Rynna turned up a hand. [I think he plans on breaking the Rovers' blockade of the Kistanian Straits and invading the occupied lands from the south.]
[If and when he does,] said Nix, [that's the time we War-rows need to rally to his banner and take the fight to these Hyrinians and Kistanians and other men.]
[As well as to the Rucks and Hloks,] added Farly.
Her voice aquaver, Linnet said, [And Ghuls on Helsteeds-and Trolls.]
[And Gargons,] Rynna added, memory drawing her face grim.
Recalling Quadran Pass and Dael, Tip looked 'round at the others and quietly said, [And perhaps a Dragon or two.]
Awed by the enormity of the task, they fell silent a moment, until Beau asked, [And after we've done them all in, then what?]
"Uh oh," whispered Tip, "I think he's got our scent."
Downslope, a horrid being stood among the crags: twelve feet tall, like a giant Ruck, it seemed, but massive and brutish and with a green-scaled skin. But no Ruck was this; instead it was an Ogru, and it snuffled the air, as if to catch the scent of a quarry. And now its glare seemed locked upon the heights above, where lay Tipperton and Beau.
"We've got to get out of here," hissed Tip.
"What about the Rucks?" whispered Beau, pointing rightward, where was sited a maggot-folk sentry post on the ridge crest some two furlongs away.
Still the Troll snuffled the air drifting down from the heights.
"We can only hope they don't spot us," said Tip, glancing up at the February moon, full in the sky above.
The Ogru began climbing up among the crags.
"Let's go," breathed Tip, and down the back slope of the ridge they crept, down toward their ponies waiting in the shadows below.
And then a horn blatted.
"Oh lor', they've seen us," groaned Beau.
"Run!" barked Tip, and through the snow they fled, whiteness boiling in a wake behind.
Again the horn blatted, but its blare was chopped short in midcry.
"Tynvyr," grunted Beau, floundering downward, "or Picyn. Should we stop and help?"
"No," called Tip, scrambling. "Foxes can outrun an Ogru, but we afoot cannot."
And down they fled through cascading snow, to come to their ponies at last. Leaping astride-"Hai!"-away they flew, racing along the snow-laden valley and toward the Greatwood ahead. And as they dashed away, among the crags behind, the Ogru topped the ridge and bellowed in rage and frustration and raved at the winter sky.
March came and with it Springday, and lo! winter began to fade as it had always faded in years past. And folk faced into the warming winds and looked at the sky in wonder, for ever since the detonation of Karak and the destruction of Atala a chill grasp had fallen over all of the seasons… but now it seemed as if that grip had begun to loosen at last.
"Perhaps it's an omen," said Beau.
"Omen?" asked Linnet.
"That a tide has begun to turn somewhere," replied the buccan.
"Oh, I do hope so," replied Linnet, taking Beau's hand and raising it to her cheek.
"It is becoming too dangerous for us to watch from the Rimmen Spur," said Rynna. She looked 'round at the others there in the fog-laden glade as a damp April breeze wafted the mist past. "The Foul Folk patrols have doubled and redoubled again… as well as their sentry posts."
"To say nothing of the Ogrus," added Beau.
"Something is afoot," said Nix.
Farly frowned. "What can it be?"
"I dunno," said Nix, "but something… I can smell it."
Beau laughed, and when the others looked at him, said, "Perhaps it's just maggot-folk you're smelling."
Tip grinned, but then sobered. "Nix is right: something is afoot… else why all this activity? It's been months now that they've stepped up their patrols. They started 'round Winterday, and now spring has come. So what can it be that threatens Modru so?"
"Perhaps it's a way to keep us under control," said Rynna.
Linnet nodded and added, "Cooped in our woods, so to speak."
Tip slowly shook his head and said, "I dunno. Three years past, when we first heard of the Horde on the east of Darda Erynian, we thought it might be to keep the Hidden Ones hemmed in, a way to keep them from joining in the struggle against the Foul Folk. Yet I now believe that it was because Modru knew of the silver sword, and he didn't want Galarun to be able to get it."
Beau frowned in puzzlement. "But the sword was fetched in spite of the Horde, not to say that it isn't lost now. And so why would he keep Foul Folk on this border if it's not to keep the Hidden Ones from joining the High King when the time arrives?"
"Come again?" said Farly. "I got lost somewhere along the way."
Beau sighed. "If the Spawn were here to stop the sword from being fetched but utterly failed, then I ask you this: why are they yet still here?" Farly shrugged, but Beau continued: "The only reason I can think of is to keep the Hidden Ones bottled up."
Rynna slowly shook her head. "I don't think they could do that, Beau. That is, if the Hidden Ones ever decide to march-which I doubt-there just aren't enough maggot-folk to block all the borders of Darda Erynian or the Greatwood and keep them penned in."
"Regardless of why the Spawn are here," said Tipperton, "what are we going to do about the increased patrols and sentry posts?"
No one said aught for long moments, and finally Rynna cleared her throat. "We'll just have to be extra careful… and from now on, none of our patrols should go without Fox Riders scouting ahead. I'll speak to Tynvyr on it."
"I say, why don't we do something to cause them to pull some of their sentries down from the heights?" said Beau.
Rynna looked at Beau. "Such as…?"
"Look, I'm tired of running and hiding and slipping aside, so how about we begin waylaying patrols? -Making them seem to vanish."
Nix frowned. "How would that help?"
Linnet's eyes lit with revelation, and she beamed at Beau. "Oh, don't you see, Nix? By making patrols simply disappear, the others, they won't know what's happening. And they'll add more Spawn to each patrol in the hopes of thwarting whatever may come. And to do that, they'll have to take sentries and patrols away from the heights above."
"Aha!" said Nix, grinning at Beau. "A splendid deceit."
Farly nodded and then added, "I say, we could also send word to the Baeron watchers south and the Dylvana watchers north and have them join in making patrols, um, disappear. Perhaps it would clear out the Rjmmen Spur all the faster."
All eyes turned to Rynna. "On the surface it seems a good plan," she said. "Let me think on it awhile… as well as see what Tynvyr has to say."
"Here they come," whispered Rynna. "Remember, if there are too many, let them pass. We want none to escape, for we would have all other Spawn remain in ignorance."
Rynna then turned to Picyn and repeated her words in Fey. Picyn nodded, then sprang to the back of his fox and gathered shadow about and slipped away in the night.
Past the shoulder of the hill tramped the maggot-folk.
"There's one with a bugle," said Rynna. "Tip."
Tipperton nodded. "I see him. I'll try to take him before he can sound his horn."
In that moment 'round the flank rode a Ghul on Helsteed.
"Barn rats," spat Beau. "A Ghul. We'll have to let them pass."
Rynna nodded, and in the chill April night the stealthy Warrows withdrew.
Two nights later, Tip led his pony toward the eaves of the forest, two slain Rucks draped across the pony's back. Rynna, Beau, Linnet, Nix, and Farly followed, each of them leading ponies also burdened with dead maggot-folk. Into Blackwood they went, where down in the shadows Tynvyr hissed for them to stop. And they shoved the dead Spawn from the ponies and went back onto the wold to take up the remaining three Rupt yet lying where they had been felled.