The Second Coming
Chapter 5

The young mansits on the top of a hill, looking out across fields and open countryside. Below the hill is a small town, containing asingle church with an old and crooked spire. A few moments later a much older man walks up the hill, panting from theexertion of doing so. The young manstarts to rise from his sitting position, but the older man shakes hishead. “It doesn’t matter what positionyou are in, young William, and you certainly do not need to rise on myaccount.” The older man sits down nextto William. “The time has come to seewhat kind of talent you have, my young friend. Remember, our order does not focus on preparation or study, so it isimportant you do not concern yourself with what you do not know. If you have The Blood, you can obtain all theknowledge you require.”

William nods. “Iunderstand, and I am ready to prove I have what it takes, Kiran.”

Kiran smilesbriefly. “Of that I have no doubt.” He pauses. “Remember, The Blood is within you; you were destined to use the power.”

William closeshis eyes and takes a deep breath, but Kiran puts a hand on his shoulder. “Do not attempt to shut off what is aroundyou. That is where the power comesfrom.”

William openshis eyes and looks around, apparently confused by that notion.

“Focus onsomething that is living. You can draw power from that.”

William looksaround the hill, but sees nothing living in the immediate vicinity. He turns to look at Kiran, about to complain,before he sees the tree.

Kiran’s voice isa hiss. “Yes! It does not have to be moving to beliving. Focus on the tree.”

William looks atthe tree, and makes a gesture with his hands, extending them gently towardsit. He continues for a short while,before he lowers them again. “It is not working, Kiran. What am I doing wrong?”

“You are notthrowing your whole will into it, William. Let go of your inhibitions and channel through the tree!”

William nods andturns back towards the tree, and this time throws his arms out in a faster andmore animated manner. Once again,nothing happens.

Kiran’s voicegrows harsh. “That is pathetic! You have The Blood! Use it, or I swear I will kill you and takeyour wife and unborn child for my own!”

William turnstowards Kiran, his eyes flashing dangerously. At the same time, some branches on the tree begin to waver.

The older mancontinues to mock. “Is that the best youcan do? I’m afraid I must kill you,William. The Order does not toleratefailure.” Kiran draws a nasty lookingknife from under his tunic.

William snaps. “No!” In an instant, Kiran and the knife are separated, the older man knockedyards away by a force of unseen energy, leaving the blade on the ground. A few moments later, laughter emanates fromthe prostate form of Kiran, before he gingerly pulls himself to his feet. “You have taken your first steps in a newworld, William.”

William looksvisibly shocked, and looks from the knife to Kiran. It is the older man who breaks the gaze,looking behind William at the tree, which has burst into flames.

Lia awoke with astart and her heart was pounding; she felt thirsty and once again had athrobbing headache. It also felt likeshe was moving, up and down at a steady rhythm. She tentatively opened her eyes and saw a poor quality road ahead ofher, but nothing else of note except for two horses, which were both carryingriders. It was then when she realisedher hands were tethered to a third horse, and that she was not the only personbeing carried. Lia choked back tears andtried to ignore the terrible clenching of fear inside her chest. She then turned her head around to see ascruffy looking man in the saddle behind her, who smiled a rather devilishsmile.

“I see you havedecided to join us, my lovely.” Uponhearing the sound of the bearded man’s voice, the other two men turnedaround. One was fairly young, withunkempt and greasy hair; the other was more middle-aged, and was wearing acloak of fine quality. Lia recognised theolder man immediately. After taking abrief look at her, they turned and continued to drive their mounts at a strongpace.

“What do youwant with me?” Lia’s cry was full of anguish. “Where are my parents!” There wasno response. She looked down at thebonds attaching her hands to the horse’s reins and tried to release the knots.

The bearded manlet out a soft chuckle. “They are verytightly bound, my lovely. You are goingto hurt yourself if you try to remove them.”

That was enoughto make Lia try harder, but after a few frenetic minutes the bonds felt tighterthan before and threatened to cut off the blood supply to her hands. Lia forced herself to calm and looked up atthe sun, which was behind her; it was after noon, so she must have beenunconscious for a number of hours. Shealso realised that she was still in her sleeping garments, hardly appropriatefor horseback. Lia risked a longer lookbehind her, and tried to ascertain where she was, but all she could see was theroad. “Where are you taking me?” Shesaid it in a normal voice, and to the bearded man only.

