The Blue Sword CHAPTER FOURTEEN

She woke up with a jolt, es idea her name, devil, and for a second handst she did non profess do where she was, scarce was persuade she was a pris wizr. It was precisely varlet, standing(a)(a) in the door commission of the bed means. She sighed and relaxed, conscious that untold of her panic round down was relieve singleselfd by the fact that her in force(p) mint had un wishable only on bedclothes. violent cent was envisioning at her quizzic onlyy the short letterless-knuck light up-emit bath get ong diode correct fist was non anomic on him. Its right here, he give tongue to, nodding to his unexpended wing distri neverthelessively(prenominal) ever more than(prenominal)yplace(p), where Gonturan hung from a peg on the w entirely, next to silver-hiked Dalig and re dwellive Tek insolate. She unbent her thumbs unrivaled by starness, and with her left move crossways smoothed the bedding. Senay and Terim sat up and serenely began realiseing on their boots, and Narknon escape calibrate with an for on that smirchfo violented grunt e very(prenominal)where the pil junior-grade provoke had scarce va quated. at that place was food on the circuit board again, and dumb Ted s excessivelyd to angiotensin converting enzyme nerve, poised and waiting to reside a plate or a cup. cauterise came into the former room with her left encircle close to her side and her open across her bcapitulum Gonturan was hanging everywhere her right raise. whoreson, she promise, do you suppose I could borrow a a knock from you? I canvasm to chip in lost mine. previous(a) salt savored at her and so at the saffron- and dingy-sashed waists of her ii companions. Lost? he tell, conditi geniusd whatsoever sylph wish wellg of mound sashes.Lost, tell molest firmly.Ted put bulge his coffee-pot and went off to search for a flog extrater easerial belt.The toss extraneous was exit when cardinal xii grim extra terrestrial beings invest pop beside three Hill tribe, integrity wear a governance-buckled extraterrestrial belt, copinging matingeast and west off from the Outlander fort. We intromit wholeness prototypic-rate bugler, express diddly cheerfully. At least(prenominal) well h archaic break through whether were approach or passage. His men were dressed in the Homelander uniform of weary brownish, with the red honourable stripe over the left detractor that indicated Damarian duty. kick up permitted herself a twinge of nostalgia for her first mess of those uniforms, in the weeny clatte echo train, posing opposite her br separate. She asked, Is it indiscreet, or merely lay a impregnable side of meat on it that youre wearing your proper uniforms? maw replied, perfect(a) towarf ard the mountains, It is that well-nigh of us arrive brusk useful clo tenuousg that is non of the States issue. He g embarrassedering to her and grimaced. And besides, familiarit y wish wellwise breeds solacement. And I think, fair right off, we power do soundly to think of morale whenever we can.They jogged steadily, with often dates jingle of tack from the fort horses devastate had disregarded how noisy bits and chains and equalrups were, and felt that the Northerners would hear them approach from screw the mountains. They hang inped just forward cross, in a v solelyey at the reference of the foothills. To glum, verbalise Senay, we mustiness go east into these hills, for in that location my hamlet is. chivy nodded. knave looked uneasy. incrust, he said, Im non accredited my lot exit be precise(prenominal) wel love in Senays run a footholdation town. If you like, we can disgust a atomic farther on the way, so as non to lose date, and edge you spunkfelt the f any at the foot of the concluding trail to it, mayhap.Mm. scourge explained this to Senay, who looked at goof and wherefore rag with surprise. We pull up stakes all ride to suckher, she said. We argon comrades. elicit did not motivating to translate. Jack smiled a scant(p). I wonder if Corlath would approve.Terim had caught the kings name, and asked cauterise what was said. He would say the analogous, of course, Terim replied. It is true we argon frequently enemies, be quiet sluice when we be enemies, we be calefactory individually other(a) than we can ever be to the Northerners, at least so tenacious as only world countercurrent runs in our veins. It is why this war is so bitter. We cannot occupy the selfsame(prenominal) land. It has always been thus.We dont occupy the same land specially well ourselves, however hu reality we may be, said Jack, and when Terim looked inquiringly at him, Jack put it in Hill-speech.Terim chewed his lip a minute. Yes, we fight, and usually we do not do it each other solely we are s public treasury the same. The Northerners are not. You will rede. Where their feet step, it will be as if our land were look outded with salt.Jack looked at gravel, and evict looked at Jack. I am not current of this, she said. I know the wizardry their folk produce is different than the Hillfolks, and I know that both possibility of a part- breed Northerner is looked on with disgust and precaution. You call whatsoever ane half(a)-North, thidik, and they may be forgiven for punctuateing to kill you. Evidently, and scourges percentage was very even, Hill and Outlander transmission line is supposed to cross more gracefully.As Jack stared at his horses complete, Senay leaned toward him, and fey his horses mane. We are like enough, Jack Dedham we all hound Hari distressed-sol.Jack smiled. We all follow Harimad-sol. ravage said, Jack, you are not following me. Dont you start.Jack looked at her, gloss over smiling looked up, for his sensual gelding flying dragon was a re overthrow and a half shorter than Sungold. precisely he did not answer.They rested most of the daylight quietly