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THE ADVENTURES OF FEODOR SIB-HARRA © 1988, 2012 by Anthony Durrant As my mother lay dying, I sat beside her and held her hand. "Feodor," she told me, "you should be proud to be who you are - the son of Rugged Sib-Harra, the chieftain of the Xanti trolls!" "I AM proud, Mother," I said, "but I wish I could see more of the wide world beyond." "First you must attend to things here!" said my mother with a smile. "Make sure I am given a decent burial, Feodor, but most of all, I want you to... remember me..." And then her head fell back on the pillow, and her face turned to the side - she was dead. I held her to my arms and wept bitterly all throughout the night, rocking in my chair. *** The following morning, I found a spot under our apple tree in which to bury my mother. I kissed her soft human brow before I closed the lid of her coffin and nailed it tightly on. Once my mother was buried, I watched as the apple blossoms fell on her grave as I tamped down the dirt I'd just covered it with. Taking only a locket containing a cameo of my mother, I put it on around my neck and then at last left the cabin where I'd grown up. "There's nothing to keep me here anymore," I thought, "so I want to explore this land!" As I left the area where our cabin stood, I followed the stream away from it, stopping once to see my reflection in the water: it was that of a sturdy young man with the crests and pointy ears of a Xanti troll. My hair was a dark brown colour and cut short at the top and sides and tapered at the back. After viewing my reflection for a few minutes, I stood up and continued following the river. As I rounded a bend, I stumbled across a group of giant humanoids who were hunting bears and had already caught several. When I came up to the humanoids, one of them turned and said: "Well, well, if it isn't a little troll-boy!" "Who are you fellows?" I asked them. "Who are we! Who are we!" another of the giant humanoids cried. "We're Ogres of Amn, is what we are, little troll-boy! And we're doing a little hunting to keep body and soul together!" "There haven't been any ogres in Amn for hundreds of years," I said, "unless..." "Unless we had all been reawakened!" one of the ogres laughed. "That's right, and neither you nor anyone else is gonna stop us! We'll use our ogre power to destroy the humans who've invaded our old tribal lands! Only the lady called the Ogreslayer had the power to defeat us, and she's nowhere around!" One of the ogres had sneaked up behind me, and he now kicked me up the river, and I flew through the air and landed at the spot where the river met the lake. There, I heard the sound of a woman's voice singing: "It's a song as sweet as the daffodils, It's a sound as soft as a sigh, And nothing else can quite compare With the lilting song of the Lorelei!" I followed the sound to a rock where a woman was playing on a mandolin and singing a song that touched my heart deeply: "I long to have my own true love, I long to have a life, But nothing else can quite cause strife Like the lilting song of the Lorelei!" "That's too bad, Lorelei," I said, "but I can understand how you feel. I can never have a normal life, either. Why? Because my mother was human and my father was a troll, I can never have children of my own." "Yes, I see!" said the Lorelei. "We are both one of a kind. What's your name, anyway?" "I'm Feodor Sib-Harra, Lorelei!" I replied. "Ah, yes!" she said. "I've heard of you - a halfbreed son of a long-dead Xanti chieftain. Why don't you sit down and sing along with me?" "I'd be honoured!" I told her eagerly. I sat down on the rock beside her and we sang: "I now have found a gentle friend, I now have found a man. He alone has not succumbed To the gentle song of the Lorelei!" Once the song was over, the Lorelei said: "Thank you, Feodor Sib-Harra for freeing me of the spell that imprisoned me here on this enchanted rock. In return for your kindness, I will give you my old mandolin." "Thank you, Lorelei!" I said as she gave me the mandolin and dove into the cool, clear water of the lake. Before she swam away, she lifted her head out of the water and cried: "Your destiny lies in the old tower down a ways by the lake, Feodor Sib- Harra!" "Thank you!" I replied, then set off down the edge of the lake, taking care not to fall into the water and drown. *** The journey took me several hours, but I finally arrived at the old tower, all that was left of an ancient royal palace. I went up to the door and was able to bash through the rotten wooden planks with my fists. Once I had broken down the door, I went into the tower and found that it was populated by goblins. The goblin on the stairs shouted: "Yeh! Ohw eht lleh era uoy, uoy retsnom!" Great - a nil bog. A nil bog was a mutant goblin who did everything in reverse - normal goblins considered them to be sacred. "M'I Rodeof Arrah-bis!" I replied. "Eht Ielerol dlot