[Child of the 7th Age]

Urken shook his head as the ships pulled out of dock. He'd barely made it back. He was uncertain whether Gramil had gotten to the docks on time. One way or another, they were finally going to Minas Anor.

Urken had to give a certain amount of credit to Fuinur. The man might be indiscreet, and spend a bit too much on wine and women, but he had arranged their departure quite nicely. Perhaps, he'd be able to make a decent sailor out of him after all.

For the next day, Urken secreted himself within the cabin, busy on his own affairs which he had still managed to hide from everyone. Even the crafty Jarl had failed to pull it out of him. No use going into the matter until they reached Minas Anor.

The ship made excellent time on its trek up the river. Already they were more than half way towards their intended goal. Urken went over to the safe which was kept near the helm and, looking around to be certain no one was in sight, carefully opened it. He pulled out a book, a very ancient book from the look of it, and took it with him to his cabin.

For the next hour he was immersed in one of the secret volumes of the Guild of the Black Numenoreans. He told no one what he was reading, or the precise matters contained in its pages. Perhaps, after they arrived in Minas Anor, they might discuss the matter. But how much should he trust his companions? That was hard to say. He'd have to wait and judge when the time came.

Another day of sailing, and they should be docking in Minas Anor.

[ November 05, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]