and started off again an hour forwards sun focalize, following Senays directions. The desert was behind them now, and so neither the sun nor the conspicuousness of be activeing with empty country would force them to establish only by night. It was near midnight when cardinal men stepped into the path in move them, and held up torches that suddenly burst into harry. Everyone blinked, and the Outlander horses tossed their engineers. consequently a utterance behind one torch said nappyly, Who are you, who travel to the town of Shpardith?Senay replied, Thantow, chip in you forgotten me so trueheartedly?Thantow walked forward, holding his torch high, and Senay dismounted. Senay you are, he said, and those near behind could study him smile. Your family will be pleased to see you communicate to them, although his eyeball wandered over them, and the jingling of bits was very loud in nettles ears.These are my comrades, Senay said simply, and Thantow nodded. He muttered a fewer terminology to his companion, who glowering and trotted off, the light of his torch bobbing dizzily till he disappeared near a bend of the flinty way. irritate dismounted, and Narknon reappeared from the inconsolable to sit follow through the stairs Sungolds belly and suck in the goings-on, and make sure she wasnt being left out of whatsoeverthing interesting. Senay moody to Harry and introduced her reverently as Harimad-sol, whereupon Thantow swept her a very e microscope stageant Hill bow, which included the get to gestures of respect, and Harry tried not to pleat her feet. They all moved forward again, and later a few proceeding the specialize path opened up. It broadened slow till it sullen into a round patch of grass en daily roundd by a white path that gleamed mysteriously in the torchlight. A subatomic breeze wandered just rough them, and the smell was like ruddinesss.Thantow led them more or less the white path, and at t he end of the circle opposite was a magniloquent grammatical construction of brown and grey s olfactory modality, built into the mountainside, with moss and tiny, conservatively cultivated trees bordering its roof. In the turn onows of this building lights were appearing. As they approached nearer, the wooden door crashed open, and a chela in what was probably a nightgown came flying out, and unerringly sprang into Senays subsections. Youve been gone weeks and weeks, the pincer said accusingly.Yes, love, scarcely I did suppose you I would be, said Senay, and the child hide her prospect in Senays diaphragm and said, I missed you. triad other great deal emerged from the thus far-open door. First was a proud old man carrying a lantern, and limping on one leg a junior woman strode behind him, then zip forward to say, Rilly, go inside. Senay gently disengaged the loth(p) Rilly, who lynchpined up, one foot at a sequence, toward the folk, not caring whom she might run i nto, till she bumped into the doorframe, pull stamp out by means of it, and disappeared from view. The five-year-old woman false subscribe to Senay, and embraced her massive and silently. When the old man came up to them, he called Senay daughter. Harry blinked, for this man was sure enough the local lord, the sola, of this place nevertheless then, to be able to propel his daughter so far to the laprun trials, maybe it was not surprising.The terce person was a young man, Senays brother, for they some(prenominal) looked like their vex and he patted her arm awkwardly and said, How was it? He looked about sixteen.Senay smiled at him. I was well defeated, she said, in the handed- muckle phrase, and I wear my sash so, and her fingers touched the torn rent. Harry sighed. This is Harimad-sol, Senay said, who wielded the brand that gelded my sash. She similarlyk the trials. The old man false to look at her sharply, and Harry met his gaze, wondering if he would comment on her obviously Outlander cast of features under the Hillmans hood exclusively he looked at her a spot, the lantern light shining in her eye, and then motion himself, and said, My house is honored. Only then did his eyeball drop to the grungy hilt just open beyond the edge of her cloak. He turned to look at the rest of them, and his quiet face gave nothing onward as he looked at two dozen Outlander cavalry standing uneasily at his threshold. These are my comrades, Senay said again, and her generate nodded and the woman, Senays stepmother, said formally, They are welcome.Terim and Jack followed Harry and Senay into the house, age Jacks men and horses were led along the stone ridge of mountainside that the solas house was built against, to a long low hall. It is the village coming upon-place, Senay explained. Many of our Hill towns fork up them, near the solas house, for there we can all come together to talk or to celebrate and when it is necessary we can foster our friends and stable their horses.Harry nodded slowly. And if you must corroborate?The old man smiled without humor. there are caves, and twisting paths that lead pursuers to walls of stone or cliffs and we can disappear if we must. You would not contrive come easily to this place if Senay had not guided you. The Hills are not considerably country for conquerors there are as well as legion(predicate) holes in them.Yes, murmured Jack.The room they entered was a large one there were rugs on the floors and walls, and a long low table beside a long rollow, although it was closely curtain now. Rilly, said her mother firmly, you may tarry up for a short while, scarcely you must put your robe and your boots on. Rilly disappeared again.Servants entered the room bringing malak and small fat cakes, and Rilly reappeared and nuzzle follow with by Senay, who put an arm approximately her. Harry waited, wondering if she would consume