Free The Star of Morcyth: The Morcyth Saga Book Five by Brian S. Pratt

priest was born in
Saragon.
    “Did you go to Saragon?” asks Ellinwyrd.
    “Yes,” replies James, nodding. “As a matter
of fact I did.”
    “What did you find out?” he asks.
    “I think a long time ago, someone planted a
prophecy or riddle or something like that with one family,” he
explains. “There may have been more but we didn’t have time to hunt
for them. It went like this…

    When the Fire shines Bright,
    And the Star walks the Land.
    Time for the Lost,
    Will soon be at Hand.

    At the foot of the King,
    Bathe in his Cup.
    Pull his Beard,
    To make him sit Up.

    Seven to Nine,
    Six to Four.
    Spit in the wind,
    And open the door.

    When he’s done, he sits back and waits for
Ellinwyrd’s response. “Doesn’t make much sense does it?” he asks
after Ellinwyrd remains quiet for a few minutes.
    “No, it doesn’t,” he replies. “Some of it I
understand. The star must mean the Star of Morcyth, not the
medallion you’re carrying, but the real one.”
    “Oh?” he asks.
    “Since your last visit, I’ve been doing
research about Morcyth and I’ve come up with several items of
note.”
    “Such as?” prompts James.
    “The Star of Morcyth is the focal point of
the god on this world,” he says. “Through it, the old writing says,
many wonderful things were accomplished by the priests of Morcyth.
Just what, isn’t mentioned.”
    “Now the fire which is mentioned, I saw
mentioned in the same text as the one which told of the Star.
Dmon-Li, the god who obliterated Morcyth’s priesthood also has a
focal point in this world, that being the Fire. Through it,
terrible things happened. It seems that whoever is in possession of
one of these focal points is able to have tremendous power. The
text doesn’t say where any of these are, most likely they’re in the
possession of the high priest of each order.”
    “Interesting,” states James. Nothing new
here, just reinforcing what he already knew.
    “The next stanza doesn’t seem to make much
sense,” says Ellinwyrd with a smile. “I mean who’s going to bathe
in a cup at the king’s feet and then pull his beard?”
    “I know,” says James.
    Suddenly, what sounds like a church bell
begins tolling. “What’s that?”
    “It signals that the Royal Court will be
meeting shortly,” he replies.
    Coming to his feet, James says, “I better go
then.”
    “Surely you don’t plan to present yourself
before the Royal Court looking like that are you?” Ellinwyrd
asks.
    Looking down at himself, he realizes what he
means. His travel worn clothes would be ill suited for such an
occasion. “What should I do?”
    Getting up, Ellinwyrd says, “Follow me.”
Moving to the door of his sanctum, he opens it and passes through
with James right behind.
    “Where are we going?” he asks.
    “To get you suitable attire,” is the
reply.
    Following Ellinwyrd, he moves along the
hallway and ascends up a flight of stairs to the next level. Upon
reaching the second floor, they move down the hallway and come to a
halt before the third door on the right. Removing a key from his
robe, he opens the door and enters.
    A lone window gives the room some light and
James can see this is some kind of storage room. Several chests and
dressers are placed about the room as well as two wardrobes.
    Ellinwyrd goes over to a table and lights
the candle to give them more light, then walks over to one of the
wardrobes. “It’s amazing what accumulates over the years,” he says
as he opens the door.
    Within are five sets of clothes hanging from
hangers. All are of good quality and two look to be about James’
size. One is green and the other is a dark brown color. “Take your
pick,” he says as he moves back to give him some room. “These were
left by various apprentices I’ve had over the years.”
    James removes the dark brown set and says,
“I like this one.”
    “That will do nicely,” he says. “We’ll go
down the hall to a room where you can dress without worrying