Prayer 

"...Guide my actions so they will not cause Bernaldo any more sorrow.  
Be with him always, amen," Sutekh finished his silent prayer.  He was 
kneeling before an alter, a cleric standing beside him.  Sutekh nodded 
and again bowed his head, this time to receive the cleric's blessing.  
	"...and may Delleb be with you," ended the cleric's 
benediction.  
	Sutekh rose and, thanking the cleric, left the tower and 
entered the courtyard where Adaz and the horses were waiting.  
	"Ready?" Sutekh inquired.  
	"Not really.  I'm used to late nights, not early mornings," 
Adaz replied.  "In fact, I'm used to going to bed at dawn and getting 
up in the late afternoon."  
	"That's rather ironic," Sutekh commented.  "A drow who loves 
the daylight and a human that doesn't.  We'll make a fine pair on the 
road, no doubt."  
	"Ah, but you cheat.  You use magic on your eyes while I have 
none to change my sleeping habits."  
	Sutekh shrugged and inspected his gear one last time.  His 
main weapon, the Sword of Lyons, was stowed in one of his saddlebags 
with its invisible hilt protruding, just in case.  This short sword 
had the sometimes annoying power of, when sheathed and belted on, 
making the wearer invisible; an invisibility better than any spell 
Sutekh could manage.  
	For show, a long sword was hanging from his saddle.  The only 
weapons on his person were an enchanted dagger, a boot knife, the 
quarrels to his hand-crossbow.  The hand-crossbow itself was stowed in 
a saddlebag.  
	Just before mounting up, Sutekh slipped on his backpack.  
	"I give," Adaz sighed.  "Why do you wear a backpack when 
you're riding a horse?" 
	"My spellbooks are in it," he said simply, as if that answered 
her question.  However, seeing that she was far from satisfied, he 
continued, "Horses die, sometimes quickly.  I might not have time for 
anything more than grabbing my sword.  Thus my sword is the only thing 
of importance that isn't carried on my person."  
	"Your horse is not going to die," she said rather sternly.  
	"On the contrary, my horses have a tendency to die.  Come to 
think of it, this one might be a record; I've had it over three 
years."  
	"You're cruel!" Adaz accused him, but then her curiousity got 
the better of her.  "What happens to them?" 
	"Let's see; slain by arrows, run onto pikes, taken by orcs, 
taken by Ecthalion..."  
	"Don't say his name," Adaz responded without thinking.  
	"Excuse me, taken by 'Ee', taken by slavers..."  
	"Wait a minute.  You ran your horse onto pikes?" 
	"Is it just you or do all human women interrupt when someone 
is talking?"  Sutekh was careful not to meet her gaze.  "Yes I ran it 
onto pikes, intentionally.  Somebody had to take out the guards and 
the horse and a raven were the only ones on my side.  And, for your 
information, I nearly lost my spellbooks because they were in my 
saddlebags.  Come to think of it," Sutekh finished with a shrug, "I 
nearly lost my life."  
	Adaz was hurt.  "How can you do that to such sweet creatures?" 
she asked, patting the withers of her horse.  
	"Adaz, horses are too big and too stupid to be sweet.  
Children are sweet.  Songbirds are sweet.  Even weasels are sweet from 
time to time..."  His familiar squirmed inside a pouch at Sutekh's 
side as his thoughts touched it.  "Horses are just big and dumb."  
	Adaz turned her back on him and jammed her unstrung short bow 
into the arrow-case strapped to her horse.  Walking to the other side 
of the animal, she hung her small sword from the saddle horn and swung 
into the saddle.  Sutekh mounted his own steed and the two rode out 
the gate of Autumnwell Castle and through the village of Autumnstead.  
	"What's the route?" Adaz asked through a yawn.  
	"South the length of the Wildcoast, west through Celene and 
the Duchy of Ulek, then into the mountains in search of a tower built 
into a mountain; a tower once owned by a dwarven smith."  
	"Why?" 
	"A friend of mine will be going there as soon as we can get 
back and let him known what he's in for.  The smith is, or was, one of 
the best and Ivan was apprenticed to him at one time.  Apparently some 
pretty strange stuff has happened there of late and Ivan means to 
straighten it out.  Ee might be involved."  
	Adaz was instantly awake.  "You know, Greyhawk really isn't 
such a bad place."  
	"He's not that big and bad, Adaz," Sutekh laughed.  "Besides, 
he won't be there.  He's preparing for war, remember?" 
	"That's what you say.  I've noticed not too many people 
believe you."  
	"Bernaldo does.  Does anyone else matter?" 
	Adaz sighed.  "So how long will this journey take?" 
	"A month?" Sutekh shrugged.  "Depends on when the horses die," 
he finished with a smile.  
	Adaz just shook her head.