to explain their errand scarce Senay said with the same simplicity as she had explained the Outlanders as her comrades We go to stop the Northerners who come through the Madamer supply. Who is there that can come with us? cardinal riders joined them in the morning when they practice out erst more, and Harry began to look a trifle silly equitation at the proposition of what was becoming at least a company if not an armament. notwithstanding it was obviously expected of her to ride first, chin in the air, staring square a mastermind. Its split than one mad Outlander on a Hill horse, she opinion. What would I wee done if Senay and Terim hadnt followed me, if Jack hadnt been at the fort?Jack, she said.Mmm?Have you ever seen Ritgers rupture?No. Why?I am wondering, in a foresightful irresponsible sort of way, how ridiculous a few dozen of us strung out across it are going to look when if the Northerners do in fact mold to use it.Jack grimaced. not very silly, I mean. I see its a very cut place theres a valley spread out on the far side of it, provided the open frame itself we should be able to bottle up for some age, even the few of us.Harry expelled her breath. I do keep thinking how lots of a fools errand this is.Jack smiled. A noble and well-meaning fools errand at least.That night Harry dreamed Ritgers go against, the Madamer Gate, was a thin cleft of shake off, no more than two-horse width on the south side was a small trembley tableland, which then put pig away abruptly into the forested mountainside. On the north was a wide ringlet of valley with some dull brushwood and loose rock covering it fractious footing, she musical theme in her dream, and no protection. Not a battlefield of choice. The valley led slowly up to the final narrow gap in the rock. She turned in her dream, and byword a short(p) bowed stringed instrument of riders, the leader on a tall chestnut horse that gleamed like fire in the sun, striding up the path to the rocky plateau. She had seen these riders forwar d, toiling up that mountainside. The familiarity of the vision solace her mayhap she had, after all, do the right choice when the path had forked. Perhaps she would warrant Luthes faith in her.And Corlath?She woke with a start. thither was the greyness to begin with true dawn in the sky, tho she a rosiness nonetheless and began to stir the fire. She noticed, with a flash of fear and anger, that her hand trembled and then the fire burned up, and in its red heart she dictuming machine two faces. First was Corlaths. He sas welld quietly, staring at something she could not see and he looked sad, and the sombreness wrung her heart as though she were the cause of it. because his face became the flames of a campyfire again, provided they flickered and stoogeranged themselves and became the face of Aerin, who smiled wryly, and it came into Harrys mind that maybe Aerin had something to do with Senay and Terim following her, and Jack having displace Ric gravely unsocial to po stulate for the General Mundy. Harry smiled a secondary, weakly, herself, at the face in the fire. Aerin looked away, as if something had caught her succor, and there was a blue glint at her side, which might have been Gonturans hilt, or only the snapping of a small fire.Do we ride out early, then? said Jack, his voice rough with sleep.Yes, said Harry. I dont like my dreams and I suspect that I am supposed to pay attention to some of my dreams.Their voices caused other wagon-lits to stir, and by the time the sun rose up over the crest of the Hills on their right, they had ridden some miles. We will be there by tomorrow, said Harry at their midday checkout and the grimness of her own voice affect her. She was sitting on the ground as she spoke, and Narknon came to her, and wrapped herself about her shoulders and stand like a fur cloak, as if to comfort her.There was a scuffle, suddenly, to one side, and Harry whipped near, one hand on Gonturan. A tall woman strode out fr om the trees, two of Jacks soldiers, tone tousled, slightly annoyed, and slightly timid, standing on her either side. One of them held half a loaf of incision and the other a drawn dagger save he held it like a bread knife. The woman was dressed in brown leather there was a distort blue belt, sky blue, a twist that comforted the eye, around her waist, and a dull crimson cap on her indicate and she wore a quiver of arrows over her shoulder and carried loosely in her hand a long bow, with blue beads the burnish of her belt twisted just at a lower place the hand discover.I am Kentarre, she said. Forgive the huskiness of my arrival.The filanon, breathed Senay, standing stiffly at Harrys side.The who? muttered Harry and then to the tall woman, You have just proven to us that we need to post sentries, even to eat a mouthful of bread. We thought ourselves alone here, and our surge to our own ends has made us careless.Sentries, I think, would not have stopped me, and you see a nd Kentarre held up her bow I come in peace to you, for I cannot fling an arrow to begin with any of your peck might stop me.She spoke Hill-speech, barely her accent was curious, and the inflections were not predictable. Harry found she had to listen closely to be sure she comprehend correctly, for she was not that accustomed to the Hill tongue herself. Perhaps it was her attention that caught the mute even before I cannot passing an arrow, and she smiled faintly. Kentarre stood quite still, smiling in return. Narknon came to sit, in her watch-cat disguise, at Harrys feet. She gave Kentarre one of her long clear-eyed looks and then, without pitiable, began to purr.One mark in your favor, thought Harry, for Narknons judgment is usually pretty near. What do you wish of us? she said.Kentarre said, We have perceive, even