He grunted. “We have a long and hard journey ahead of us,my lovely. That is all you need to knowat the moment.”

Lia wascompletely confused. Why did they wanther? Why had she not been raped andmurdered? That at least would have madesense. Her family as she knew it had noenemies, and no wealth. She bowed herhead and fought back the urge to weep. “I don’t understand…” She said it aloud despite herself, but the beardedman said nothing more.

*

Carly was deeplyconcerned for Lia and frustrated she was not in a position to help her friend,and she slept badly. She awoke early,and it was some time later when she realised it was the day of her Test. To her surprise, Carly did not feel the usualjump in her stomach at the thought of the Test; instead she felt a senseof calm. Carly then wondered if she hadconnected with Revan the previous day without trying. How else could she have heard Lia’s cry ofanguish? Carly thought back to herstudies on the connection: it was very unusual for anyone to see or hearvisions while at Peace, and Carly wasnot even a Priestess. She decided toseek out Priestess Elspeth; if anyone could help explain what happened, it washer.

Carly dressed inher usual white robe, had a brief breakfast and walked the short distance tothe main part of the temple and through to the library, where Priestess Elspethusually was. Elspeth was an elderly ladyand highly respected due to her immense knowledge of all things theological. She also had been a highly influentialPriestess before old age got the better of her. Carly, like most acolytes, had not spent a great deal of time with her,but she had a reputation of being willing to speak to all members of thechurch, and didn’t keep a rigorous appointment diary like some of the otherPriestesses. The young acolyte walkedthrough the library to the north-eastern corner, where Elspeth was sat amongpiles of manuscripts and books. She wasquite deaf, and Carly had to clear her throat three times before the elderlylady’s eyes moved away from the written word to the young woman in front ofher.

“Acolyte… Carly,isn’t it?” Carly nodded. “Come child,sit next to me.” The Priestess gestured to a seat next to her, which wascompletely covered in manuscripts. Carlystepped forward, paused, and the old woman chuckled. “Oh, don’t mind this mess, my dear! Justput it on that table over there.” She inclined her head towards an ancientlooking table adjacent to a bookcase. Carly did as requested and carefully transferred the papers to thetable. After picking up the few she haddropped, she returned to the older woman’s side and sat down.

PriestessElspeth put her hands in her lap. “So,what can I do for you, my dear?”

Carly explainedthe situation regarding her lack of connection to Revan, and the visionshe had the previous day, which appeared to depict a real event.

The older womanconsidered what she had heard for what seemed to be an eternity. “Well, this is an interesting one.” Shepaused again. “You are correct in yourthinking that this is very unusual, my dear, and you should be commended onyour diligence for that. Onlyoccasionally does a Priestess experience such a thing, and as you have alreadysaid, for an acolyte to do so is extremely rare. The last time I can recall this happening wasat least twenty years ago, when Priestess Lorna had a vision that Suria wouldto be invaded by forces from the north. That vision turned out to be valid, but because Revan had given us thewarning, we were prepared for the invasion, and it was abated.” Elspeth paused and looked at the young womanin front of her. “It is usual for aPriestess to have multiple visions, my dear, so we should wait to see if youhave any more.” Her face softened. “Inthe meantime, try not to worry; Revan can sometimes work in mysterious ways,and what you experienced may have been nothing more than a dream; perhaps youdrifted off to sleep while at Peace?”

Carly was notconvinced, but let it pass; she was inexperienced, and not confident enough tochallenge the older woman. “Thank you,Priestess. I will come and see you in aday or two, if I may.”

Elspethsmiled. “Of course; as you know I amusually here.”

Carly left thelibrary and started to walk through the main hall of the temple, where shenoted a small boy and who she surmised was his father at the desk. She walked past and smiled at the boy, whostuck his tongue out at her. While shegrinned, Carly caught some of the conversation his father was having with theacolyte on duty. “Yes, three men on horses,with an unconscious or sleeping blonde girl with them. Rufus is certain she was being held againsther will: she was tied to one of the horses.”

Carly stoppeddead where she was, turned to the man and moved closer. “Where was this? How long ago?” She ignored the frown from herfellow acolyte and waited for a response, which came from the boy.

“Afterbreakfast, miss. Our farm is near thetrading road.”

