Redemption Of The Sacred Land (Book 3) by Mark Tyson Page A

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    “I thought we could talk in the Village Council of Elders chambers,” Veric said. “Council chambers are designed for privacy.”
    Dorenn nodded, and they made their way to a building about fifty paces from the inn. Veric opened the door for Dorenn and followed him inside. After entering the main council room and securing the large, wooden double doors, Veric placed the tome on the rectangular council table.
    Dorenn opened the Tome of Enlightenment and maneuvered it where he and Veric could both look at it. The Council of Elders chamber was dimly lit, so Veric pulled one of the candelabras closer. He thumbed through the tome, stopping on certain pages for a protracted amount of time before moving on.
    “I can read most of the tome; however, it is correct that the tome only reveals the information that you need. The words keep shifting in the passages the gods want to keep hidden. There is much here about the use of essence and how it needs to be handled. I will need to read those sections to you. There is also a vast portion written on the ways of mindwielding that I will need to impart to Rennon. There is something else here, which could be important to you. This tome was handed to man by Fawlsbane Vex, the same god who created the gold and silver dragons. The lesser dragons were all created by the god twins Breannan and Xeian. This last passage tells of another book written by the golden dragon Myradon. It chronicles the story of the greater dragons’ creation and magic system. It’s called the Myradon Codex.” He looked at the tome closer and noticed the ink. “This passage looks to be written much later than the others.” He pointed to a looking glass on the table. “Hand me that magnifier.”
    Dorenn slid the looking glass to Veric. “Are you checking the handwriting?”
    “Aye.” Veric examined the writing. “It’s the same. Vex has revisited it lately. Possibly to give you a personal message since he came to you to find the tome in the first place. The passage reads: “Find the codex in Lux Amarou, guarded by my ancient people. I require this of you.”
    “Why didn’t he just tell me that when he appeared to me instead of taking the time to write it in a tome I can’t read?”
    “I don’t know. He is a god and we are not.” Veric closed the tome. “Perhaps he revisited the tome after he had already appeared to you. Who’s to say what a god has on his mind.”
    “Good point. I’m sure he had a reason.”
    “There is a lot here for you to learn, but I am not sure I will be here to teach you. My one quest is to find Sylvalora. If we can find her, then I will be at your disposal, but only if we find her and rescue her.”
    “You’re going to have to help me with that; I know she chose me to find her, but I have no idea how to proceed.”
    “I will help you as best I can. Sylvalora’s ways tend to reveal themselves when they need to. I am certain you will know what to do when the time comes, even without my help.” He put his hand on the tome. “Dorenn, there is something else I find perplexing. Of all the elders you have traveled with, Ianthill couldn’t read the tome because he is an elf and Fawlsbane Vex is the god of man. He would not impart his language to anyone not of the ancient Amar. The same goes for Sanmir of Darovan. Sheyna will be able to read it once I pass the ability on to her, but Morgoran, he is more of an ancient Amar than I am. He can surely read the tome. Why does he deny this?”
    “Do you think he is another Drasmyd Duil infiltration?” Dorenn said.
    “No, he is not. For one, the smell is not there to give him away. He wears nothing to mask it.”
    “They solved that particular problem since the Drasmyd Duil of your time. They no longer have the odor. In fact, they are nearly perfect in every way to the original. They are extremely difficult to detect now.”
    “Well then, how do you explain he has knowledge a Drasmyd Duil would not.”
    “Again, they