dinner, Brenen had already told Nedille to leave mention of magic to Uncle Nag. They had plenty of other things to discuss. If you could imagine, she was on the flower committee, knowing full-well the unlikely turn of events that brought the Elf to the royal family. Their home was not in the most stylish part of Dale but they were among the wealthier folk in the city. His third of the troll-hoard alone put him halfway there. Nag Kath's gift of as much and a lifetime of shrewd decisions made the unassuming dock-rat a man of substance. Nag Kath insisting Brenen earn an officer's commission helped overcome his humble beginnings. The portly Northman still rolled out with the reserves every autumn to plink arrows at straw-men, followed by a single pint of tan.
Quite out of the blue, Brenen asked, "Nag, have you thought to your other holdings here?"
"Hmmmm? You've got those now."
"Not all. You gave us Kathen Properties, but you still own a half a dozen outright."
"I had no idea. Really?"
"Indeed. Some of it is just land outside the gates but you've got two shop buildings and a couple apartments in the Slattery district, not to mention the Mason's Guild Hall. They've been trying to buy that for years. We mind them the same as all the rest."
"Well, thank you. I've still got money in the bank here and similar operations in Minas Tirith and Osgiliath. The man on the river was my southern Brenen. Younger and shorter. You'd like him. Now Nedille, tell me about the children."
She explained the fortunes of the three not there. Turenon was at a repair site when his da and Uncle Nag visited. Brenen and Nag Kath agreed years ago that even though he was an honorary grandfather, his eternal youth would eventually be confusing. Uncles can come in all ages.
Second son Gerrulth became a jeweler. Brenen and Nedille didn't mind. Nag Kath had told them of Mr. Tallazh's difficulty of finding room for everyone and it wasn't like the young man needed the income. Nedille and Renelda were each wearing one of his broaches and it was beautiful work. Ardathlin, named in honor of Nag Kath's other family, had married a handsome Lieutenant in the King's guard and told her mother last week that another grandbaby might be in the offing. Renelda had outgrown the nickname Bugs long ago. She was a beauty.
As was his lifetime habit, Brenen only sipped at a single goblet of wine during the meal. Nag Kath might ask him about his long-lost da in a private moment. No ... maybe not. The Elf was off before the sun was gone but would stop by the office in a day or two.
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Back home by lamplight, Eniece poured on him like rain. This was their home, every inch of it. There had been enough time to accept that she would always be with him. And after Flor, it was nice to remember further back.
Nag Kath's breakfast was the last of his Lembas and water from the canteen. No sooner had he wiped his lips than there was a knock at the door. He put her at about thirty-three, dressed in brown homespun with a pug nose and freckles but still an attractive woman. She looked up at the looming Elf and said cheerfully, "Rosalin said you's looking for someone."
He swung the door open and she walked in looking around the large main room saying, "I'm Tella Rancasth. Do some cooking and cleaning."
Her being here meant excellent references. Nag Kath held his chin, as all good decision-makers do, and asked, "What sorts of households have you served, Tella?"
"Mostly families with young 'uns, Mr. Kath.
Did Ros tell you I don't eat meat?"
She shook her head and said, "No. But I can cook other things. Do you eat fish?"
"I do."
"I make a right proper fish stew or can bake it if you have the right kind of oven."
Miss Rancasth, he guessed 'miss' since she was not wearing a wedding band, stood gazing about the home. Wondering what else Rosalin hadn't mentioned he asked, "Did Ros tell you of my other needs?"
The woman gulped in resignation, dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning his trouser fly. Nag Kath stepped back, "She didn't tell you that!"
Miss Rancasth looked up in shock and bleated, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kath. No sir, but I know what it takes for a girl to get a job with a gentleman, well, some of them."
Trying not to break into his largest grin, the Elf said sternly, "That will not be required here, Miss Rancasth. No need to mention this to Ros, either, eh?" Still kneeling, she gulped again and nodded. Nag Kath offered his hand to help her rise and pulled two silvers from his vest. "You're hired. There's probably nothing in the pantry. Get what you need. Can you read?"
She gave an unconvincing shrug, "A little, Mr. Kath."
I'll make out a list of other things shortly. Here's your room …"
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It wasn't until he was on his way to the stable that he had a good laugh. That was not so funny. Men took advantage. He saw the world differently, but he knew he was naïve.
Charlo seemed to like his new situation. There were two mares and a cart-pony in the stalls next to him. The stableman's son remembered Regaldin and was just as impressed with the new horse. Nag Kath took him out the gate and made the two hour ride to Lake Town.
There was new paint here too. He climbed the steps to the Borenne business and saw the fellow who reminded him so much of a young Mr. Tallazh thirty years ago. Now he reminded him of an old Mr. Tallazh. The man recognized him immediately and said, "Welcome back, Mr. Kath. Mrs. Borenne doesn't come in much but I would be glad to take you to her home."
