'I will.' He pushed himself to his feet, staggered slightly and then laughed. 'I'm getting old, Rayvan.' He moved away several paces, then returned and placed his huge right hand on her shoulder. 'I am not good at sharing, lady. But I'm sorry about Lucas. He was a good man — a credit to you.'
'Go and get some rest. The days are growing shorter and you will need your strength. I'm relying on you — we are all relying on you.'
After he had gone she wandered to the wall and gazed out over the mountains.
Death felt very close.
And she didn't care.
Tenaka Khan was sick with fury. His hands were tied tightly with rawhide thongs and his body was lashed to the trunk of a slender elm. Before him five men sat around a camp-fire searching through his saddlebags. His small cache of gold had been discovered and now lay next to the leader — a one-eyed rogue, thickset and surly. Tenaka blinked away the thin stream of blood that trickled into his right eye and closed his mind to the pain of his bruises.
He had been too preoccupied as he rode into the forest and a stone from a sling had hammered into his temple, toppling him from his horse semi-conscious. Even then, as the outlaws rushed him he had drawn his sword and killed one before they bore him down, hitting him with clubs and sticks. The last words he heard before darkness fell were, 'He killed my brother. Don't kill him — I want him alive.'
And here he was, less than four days out of Skoda, tied to a tree and moments away from a gruesome death. Frustration tore at him and he wrenched at the ropes, but they were expertly tied. His legs ached and his back burned.
The one-eyed outlaw stood up and walked to the tree, his face a mask of bitterness.
'You pig-rutting barbarian — you killed my brother!'
Tenaka said nothing.
'Well, you will pay for it. I shall cut you into tiny pieces, then cook your flesh on that fire and force you to eat it. How do you like that?'
Tenaka ignored him and the man's fist lashed out. Tenaka tensed the muscles of his stomach just as the blow struck, but the pain was terrible. As his head sagged the man hit him in the side of the face.
'Speak to me, Nadir dung!' hissed the outlaw.
Tenaka spat blood to the ground and licked his swollen lip.
'You will talk to me; before dawn I will have you singing a sweet song.'
'Cut out his eyes, Baldur!' said one of the outlaws.
'No. I want him to see everything.'
'Just one, then,' urged the man.
'Yes,' said Baldur. 'Maybe just one.' He drew his dagger and moved forward. 'How would you like that, Nadir? One of your eyes dangling from your cheek?'
A ghostly cry echoed into the night, high-pitched and eerie.
'What in the seven Hells was that?' said Baldur, spinning round. The others made the sign of the Protective Horn and reached for their weapons.
'It sounded close,' said one, a short man with a sandy beard.
'Cat, maybe. Sounded like it could be a cat,' said Baldur. 'Build up the fire.' Two men scurried forward, gathering up dry wood as Baldur turned back to Tenaka. 'You ever heard that sound before,' Nadir?'
Tenaka nodded.
'Well, what is it?'
'Forest demon,' said Tenaka.
'Don't tell me that! I've lived in forests all my life.'
Tenaka shrugged.
'Whatever it is, I don't like it,' said Baldur. 'So you don't die so slow. I'll just open up your belly and you can bleed to death. Or maybe the forest demon will get you!'
His arm drew back. .
A black feathered arrow appeared in his throat and for a moment he just stood there, as if stunned. Then he dropped his knife and slowly reached up to feel the shaft. His eyes widened, then his knees gave way and he pitched to the earth. A second arrow flashed across the clearing, taking the sandy-haired outlaw in the right eye. He fell screaming. The remaining three raced for the sanctuary of the forest, their weapons forgotten. For a while there was silence, then a little figure stepped from the trees with bow in hand.
She was wearing a tunic and troos in light brown leather, and a green burnoose covered her hair. A short, slender sword hung at her side.
'How are you, Tenaka?' asked Renya sweetly.
'I am certainly happy to see you,' he answered. 'Loose me.'
'Loose you?' she said, squatting by the fire. 'A big strong man like you. Come, now! Surely you don't need a woman's help?'
'Now is the wrong time for this conversation, Renya. Untie me.'
'And then do I come with you?'
'Of course,' he said, knowing he had no choice.
'You're sure I won't be a hindrance?'
Tenaka gritted his teeth, struggling to control his anger as Renya walked round the tree and slashed the rawhide with her shortsword. Tenaka stumbled and fell as the ropes gave way and she helped him to the fire.
'How did you find me?'
'It wasn't hard,' she hedged. 'How are you feeling?'
'Alive. Just! I shall have to be more careful once we cross the mountains.'
Renya's head came up, nostrils flaring. 'They're coming back,' she said.
'Damn! Get me my sword.' He glanced round but she had gone, vanished into the trees. He cursed and staggered to his feet, scooping up his sword from the far side of the fire. He felt in no condition to fight.
The terrible howling began again and his blood froze. Then Renya walked back into the clearing with a broad smile on her face.
'They're running so fast now, I don't think they will stop until they reach the sea,' she said. 'Why don't you get some sleep?'
'How do you do that?'
'It is a talent I have,' said Renya.
'I underestimated you, woman,' said Tenaka, stretching himself out beside the fire.
'The cry of men down the ages,' muttered Renya.
Night was falling once more when Renya and Tenaka sighted the deserted fortress of Dros Corte-swain, nestling in the shadows of the Delnoch mountains. Built as a defence against Vagrian invasion during the days of Egel, the first Earl of Bronze, the fortress had been disused for more than forty years. The town that had sprung up around it was also deserted.
'Eerie isn't it?' said Renya as she guided her grey mare close in to Tenaka.
'Corteswain was always folly,' answered Tenaka, gazing up at the bleak battlements. 'Egel's only mistake. It is the one fortress in the Drenai that has never seen a battle.'
Their horses' hooves echoed in the night as they walked towards the main gates. The wood had been removed and the stone opening beckoned to them like a toothless mouth.
'Couldn't we camp in the open?' asked Renya.
'Too many forest demons,' said Tenaka, ducking as she swiped a blow at his head.
'Halt!' called a quavering voice and Tenaka's eyes narrowed.
In the open gateway stood an old man in rusty mailshirt. In his hands was a spear with a broken point. Tenaka reined in his mount.
'Give your name, rider!' called the old man.
'I am Bladedancer. This is my wife.'
'Are you friendly?'
'We are no threat to any man who does not threaten us.'
'Then you can come in,' said the old man. 'The Gan says it's all right.'
'Are you the Gan of Dros Corteswain?' asked Tenaka.
'No. This is the Gan,' said the old man, pointing to the space beside him. 'Can't you see?'
'Of course, forgive me! My compliments to your commanding officer.'
Tenaka rode in to the gateway and dismounted. The old man limped towards him. He looked as if he must be over eighty and his hair was wispy and thin, clinging to his yellow skull like mountain mist. His face was sunken and blue shadows spread beneath his watery eyes.
'Make no false move,' he warned. 'Look you to the battlements. There are archers covering your every step.' Tenaka glanced up — the ramparts were deserted, save for sleeping pigeons.