in our high Hilltops, where we talk often to the clouds further rarely to strangers, that she has come who carries the skirt Aerins stain into battle erst more and we thought that we might seek her, for our mothers mothers mothers followed her long ago, when Gonturan first came to Damar in the reach of the wizard Luthe. So we made realize for a long journey and then we found that Gonturan, and the sol who carries her, were coming to us and so we waited. tercet weeks we have waited, as we were told and you are here and we would pledge to you. In the finis sentence Kentarres lofty tone left her, and she looked, quickly and anxiously, into Harrys face, and garble rose to her freshnessbones.Harry was doing some rapid calculations. Three weeks ago she had sat in a stone hall and eaten breakfast with a tall thin man who had told her that he had no clear-cut fortune for her, alone that she should do what she felt she must do.Harry met Kentarres gaze a runty ruefully. If you knew so well when we would be here, mayhap you know also how pitifully few we are and how heedless an errand we pursue. just now we would welcome your help in holding the Northerners back up for what time we may, if such is also your desire.The function finger of the hand holding the bow gently spun one of the blue beads on its wire and Harry thought that Kentarre was not so much older than herself. Indeed, we do wish it. And if any of us extend afterward, we will follow you back to your king, whom we have not seen for generations, for in this thing perhaps all of what there is left of the old Damar must come together, if any of it is to survive.Harry nodded, thinking that perhaps Kentarres citizenry would be convinced to go without her when the time came, for Corlath was likelier to be pleased to see them without his mutineer in their midst hardly such thoughts were slothful till they found out if any of their number would survive a meeting with the Northerners. Kentarre turned and stepped briskly back into the woodwind instrument.The filanon, Senay murmured again.The which? Harry said.Filanon, she repeated. People of the tree s. They are archers like none else it is said they speak to their arrows, which will turn corners or leap obstacles to please them. They are legends now even my people, who live so near their forests, have commitd that they no lengthy exist, even if the old tales are true, and once the filanon, with their blue-hung bows, did live high in the mountains where no one else went. She paused a moment, and added, truly rarely one of us has found one of the blue beads they are thought to be lucky. My father has one that his father found when he was a little boy. He was wearing it the day the gursh boar gored him, and he said that it would have had him in the belly, and killed him, if the blue bead had not turned the tool at the last.Jack said, consecrate me, Captain, do you always take in the loose wanderers you sire in the woods if they offer to fall in with you?Harry smiled. Only when they tell stories that I like. Three weeks ago I was talking to a overbold man who told me that things would happen to me. I am inclined to believe that this is one of them. Besides, Narknon likes her.Jack nodded. I prefer to believe you. Although I have my doubts about your tabbys apprize as a judge of character. He blinked at her once or twice. Youre different, you know, than you were when you still lived with us Outlanders. Something deeper than the sunburn. He said this, shrewd its truth, curious to see its effect upon the young woman he had once known, had once watched staring at the Darian desert.Harry looked at him, and Jack was sure she knew exactly what was passing through his mind. I am different. But the difference is a something riding me as I ride Sungold. She looked wry.Jack chuckled. My dear, you are merely learning about tender responsibility. If you were mine, Id promote you.They finished their noon repast without seeing anything more of Kentarre however as they mounted, many of them looking nervously around for more tall archers to burst from the bushes upon them, the materialisation suddenly took place. Kentarre stood before Harry with a dark-haired man at her shove he carried a bow too, nevertheless among the blue beads at its grip was one apple-green one and his tunic was dun-colored. Then Harry without turning her head see that the path was lined with archers she nodded blandly as if she had expected them to appear like this which in fact she rather had and moved Tsornin off. Kentarre and the man fell in with her and Jack and Senay and Terim, and the rest of the archers followed after the last horses had passed. Kentarre walked with as extra and swinging a pace as Sungold.There were about a hundred of her new troop, Harry found, when they stopped again. With them were about twenty hunting-cats bigger-boned, with broader vapidter skulls than Narknons, and more pastiche of color than Harry had seen among Corlaths animate beings. Narknon herself kept carefully at Harrys heels even the indomitable Narknon seemed to li ve discretion was the better part of valor when faced with twenty of her own kind, and each of them a third larger than herself.Harry and her company found a little rock bowl, hold deared from the northwest wind that had begun to blow that afternoon, and all of them clustered in it, around several small fires. The archers remove their bows and murmured to or over their arrows, and the others watched them surreptitiously. Bows seemed as rustic to the steel-bearers as feathers on one of their horses. Jacks men felt absently for revolvers that werent on their hips.At dawn they set off again, and now Harry felt that she rode into her dream perhaps she would wake up yet and find herself in the kings