The clerk called into the back to have someone watch the door and walked into the sun. Nag Kath said, "Thank you, Mr. Jemeneth. I hope you have been well."
"Indeed, sir. I have been buying the business for some time. We are having a good year."
"The family has been well served."
Eniece's mother's home was only three buildings over. Nag Kath hoped this would not be too much of a surprise. He asked Ardatha to mention his return to the old lady but mail is never reliable. Mr. Jemeneth rapped the brass knocker three times and took his leave.
A gaunt woman wearing gray opened the door and peered up at the Elf. He said, "Good morning, Miss Urnn."
She blinked a few times, knowing she knew who he was but not sure of the name and said, "Please come in, sir."
Helping her memory, "If you could tell Mrs. Borenne that Nag Kath has come to call?"
Comprehension appeared on her face and she hurried to inform her mistress. Mrs. Borenne came out a minute later and offered her hand for a kiss. She was eighty if she was a day but still had the regal poise and beauty Eniece inherited. Graciously she said, "Ardatha told me you were coming. How nice of you to visit."
"It is my pleasure ma'am. Your grand-daughter has been a good correspondent."
She motioned to a pair of comfortable chairs saying, "Please, Nag Kath. Would you like tea?"
That wasn't even out of her mouth when Miss Urnn appeared with a tray, cups, a steaming pot and honey. He sat down and waited until his hostess was comfortable.
Mrs. Borenne seemed at peace. Her husband died not long after their dear daughter. She threw herself into longtime interests and with the help of many friends still lived a full life. Nag Kath had missed her. They spoke for almost two hours and he left with promises to return often. Mrs. Borenne got teary as he rose, remembering how much Eniece loved him and how he had helped her blossom. He was a dear soul.
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Nearly dusk getting back, Nag Kath dropped by the studio of Master Golord. A new Dwarf opened the complex door and asked as brusquely as only a Dwarf can for the pointy-eared pale one to state his business.
"I am Nag Kath come to pay my respects to Master Golord."
"He is no doubt busy."
In the Elf Lord voice he saved for special occasions, "As are we all, Ghazd (Khuzdul for youngster)." His Dwarvish was poor since they always spoke good Westron, but he knew enough to make a point.
The Dwarf gave him a wide-eyed up-and-down before saying, "Wait here."
It did not take long. The Master came back with the junior fellow, which validated the youngster's decision to interrupt him. "Nag Kath, you old devil! I wondered if you would ever knock on my door again!"
"Wild horses could not keep me away, Master Dwarf."
"Come in, come in! This is Wallord who I hope can find us some tea." Hint taken, the shortbeard hurried as much as Dwarves can do indoors towards a dark hallway. They walked back to the studio and took the same seats they had years ago. "So, tell me of your travels Mr. Kath."
The young Dwarf was instantly there with tea which was too hot just now. Nag Kath let it cool and said, "Of interest to Durin's people, I have spent considerable time with Dwarves of the Glittering Caves. Engineer Thurgin consulted and Lord Gimli got his groats in too."
"I have heard about this; a long water pipe like the one to the palace pool."
With pride Nag Kath said, "Yes, we named the chute from the mountain the Gimli Cascade. It shines different colors of light like a rainbow depending on the sun."
Hardly meaning it Master Golord muttered, "I need to get abroad more."
In the event he actually might, Nag Kath encouraged him, "It is not that far if you take the Great River Road and avoid the Gladden bogs. I'll wager you have caravans down there all the time."
"Indeed. My cousin Urald trades there. Thorbar was with those who settled the caves." Dwarves have endless cousins. Any relation, no matter how distant, is awarded that honor as long as their reputations are relatively clean.
Nag Kath paid the Master a tribute, "I use your little knife often and think of its craft every time. It has received many compliments. I still have the test knife too."
"I thank you for that. Men learned of our work and came for pieces of their own, albeit it without bringing their own mithril. Don't suppose you've come across any more of that?"
"Just the little piece. That was from a troll-hoard. Thankfully, they were well past asking."
"Never hurts to try."
"If you will excuse me, Master Dwarf, I am newly back and must see to errands. I am just here to hope we can bend our elbows with malt beer at leisure."
"I will see you then my friend."
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Nag Kath walked to a soldiers' tavern near the palace gate and asked if anyone had seen Sergeant Burry when he ordered his pie. The old archer still came in a night or so a week. Nag Kath left a hefty tip and asked that the Sergeant be told his old student was in town. If that didn't work, Nag Kath would stop by the home.
Back at the house, Miss Rancasth had already been shopping and was now rearranging the kitchen with a vengeance. She did not seem self-conscious about her employment interview when she asked where he wanted the towels stored. Hopefully that was water over the dam. Nag Kath wrote out a list of foods, household items and sundries Tella would not know to get.
Then he watched her read it. She studied it with the kind of frown unlettered folks use but then asked if Mr. Kath wanted the red or green peppers. So she could read well enough, and she should get some of each.
