Chapter Two Part Eight

            Dante received the message. An enormously beautiful Great Dane carrying a leather pouch had brought the parchment. It sat patiently at Dante’s feet waiting for a response. From a slight arching of an eyebrow it knew Dante had understood the message. The beast turned on its hind legs and was gone the same way he came. The gypsy left in Dante was spooked by the dog. It felt like the animal was channeling some other mind.  He wondered, “If I followed that dog..., where would it lead me?” 

            He looked at the message again. The script was quickly fading in the sunlight. But he had a good idea of where the glade was. It was about mid distance to a town he wanted to visit for some time.

            The paper was the greater mystery for Dante. He had never seen parchement like that before.  In a few more moments it granulated into a bluish dust. He called the tribe to a brief counsel.

            “The issue with the demons will find resolution when the moon fills. The place to meet is a three day ride from here. We should collect all our things. After the arranged gathering we’ll continue on to Bruël and tent there for a while.” he said loudly.

(To Be Continued.)

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