em ym tnitsed seil ni siht rewot, os ev'I emoc ereh ot ees fi s'ti eurt!" The nil bog threw back his head, laughing at the very idea of my destiny being here, and cried: "Ton ylno illiw uoy ton teg ot eht rewot moor, uoy lliw eid erehw uoy era gnidnats!" I walked to the bottom step of the bog tower stairs, even as the goblins rushed toward me. The nil bog ran backwards away from me as I climbed up the stairs, and fired two darts into me. Enraged, I grabbed him and hurled him off the parapet to his death on the floor down below. As I hurried up the stairs, I felt two more of the darts hit me from behind. By the time, I finally reached the top of the tower stairs, I was weakened from loss of blood, but I grabbed the door I found there and forced it open with my bare hands, then closed it after me to shield me from the attacking goblins. I then stumbled into a room with a beautiful tapestry on the wall showing the Ogreslayer defeating the ogres. Near the tapestry sat an old woman in a chair, and in front of her was a large ornate four-poster bed. In the bed lay a human woman - but WHAT a woman! She filled the bed from end to end, and her hair was as gold as the noonday sun. I could see that she was powerfully built, and could probably have taken an ogre. "Who IS she?" I asked the old woman, and she replied: "She is Suzanne Ogreslayer, the lady who put a stop to the ogres' plans, and helped to put them in an eternal sleep. She is known today as just 'the Ogreslayer.' As for me, I am just an old troll wife who has been looking after Suzanne for centuries. Her ogre power keeps her young and vital, but alas, her mind was destroyed by the spell that sent the ogres to their beds forever!" "That spell has been broken, and the ogres are awake and roaming the land again!" I cried angrily. "Someone has released them." "Then Suzanne must return as well!" the old woman said, and as she looked at me, I could see the tall crests on her forehead. "But the Ogreslayer's mind was destroyed!" I exclaimed. "You said so yourself!" "I'm not saying that she can be awakened," the old woman said, "but that you will have to BECOME Suzanne Ogreslayer and destroy the ogres of Amn once and for all, young man!" "I certainly have no love for them," I replied, "but become a woman just so they can be destroyed for good? I don't think so!" But she was already pushing me toward a cabinet beside the colourful tapestry. "You can't face the ogres as you now are," she said, "because you have no ogre power. Let old Nanna Sib-Harra transfer your essence into the Ogreslayer's body, as she is the only human to have ogre power - it was a gift from a dying ogre she'd befriended in the forest near the king's castle." "You're my grandmother?" I exclaimed. "Why, who are you, young man?" she asked. "I'm Feodor Sib-Harra, and Rugged Sib-Harra, the troll chieftain, was my father." All the more reason why you should become the Ogreslayer!" Nanna exclaimed. "My son Rugged would've been proud of the way you made it to the tower room so fast. Indeed, you've beaten his best time!" Then she helped me get into the cabinet and closed the doors on me. I felt something clamp onto my head from behind, and another something jab into the back of my head. A few minutes later, intense pain surged through me, and I blacked out there and then. *** When I awoke, I found myself lying on the bed near the tapestry of the Ogreslayer. Rising to my feet, I was surprised to see Nanna pull a body out of the cabinet - my old body. "Am I really in Suzanne's body?" I asked Nanna in a soft voice as I looked at my hands - pink hands with long nails and calluses on the palms. "You are indeed!" she replied. "Now you can battle the ogres to your heart's content, while I bury your old body in the cemetery near the tower. That way, the goblins will think you fell victim to their darts." Then she handed me my new mandolin. "Thank you," I said, "for everything." I pulled the locket off my body's neck and put it on around my neck. "Are you sure that's wise?" Nanna asked when she saw the locket. "She wanted to be remembered!" I said. "Yes, I'm sure she would!" Nanna said as she went over to a wardrobe and opened it. Inside the wardrobe was Suzanne's battle armour and two- handed sword. I put on the armour and strapped the sheath of the sword around my waist. It was actually lovely armour and fit me very beautifully. Once I had it on, I hugged my grandmother goodbye. She pulled the darts out of my old body's back, and handed them to me; I took them graciously, then I hugged her again and said: "I guess this is goodbye, Grandmother." "Let's just say 'so long,' eh?" she replied. I nodded, and then walked down the stairs to the tower bottom, where I again ran into the goblins. This time, however, they all panicked and ran away, shouting loudly: "Ogreslayer! Ogreslayer! Ogreslayer!" When I stepped out into the sunlight, I felt the tingle of energy on my skin. "That