He had other writing to do:
My Lord King and Lady Queen,
I hope the Valar have smiled on you and your family.
I am just returned from Gondor and will be staying here for some time. If I can be of service, I am at your call. For what it is worth, I have a small measure of ending for the health concern of our Lady Queen so long ago.
With humility, Nag Kath
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Folded and sealed, Nag Kath realized he needed another lad to run errands as he walked to the palace gate and handed the note to a sentry along with a second for Lord Rosscranith.
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The next morning there was business to handle. Nag Kath walked west to the Royal Bank of Dale and asked to see his balance statement. It took some time to confirm he was who he said he was by signing his name for comparison. Finally, old Mr. Colas, who was blind as a mole but as sharp as ever, was located upstairs. He walked down and said, "Good day, Mr. Kath. It is a pleasure to see you again." What he could see was debatable, but none of the junior clerks would gainsay him. His account was worth one hundred twenty two Florin, including the interest. His rental account had another thirty plus four silvers. Nag Kath didn't need any of it but he did change the name on the little one to his charity trust. The Elf wished everyone well and made his way to the Hobbits' home.
Lotold answered the door and beamed with his arms wide. You understand that is not wide in the relative scheme of things, but he meant it as strongly as any Northman. Rather than have the Elf smack his head on the ceiling, Lotold collected Lorens from the kitchen and they all walked outside to the patio. Their wives were shopping but Lotold's oldest son joined them. Nag Kath said, "It was on this porch that we first met all those years ago."
Lorens agreed, "Indeed it was. Uncle Stifo was here and cantankerous as could be. Are you home for a while, Nag Kath?"
He called it home. Was it? Nag Kath thought he might now have two homes because there were people in both that loved him. He also thought he would never stay anywhere very long as his powers increased. "I think a year or two, Lorens. That is no guarantee but it feels about right."
Lotold bore in, "You must tell us all about your adventures. We haven't been any further than Esgaroth since you left."
"I do have some Hobbit news. A couple months ago I visited the Shire with King Elessar. It was the only way to get in. There I met Sam, Pip and Merry. I thought it went rather well, considering I was one of the Uruks chasing them. And I have been much in the company of the Dwarf Gimli so that only leaves the Elf Legolas to meet of the surviving Fellowship of the Ring."
Lotold thought first and queried, "Odd; that. I should have thought he would be the easiest to find."
"I am not sure he wants to be found. I will be in Middle-earth for the foreseeable future and the first ale will be on me if he knocks."
Lorens stated for the record, "You must excuse us, Nag Kath. Our wives have decided that alcoholic beverages are not to be served before the five-bell, for reasons of health."
Lotold rejoined, "Horsefeathers! Here we have the world famous Nag Kath come to visit and we cannot even wet his whistle! We have our reputations as hosts to consider!"
"Quite right, brother. We should not set a bad precedent. May we offer you a libation to take the edge off your hard travel?"
Nag Kath pretended to consider their local standing before agreeing to a half-pint. After draining it he promised to organize a dinner when he found a cook. He had one, but wouldn't subject friends to her meals until he had tried one himself.
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That meal was still a couple hours away so Nag Kath walked to the healing and herb district. Of all the places so far, these buildings had seen the least improvement. Signs were painted and sidewalks swept but it still looked like a place people went to die.
He pushed his hair over his ears and entered a shop that probably would not offer magical cures. He was sure when a plump proprietress cheerfully asked him how she could help. He said with his most charming smile, "I am trying to find a healer known here long ago called Moann Quessan. Before your time, I am sure."
The woman sized him up for other than medicinal purposes and said, "Never heard of her. What do you need, young fellow?"
"She was a midwife who helped me into Dale thirty years ago. I thought she might still be available for a new generation." A Magister could argue that statement was technically true, even if completely misleading.
Since he was obviously spoken-for, she offered, "Three doors east, cross the street. Old lady named Bolaris. She might go back far enough."
Miss, and she would have you know it was Miss, Bolaris was having cold tea in her back room when the bell above the door rang unexpectedly. The elderly herbalist limped into her showroom and appraised the tall young man waiting for help. She was polite enough, "How can I assist, young sir?"
"I am looking for Miss Quessan."
More annoyed than suspicious the lady stated, "You've got the wrong shop. It is just me here."
Nag Kath walked to the counter and placed a silver down so it snapped on the surface. He looked at it for a moment and then said, "We are old friends."
She grumbled, "Old friends stay in touch."
He leaned towards her with, "Are you old friends?"
Oh, this was terrible! That silver would cover this and last month's rent with a pork roast to boot! But Moaan was a good person and this could not possibly be to her benefit. Nag Kath knew he struck gold. In a gentler voice he said, "You don't have to tell me where she is. If you are a friend, she probably mentioned me when she moved up the hill. You keep that silver and ask her if she remembers me. If so, I am at my old house again. Good day, ma'am."