Carly grew moreexcited. “Where were they going?”

The boy shookhis head. “I don’t know, miss. They just rode away.”

The fatherinterjected. “East, Priestess.” Carlydid not think to point out that she was a mere acolyte.

“Thank you. I would appreciate it if you would tell thewatch.”

The man frowned.“We have just come from there, Priestess. They asked us to report it here as it is now outside of theirjurisdiction.”

Carly nodded.“Thank you.” She turned, ran along the main hall and out of the temple.

Carly was notused to running, and when she arrived at The Piebald Lamb she washyperventilating. Warnock Spicer wasbehind the counter as usual, and he studied the young woman intently. “I must say, young lady, I am surprised tosee a member of the Church of Revan here. How may I be of service?”

Carly stoppedand spoke between gasps. “Is Olbane Jonson here? He came to stay here last night.”

Spicernodded. “He returned about half an hourago, acolyte. He has been looking forLia all morning, and has not found anything.” The man shook his head sadly. “She is a special young lady.”

“Can I see him?”

Spicer pointedto an open door through the tavern. “He is upstairs, third door on your right.”

Despite theburning in her chest, Carly jogged up the stairs; she found the third door onthe right and banged on it. “Olbane!Olbane!”

After a fewmoments the door opened, and Olbane appeared. “Carly?” He looked at her face. “You know something, don’t you?”

“They have beenseen heading east; Lia is alive!”

Olbane ran tothe bed, where a backpack was lying, full and ready for travel. “How long ago?”

“At least threehours ago. They were on horseback.”

Olbane looked asif he was going to curse, but didn’t. “Ido not have a mount in Crossmoor. Doyou?” It was a ridiculous question: an acolyte of Revan had no such resourcesand Carly’s face said as much.

Olbane smiledweakly. “I am sorry. I will have to replace one, somehow.” He made for the door but Carly stepped infront of him.

“I am going withyou.” She said it with authority and he instantly nodded his agreement.

“Do you knowanyone who can loan us mounts?”

Carly thoughtfor a moment. The temple had mounts, butthey were reserved for Priestesses. Lia’s family did not own one either. “No, I do not. Do you have coin?”

Olbane smiledweakly again. “I left Susanon in a hurry.”

Carly lookeddistraught. “We will never catch them onfoot!” She forced herself to stay calm, and found inspiration. “Michael! His father doesn’t deal in mounts, but he has some for transportinggoods around. He is also a friend ofLia’s.”

“I believe Ihave met him. He and his father saved mylife yesterday.”

The pairhurriedly left The Piebald Lamb and ran the short distance to ThomasEustace’s premises, although Olbane had to stop periodically to allow Carly tocatch-up. For the second time in twodays, Olbane burst through the door, and for the second time in two days, theold man nearly jumped out of his skin.

“You again!”Eustace yelped as Carly joined Olbane. “And this time with a friend!” Eustace was about to make another exclamation, but stopped when herealised who Carly was. “So what bringsan acolyte of Revan and a young man on the run to my premises?”

Olbane steppedforward. “Forgive the intrusion, sir,but we were wondering if you and your son would offer us assistance. Our friend Lia has been abducted, and we needmounts to give chase.”

The old manraised an eyebrow. “Have you notifiedthe watch?”

Carly steppedforward. “We have, sir, but they willnot do anything as the captors have left Crossmoor. May I speak to Michael?”

The old mansighed. “He is through the back, loadingup some carts. We have a very importantshipment to make tomorrow.”

Olbane noddedhis thanks to Eustace, opened the door to the next room and walked through tothe yard where he boarded the cart the day before. Michael was hauling large sacks of grain ontoa cart. Upon hearing footsteps, thebroad-shouldered young man spoke as he turned around. “I am working as fast as I can, father…” Hestopped, looked at the slightly older man in front of him, and scratched hischin. “Twice in two days. Who are you running from this time, goblins?”

Olbane was aboutto respond when Carly burst through the door. “Michael! Lia has been abducted!”

Michael’s bodywent rigid and his face turned white. “What?”

Carlynodded. “They have gone east, we knowthat for sure. They are on horseback, sowe need mounts to give chase.”

Michael wasapparently struggling to comprehend what he was being told. “The watch…”

Olbaneinterrupted. “The watch are notinterested as they have already left the outskirts of Crossmoor. Do you have mounts we can use? They are already at least four hours ahead ofus.”