actually feels good!" I cried. As I made my way up to the lake, I knelt down and looked at my new reflection. To my surprise, I saw that my eyes were blue, and not the brown colour they originally were. "Okay, I'm in Suzanne Ogreslayer's body!" I said to myself. "NOW what do I do?" "Surrender to me or die!" a voice shouted from behind me, and as I turned, I saw a big ogre standing right behind me. "The Ogreslayer!" he gasped when he saw me. "Well, m'lady, we are now twice as strong as we were before - and we can crush you easily despite the fact that you have ogre power: You cannot pass it on because you are a human being." And then he grabbed me in a bear hug before I could do anything to stop him. Unable to easily break free of his grip, I bit him on the wrist, and he screamed and let me go. Then I drew my sword and, swinging rapidly, cut off the ogre's head! When I searched his body, I found a small clay pyramid in a pouch that was tied to his belt. This object glowed with magical power, and when I held it in my hand, I felt a burst of strength go through my body as my own ogre power doubled: I promptly used it to crush the pyramid, and my strength returned to its former level. "I don't think I NEED a power boost!" I shouted at the dead ogre. "Your people's lust for muscle power may have doomed them!" *** And then I continued on my way toward the other end of the lake. Near that end of the lake, I found a tiny village situated on the water's edge. Delighted, I went into the village and walked into the local in where I met a tall dark-haired fellow wearing a deerstalker hat and an Inverness cape and smoking a large nut-bowl pipe with a long stem. There was no mistaking this rather odd-looking man. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" I asked him. "Indeed, Ogreslayer," he replied, "that is my name, and I am delighted to get the chance to finally meet you at long last." I didn't need to ask how he recognized me - or, rather, Suzanne - because another tapestry featuring her was hanging on the inn's wall. I told him about the clay pyramid I'd found on the ogre's body, and he said: "The pyramids are obviously the nexus of the ogres' increased strength - crunching them destroys the magic imparted by the clay. However, the magic's source remains a mystery, and you are the only one who can solve it." "I can't observe and deduce the way you do!" I retorted. "You can indeed, Ogreslayer!" he replied. "The general principles of observation and deduction are these, and I want you to memorize all three of them: "One: Observe carefully. "Two: Deduce shrewdly. "Three: Act to confirm your deductions. "I use my eyes and my brain when I am on a case, Ogreslayer, and you should do the same when you track the ogres' leader to his home, to confront him there." "Thank you," I said, "I shall. But is there anything I can do for you in return?" "I want you to find my hunting-crop!" he replied. "I seem to have lost it when I was tracking an ogre in the woods." "Then, I'll find it for you, Mr. Holmes, for I owe you that much, at least!" After ordering a drink, I waited until the barmaid served it, and then quaffed the drink down whole in one big long gulp before saying goodbye to Mr. Holmes and leaving the inn. Soon, I was out of the village and at an old house on the other side of the lake. Because the sun was setting, I went into the house and headed toward the living-room. There, I found a huge couch and an armchair, covered with dust and in a terrible state of disrepair. "I wonder whose house this is?" I asked myself. "A person of rank, maybe?" As I went through the living-room into the dining hall, I thought I could hear the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. I looked behind me and couldn't see anyone, so I took a breath and shouted: "Is anybody here?" As if in answer to my query, a terrible moaning sound filled the air: I realized it was a very humanlike scream. "Somebody IS here!" I exclaimed. "They've somehow rendered themselves invisible, so that I can't see them - but how can that be?" "Our master has given us that power!" exclaimed a voice from behind me - an ogre's voice, deep and mournful and powerful. "An invisible ogre?" I asked. "Now, THAT is a truly radical concept. Why would an ogre wish to be invisible?" Then I felt his arms around my chest and shoulders. "To capture and kill intruders!" the ogre retorted. "Especially YOU, Ogreslayer." I pushed back against the invisible ogre's grip, and - to my surprise - I was able to force it open, draw my sword, and ram it through his chest into his beating heart! Kneeling down beside the body, which now became visible as I watched, I searched it and found an amulet around his neck, hung on a silver chain. He did not have a clay pyramid with him. Remembering Holmes's three rules, I thought: "The ogre became visible at the time of his death, so the magic must have ceased to function at that