Free Bloodfire Quest by Terry Brooks Page A

at the boy and smiled, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.
    Redden sat all the way up, eyes locked on the creature and its pet lizard. The creature didn’t appear threatening, and a quick look around revealed that it was alone. Redden didn’t miss the curved, serrated blades it carried—two shoved in a leather belt at its waist and a third, much longer knife slung over one shoulder on a strap—but it showed no interest in using either.
    “Mistress,” Redden called softly to the Ard Rhys.
    She came awake at once, pulling off her blanket and sitting up, her eyes looking where he was pointing. She took a moment to count heads, obviously noting the absence of Pleysia, and then she moved over to sit next to him.
    The creature said something to them, but it was in a language the boy didn’t recognize. She shook her head at it, and the creature’s smile broadened.
    “You are not Jarka Ruus?” it asked her in broken Elfish. “You are not of the free peoples, the
ca’rel orren pu’u
?”
    Jarka Ruus. The name given to those imprisoned by the Forbidding.
She shook her head. “No.”
    “Then you don’t belong here. Why are you come?”
    “We came by mistake. Through the wall of the Forbidding. What are you?”
    The creature shrugged. “An Ulk Bog. What do you think I am?” The sharp eyes brightened. “Do you know of us?”
    Khyber Elessedil nodded slowly. “I knew of another Ulk Bog. One from a long time ago. His name was Weka Dart.”
    “Ha!” The creature clapped its hands in glee. “At last! You are the one I have been waiting for.”
    “No, I don’t …”
    “For very long. For years. I wait for so long!” The Ulk Bog talked right over her. “All through years after my uncle passes to other side, long since. I have wait and wait. Now you return, finally! You! I know of you! Your story, your name, your history, I know all!” He released a deep, explosive breath. “You are
Straken Queen
!”
    For long seconds, there was a shocked silence. Then Khyber Elessedil held up her hands in a gesture or denial. “Wait. Your uncle was Weka Dart?”
    The Ulk Bog danced to its feet, quick and lively. “Yes, yes! Do you remember him?”
    “Only from the stories I was told. I am not the one who came here before. I am not the one your uncle knew. That was a different woman, one who served as Ard Rhys before me. Not a
Straken
or a
Straken Queen,
but an
Ard Rhys
. We are not witches. We are Druids. This other woman, the one your uncle knew. Her name was Grianne Ohmsford?”
    “That was her name!” The Ulk Bog darted closer, crouched, and cocked its head. “Why do you say it isn’t you?”
    The Trolls were awake now, standing behind Khyber and Redden and staring at this strange creature. Since they didn’t speak much Elfish, they had no idea what was going on.
    “Grianne Ohmsford is gone. I am her successor. I have never been inside the Forbidding before now. I have never met Weka Dart.”
    The Ulk Bog looked unconvinced. “You are described to me. It must be you! You have Straken magic. You know of Weka Dart. Of the Jarka Ruus. Why do you lie?”
    “No, she isn’t Grianne Ohmsford,” Redden interjected impulsively. “I would know. Grianne Ohmsford was my great-grandfather’s sister. We are family. This isn’t her.”
    As soon as the words left his mouth, Redden Ohmsford knew he had made a mistake. The look that flashed across the Ulk Bog’s face was of anger as black as demon’s blood. It appeared and was instantly gone again. The boy saw it—or maybe he just
thought
he saw it because he
felt
it so strongly—reflected in the creature’s eyes and in a twisting of its features.
    “Who are you?” the Ulk Bog asked, the words a soft hiss. “What is your name?”
    “Redden Ohmsford.”
    “Ohmsford. Of the family of the Straken Queen?”
    “Of the …” He stopped himself, angered he was suddenly feeling so intimidated. “Who are you?”
    The creature smiled, revealing all its teeth.