“Halt the wagons!” Kubluk shouted, raising an arm above his head. The train clattered to a stop after a few moments, with the usual crunch of broken wood. Legon leapt up onto the lead wagon alongside Kubluk.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, hand resting on his scabbard.
Kubluk motioned into the distance. In the centre of the road, something shone with a blinding light. Legon raised a hand, and peered beneath it.
“I can’t quite make it out,” he muttered. “Looks like something reflecting the sun.”
“Aye think that I might be of some ‘sistance here,” the nearby figure of Servu answered, and began to root around in his pack. After a few moments, he handed up a slender bronze cylinder, about the length of Legon’s arm. The military dwarf looked at it blankly.
“What is it?” he asked, weighing it in his hand uncertainly.
“You look through it.” Servu answered, miming with his hands. “Try it out.”
Legon shrugged, and lifted the cylinder to his eyes. The dwarf looked rather puzzled. After a few moments, Servu reached out, and turned the cylinder the other way round. Suddenly, Legon jerked his head away from the item in shock, gasping in surprise. More cautiously this time, he stared into the eyepiece, and outstretched a hand.
“Those hills,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “It’s like I can almost touch them.”
He turned the cylinder slowly, and looked towards the distant light.
“Strange.” he commented, after a few moments in which Kubluk and Servu shuffled their feet.
“What is it?” Kubluk asked.
“It’s a bronze statue. Why on earth would someone have left a bronze statue in the middle of the roadway?”
“Not only that,” Kubluk added. “Who could leave a bronze statue in the middle of the road without someone walking off with it?”
“It looks ancient, it must have been there centuries.” Legon remarked.
“Either that, or it’s centuries old, and someone’s just put it there.”
“Think we could move it?”
“What?”
“It’s blocking the roadway, we can’t get past with the wagons.”
“Oh, I thought you meant steal it, it looks pretty valuable.”
Legon leapt down off the wagon. “Whether we steal it, or we shift it, either way someone’s going to need to take a closer look.”
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