He whistled the Orthanc trail song on the way home.
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His house smelled wonderful. Tella Rancasth could cook. As spelled, her name was pronounced with a lisp but no one had put the "h" on the end in her lifetime.
They had baked fish and he let her sit at table with him, the first time that had ever happened for her. She was sure permission was meal-by-meal but he seemed nice enough. Ros had not given her the details of his diet or private needs but she did say he was more than he appeared. He appeared very handsome and her thoughts drifted during dinner.
That night, Nag Kath was visited by dreams much like at the house of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. It was a call of longing and care but also of satisfaction. What was the Vala Irmo telling him? In his mindful rest, he acknowledged it and let it pass to clear his thoughts. The next morning he was refreshed and ready for more exploring.
Tella found some fresh eggs and loaves at the market yesterday. It would take her another day or two to let the yeast rise to make her own bread. She seemed very refreshed and cheerful too. Nag Kath did not intend to make for Buhr Austar for another month but it paid to learn of the routes in advance. He rode Charlo down to the royal stables. These were escort facilities for when Bard left the city. That wasn't often these days.
Charlo was the bait. He could have just walked down but parading one of King Elessar's stallions past their own handsome mounts put Nag Kath in the category of those who get information first. He also had Tella sew his Dale cavalry reserve-Captain's gorget on his lapel, hoping it wasn't six years out of date.
Sure enough, Charlo brought a crowd. Unlike most horses, Lossarnach bred animals had a tattoo stamped in their ear rather than a burned brand on the flank. It still hurt the poor little foals terribly, but much less than fire. A hardened sergeant said, "Fine mount. Are you new to Dale?"
Nag Kath turned so the sergeant could see his officer's insignia and replied, "I have been away for a while and thought I would take him over the charging lanes."
"Very good, sir."
"No need for that Sarge. We are all just folk in the summer. You might help me though. I make for Buhr Austar this fall and am too recently returned to know the road. What news of either way?"
Since the blonde lad, certainly a rich man's son, said they were off-parade, the sarge spit something brown and whistled for a corporal who was carrying a saddle to the tack room. "Capt'n said he's heading to the Buhrs this fall. How was the Dwarf Road last month?"
The corporal held his unusually shaved chin before saying, "Fine. It was dry. No ruffians reported, even by two or three-wagon teams. Not much forage though, and there'll be less then." He looked at Charlo, "Best bring your own oats Sir."
The Elf said, "Thank you gents. I'm sure I'll see you again."
Sarge drawled, "Well, let us talk about that. My Captain would be sore interested in this fellow." He gave the horse a muzzle-scratch.
"That is reasonable enough. He is Charlo and he is from King Elessar's stud in Lossarnach, below Minas Tirith. I am told he is mostly Rohirric stock with some of the faster Gondor lines from light cavalry. He dearly loves to run."
Another spit, "I don't suppose he would be interested in parenthood?"
That brought a grin and memories of Regaldin's surreptitious romance in Helm's Deep. "I wouldn't mind and I'm sure he would approve." Nag Kath took one of the cards he wrote the night before from his vest and handed it to the Sergeant saying, "I should be easy to find."
Both sides thought that a fair exchange. Nag Kath took Charlo out to the farm roads between the millet fields for exercise before riding back to the block stable. Then he walked to the Kathen office. Bard was there with his son going over a new wall one of the tenants needed for their store. Barthanid was just a boy the last time Nag Kath saw him. Bart was seventeen now and would be a prize when the right girl set her sights on him.
They made polite conversation until Bart excused himself to visit the Woodworker's Guild. Bard shared Brenen's aversion to alcohol so they had cool tea which Ros made by the gallon. Nag Kath kicked his feet up on the chair next to him and said, "Looks like you and yours are in tall barley, Bard."
"Aye, Nag. Bren and I could retire anytime. Our boys are near ready to take the reins, good 'uns both, older than we were. I've got hobbies but I'm not sure what Bren would do with his time. I wish he would take more exercise. You notice that little shuffle in his walk?"
"I did. My healing powers are stronger now, but there isn't much anyone can do for the knife and spoon."
Bard took a long pull of tea and said, "Aleurn, his mother Aleurn, will move below them when we make a deal on that brown house. Bren and Nedille mostly mind the grandkids. Did he tell you there's another on the way?"
"Rumors."
"That will put him at six and counting. Aleurn loves them silly. If she is closer, maybe Bren and Nedille can travel a bit, though I'm sure he hasn't been on a horse since Vandery died. What's that, twenty years ago?"
Nag Kath smiled after his own swig, "Almost. Course, getting the ladies on a horse is the tricky part. Can Nedille ride?"
"Just a man-cart. They're all over modern Dale ... run over your foot if you don't step lively. They have their own Guild now."
"I saw. I'm a little surprised he hasn't visited Ardatha."
