Chapter 14 - Part 10

Pellhomno frowned, examining the rubbing that the fey had provided him with. “You are sure that this is accurate?” he asked.

The tiny figure, barely as tall as the width of the centaur’s spread hand, buzzed its wings angrily and darted back and forth as it responded in Sylvan. “He tells the horsey that he found it, he tells the horsey, again and again he tells the horsey, why doesn’t the horsey listen? Why? He finds it under the toadstool of his grandfather, grandfather studied a lot, many notes, including colored chalk on old stones, he says it, he tells the horsey already!”

“Er, yes,” Pellhomno said. “Sorry I doubted you.”

The fey snorted. It had been providing Pellhomno with several interesting odds and ends over the years, and it always felt that it was entitled to more respect than it got. “Stupid horsey,” it mumbled again. “Did the horsey forget the agreement, I wonder? I don’t know that it did not.”

Pellhomno smiled and withdrew some very rare berries from his bag. Each was barely as wide as one of his fingernails, but was a large melon to the winged man. The man chortled, grabbed the berries, and flew off without saying another word.

Pellhomno looked back at the rubbing, and frowned. “Three become four become three become four become three,” he said aloud. “I wonder what that means.” One thing was for sure, Meschashmal would need to see this.