Free The Sword of Bheleu by Lawrence Watt-Evans

it in Dûsarra, in a ruined temple. It appears to have some sort of enchantment to it.” He found himself curiously reluctant to speak of it, and therefore did not explain the nature of its power over him and did not mention Bheleu or any other deities.
    â€œIt’s magical? Is that why it’s glowing?” Galt was fascinated; he had heard of magic, but had never before seen any at first hand. He looked more closely. The glow seemed to have dimmed somewhat, but it was still clearly visible.
    â€œYes”
    Galt stepped around the other two, to get a better view of the strange gem.
    â€œDon’t touch it!” Garth roared.
    Startled, Galt stepped back. “I wasn’t going to.”
    Garth was annoyed with himself; there had been no need to bellow at Galt. He was unreasonably touchy about anything having to do with the sword, it seemed; he told himself that he would have to keep that in check. He would also have to get rid of the sword, and quickly; its hold on his emotions seemed to be getting stronger and had been quite dangerous enough before. It would not do to go into a killing frenzy while negotiating with the Baron of Skelleth.
    On the other hand, it was a beautiful weapon, a magnificent blade; it would be a very impressive thing to have along during negotiations. He would take it, he decided, and keep himself under careful control. After all, he could not safely leave it lying around untended and he would not trust it in the hands of any of these idiotic volunteers. He would worry about disposing of it after he had settled with the Baron.
    He had turned away as he reached this decision and therefore did not see the glow flare up brightly once more. Galt saw the increased brightness, but did not realize it had any significance and said nothing. His attention was distracted from the sword when Garth announced, “I want the entire company packed up within an hour, so that we will have time to reach the market square and set up camp there before full dark.” Galt turned away to help in breaking camp and paid no more attention to the great sword or the shining jewel.
    He had a curious feeling, however, that he was being watched.
    Garth had lived with that feeling almost constantly for more than a fortnight and no longer noticed it, but he, too, was slightly troubled. He seemed to sense mingled amusement and triumph without actually feeling either emotion himself.

Chapter Six
    Herrenmer, captain of the guard, had wasted no time; within five minutes of hearing from the scout that an overman had ridden openly out of Skelleth to the encampment on the Wasteland Road, he had summoned his five lieutenants and told them to put every man on active duty immediately. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he intended to take as few chances as possible. He was sure that the overman was Garth. Earlier, Shallen had reported that the self-proclaimed Prince of Ordunin had turned up at the King’s Inn, and no other overman had been seen inside the walls since the whole company had been turned away the preceding morning.
    When he had heard that, Herrenmer had immediately sent someone to see if the Baron was able to take charge of affairs once again. The report had been negative; he was stirring, but not yet coherent.
    Herrenmer had not dared to take action against Garth on his own authority; he was nervous about the overman’s claims to nobility, since he didn’t understand just what that might entail. Therefore he had just waited.
    Now, however, Garth had gone to join his fellows. With their leader back it was unclear just what action the overmen might take, but it seemed likely that they would do something. Garth’s absence had been one of the things that had been mentioned by the leaders of the main group when Herrenmer had spoken with them yesterday.
    They might be satisfied now that he was back and just go home peacefully—but Herrenmer didn’t expect it. He thought