Welstiel hesitated. "You developed notable skill for one who had no instructor. I wonder how you would fare with a more studied guide to teach you."
Chane stopped walking, forcing Welstiel to pause.
"Have you fed without telling me?" Chane asked.
"No, why?"
"You are different tonight… more aware."
Welstiel ignored this bit of nonsense. A series of loud barks sounded from ahead.
Chane dropped to the ground and folded his long legs.
Welstiel struggled to be silent and wait as his companion closed his eyes.
Chane would reach out to connect-spirit to spirit, thought to thought-with the wild dog he had enslaved. He would learn through the dumb beast's senses what it had found.Far more efficient than racing after the animal and wasting remaining energies before knowing if it was worth the expenditure.
Welstiel stood tense, fighting for patience.
The castle could be just ahead. The end of his repugnant existence might be that close.
Chapter Sixteen
Night wore on as Magiere traveled beside Leesil and kept Wynn close. She cautiously allowed her dhampir nature torise just enough to widen her vision. It accomplished little with the moon hidden from sight.
Leesil said no more about his mother. Wynn was near physical exhaustion, so her bursts of babbling were few. All the Anmaglahk, especially Sgaile, were withdrawn and driven by their purpose. Only in one place in the world did people accept Magiere for who, rather than what, she was-Miiska. But home was far away.
She tried to shut out the vision she'd had in Nein a's clearing, the marks her hands left on the tree, and whatever lay ahead in Crijheaiche. She tried to focus on Leesil.
Leesil was the imaginative one, not she. After facing Nein'a's coldhearted-ness, all Magiere wished was to make him feel wanted-and to let him know he would at least have her for the rest of his days. He reminded her that there was a place for them in this world, where others waited to stand up with them on the day they swore their oath. Annoying as Leesil was at times, he was right.
His words painted a picture in her mind of celebration with Karlin, Caleb, little Rose, and perhaps Aunt Bieja. Magiere imagined Leesil with his hair tied back and wearing a clean white shirt-one he hadn't mended and patched beyond its time.
Yes, she wanted this too.
The surrounding forest began to look familiar, and Magiere caught the soft glow of lanterns among the trees. They passed an enormous oak swollen into a dwelling.
"We're close," she said.
"Oh, for a bath and clean clothes," Wynn grumbled.
Freth traveled just ahead of Leesil, but she slowed and dropped to the rear near En’nish.
Magiere found this odd. Then she saw someone running toward them between the domicile trees, flashing in and out of pools of lantern light or the seeping glow from under a curtained doorway.
Leanalham's yellow shirt stood out in the dark. She smiled and ran straight for Sgaile with her light brown ponytail swishing. Sgaile pulled her against his chest, and Leanalham's eyes wandered about the group until they found Wynn.
"I am so glad you are found," she said with the relief of a lifelong friend. "Urhkarasiferin said you were lost in the forest, but I knew Sgailsheilleache would find you."
Wynn smiled briefly over her exhaustion.
Magiere waited for Leanalham's rush of questions. But when the girl tried to go to Wynn, Sgaile's arm tightened. He held her back, turning slightly away. Magiere knew it wasn't Wynn who he kept the girl from-it was herself.
Sgaile spoke harshly in Elvish to Leanalham, and the girl's mouth dropped open with a flash of hurt in her eyes.
"Bartva'na!" Sgaile half-shouted, cutting off her rising protest.
Magiere understood the word from the little Elvish that she'd heard Wynn translate. Sgaile commanded the girl to stop and obey. Leanalham stared at him with open resentment.
"He ordered her back to their quarters," Wynn said quietly. "She is not to speak with us."
"What?" Leesil asked. "Why?"
It wasn't right for Sgaile to deny the girl so harshly. He didn't want his little cousin anywhere near the unnatural thing discovered among them. But for all the man's fear, he couldn't possibly believe Magiere would harm Leanalham. She'd given her word to watch over the girl whenever possible.
Sgaile's distress ran more deeply than Magiere had guessed.
She glanced carefully about at the other Anmaglahk. Most remained expression less, except for En’nish’s venomous glare and Freth's smoldering silence. But Brot'an now peered about the trees with a strange uncertainty.
Magiere wanted no more confrontations with Sgaile, and hopefully Leanalham would do as he asked.
Leanalham backed away, her features fading in the deeper black beneath a tree in the darkness.
"Shiuvalh!" Sgaile snapped.
That word Magiere didn't know, but his tone made her tense. A shadow appeared behind Leanalham, followed by another to the right. Magiere whirled around to find more closing on the left and from behind.
"Leesil…" she hissed in warning.
He turned, watching dark figures move in the night.
Osha stepped closer to Wynn. Sgaile pulled a stiletto, as did Freth. Brot'an turned about more slowly, the puzzlement in his steady gaze becoming cold displeasure. The first shadow stepped into plain sight.
Urhkar stood calm and passive. Another anmaglahk came in behind him, and another from beyond Sgaile, and then another. All but the elder anmaglahk held shortbows drawn with arrows notched, their gleaming heads resting over bow handles of silver-white metal.
Magiere found herself ringed in on all sides with Leesil and Wynn by at least twenty Anmaglahk. No wonder Sgaile pushed them all so hard, knowing what waited upon their arrival.
"You split-tongue son of…" Leesil started, his gaze on Sgaile.
Magiere grabbed Leesil's wrist and squeezed hard in warning as she glanced back at Wynn. A wrinkle of the sage's brow hinted at something more beneath her fright-a tinge of anger in the once-timid sage. Magiere saw no course of action that wouldn't end in all of their deaths.
Freth and Sgaile faced inward toward Magiere. Sgaile kept his blade low, but Freth did not.
"What are you doing?" Leesil demanded.
Brot'an gave Urhkar a slow shake of his head, but the other elder returned no reply.
"All of you pull back and allow us through," Brot'an called out.
Not one anmaglahk retreated, and Freth came straight at Magiere and Leesil.
"You will come with us."
Magiere heard Leesil's foot slipback, and the grinding of sod as he anchored it and shifted his weight. Six Anmaglahk stepped in with bows raised. Two were aimed straight at Wynn.
"No!" Magiere whispered."Too many for a fight."
And then Brot'an sidled into the path of the bows aimed at Wynn.
"She is correct," he said plainly. "We must wait to find another way to resolve this."
Leesil turned his head side to side, his eyes moving even quicker as he studied the spread of all those surrounding them. None of the elves lowered their weapons.
"Go!" Freth ordered.
Uncertainly, Leesil moved up beside Magiere, and they followed Brot'an. They were swept away into the heart of Crijheaiche. Magiere grew more uncertain as they entered a wide clearing encircled by domicile trees.
Near to each tree's curtained doorway, she saw more of the Anmaglahk. At the clearing's center rose a massive oak that dwarfed any tree she'd seen since entering these lands.
"They're taking us to Most Aged Father," Leesil whispered.