"No need. She is here every other year for the Thainmoot, mostly to see her granna – always stops by. Her young 'uns are teenagers and the oldest bore her two grandbabes for good measure. Old Thain Conath doesn't make the trip anymore. His oldest steers the boat now."
"We stay in touch. Conath has two fine sons. Good soldiers. How about Bart, is he a man-of-arms?"
"A better archer than either his da or uncle, if I say so myself. You taught him and Burry let him train after harvest. Fair rider too."
"Oh, good. I stopped by Burry's watering hole to leave word."
Bard thought fondly of the tough old sarge and said, "He is the same as ever and still quick on his feet. Heard tell a hill brat gave him lip at last year's training and got some stitches for his sass."
"I'll wager that is a story to go with a pitcher of tan."
"You'll get no takers. I expect you can still pin a fly at fifty paces."
"Probably. See here, Bard. I'm settling in and will be here a season or two at least. Let us conspire to get Bren on a swayback nag and ride a stone off him. In the meantime, he told me I still have property. I don't remember which ones. Suppose I should pop round for a look."
One was a building with four nice apartments just below the Cheesemakers' district. Another was less inviting down by the docks. Urchins were playing in a horse trough in front. The two shop buildings were side-by-side near the boatwrights. Both were leased and seemed to be doing good trade. Nag Kath didn't enter either. His policy was still to keep a low profile. There was no need to see the Mason's Guild. Everyone knew where that was.
The ground outside was near the Erebor Gate close by Master Golord's compound. The Long Road Inn seemed to be doing business. No matter. If the men who ran Kathen Properties wanted to keep it, who was he to say otherwise?
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Tella made vegetable pies for dinner. His was delicious. With his Elvish appetite he only finished half and let his proud cook know it wasn't her recipe. She said she would make smaller ones. After dark Nag Kath put an oil lamp on either side of his table and brought a handful of his old drawings downstairs to look. They weren't as good as he remembered but were now his own version of the Red Book of Westmarch. A pile of newer pictures from the trip north went into empty hanging files.
That night he was again visited by dreams of longing and release. This time they lingered. He pulled out of his meditation and realized it wasn't a dream at all. Those were noises in his house. Nag Kath crept down the stairs and heard Tella pleasuring herself. It was so quiet that a human would never hear. To Elf ears, it was plain as day.
He smiled and went back to his room. Shutting the door he found deep rest difficult. Proper Elves had training to block distractions along with controlling their own impulses. He had neither skill and it had been a long time since bedding Flor. Putting his pillow over his head didn't work. Humming Tom Bombadil songs under the pillow didn't work. His choices were to tell her to stop or wait until he was not home, dismissing her or finding her a man. Looking down, his body suggested another option but that would cause more trouble than it solved.
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She was her usually sunny self while serving the morning omelet. He was more reserved. The bought-bread was fine but Tella assured him they would have their own tonight. There was a loud knock at the door. Nag Kath had been handing out invitations for the last two days so it could be anyone, but that was a soldier's knock for sure.
Standing at the door was grizzled old Burry. He had lost some weight, in a good way, and was as formidable as ever. Burry gripped his hand in the greeting of Northmen as he stamped inside. The Master Archer knew the house well and found a chair without being told. The Elf asked his amorous cook, "Do we still have tea?"
There was plenty and she bustled off to fetch a mug and honey pot. Burry stared at the tall ceiling and said, "I got an ale last night and they told me you had been round. No name, but no one else fits your description. Been back long?"
"Good to see you, Burr. Just a few days. The place hasn't changed."
"Times are good. Nobody walks no more."
Nag Kath wondered, "Man-carts?"
"All over, they are. One of them ran into Corporal Dungan last month and then the dougsh sassed him for standing in the road. Well, you know Dungan. That may stand as the city record for how far you can fling one of those things from a battlement."
"I hope it was empty!"
Burry laughed, "Aye, at least it was when it landed."
"Are you still stalking the keep?"
The old soldier said without rancor, "Four years ago they culled the bull elks. I still teach the militia for a few coppers but I'm retired now. Saved my pay, kept a few of your coins and we bought the apartment above ours. Now the rent pays for our food and I wrestle the bairns. Oh, and Lola sends her best."
Nag Kath said, "I haven't been upstairs (the nickname for inside the palace walls) but there aren't as many men in the turrets."
"Getting soft, we are! Thirty years without a good war will do that. The men up there are professionals, but I shudder to think of breaking out of Erebor with journeymen glassblowers to the fore. That would be a proper goat's breakfast!"
The Elf thought the same. "Though I understand Bart, son of Bard is a fair hand."
"A good 'un. He's got your eye. He'd better be sure he isn't ordered to lead light cavalry into spears by some hill brat. Probably won't come to that. Easterlings are farmers now." He leaned forward more seriously, "Heard tell some of their hard men are itching for empire again. That's fine as long as they stay on their side of the river."
