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Mudge came and stood next to his friend, put a comforting

paw on his shoulder. "Ah, lad. 'Ave you learned so little

o' life since you've been in this world? Who knows wot

old Jalwar promised the girl? 'E's a trader, a merchant.

Obviously 'e made 'er a better offer than anything we 'ave.

Maybe 'e were bein' marooned on that beach by 'onest

folk 'e'd cheated. This ain't no world for takin' folks on

faith, me friend. For all we know Jalwar's a rich old

bugger in 'is 'ome town."

"If he wanted Folly to help him, why would they take

the map? They wouldn't need it to retrace the trail back to

Snarken."

"Then it's pretty clear they ain't 'eadin' for Snarken,

mate." He turned and stared down the barely visible path.

"And we ought to be able to prove it."

Sure enough, in the dew-moistened earth beyond the

campsite the two sets of footprints stood out clearly, the

small, almost dainty marks of Jalwar sharp beside Folly's

sandalprints. They led downslope toward the desert.

" Tis plain wot they're about, mate. They're 'eading

for Crancularn. That's why they stole the map."

"But why? Why not go theah with the rest of us?"

Roseroar was shaking her head in puzzlement.

"You're as dense as 'e is, luv. Ain't it plain enough yet

to both of you? Jalwar's a trader. They're goin' to try and

buy up the 'ole supply o' this medicine 'is sorcerership

needs so badly and 'old it for ransom." He stared at

Jon-Tom. "We told the old fart too much, mate, and now

'e's bent on doin' us dirty."

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"Jalwar, maybe..." Jon-Tom mumbled unhappily, "but

I can't believe that Folly..."

"Why not, mate? Or did you think she were in love

with you? After wot she went through, she's just lookin'

out after 'erself. Can't blame 'er for that, wot?"

"But we were taking care of her, good care."

Mudge shrugged. "Not good enough, it seems. Like I

said, no tellin' wot old Jalwar promised 'er in return for

'elpin' Mm."

"What now, Jon-Tom?" asked Roseroar gently.

"We can't turn back. Map or no map. I suppose we

could go back to the village of the enchanted folk and get

another one, but that would put us weeks behind them. We

can't lose that much time if Mudge's suspicions are correct.

They'd beat us to the medicine easily. I studied that map

pretty intensively after Grelgen gave it to us. I can remember

some of it."

"That ain't the 'ole of it, mate." Mudge bent and put

his nose close to the ground. When he stood straight again,

his whiskers were twitching. "An otter can follow a scent

on land or through water if there's just enough personal

perfume left to tickle 'is nostrils. This track's fresh as a

new whore. Until it rains we've got a trail to follow, and

there's desert ahead. Maybe if we pee on the run we can

overtake the bloody double-crossers."

"Ah second the motion, suh. Let's not give up, Jon-

Tom."

"I wasn't thinking of giving up, Roseroar. I was thinking

about what we're going to do when we do catch up with

them."

"That's the spirit!" She leaned close. "Leave the de-

tails to me." Her teeth were very white.

"I'm not sure that would be the civilized thing to do,

Roseroar." Despite the deception, the thought of Folly in

Roseroar's paws was not a pleasant one.

"All man actions are dictated by man society's code of

honah, Jon-Tom," she said stiffly. She frowned at a sudden

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thought. "Don't tell me that after what's happened heah

yo still feel fo the little bitch?"

He was shouldering his backpack. "We still don't know

that she went with Jalwar voluntarily. Maybe he forced

her."

Mudge was waiting at the edge of the campsite, anxious

to get moving. "Come on now, mate. Even if you exclude

age as a consideration, the girl was bigger and stronger

than that old ferret. And she could always have screamed."

"Not necessarily. Not if Jalwar had a knife at her throat.

Look, I admit it looks like she went with him voluntarily,

but I won't condemn her until we know for sure. She's

innocent until proven guilty."

Mudge spat on the ground. "Another o' your other-

worldly misconceptions."

"It's not otherworldly. It's a universal truism," Jon-

Tom argued.

"Not in this universe it ain't."

Roseroar let them argue while she assumed the lead,

glancing occasionally at the ground to make sure they were

still on the trail, scanning the woods for signs of ambush.

For the moment she preferred to ignore both of her

argumentative companions.

From time to time Mudge would move up alongside her

to dip his nose to the earth. Sometimes the footprints of

their quarry would disappear under standing water or mix

with the tracks of other creatures. Mudge always regained

the trail.

"Must 'ave took off right after the last o' us fell

asleep," the otter commented that afternoon. "I guess

them to be at least six hours ahead of us, probably more."

"We'll catch them." Jon-Tom was covering the ground

easily with long, practiced strides.

"Maybe that ferret weren't so old as 'e made 'imself out

to be," Mudge suggested.

"We'll still catch them."

But the day went with no sign of girl and ferret. They

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let Roseroar lead them on through the darkness, until

accumulating bumps and bruises forced Jon-Tom to call a

halt for the night. They slept fitfully and were up again

before the dawn.

By afternoon the last trees had surrendered to scrub

brush and bare rock. Ahead of them a broad, hilly plain of

yellow and brown mixed with the pure white of gypsum

stretched from horizon to horizon. It was high desert, and

as such, the heat was not as oppressive as it might have

been. It was merely dauntingly hot. The air was still and

windless, and the shallow sand clearly showed the tracks

of Jalwar and Folly.

It was a good thing, because the sand did not hold their

quarry's spoor as well as damp soil, and Mudge had

increasing difficulty distinguishing it from the tracks of

desert dwellers as they started out across the plain.

"I 'ope you remember that map well, mate."

"This is the Timeful Desert, as I remember it."

Mudge frowned. "I thought deserts were supposed to be

timeless, not timeful."

"Don't look at me. I didn't name it." He pointed

toward a low dune. "The only sure source of water is a

town in the middle of the desert called Redrock. The

desert's not extensive, but it's plenty big enough to kill us

if we lose our way.''

"That's a comfortin' thought to be settin' out with."

The otter looked up at Roseroar. "Any sign o' our friends,

tall tail?"

Roseroar's extraordinary eyesight scanned the horizon.

"Nothing but sand. Nothing moves."

"Can't say as 'ow I blame it." He kicked sand from his

boots.

By the morning of the next day the mountains had

receded far behind them. Jon-Tom busied himself by

searching for a suggestion of green, a hint of moisture. It

seemed impossible that the land could be utterly barren.

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Even a stubby, tired cactus would have been a welcome

sight.

They saw nothing, which did not mean nothing existed

in the Timeful Desert. Only that if any life did survive, it

did not make itself known to the trio of travelers.

He felt sure they would overtake Jalwar and Folly, but

they did not. Not all that day nor the next.

It was on that third day that Mudge had them halt while