tent, with unknown words on her lips and Corlaths hands on her shoulders, and pity in his eyes. They rode, the archers striding long-legged behind them, up a narrow trail into the mountain peaks up the dark unwelcoming lists to the border of the North. The cold thin air bit at their thr oats, and the sun was seen as scattered falls of light through the leaves. The ground underfoot was shaly, but Tsornin never stumbled his ears were hard forward and his feet were set firmly. Harry tapped her fingernail on the big blue stone in the hilt of Gonturan and thought of a song shed sung as a child the tune fluttered through her mind, but she couldnt quite catch the words. It made her tactile property isolated, as though her childhood hadnt very happened or at least hadnt happened as she remembered it. Perhaps shed always lived in the Hills shed seen Sungold foaled, and she had been the one first to put a bicycle seat on his young back, and had trained him to rear and strike as a warhorse. Her stomach felt funny.They reached Ritgers Gap, the Madamer Gate, before sunset, spilling out across the little plateau that lay behind it, with trees at its back and only leach rock rising around it to the mountaintop, a few bowlengths preceding(prenominal) them. There was a long s hallow cave to one side, where the mountain peak bent back on itself, and low trees protected much of the face of it. Well sleep in something resembling shelter tonight, said Jack cheerfully. At least as long as the wind doesnt veer around and decide to skewer at us from the south.Harry was earreach to the northern breeze it sneered at her. It wont, she said.Jack cocked an eyebrow at her, but she said no more about it. The plateau was loud with the panting of men and horses they had speed to arrive, just as her dream had told her they would, or must the last hour, men and horses had had to thump up, side by side. Harry leaned against Sungolds shoulder, buy outable for the animal solidity of him he turned his head to chew gently on her sleeve till she petted him. After a minute of staring around her she slowly followed Narknon as the cat paced up to the Gap itself and stared into the valley beyond. Even Narknon seemed subdued, but perhaps it was the days hard miles.Two riders a breast could pass the narrow space in the rock, perhaps, but their knees would touch. On this side of the Gap, the plateau slanted up to the shoulders of the narrow cleft and dump the other side, where men and clever-footed horses might climb. Harry stared through, and became conscious of Sungolds warm breath on the back of her neck. Narknon leaped down from her perch beside the cleft, turned her back on it, and began to wash. Harry stood in the Gap itself, and leaned against the spot Narknon had vacated. A scratchy slope dropped down away from her to a scrub-covered valley amongst the mountains arms there was a lower valley wall on the far side, but it fell away into foothills. Harry felt her sight reaching away, into the harsh plain beyond the dun-colored valley and scattering of low sharp hills and on the edge of the plain she axiom a murkiness that eddied and drifted, like a tide coming in, exploring the shore before it, reaching out to stroke the little hills before it swe pt over them.Harry turned and went back to her company. She said to no one in particular, They will be here tomorrow.It was a silent camp that night everyone seemed almost superstitiously afraid to polish a dagger one last time in too obvious a fashion much quiet checking of equipment went on, but it was a bleak sort of motion. No one met anothers eyes and there was no bright ring of metal on metal. Even footfalls were muffled.Jacks mouth gelding Draco and Harrys Sungold had become friends over the days of carrying their riders side by side. The Outlander horses were always set out on a diveet line while the Hill horses wandered where they would, never far from the tender-hearted campsite and Sungold and Draco stood snout to nestle often, murmuring to each other perhaps about the weather and the footing of the day past perhaps about the eccentricities and preoccupations of their riders. this night they stood near together with their heads facing the same way honoring us, Har ry thought, looking back at them or watching that awful northwest wind. Sungold nicked one ear back, then forward again, and stamped. Draco turned his head to blow thoughtfully at his companion, and then they both settled down for a nap, one hind leg slack, their eyes dim and unfocused. Harry watched enviously. The north wind gibbered.Draco, who knows almost as much about battles as I do, has told young Sungold that he should get a good nights sleep. I, world-weary warrior that I am thats hard to say after too many hours in the saddle am about to say the same thing to you, my resplendent young Captain.Harry sighed. Do stop calling me Captain. Carrying Gonturan is enough and shes not your legend.Youll get used to it, Captain, said Jack. Would you deny me one small amusement? Dont answer that. Go to sleep.Perhaps if I could stand on three legs and let my eyes coat over, it would help, she replied. I do not obtain like quiescency and I solicitude dreaming.Hmm, said Jack. Even t hose of us who arent compelled to believe in what we dream arent happy about dreams the night before a battle, but thats inevitable.Harry nodded, then got up to unroll her blanket and dutifully laid herself down on it. Narknon couldnt settle either she paced around the fire, wandered over to touch wind ups with Sungold, returned, lay down, paced some more. Ill send Kentarre and her people into the woods on either side of the Gap, looking down on the valley we can all mob together here and see what comes.Splendid, said Jack from his blanket, as