time, probably because the amulet was linked to him in some way - for the amulet has to be the magic's source. And that explains why he had no pyramid - the two magical sources would've disrupted each other, because metal is so inimical to clay that the two of them disrupt each other when enchanted together. So, the amulet is still intact. AMAZING!" And then I put on the amulet and touched the gem with my hand. Sure enough, I became invisible until I turned it on again, at which point I returned to normal, just as if nothing had actually happened to me. Then I removed the amulet and tucked it away for future use. There was nothing in the kitchen for me to eat for supper, so I went up to the bedroom to turn in for the night, where I lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over me, and went to sleep - only to be woken by a strange howling noise. Rising from my bed, I went over to the window and looked outside. There, on the porch, was a tall man whose transparent body shone in the darkness. Rushing down to the porch, I found him right where I'd last seen him and asked: "What seems to be the trouble, good sir?" The man looked at me and said: "I was returning home from a fox hunt, when my mare got her leg caught in a gopher hole and threw me off her back. I died instantly from the fall, and can only rest if I am reunited with my beautiful bride, who disappeared the day following our wedding and has not been seen since that time." Now that I realized he was a ghost, I said: "This will be a little out of my line - I'm the Ogreslayer, not a ghost hunter. Don't you worry, I'll find your missing bride for you!" I left him standing there, and searched the house for his bride, but I couldn't find her anywhere. At last, when I was about ready to admit defeat, I returned to the bedroom, where I took a second look at a portrait by the wall above the bed showing a girl in a bridal gown looking up at the lamp affixed to the middle of the ceiling, then slapped my forehead in embarrassment. Reaching the lamp, I turned the knob at its base, and the action caused a secret door to slide open right in front of me. I walked through the door and climbed up a set of stairs. At the top of the stairs, I found an attic. "Could this be where the young bride has hidden herself?" I asked myself, shivering at the thought. "Or am I following a blind lead?" I could smell cherry blossoms in the air as I searched the attic. Finally, I came across a large steamer trunk near the back of the attic. Grabbing the lid, I pulled it off its hinges and tossed it aside. Inside the chest were the remains of a lady clad in a yellowed bridal gown, curled up and facing to the left. I'd found the fox hunter's missing bride at long last. "Have you nothing to say?" I asked the pitiful remains lying in the trunk. "Not even an apology for your own stupidity, girl?" "How about 'thank you', Ogreslayer?" a girl's voice replied, and I turned and saw a young lady standing beside me in a beautiful bridal gown, her dark hair encrusted with beads. I turned to her and asked: "Are - are you the fox hunter's bride?" "Yes," she said, "I am Suzanne de Montagne, Ogreslayer, and I must say it's good to finally meet you at last, even though I've died." "You were named after Suz - after me, then?" "I was indeed, Ogreslayer!" Suzanne replied. The real Suzanne would've loved that! "Hark!" Suzanne cried. "I can hear my Raul's step at the attic door. Here he comes now - to take me with him to our final rest." The ghost fox hunter came into the attic, where he threw himself into her arms. "Finally, finally, Suzanne and I can go to our eternal rest together!" he cried happily. "On the wall behind the trunk is a hunting-crop that once belonged to me. I want you to take it and give it to Mr. Holmes.? ?To Mr. -? I exclaimed. ?Then you know who I really am: Feodor Sib- Harra!? ?Of course, we know who you are!" Suzanne said. ?We ARE ghosts, after all, and we can see into the minds of all living people. We were just having a little fun with you!? And then they disappeared, forever. I went to the wall and took the hunting-crop into my possession, then headed back downstairs toward the bedroom of the now unhaunted - and very quiet - house. *** The next morning, I got out of bed and walked back to the village. Again, Holmes was in the inn sitting at the table, and I went up to him and gave him the hunting-crop from the attic, which he seemed delighted to accept as his own. ?Capital! Capital!" he cried. ?You?ve done excellent work, Suzanne. I must tell you, therefore, that the ogres have united around a leader they believe will force the human villagers away from the lake and river.? ?They?ve got a new leader?" I cried. ?WHO?? ?It?s someone they call Rekhotep!" Holmes cried. ?As I cannot physically fight the ogres myself, I should like to have you go into the desert and find out more about him!? ?I can certainly do that, Holmes!" I