Tella came up to them and curtsied before saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Kath. I'll just get to the market now."
He said, "That's fine. Oh, Tella, this is my old friend Burry who taught me archery. He's welcome anytime. Burr this is Tella."
The big man said he was pleased to meet her and gave her an extra look as she sashayed to the door. "Nag, you do seem to find them."
"Just met her. Bard's wife sent her down to cook. How's your brood?"
"Towing the line, they are. My middle boy is having a rough patch. His wife divorced him and he's mooning about like a calf."
Nag Kath pondered, "Divorce is not easy here."
"Just long. She wrote the petition a year ago and it was proclaimed in May. He's staying with us now since her da owned the house."
"No kids?"
"Nay, that was the problem." Burry leaned forward again, "Between us, she did not care for the marriage bed. He's a normal man and wants a family. It is probably for the best."
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Oh, thank you old Burr, solver of riddles. This might not rank up there with preventing Bard's assassination, but as a scheme, it was perfect in its simplicity. "Burry, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I am going to send Tella by your house this afternoon to get the Arrow of Dulnach. It has sentimental value to me."
"The arrow of what?"
"It's the rankest turkey-quill target-shaft you have to scrape your boots. What matters is that your love-sick boy is the one who gets it for her, might even ask her inside while you look. Understand?"
Nobody's fool; Burry grinned to rival Nag Kath and recalled, "I have just the one. You might give her the evening off, being as you're visiting one of your lordly friends for dinner, unexpected like."
"Must have slipped my mind."
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Not much happened for a few days. Nag Kath found time to get fitted to replace the dress-clothing he left in the White City. He went fishing at the Chairn Stream towards Erebor, wondering what would bite at venison soaked in barley spirits. The trout liked hooks bound with green and red thread and he brought them home to be cooked by his tired servant.
While he was out, a sealed note arrived by a messenger in livery. That was Rosscranith's ring or he was a fool. He should come up to the man's house tomorrow after dinner for a goblet of Dorwinion. It did not have the usual excuse printed at the bottom for regrets.
Nag Kath wore the best he had and gave his name to the sentry at the main gate. There was no confusion. The Corporal pushed the gate and made sure the visitor knew how to get there. Journa opened the door herself and welcomed him inside. They had entertained another couple for dinner but cleared them out after a decent interval so the Lord Colonel and Elf could talk.
Rosscranith walked out of the kitchen with a cup in his hand, said hello and went back for another. The two arranged themselves in comfortable chairs as the lady of the house excused herself. Without a word, Rosscranith raised his cup. Nag Kath did the same. The man had always reminded him of Captain Marchand. He was what good men aspired to be.
"Welcome back, Nag Kath. Congratulations on the aqueduct."
"Good to be back. It actually works! It is nice to know men can still build great things. You've been back what, two years now?"
"Almost. We liked Minas Tirith. Despite the distance, it is more like here than anywhere in-between. That was my last posting. I am retired now, except for consulting."
This was cordial but not a social call. Nag Kath hinted, "A bird told me things go ill with the King."
"His heart. He can't get his wind. He waves from the window on holidays but Bain controls the army. The son is good, a bit like his grand-da, leading from the front."
The Elf said, "I sent the King and Queen a letter the same day as yours. We settled the witch from Nauthauja."
"I heard. Good work. Things would be different if Counselor Finrales had succeeded here, or even failed less grandly."
"A noble in Dol Amroth tried the same thing. It seems the witch's apprentice wanted the job instead and put paid to the old one before she got on the boat. That one is ashes now too. I did see Durnalath in case they were using her again. She is fine and happy. Her son should be commissioned in their Marines by now." Nag Kath put his elbows on his knees and folded his long fingers. Picking his words carefully, "You know something."
"Easterlings. The old Bror died two years ago. The favored son took the miter but his brother has adherents, mostly on our side of their lands, same sort of hard men you settled when I was younger. It's been a dry year. Scouts in the Buhrs and ferry report parties on horse probing forward positions. No one has come to blows yet, but they aren't being discreet."
Nag Kath knew the wily Colonel had ears along the water but knew better than to ask. He did venture, "And north?"
Colonel Rosscranith leaned back in his chair and had a satisfying pull of the wine. "No flies on you, Elf. There are noises there too, more along your former line. No attacks, but we have reports. Sheep go missing." The man would know Nag Kath planned to visit his step-daughter soon. The Buhr Thains were the first line of defense. It looked like he would be taking the Iron Hills road looking for orcs.
Nag Kath did his sums, "I'll need a dozen of your best, dressed like tinkers. Better put me with your eyes on the wastelands too, numbers, arms, beasts, everything you've got."
"Sarn't Edelbras cleans-up well. Expect him soon."
"How does the Prince fit in?"
"He knows. So does his Highness. This is official. Training this harvest will not be a beer party."