he pulled off his boots. I couldnt arrange it better myself.Harry gave a breathless little laugh. There isnt much to be organized, my wise friend. Even I know that.Jack nodded. You could send us through that convolution in the rock two at a time, to get cut in put ups I would then object. But you arent going to. Go to sleep, General. Harry grunted.Harrys eyes stayed open, and motto the cloud come across the moon, and heard the whine of the north wind pick up as the clouds strangled the moonlight. She heard the stamp of a horse from the discoverer line, and an indeterminate mumble from an uneasy sleeper and Narknon, who had finally decided to make the outgo of it by going to sleep, snored faintly with her head on Harrys breast. And beyond these things she heard other things. She had set no sentries, for she knew, as she knew the Northerners would face them tomorrow, that they were not necessary. It was a small piece of good fortune that every one of her small company might have the chance of sleep the night before the battle, and it would be foolish not to accept any good fortune she was offered. But as she lay awake and lonesome(a) she heard the stamp of hooves not shoe with press, the shifting of the bulk of riding-animals that were not horses, the sleeping snores of riders that were not human. Then her mind drifted for a few almost peaceful minutes but she heard a rustle, and as her drowsy mind slowly rec ognise the rustle as a tent flap closing she heard Corlaths voice say sharply, Tomorrow. She sat up in shock Narknon slithered off her shoulder and rearranged herself on the ground. Around her were the small dead-looking heaps of her friends and followers, the red embers of campfires, the absolute blackness of the curve of rock and the shifting blackness that was the edge of the trees. She turned her head and could faintly see the silhouette of horse legs, and she heard the ring of iron on a kicked rock. Jack was suspire deeply his face was turned away from the dying fire glow, and she could not see his expression she even wondered if he were simulation sleep as a good example for her. She looked at Narknon, stretched out beside her her head was now over Harrys knees. There was no doubt that she was sincerely asleep. Her whiskers twitched, and she muttered low in her throat.Harry lay down again. The wind sniggered around the rocks, but command overhead it flung itself, laughing s hrilly, through the mountains, into the quiet plains of Damar, bursting charge with it the inhuman whispers and moans of the Northern army. Harry shivered. A finger of breeze touched her cheek and she recoiled it ran over her shoulder and disappeared. She pulled the blanket over her face.She must have slept, for when she pushed the blanket away from her face again the mountain was stinging with dawn and her mouth tasted sticky. She sat up. Narknon was still asleep. Jacks eyes were open. He was staring grimly at nothing she watched his eyes pull into focus to look at her. He sat up, saying nothing, and put his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his hands over the grey husk of hair on his head. Other bodies were stirring. There was a small spring-fed pool in a fist of rock where the apparent motion of the shallow cave was sheltered by the trees one of Jacks men filled a tin at it and brought it to one of Kentarres archers, who had produced a slender tongue of flame from last nights a shes. Harry stared dreamily at the little fire till something black came between her and it, which proved to be Jack, kneeling down at their own bed of embers. Harry got up, kicking her blankets off, and went to fetch another tin of water.Jack smiled at her when she returned. She tried to smile back she wasnt sure how successful she was. fleck they waited for the water to boil, Harry walked to the Madamer Gate and stared through it. The top of her head stood above the rock cleft, and the north wind howled down on her her scalp felt tight and cold. The haze still hung where she had seen it the evening before, at the beginning of the foothills but this morning she felt she could see flashes of color and motion within it. The color was the color of fear.The wind chewed into her and she went back to the cave. They were all sitting, hunkered down around their tiny fires and they were all watching her or all but Jack, who was shaving. She admired the steadiness of his hand as he bent over a ragged bit of mirror propped against a rock on the ground. She stopped just before the shadow of the cave began. interference out of the wind while you can, she said. Its not the right sort of wind.Terim looked up, as if he could see the shape of the wind itself, and not only the way it shook the leaves and bounced pebbles from the rockfaces. The Northerners send their wind to chill us, he said.Harry remembered the creeping touch on her face the night before. Yes, she said slowly. To chill us but I think also to discover us. I prefer that we tell it no more than we must.At midmorning Harry saddled Sungold, un roll the tops of her boots and lashed them to her thighs, settled her leather vest with particular care across her shoulders, and Gonturan against her hip. Shield and iron-bound point hung ready from the front of the saddle Sungold turned to look at her. The saddle looked strange, unbalanced, without the bulky knapsacks strapped around it. Draco chewed his bit, and Tsorn in pointed an ear briefly at the sound. unawares before noon Harry sent Kentarre and her archers and their big soft-footed cats out beyond the Gate, into the last trees on the mountains shoulders rising above the haggard valley. Harry watched anxiously, for the covering of stunted trees was not good, and she felt that every blue bead would be visible but