said. ?Then you had best hurry before the ogre leader send his men to level the villages here along the river and lake. The game is afoot, and you?re the only person who can nip it in the bud before the ogres attack and destroy everything that?s been built up!? *** After leaving the village, I went west - in the direction of the desert - until I reached the area where the grasses of the forest met the desert sands. I stepped immediately into the desert, and found myself wandering into an area full of sun-baked sand that was being blown around by the force of the wind - an ill wind which soon became a mighty sandstorm! I was unable to see for all the sand and had to grope along through the clouds of sand until I was able to reach into the sunlight once again. I then stumbled across an oasis of water beside which several palm trees were growing. Running up to the water, I threw myself into it and splashed around, drinking only enough to slake my thirst and sustain my on the rest of my journey through the desert, my ogre power would do the rest. I picked some cocoanuts off one of the palm trees and ate them all because I needed sustenance to complete my journey to Rekhotep?s base of operations. They tasted good, though, but once I?d eaten and drunk my fill, I left that oasis. Eventually, I came upon a dead ogre, his mummified body lying in the sand, wrapped in his cloak. Could he - and the ogres I had slain - have been Rekhotep?s advance scouts. If so, this one hadn?t made it to my homeland, dying of the heat and thirst on the journey to my little corner of Amn. I decided to then borrow the ogre?s cloak and put it on, hiding my real appearance from the ogres, and presumable, Rekhotep as well. After I put on the cloak, I walked across the sand until I cam to the middle of the desert. There, to my utter surprise and astonishment, I found an ancient pyramid being cleared of thousands of years of sand by ogres. This was the pyramid depicted by the clay models that doubled the ogres? strength! As I walked up to the pyramid, I was surprised when the ogres took no notice of me, and, in fact, let me freely go to the pyramid?s entrance, located on the eastern side of the big structure. As I went up to the door, it was flung open by a tall ogre inside. I entered the pyramid as if I was just another ogre, trying to ignore the stench of the ogres already there. Wiping a lock of sticky golden hair from my forehead, I headed down a long shaft with lit torches on the walls, which seemed to be lighting the way down towards the pyramid?s central chamber. At the end of the shaft was a shorter shaft with a much smaller width; I had to duck in order to climb down it. At the end of THIS shaft were the doors to the central chamber, which opened on their own to allow me to enter. When I did so, I was frozen in place by a magical spell. ?I happen to know that you are not Einmug!" a man?s voice said. ?Please remove his cloak.? Realizing this was probably the name of the mummified ogre I?d found, I pulled off the cloak and drew myself to my full height, then found myself under a magical paralysis once again. The shadows parted to reveal a man standing right in front of me, silhouetted by the darkness, his face hidden from my sight for that reason: a man no taller than Holmes had been. ?You?re not an ogre!" I shouted. ?I most certainly am not an ogre!" the man said. ?I am Rekhotep, former wizard of King Neferuare?s court and immortal sentinel of the desert kingdom of Aegypt!? ?The Aegyptians perished long ago!" I retorted. ?Every schoolchild knows that. All that is left are ruins and desert sand!? ?So they did!" said Rekhotep. ?My house and I are the only Aegyptians still living, Feodor Sib-Harra, and so we want to protect all of the desert life from your mother?s people. So, we have broken the spell that kept the ogres asleep and sent many of them into your misbegotten area of Amn to destroy the villages and to force them to leave the area!? ?I have already killed some of them!" I retorted. ?And the rest will meet their death by my hand when I return to my home!? ?IF you return home,? Rekhotep retorted, ?as will be proven difficult after I cast my spell on you, forcing you to sleep eternally!? And then he hurled a lightning bolt at me, and I blacked out completely. *** Suddenly, I awoke again and found myself lying on the bed in the tower, but in my old body. Nanna was beside me, and she said: ?You are still Feodor Sib-Harra inside, my fine young man, and that is what has led to your being trapped in Rekhotep?s magical slumber. In order to break that spell, you need to grow into your new role as an Ogreslayer and fight his domination!? ?You?re right, Grandmother - I need to be able to learn and grow as I mature. I?m the Ogreslayer now, like it or not, and I?ll have to fight Rekhotep and break free from this bizarre dreamworld he?s put me in!? I quickly climbed out of the bed and found that Nanna