Nag Kath said, "I saw Burry. His nose is twitching too."
"I hope his uniform still fits. That's where we're weakest, Nag Kath; tough sarn'ts who can feed their men when the enemy starves."
"I'll leave in two weeks."
"Good. Their Highnesses want to see you first. Watch for that."
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Two days later: "Tella, you have been coming home late. Are you working for another employer?" Nag Kath's voice was not accusing, just businesslike.
Cook/cleaners could be in-house or day-work, depending on the home. They had never really discussed that. She had a room here, a nice one by service standards, but that didn't mean she couldn't have another somewhere else.
The flustered domestic stammered, "Oh no, Mr. Kath. This is my only work. I'm sore shamed if I have let you down."
He was really just teasing her but it also might let her think she was getting away with the more serious transgression of rolling in the hay with a newly divorced Northman in this staid land. After the pretty blonde artist recoiled from her, she probably wasn't sure of his tastes. Poor Burry would be hearing more than little whimpers at his house, but he could sleep through anything.
Sounding more serious that he felt; "Very well. Don't want to make you stay if this household isn't to your liking."
"I like it here fine, Mr. Kath."
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Later that morning there was another soldier's knock. Tella fair shot to the door proving her sense of duty and greeted the man respectfully. He said, "I am Edelbras to see Nag Kath."
"Won't you come in, sir?"
The fellow looked more like an officer before he was transferred to quiet-work. Edelbras was tall, plain, softspoken. Nag Kath came forward to shake his hand and show him into the main room. Tella fetched tea, watching for the signal that her employer needed privacy. She got it and announced that she was going out for groceries.
Edelbras watched her saucy exit just as Burry had done but quickly looked at the Elf saying. "The Colonel told me more about you than he wanted to. Good thing. I wouldn't have guessed by your looks."
Nag Kath brushed his hair behind one ear and said, "Rogue Elf, left behind. I have my uses."
Special Assistant Edelbras leveled, "Rosscranith was square with me so let us be as well. Here is what we know; the Easterlings have a quiet civil war on their hands. The heir, Dulgov, got the better lands further east. The pretender has been consolidating territory on their side of the Redwater. Other than probes they have kept this bloodless.
"The trouble is that the harvest along the river will be poor, for them and us. The Bror has no need to share his Rhûn bounty with the usurper. We think Frûnzar, that's his name, is looking west or he risks his warriors seeking accommodation with the Bror."
Nag Kath listened intently and asked soldier's questions including, "What kind of horse can they field?"
"We don't think much. Thain Durnaldar keeps a weather-eye on their comings and goings. They are not great hands at raising stock and they haven't stolen enough mounts to put up much of a fight. Our friends in Rohan haven't sold them any either. But they have been buying steel, old swords from the war. And they are not beating them into plowshares."
Nag Kath cut to the chase, "Do they have old friends to the north?"
Edelbras sighed and then formed what could be called a smile, "There have been reported orc sightings just above the road. Armed bands of no more than twenty at a time but we think different bunches. They can stand a little light. Forgive my insensitivity but couldn't your kind as well?"
"Yes, but we were bred to it. If these local lads have picked-up the knack, that is new. Do you know what they eat? Those wastes aren't hospitable."
"I don't know." The Sergeant was pleased that the Elf wasn't defensive about his origins. They were going into the dragon's mouth and he did not need weaklings. If what Rosscranith said about him single-handedly carving Easterlings into steaks was half accurate, they had the right man. Nag Kath surprised him with the next question, "How much grain can we get to the northern border on short notice?"
"I'll inquire."
The Elf said, "Then we'd better get cracking. I'll send a letter to Thorin Stonehelm. They have skin in the game."
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"Morning Burry, sleeping well?"
"Hughmmmmm."
"That's what I thought. I need another favor."
Burry was still but then smiled thinking of his son's happiness. "No problem."
"I need two hundred unmarked war-headed shafts in a week. Used is fine. Pilfered from royal stock is fine. Price is no object but this has to be quiet, deadly quiet."
The burly Sergeant dropped his pretense of fatigue and gave Nag Kath his full attention. "North or east?"
"North."
"Dougsh! See what I can do."
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After lunch a messenger in hill livery brought another letter sealed with another signet Nag Kath knew well. The man said nothing but stayed until his delivery was read. The Elf nodded his assent and the man was gone.
The next morning at ten thirty Nag Kath presented himself at the palace gate in his newly arrived togs. They pinched around the armpits but would have to do. He was passed without demurrer and made his way to the Hall. Guards nodded him through at each door. Their Highnesses were in the same pretty room he remembered from the Queen's care. She rose to offer her hand and accept his bow. King Bard remained seated on the couch but nodded and smiled. Delatha spoke for them, "Welcome back, Nag Kath. How fortunate you are to never age."
"Your Ladyship has the same talent."
"Were that but true. Please, have a seat."
