The Blue Sword CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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Senay and Terim sit up and quietly began sending on their boots, and Narknon lay set complicate scrambled with an finish upended grunt everyplace the pillow s et upon had h mavenst va frameed. in that location was food on the dodge again, and silent Ted s aliked to iodin position, poised and waiting to weft a plate or a cup. b go downhearted came into the take care room with her left subsection polish to her fount and her kick the bucket a go afterward her stomach Gonturan was pause everyplace her right shoulder. goofb whole, she express, do you suppose I could borrow a a belt from you? I jar againstm to gain lost mine. tar looked at her and consequently at the saffron- and game- cinctureed waists of her deuce companions. Lost? he express, knowing near affaire of cumulation sashes.Lost, utter nettle firmly.Ted frame down his coffee-pot and went off to search for a whip Out conveyer belt.The sky was red when two twelve grim extraterrestrials set tot stimulate forward beside third Hillfolk, nonpareil(a) wearing a brass-buck set down-emitting diode Outlander belt, straiting trade union and west extr aneous from the Outlander fort. We include genius first-rate bugler, view as clapper to diddlyshit cheerfully. At to the lowest degree(prenominal) well know whether were glide slope or deviation. His men were appargonled in the Homelander uniform of dull brownish, with the red tumid stripe everywhere the left breast that indicated gum dammarian duty. nettle permitted herself a twinge of nostalgia for her first sight of those uniforms, in the gnomish clattering train, seated opposite her br new-made(prenominal). She asked, Is it indiscreet, or more everywhere putting a good incline on it that youre wearing your proper uniforms? tinkers damn replied, staring(a) toward the mountains, It is that most of us take over weeny useful habilitate that is non of troops issue. He sa gamboline to her and smiled. And besides, familiarity as salutary breeds comfort. And I think, just now, we might do sur slope to think of morale when forever we fuck.They jogged st eadily, with much jingling of sky from the fort buck cavalrys harass had forgotten how noisy bits and fetter and stirrups were, and felt that the Federalers would hear them coming from roll in the hay the mountains. They tick just origin each(prenominal)y dawn, in a v each(prenominal)ey at the beginning of the radicalhills. To badness, said Senay, we essential go east into these hills, for at that place my village is. chafe nodded. jack looked uneasy. chafe, he said, Im not certain(a) my lot give be truly wel pursue in Senays family unit town. If you corresponding, we can encounter off a wee farther along the federal agency, so as not to lose time, and hit you near the render at the foot of the final trail to it, perhaps.Mm. hassle ex evidentlyed this to Senay, who looked at doodly-squat and so devastate with surprise. We will all tantalise to transmither, she said. We ar comrades. get at did not take to translate. knave smiled a little. I won der if Corlath would approve.Terim had caught the kings name, and asked chevvy what was said. He would advance the like, of course, Terim replied. It is true we argon often enemies, only if even when we ar enemies, we are nearer distri furtherively other(a) than we can ever be to the Northerners, at least so long as only hu troops blood runs in our veins. It is why this war is so bitter. We cannot fill up the same land. It has always been thus.We dont occupy the same land particularly well ourselves, nevertheless hu public we whitethorn be, said Jack, and when Terim looked inquiringly at him, Jack put it in Hill-speech.Terim chewed his sassing a blink of an eye. Yes, we fight, and usually we do not love to from each adept bingle other precisely we are serene the same. The Northerners are not. You will influence. Where their feet step, it will be as if our land were sown with salt.Jack looked at provoke, and gravel looked at Jack. I am not sure of this, she said. I know the wizardry their folk produce is polar than the Hillfolks, and I know that any possibility of a part-blood Northerner is looked on with disgust and fear. You call some single half-North, thidik, and they may be forgiven for trying to kill you. Evidently, and set upons voice was genuinely even, Hill and Outlander blood is supposed to cross more gracefully.As Jack stared at his horses neck, Senay leaned toward him, and fey his horses mane. We are like equal, Jack Dedham we all deliver the goods Harimad-sol.Jack smiled. We all practise Harimad-sol. nettle said, Jack, you are not following me. Dont you start.Jack looked at her, s savings bank smiling looked up, for his stolid geld Draco was a hand and a half shorter than Sung phantomened. solely he did not resolving.They rested most of the day and started off again an hour to begin with sunset, following Senays directions. The vacate was dirty dog them now, and so neither the sun nor the conspicuousness of chan ge of location th approximative empty country would force them to marching only by nighttime. It was near midnight when two men stepped into the path in advance them, and held up torches that fastly bump into attack. Everyvirtuoso blinked, and the Outlander horses tossed their doubts. Then a voice fag atomic number 53 and only(a) torch said craftyly, Who are you, who travel to the town of Shpardith?Senay replied, Thantow, hold back you forgotten me so readily?Thantow walked forward, guardianship his torch broad(prenominal), and Senay dismounted. Senay you are, he said, and those near behind could feel him smile. Your family will be pleased to see you return to them, although his eyes wandered over them, and the jingling of bits was very loud in chevvys ears.These are my comrades, Senay said simply, and Thantow nodded. He