had gone. Who was she - a ghost? A dream? A voice from inside me? No matter - she was right. Up to now, I had only been responding to situations posed by other beings: this was my chance to take the initiative: I had to bring the fight to Rekhotep! Rising to my full height, I drew my two-handed sword and hurried out of the tower room, only to be confronted by a bizarre crocodile-headed monster who shouted: ?I am the Displacer, and all who fail the test of Osiris have fallen to me!? ?And I am Suzanne Ogreslayer!" I retorted. ?It has been both my destiny and my pleasure to battle the Ogres of Amn!? And, with a mighty swing of my sword, I cut off the Displacer?s head, then left its body behind me when I hurried to the door on the other side of the room. Opening the door, I went through it and was confronted again by Rekhotep himself. The wizard said: ?You are a hard subject to keep a spell on, Feodor Sib-Harra. I must cast my spell again on you before you break free!? ?NEVER!" I cried as I swung my sword and severed his head. ?I will NEVER let anyone cast a sleep spell on me again!? *** I snapped awake again and then suddenly realized that Rekhotep was lying on the floor in front of me - dead as anyone could be. I knelt and turned the body over - its head was still attached and there was no sign of injury. Only then did I realize what I?d just done. ?I entered his mind and then defeated him on that level. I-I did it! I finally took the initiative and acted on my own!? ?And you did brilliantly!" said a tall woman as she slowly stepped out of the shadows. ?I am Lady Tashat, House of Rekhotep, and I can assure you that you have saved all the people of your homeland, Suzanne Ogreslayer, as well as me. You are every bit the warrior that the tales purport you to have been!? ?Don?t you see?" I asked. ?Rekhotep was vulnerable on the psychic plane only - THAT was his one weakness!? ?I KNOW that that was his one weakness!" Lady Tashat said. ?Your actions here in the pyramid have saved all of us, because you took the initiative and triumphed!? ?I guess I?ll have to walk home, then!" I said, and Lady Tashat replied: ?No, you can use the amulet you took from Grumgig?s body to return home.? ?Just how do I do that?" I asked. ?It is what made Grumgig invisible!? ?You twist the gem in its setting!" she said. I put on the invisible ogre?s amulet, then twisted the stone. In a flash, I was back at the formerly haunted house. After tucking the amulet away again, I left the house and returned to the village proudly. *** As soon as I entered the inn, the barmaid came up to me with a large drink, which I took and gulped down as I sat down in front of Sherlock Holmes, who said: ?Did you triumph over Rekhotep, Feodor Sib-Harra, or did you just run away?? ?No, I triumphed!" I told him. ?I was able to rise to the occasion and defeat him on the psychic plane. He is now dead. And, by the way, my name is now Suzanne Ogreslayer: Feodor Sib-Harra died in the tower by the lake. I have become the champion that I now appear to be. By the way, how did you know I wasn?t the original Suzanne Ogreslayer?? ?Although many people assume the legend of Suzanne Ogreslayer was written in the modern tongue, in fact, she spoke only ancient Ghentish, and her chronicles were set down in that language. You, however, speak the modern tongue!" said Holmes in reply. ?Well, I am Suzanne Ogreslayer now, and I have finally come to accept that I WILL be Suzanne Ogreslayer for the rest of my life, however long THAT may be!" I told him. ?Before I come to live here in the village, I have one final duty to perform at the cottage where I once lived with my mother!? *** Holmes and I walked up to my mother?s grave, and were surprised to see Nanna there, tamping down the earth on a SECOND grave under the apple tree. When she saw me, she said: ?Congratulations on winning your battle against Rekhotep, the Sentinel of the Desert. I understand that his widow, Lady Tashat, will now take over as the new Sentinel of the Desert. I hope she proves to be a worthy successor!? ?Thank you!" I replied. ?Who is the occupant of the second grave, Grandmother?? ?It is YOU, Feodor Sib-Harra. Your body was poisoned by the goblins? arrows, remember? You could not have lived very long after that unless you became the Ogreslayer!? ?I truly am Suzanne Ogreslayer now!" I reflected as I put the flowers I?d picked on my mother?s grave. ?I have found the strength and the will to become a champion in my own right - as Mr. Holmes can certainly attest!? ?Indeed, she has!" Holmes said. ?And I am very proud that I was able to help her defeat Rekhotep and save Amn!? To my surprise, Nanna came up and piled a bunch of rocks on my mother?s grave. ?A gesture of respect for the mother,? she said, ?who raised you so very well.? And, as I knelt and kissed the ground over the grave where my mother lay, I could feel my spirit soar - I was happy again at long last. THE END