Michael managedto gather his wits about him. “We havetwo reasonable horses tethered outside. If you must charge off, I will replace you some provisions; there are novillages east of Crossmoor for a good day’s ride, so you will need something tokeep you and the horses going.”

Olbane noddedhis thanks and he and Carly went to inspect the horses. She was silently apprehensive at the prospectof riding with a man she had only known for a few days, but she felt drawn todo so. She knew Lia would do the samefor her. Carly considered Olbane’smotives: he clearly had developed a fondness for Lia, but his actions appeareda little extreme; none of the young men she knew would risk their life to savea girl they had only just met. Shelooked at Olbane as he stroked the mane of one of the horses, a chestnutmare. He was handsome, there was nodoubt of that, but it was the way he carried himself that impressed her themost. If the church of Revanhad accepted male priests, he would have had a lot of the attributes required.

Michael returneda few moments later with two saddlebags, which he carefully placed over thebacks of the horses. “Wait here.” Hejogged into back into his father’s premises. Moments later he returned holding a sword in a scabbard, which he handedto Olbane. “I suspect you know how touse one of these, even if you have not used one in anger before.”

Olbane acceptedthe blade and nodded. “It is importantfor a merchant to be able to defend himself.” He smiled wryly. “Or at least forhis son to be able to defend him!”

Despite thesituation Michael chuckled. “You are notwrong.” Carly noticed then that Michaelalso had a blade, which was already attached to his belt. The young man’s eyes met hers. “I am going with you.”

Olbane clappedhim on the back gently. “You are anhonourable man, Michael Eustace. It willbe a pleasure to ride with you.” He looked at the horses, and then to Carly. “Carly, if you wish to remain behind, we willnot think ill of you.”

Carly thoughtfor a moment. She was nearly offended byOlbane’s suggestion that she might not want to go with them, but then sheconsidered his motives for giving her the option to stay. First, she was not the type to charge intobattle with a blade; second, she was not permitted to leave the temple veryoften, let alone Crossmoor. It was onlyduring her studies that she had more freedom. Carly’s stomach suddenly knotted: her studies! For the first time in her life Carly wasfaced with an impossible decision. Her Testwas later that day, and she would be condemned to life as an acolyte if she wasnot present. However, she knew she wouldnever forgive herself if Lia did not return, and felt compelled to go with Olbane. “I appreciate your concern, Olbane, but I am coming with you.” Shelooked up at the chestnut mare. “Shelooks like she can cope with both of us, so I will ride with you.”

Olbane smiledgrimly. “It is settled, then. We ride east.”

*

They joined thetrading road after half a day’s travel and set a relentless pace, and the hardjourney drove Lia to the point of exhaustion. It appeared that the bearded man was also tiring, probably because Liawas tethered, which made riding more difficult. He groaned a little and slowed the mount down to a trot, then yelledahead of him. “Rastlin! The girl needs a rest!”

It was a fewmoments before the two horses ahead of them slowed and stopped. They both turned around and trotted towardsLia and the bearded man.

The older man inthe fine cloak moved his mount alongside to theirs and faced Lia, who did herbest to maintain eye contact. He noddedbefore turning to the man with the greasy hair. “I think we can afford a short rest, and we need to keep the horsesfresh.” He took in their immediate surroundings and pointed to a grassy areanear some trees. “The horses can grazethere while we take refreshment.” Rastlin’saccent was not local; in fact Lia did not recognise it at all.

Rastlin and thegreasy-haired man tethered their mounts to a tree and allowed them tograze. The greasy-haired man went to thesaddlebags, pulled out a waterskin and drank deeply, which made Lia’s mouthfeel even drier. Rastlin walked over tohis own mount and pulled out what looked like a leather nosebag. He then took out a waterskin of his own,moved to his mount’s head and stroked it gently. “Here you are.” He placed the nosebag overthe horse’s head and poured some water into it. He then turned to his companions. “You two would be wise to do the same. At times like this your mount is the single most important thing betweensuccess and failure.” His tone was dismissive, almost like he was talking to apair of children. Rastlin then moved toLia’s horse and gently untied her hands. He then offered her a hand to dismount.

“I can manage,thank you.” She said tartly.

He nodded. “As you wish, my dear.”

