The lake was a mirror of black glass, and a paraselene moon shone upwards from its surface. It was still – too still. The absolute calm was unnerving to Talbert as he stood guard on the edge of the Baron’s camp.
Suddenly the stillness was shattered by a tremor which was so violent that it toppled several of the tents, and Talbert himself received a sharp blow from a branch that broke away from the tree under which he stood. In fact if it hadn’t been for his helmet and neck stock he was sure he would had been fatally wounded.
As the men of the Baron’s retinue scrambled to rescue him from his collapsed marquee, they found that their lord was not inside.
“Over here you fools,” the familiar bellow rang out, as the Baron tried to free himself from a fallen limb. It seems that the Aristocrat had a dream just before the incident in which a beautiful elf-maiden stood before him in a dazzling jade glow. She beckoned him to follow her to the tree line, unseen by his guards.
“Kiss me,” she said with a sweet lilt to her voice.
As the Baron leaned in, the entire earth seemed to shudder. The next thing he knew was that he was pinned to the ground by a heavy branch.
As Talbert and his colleagues endeavoured to lift the bough from their lord’s legs they failed to notice that the joke was on them as enchantress who had conjured the dream and the quake absconded with the chest containing the Baron’s tax revenues.
Lake Paraselene– a bright moonlike spot on a lunar halo; a mock moon. Abscond– to depart in a sudden and secret manner, especially to avoid capture and legal prosecution. Lift Blow Jade Lilt Tremor Collapse Joke Kiss Dazzle