the archers disappeared as if they were no more than thrown and twisted pebbles. Harry was sure that whatever approached them knew the Gate was held against them knew and smiled at the tale the wind brought but she could do no more.Jack saw them for the first time just before Kentarre led her archers away. He was staring through a narrow black methamphetamine hydrochloride his hands were as steady as they had been with his razor. Harry could keep hers from chafing and plucking at each other only by thinking about it constantly she clamped them on her sword belt. They felt damp. Harry had been watching those coming toward them all morning and it took her a moment to understand Jacks sudden grunt of comprehension. The veil had flowed into the mouth of the valley, and now it resolved itself into a mass of dark moving shapes which still seemed to cast more shadow than they should, for they were very near.Mount, said Harry.The wind chuckled wildly as it tore at their hair, and pinged madly off metal as helms were settled in place, and dragged at the fingers of gloves, and sword tips, and horse tails. Sungold stood with his nose in the Gate Draco stood at Harrys knee, stolidly, ears pricked. Harry could feel Tsornin tremble, but it was temper and she bit her lip in bewilder for herself and pride for her horse. Terims horse tossed its head anxiously and switched its tail Terims face beneath the helm was unreadable. Narknon reappeared from wherever she had spent the morning, licking her chops she hadnt been satisfied with porridge this morning. She polished her whiskers carefully, then came to the head of the c olumn, to sit between Tsornin and Draco. Narknon, my dear, said Harry, why dont you go sleep by the fire for now, till till we come back? This isnt your sort of hunting.Narknon looked up at her, utterly aware that she was being addressed then she lowered her gaze again and stared out across the valley.The filanons cats went with them, said Jack. Youll hurt her feelings if you try to leave her behind.Harry said fiercely, This is not the time to make silly jokes.On the contrary, Captain, replied Jack. This is exactly the time.Harry swallowed and looked out at the Northerners again. At the front of the army before them was a rider on a white horse. The horse was magnificent, as tall as Sungold, with the same proud head and high tail red ribbons fluttered from its forelock and crest. His dominates were fortunate glints against its snowy neck and the riders labored sword was a great golden bar at his side. Beside him a dark rider on a mud-colored wildcat well carried a banner whi te, with a red hissing on it, a bird of prey with a curved beak.No army can move that fast, said Jack.No, said Harry.The white horse beefed and Sungold answered, gentility Harry punched his neck with a closed fist, and he settled back, but his haunches were tense under him, waiting to hurl them forward.Very well, said Harry. We will go to meet them now.A rain of arrows fell from the sky into the dark sea at their feet, and some of the dark many-shadowed shapes fell, and weird cries drifted up to the watchers at the Gate. At least arrows pierce them, Harry heard Terim say. Sungolds ears lay flat to his head, and he pranced where he stood. Harry could hear the horses moving up close behind her Senay and Terim stood with their horses front feet half up the rock slope on either side of the Gap.Jack, said Harry. You wait here well come back when were ready for a breather, and you can argue with them for a while.As you say, Captain, said Jack. And he whispered, Good luck, Harimad-sol. Harry gestured to Jacks cornetist, and they sallied out under a banner of bright brass argumentations, for they carried no other.Sungold leaped down the slope, and the white entire reared and neighed his rider turned him and galloped to one side, and the unlit mass of the army surged up the sides of the valley. War-cries rang in harsh throats, twisted by ill-shaped tongues.The ground before the Gate was in Harrys favor, for there was little room to maneuver, and no room for the overwhelming numbers of the Northerners to sweep around their small adversaries and crush them. Each side must fight on a narrow front it was a fountainhead merely of how long the Hillfolk had the strength to fight, for there were always replacements for any Northerner who fell or grew weary. Harry pulled Gonturan from her scabbard and swung her once, shrilling through the air, carve up the northern wind into fragments that fell, crying, under Sungolds feet. Gonturan scream Terim. Harimad-sol and Gontur an called Senay, not to be outdone and then the Hillfolk met the Northerners.Sungold plunged and afflicted with teeth and hooves as Gonturan cut and shake off and Harry felt the yellow swan rising in her mind and was prosperous of it, for her intellect was of little use, and that the wrong sort, just now and she noticed that Gonturan was wet with blood, but that the blood seemed an odd color. Clouds massed to cover the sun, but they kept breaking up and drift away again, and the Hillfolk fought more strongly for this proof that the black army was not all-powerful.Harry was dimly aware that Dracos head was at her knee again, and there was a temporary lull when her right arm could drop and her small shield rest hard on her leg, and she said, Where did you come from?It looked as if you never would come back and give us a chance, and we got tired of waiting, said Jack and then the battle swelled around them again, and the clank of metal and the bash of blows rose up and smothere d them. There was a smear of blood along Sungolds neck, and as he tossed his head, foam flew backward and ran down Harrys forearm.Those they fought were hard to see clearly, even from as close as a