Lia did her bestto slide off the horse gracefully, but when her legs hit the floor they were soweak they gave way, and she ended up on the dusty ground. Rastlin offered her a hand again, which shegrudgingly accepted. Moments later heoffered his waterskin to her, which she gladly took and drank deeply. It was only when she had finished did Rastlinhimself take a drink. While he did, thebearded man tethered his own mount, gave it a drink and took a long draughtfrom his own waterskin. When Rastlinfinished his drink, he went back to his saddlebags and pulled out a bundle ofclothes and a pair of boots, which he gave to Lia. “I took the liberty of bringing these fromyour home, my dear. They are moresuitable for travel than your current attire.” He pointed to a large bush. “There is a secluded area over there.”

Lia lookedaround, walked towards the bush and changed quickly. While she pulled on her clothes, Lia surmisedthey were on the trading road, and still heading east. Unfortunately for her, there was no sign ofany settlements close by, and no passing travellers or caravans that might helpher. She considered running away, butquickly concluded that would be folly: she had no supplies, and the men werestronger and would easily catch her. Liahad no choice but to bide her time; they would not be able to travel on thetrading road for much longer without encountering others, or at least a smallvillage. As she walked back to hercaptors she studied the man called Rastlin, obviously the leader of thethree. He was middle-aged, but his hairwas still jet black and hardly receded at all; his eyes were also dark, andvery searching. The majority of hisclothing was bland, but his well-made cloak was almost as dark as hishair. He was tall and slim, but Lia hada feeling he was also physically strong: there was something about the way hecarried himself that told her he could deal with most threats comfortably.

“Where are youtaking me?” She asked the question again, directly to Rastlin, who was takinganother drink.

He looked acrossat her, a serious expression on his face. “I am afraid we need you for a task.” He paused for a moment, and Liafelt his dark eyes searching for her soul. “I am sorry about your parents, my dear. We could not have anyone follow us.”

It took a momentfor Lia to comprehend what he had said. “Murderers!” Her eyes filled with tears, and she leapttowards Rastlin in an almost feral rage.

Lia did notreach him, however, as the man with the greasy hair stepped in, caught her armand threw her to the ground. He bentdown and was about to strike her, but Rastlin’s voice bit through the air. “Franklin! Do not harm her!” The greasy haired man stopped and shot a lookof irritation at Rastlin, whose voice softened to calm the situation. “She has every right to hate us for what wehave done. It was a necessity to us, buther point of view is different, at least for the moment.”

Franklinscowled, rose to his feet, and Lia shuddered when she noticed the swordattached to his belt. Rastlin moved overto his mount and began to organise his pack. “We have dallied enough; it is time we were back on the road.” He turnedand looked at Lia and once again his dark eyes searched out her soul. “You will ride with Goadsby again. If you agree not to try and escape, you mayride without bonds.”

Lia resisted theurge to make a sarcastic comment, but settled for a brief nod of her head. She would not be able to escape unless therewas help, and at some point they had to encounter someone: the trading road waswell-used, after all.

It was when thesun was starting to set that they noticed half a dozen mounted forms in thedistance, moving towards them. Lia’sheart leapt; surely six people could overpower three murderers? Lia was seated behind Goadsby and felt shecould easily leap off the horse before he could to react.

The six figuresmoved closer, and Rastlin slowed his horse down so it was just behindGoadsby’s, which allowed him to speak to Lia easily. “Now my dear, I just want to make somethingclear. I am sure you have alreadydecided you are going to jump off this horse and make a break for it, but ifyou call for help we will kill the travellers up ahead.” Lia was about to say something about the oddsbut he raised a long, thin hand and stopped her. “My companions may appear to have thecombined brainpower of a hound, but they more than make up for it in otherareas, if you take my meaning. Any bloodspilt will be on your hands.”

Lia set her jawin defiance. “You cannot hold meforever. At some point someone will stopyou.”

Rastlinshrugged. “I hope that by the end of ourjourney together, Lia, you will realise you want to be with us.”

Lia had no ideawhat that meant. “How do you know me? Why me?”

He spokesoftly. “Now is not the time. I give you my word that I will explaineverything, sooner or later.”

Lia nearly spat. “The word of a murderer is nothing to me!”

Rastlin noddedsadly. “I cannot blame you for yourview. I hope that one day you willrealise your parents’ lives were not taken in vain.” Lia had no response to that and turned herhead away from him.