He sat on the couch and waited. King Bard cleared his throat twice and said in a strong voice, "We always seem to involve you in some intrigue. It is a wonder you return."
"Service is my honor, your Highness."
The King halted for a moment and then carried-on, "Before we look at the business at hand, I would be interested in hearing old stories."
Nag Kath looked at the Queen, who had indeed cheated time as well as any woman could hope. Some faces, like his mother-in-law's, never lost their grace. "There is not much to tell. My best guess is that the witch who afflicted My Lady and the young woman from Nauthauja was contracted for similar villainy in Dol Amroth, presumably hoping enough time and distance to not be recognized.
"Her apprentice killed her and took the errand herself, aiding another witch in Belfalas who needed more power for the spells. I went there at the request of King Elessar taking yet another witch of considerable power but inclined toward right actions and we foiled the plot. The apprentice was killed along with her local counterpart and Prince Imrahil settled-up with an ambitious noble much as your Highness did here.
"None of this is secret. The good witch was acclaimed for her courage and is living large in her new land. Lady Durnalath actually lives there now but she was unaffected and lives a full life with her family."
Queen Delatha clapped her hands together, more for a happy ending than revenge on her tormentor, and then looked to her dear husband. She knew she was losing him. The King was kingly and brought the subject back to his borders. "Nag Kath, Rosscranith has briefed you on events north and east. He said you are willing to serve your adopted country." Bard needed a moment to call his reserves. This was the final thing he needed to get right in this life. "You are resourceful and brave. Will you help my people?"
"It would be my privilege, Sire. I make for the Buhrs in a week. Edelbras is exactly the man I would have sought if you hadn't thought of him for me. I took the liberty of seeking an audience with Thorin Stonehelm. I'll need to speak with his cousin in the Iron Hills. They will know more than they have shared thus far. It is time to remind them of successful alliances before the world forgets."
Bard summoned the last of his energy to say, "Go with my blessing. I'll send word to the King Under the Mountain as well. We go back together. May the Valar keep and protect you, Nag Kath."
Dismissed, the Elf rose as did the Queen. She walked him to the door saying softly, "I will speak to the heir this very day. He readies our men without raising alarm. May your journey be blessed."
"Thank you, My Lady. If it falls within your reach, a word with Miss Quessan might help me ere I go."
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"Tella."
She dearly hoped this was not another admonition for evenings out. Smiling on the outside but wincing within, she presented herself at the table where the strange blonde man was busy with his hobbies. "Yes, Mr. Kath?"
"I journey to my daughter's home in the east earlier than planned, in little more than a week. You must keep the place in fine condition until I return, which may not be until spring. Here is your salary, in advance." He slid over several silvers and added, "Ros will see to the upkeep of the home. If you like, you may have company visit, providing, of course, that they are respectable women of sound family." He knew good and well that her lusty Northman did not fit the description, but bending her master's interpretation of reasonable guests should get Burry's household much needed rest.
Over the next few days he had her purchase an assortment of powders and papers from far-flung regions of the city along with the curious cane stalks with hollow interiors, big ones, mind you, not the smaller ones people used for catching fish. She fretted watching the tireless man fiddle with piles of these things and some from his travel bag. If everyone did not know that sorcerers and dark magic had been banished from the Fourth Age, one might think he was conjuring. It was silly to even think such thoughts! They were gone, weren't they?
Tella also saw him visit his friends to let them know of his accelerated departure. The two little Hobbits even came to visit. She had never spoken with a Halfling before and wouldn't you know; they were just ordinary folk!
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Another visitor, an elderly woman, came the day before he left. She had been here before, long ago. Tella went shopping.
"Good to see you, Moaan."
"Against your own demons, you survived! You are lucky, Nag Kath."
"No argument there. I'm off against Easterlings, maybe orcs this time too. We found the witch from Nauthauga, in Osgiliath, dead as Durok. Her assistant killed her for a commission just like the one here. You can help me. Any idea what poison would make a person's tongue turn blue?"
Before she would answer, Miss Quessan needed some background, "Did you have any help in Osgiliath?"
"Dol Amroth. And yes, a Mrs. Hürna."
Quessan raised an eyebrow, a sweeping gesture among her expressions, "You are moved-up in the world, Sir Elf. Even I've heard of her. Did she survive?"
"The Prince created her Lady Hürna of Galador and bestowed a nice house and a purse of gold."
"Blue tongue is probably gressroot cursed with a binding spell. Lady Hürna would know that."
"I got that from the undertaker after the affair in Belfalas was put to bed."
With curiosity and not an ounce of fear, Miss Quessan said, "I can feel your power, Nag Kath. Are you a monster yet?"
"I wonder myself, but no, I am somehow an innocent, applied loosely. I married again, lost her and a child, dug a ditch and still care for folk."
"Tell me about it when you return safely. Here is a card with my address."
When he looked later it was blank. He would have to discover its secret.