When the sections of the great trees were finally moved to the side of the trail, Rieser sat down on a log and wiped his forehead on his sleeve. He’d taken off his wolfskin coat, but even so he’d worked up a sweat. Nowen did the same as she sat down beside him.
“The others asked me to speak for them,” she said without preamble. Nowen was always direct. “We don’t like you going off with these men.”
“Do you think you could convince the ya’shel to come with us and bring his tayan’gil?”
“No.”
“And what do you think that tayan’gil will do, if we try to take them by force? Do you want another taste of its power?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what would you have me do?”
“They will kill you, the first chance they get.”
“That would mean abandoning their tayan’gil. The ya’shel will never do that. He still mistakes it for a child, one that can feel and love.”
“Perhaps it can. It’s so different from Hâzadriën.”
“It is, which makes it all the more imperative to bring it back to the valley.”
“Yes,” said Turmay, who’d been eavesdropping. “You must take it back. You must! Perhaps you could let your people take it away when you and the ya’shel are gone? You could find your way back, yes? I could wait with you and guide you.”
“That would leave the ya’shel behind.”
“Once you’re away from his tayan’gil, you can kill him.”
Rieser mopped his brow again. “I’ve thought of that, but you said yourself that he is something new, too. He died and came back to life. I believe our khirnari would rather have him brought back than killed. Besides, there’s always the chance that this Sebrahn is connected to the one he was made from, as Hâzadriën and the others were to their ’faie. If I kill Alec, then Sebrahn might know and attack you. From a distance he killed one of us. What do you think will happen if he’s in your midst?”
“So you’re going to trust them?” asked Nowen.
“No, but I will go with them. If they attack me, I can defend myself. But they won’t.”
“You believe the Bôkthersan?”
“I do.”
“But why? For all you know, they are going back for the book so that they can make tayan’gils for themselves!”
“I watch Seregil as he watches the little one. He won’t make any more. And he would not do that to his talímenios.”
Nowen gave him a frustrated look. “I have followed you all these years, and never known you to be a fool. I pray to Aura this isn’t the first time.”
Rieser chuckled. “So do I. I will keep my word to them and you will stay here. When the time comes, we will find a way to bring them both back.”
“I think that would mean killing the other two.”
“We’ll see. We owe nothing to the Tír. The other is a problem.”
“I wonder what Khirnari Seneth ä Matriel would make of that, bringing a stranger into the valley?”
Rieser pondered that for a moment. “We can deal with him, once we have him there.”
CHAPTER 23
Unwelcome Companions
RIESER kept his word. When the road was clear, he gave them back their horses. Seregil had, with some difficulty, managed to convince Alec to let Sebrahn ride with Hâzadriën rather than try to carry him on foot for a day’s march. If a chance to escape presented itself, Seregil wanted Micum and Alec both mounted and ready. Their weapons were bundled away on one of the packhorses; if they made a break for it again, they’d do it unarmed, but that might still be their best hope.
Someone had masked Hâzadriën’s true appearance again. Seregil hadn’t seen the witches do it, or heard them play the oo’lu horns, which meant that there must be a proper wizard among the company, as well as the witch. Even with normal coloring, though, Hâzadriën was hard not to notice, the way his face remained expressionless. He might as well have been still wearing one of those animal masks.
Their captors were not a friendly bunch. They talked and laughed among themselves, but ignored Seregil and the others, except to keep an eye on them. Micum might as well have been air for all the attention anyone paid him. The youngster named Rane looked like he’d go after Alec again without much provocation, but Alec kept to himself and rode beside Hâzadriën, more at ease with the tall rhekaro than any of its companions.
What will you do when the time comes to part from Sebrahn? Seregil wondered. His own doubts were exacerbated by guilt; if it had been up to him, he’d have been very tempted to tell Rieser to take Sebrahn and go. He was not proud of that, but knew it would probably be better for everyone concerned, including Sebrahn. If it was true that the Hâzadriëlfaie kept tayan’gil safe, then it was the best place for him. If Hâzadriën was anything to go by, then the tayan’gils were treated with respect. The others sometimes spoke to him and it was clear that they considered him their equal.
The witch named Naba had left them after breakfast, but Seregil caught the occasional glimpse of other Retha’noi on the heights. Rieser and his people were keeping a watchful eye in that direction, too.
“Think they’re going to drop another tree on us?” Micum asked in a low voice.
“It would open up certain possibilities if they did, but I suspect they’re just making certain we keep going out of their lands.”
“You see them?” asked Turmay, coming up beside them. “Those are Retha’noi people, too.”
“The ones who blocked the road?” asked Seregil, though he had no doubt of it.
“Yes.”
“That’s what you meant by your oo’lu having a long voice, then.” The painted horn slung across Turmay’s back apparently had many uses, including putting one to sleep at the most inopportune moments, as demonstrated yesterday. “You signaled ahead. Or was it magic?”
The witch just smiled.
“Why did they help you? Because you are of the same people?”
“I’m no kin of theirs. They helped me because they want you to go away.”
“Are they frightened of Sebrahn?”
Turmay shrugged. “They want all of you to go away. They don’t like strangers in their mountains.”
“Tell me, Turmay, are you frightened of our tayan’gil?”
“It is not a tayan’gil,” the witch said softly. “It is a monster.”
They rested their horses by a stream at midday, then set off again as the way sloped down more steeply before them. The snow was fast disappearing and the meltwater turned the trail into a muddy stream in places.
The forest grew denser, closing in around them and blocking out the sky. As they rode along in the pine-scented twilight, Seregil nudged Star up beside Rieser’s tall white horse.
“That’s a fine-looking animal you’ve got there, Captain.”
Rieser spared him a brief glance.
“Do you really mean to go into Plenimar with us?”
“I said so.”
“You do realize that you’re going to have to pretend that Micum is your master?”
That got the man’s attention. “What?”
Micum overheard. “You didn’t think three ’faie could waltz into the Riga slave markets and tell them you’re only passing through, did you?”
Rieser scowled at Seregil. “And you will allow this? To play the slave to this Tír?”
Seregil gave him the crooked grin. “You’d be surprised, some of the roles I’ve played. And I might point out that the risk to Micum is just as great. Those caught with wayward slaves aren’t treated well, either.”
“And you think you can fool these Plenimarans?”
“Certainly. When you searched our baggage, you must have seen the metal slave collars. Those are one sign.” Seregil pushed back his sleeve and showed him the fake brand. “And this. More Orëska magic. Too bad our wizard isn’t with us, to fix you up properly. That’s going to be a problem.”