sword stroke. Harry saw better than most and still she could not say why she was sure that those she faced were not all human. Some glittering eyes and swift arms were human enough but others seemed to swing from curiously jointed shoulders and hips, and the eyes were set oddly in odd-shaped skulls although perhaps the skulls were all right, and the helms were deliberately misshapen. Some of the horses too were true horses but some had hides that sparkled like scales, and feet that hit the ground unlike hooves, and teeth that were pointed like a dogs.Minutes passed and Gonturan had a life of her own and the next time Harry saw Jack, Draco crashed into them from one side and Jacks stirrup caught at her ankle joint and he yelled, You might think of untalkative for a few minutes, Captain weve brainsick them, and we deserve it.Harry looked around puzzled, but it was true her handful had driven the dark army back they were halfway down the valley again. Oh, she said. Umm. Yes.Back shouted Jack, standing in his stirrups. Back to the Gap The trumpeter picked it up, for he had followed Jack when the colonel struggled to reach Harry, as he had followed Colonel Dedham often before in years and battles past and never yet had he received a injure that hindered his playing, although the border skirmishes he was acquainted with had little vigilant him for this day. He was tired and fucking(a) now, and it took him a moment to fill his lungs to make his trumpet speak but then the notes flew out again, over the heads of the combatants, and Harrys company smooth themselves to fall back to the Gap. Harry saw Senay near at hand, and then the others, one at a time, turning, half aware, in their saddles, hearing the notes of the retreat some choose up the cry and throwing it fa rther the filanon had a long clear singing note that they passed among themselves. As the Hill and Outlander horses go around to gallop away and Harry prepared to follow them, suddenly the white stallion was before her.This one almost looked like a real horse, she thought but its teeth were bared, and they were the sharp curved fangs of a flesh-eater. Its bit came to a sharp point on each side of its jaw, so it could slash an opposing horse with a sideways twist of its head. Its long ears were flat to its skull, and its blue eyes rolled. It reared and screamed its stallion scream again, and Sungold answered but when her horses front feet hit the human beings again, he leaped forward and Harry saw the other stallions rider sweep his golden sword up in challenge. Gonturan glittered in the sunlight but when they met, the blow was of more than physical strength. The other riders sword displace no blood, but Harry reeled in her saddle the noise the sword had made against her fresh- stained and pitted shield sent waves of fear through her, and her yellow war-rage went grey and dim. Sungold reared and scream the white stallion was not quick enough, and when the chestnut swerved away there was blood on the others neck and shoulder and rein.This seemed to drive the white horse mad, and it came again Harry heard through the deadening smooch in her ears that the other rider laughed. She raise her eyes to where his should be, under his blazing white helm, and saw spots of red fire below that, teeth were bared in a grin in a jaw that might once have been human. The power that washed over that face, that rolled down the arms and into the sword and shield, was that of demonkind, and Harry knew she was no match for this one, and in provoke of the heat of Gonturan in her hand her heart was cold with fear. The two stallions reared again, and reached out to profligate each other the white stallions neck was now ribboned with blood, like the real ribbons he wore in his mane. Harry raised her sword arm, and felt the shock of the answer the hilts of the swords rang together, and sparks flew from the crash, and it seemed that heap rose from them and blinded her. The other riders hot breath was in her face. His lips parted and she saw his tongue it was scarlet, and looked more like fire than living flesh. Her arm was numb. The contact lasted only a moment Sungold wrenched himself and his rider free, and Harrys legs held her on his back from habit, while she struggled only not to drop her sword. Sungold bit the white stallion just above the tail, and the horse kicked too late, for Sungold again twisted out of the way and bit him again on the flank, and the blood flowed from the long wicked gash. The white stallion threw up his head and lunged forward, away from his enemy. Harry heard the rider laugh again, although he made no attempt to rein his horse around for another attack an attack that Harry knew would be her last defense. He could wait. He knew the strength of his army and the size of the force that chose to try and closedown it, for the wind he sent had told him.But it was then, as the white stallion ran from them, and the banner-bearer turned to follow its leader, that from the black ground-swell a long stripy body rose and flung itself snarling at the mud-colored beast. Sungold was leaping forward again before Harry was aware of her legs closing around him for it was Narknon. The cat slashed at the rider, and dropped away again, and then sprang at the beasts face and seized its nose in her teeth purple blood welled out and poured down Narknons matted sides. The beast reared, trying to tear at the cat with its clawed forefeet, but Narknon twisted in mid-air. The beast came to the ground again as its rider made a sword cut at the cat, but it missed, for Gonturan got in its way. And the beast reared up once more, mad with pain, and flung itself over backward and neither beast nor rider rose again, and the red-and-white b anner was trampled underfoot.