The six figuresgrew closer, and Rastlin resumed his position at the front of the groupalongside Franklin. As the figures approached, Lia asked aquestion of her unlikely travelling companion. “Why do you accompany him? Hespeaks of you as if you are an animal. No man deserves that.”

There was a longpause, then he responded with a grunt. “Coin; I am told the riches at the end of our journey will make anythingworthwhile, including Rastlin’s tongue.”

Lia spotted anopportunity to gain some information. “Sowhy do you need me?”

He barked arather nasty laugh. “You, my lovely, arethe key to us getting hold of that coin.”

Lia continued topress. “How can an eighteen year oldgirl be the key to anything?”

Goadsby shookhis head and laughed again. “I am not thatsimple, my lovely. Rastlin would have myguts for breakfast if I said any more.”

It was at thatpoint the first of the six riders rode by: he was well-dressed and wore awide-brimmed hat, which he tipped in their direction as he rode by. Lia forced back tears as she saw him pass;Rastlin appeared to be very serious and she believed him when he said Franklinand Goadsby were more dangerous than they appeared. She also believed him when he said they wouldkill the other travellers; they had murdered her mother and father, afterall. Lia saw the second rider go past,then the third. It was only when she sawthe fourth, fifth and sixth she had the courage to act. All three men were armoured and wearingswords, most likely there to protect the other riders. Surely three armoured men could defeat hercaptors? “Help me! They murdered my parents and abducted me!”Her cry was shrill and loud, and she surprised herself.

It was over inmoments. The first armoured man wentdown almost immediately, when a dagger thrown by Franklin lodged in his neck. The second man reacted to his companion’sfate and drew his blade, then urged his mount forward and aimed to repay Franklin in kind. The greasy-haired man was quicker, however,and his own blade parried a somewhat rushed attack and he counterattacked withincredible speed and power. He thrusthis sword through a join in the armour’s side, and the man screamed and fellfrom his mount. Goadsby, meanwhile, drewhis own blade and was upon the third armoured man almost before the first hitthe floor. He launched a savage blowthat knocked the man’s sword from his grasp just as he was drawing it from itsscabbard, then followed with a deadly thrust. Moments later, the third man fell from his horse.

The three menahead, relieved of their protection, kicked their heels into their mounts andurged them away at a gallop. Franklin turned his horsein their direction and was about to drive on, but Rastlin stopped him. “Let them go, Franklin; we cannot afford to waste timechasing them.” Rastlin turned his mounttowards Goadsby’s and came face to face with Lia. He leant in to her and his dark eyes weremenacing, which caused Lia to recoil in fear and wonder what retribution hemight take. “I warned you my dear, andyet you didn’t take heed. If it wasn’tfor the fact I need you unharmed, I would turn you over to Goadsby here and lethim teach you a lesson.” He turned awayand raised his voice. “Let’s move on,and pick up the pace! We need to getdistance between ourselves and those three in case they send someone behindthem. We will ride until it is no longersafe to do so.”

Lia tried to notlook at the corpses on the ground. Instead she focused on the three horses that were mulling around thearea, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.

*

Terence Blacksat drumming his fingers on a table in a corner of The Piebald Lamb, and occasionally sipped a cup ofSpicer’s best wine. Two men entered theinn and the older, heavier one looked around. The second man was much slighter and more nervous than his companion,and his eyes darted around the inn. Eventually, the heavier set man’s eyes came to rest on Black and the twomen approached the table.

Black raised aneyebrow. “Well?”

The heavy setman met the other’s gaze. “We believe Jonson has left Crossmoor. We haven’t seen him since yesterday morning,but we’ve asked around and someone fitting his description went east earliertoday, accompanied by another man and a young woman in white.”

Black thought fora moment. “Likely he’s heading to Surianto deliver the papers himself. I needyou to go there and speak to a contact of mine, who owes me a debt. He will do what you and your imbecileof a friend could not.”

The heavy setman scowled, but did not say anything. Black continued. “I have plannedfor this possibility. There is ahorse-merchant a few doors from here who also owes me. Tell him I sent you and he will give you histwo fastest mounts.” He held out a letter, which the heavy set man took. “Give this letter to Rogen Flaun when youarrive at Surian. He will know what todo.”