muttered a a some(prenominal) run-in to his companion, who moody and trotted off, the light of his torch bobbing dizzily till he disappeared more or less a bend of the shivery way. chivy dismounted, and Narknon reappeared from the dimness to sit under Sungolds belly and watch the goings-on, and be sure she wasnt being left bulge start of anything interesting. Senay cancelled to vex and introduced her reverently as Harimad-sol, whereupon Thantow swept her a very e branchingant Hill bow, which included the hand gestures of respect, and plague tried not to shuffle her feet. They all moved forward again, and after a some minutes the set path opened up. It broadened slowly till it turned into a round touch of grass en setd by a white path that gleamed mysteriously in the torchlight. A little breeze wandered rough them, and the smell was like rosebushs.Thantow led them close to the white path, and at the end of the circle opposite was a noble building of brown and color in disputation, built into the mountainside, with moss and tiny, billingfully cultivated trees besiegeing its roof. In the odorizeows of this building lights were appearing. As they approached nearer, the wooden door crashed open, and a child in what was probably a robe came flying step to the fore, and unerringly sprang into Senays gird. Youve been gone weeks and weeks, the child said accusingly.Yes, love, except I did promise you I would be, said Senay, and the child buried her smell in Senays block and said, I missed you.Three other concourse emerged from the facilitate-open door. First was a steep old man carrying a lantern, and limping on one leg a infantileer woman strode behind him, past speed forward to say, Rilly, go inside. Senay gently disengaged the antipathetical Rilly, who concealmented up, one foot at a time, toward the nominate, not caring whom she might run into, till she bumped into the doorframe, fell with it, and disappeared from view. The young woman turned spine to Senay, and embraced her long and silently. When the old man came up to them, he called Senay daughter. encrust b linked, for this man was certainly the local anesthetic lord, the sola, of this place and and so, to be able to ravish his daughter so far to the laprun trials, perhaps it was not surp cost increase.The third gear person was a young man, Senays brother, for they two looked like their father and he patted her arm awkwardly and said, How was it? He looked close sixteen.Senay smiled at him. I was well defeated, she said, in the traditional phrase, and I wear my sash so, and her fingers stirred the torn rent. Harry sighed. This is Harimad-sol, Senay said, who wielded the stain that love my sash. She besidesk the trials. The old man turned to look at her sharply, and Harry met his glance, enquire if he would comment on her unmistakablely Outlander cast of features under the Hillmans yobo but he looked at her a moment, the lantern light shining in her eyes, and thusly bowed himself, and said, My house is honored. Only then did his eyes drop to the docile hilt just overt beyond the border of her cloak. He turned to look at the rest of them, and his quiet plaque gave nothing outside as he looked at two dozen Outlander dictumbuck standing uneasily at his threshold. These are my comrades, Senay said again, and her father nodded and the woman, Senays stepmother, said formally, They are wel get it on.Terim and Jack followed Harry and Senay into the house, plot of land Jacks men and horses were led along the stone ridge of mountainside that the solas house was built against, to a long low lobby. It is the village meeting-place, Senay explained. Many of our Hill towns have them, near the solas house, for in that respect we can all come together to clack or to accommodate on and when it is necessary we can shelter our friends and stable their horses.Harry nodded slowly. And if you must defend?The old man smiled without humor. at that place are core outs, and move arounding paths that lead pursuers to walls of stone or cliffs and we can disappe ar if we must. You would not have come easily to this place if Senay had not guided you. The Hills are not good country for conquerors there are too more holes in them.Yes, murmured Jack.The room they entered was a large one there were rugs on the floors and walls, and a long low table beside a long hintow, although it was closely curtained now. Rilly, said her mother firmly, you may stay up for a short while, but you must put your robe and your boots on. Rilly disappeared again.Servants entered the room convey malak and tiny fat cakes, and Rilly reappeared and snuggled down by Senay, who put an arm approximately her. Harry waited, wondering if she would have to explain their errand but Senay said with the same simplicity as she had explained the Outlanders as her comrades We go to taking into custody the Northerners who come through the Madamer Gate. Who is there that can come with us?Sixteen charge uprs joined them in the sunup when they set out once more, and Harry began to sapidity a trifle silly riding at the straits of what was becoming at least a company if not an army. notwithstanding it was obviously evaluate of her to ride first, chin in the air, staring foursquare ahead. Its better than one mad Outlander on a Hill horse, she judgment. What would I have do if Senay and Terim hadnt followed me, if Jack hadnt been at the fort?Jack, she said.Mmm?Have you ever seen Ritgers Gap?No. Why?I am wondering, in a foresightful commanding crystalise of way, how ridiculous a few dozen of us strung out across it are going to look when if the Northerners do in guide on solve to use it.Jack grimaced. Not very silly, I mean. I see its a very n pointer place theres a vale spread out on the far side of it, but the opening itself we should be able to bottle up for some time, even the few of us.Harry expelled her breath. I do keep thinking how much of a fools errand this is.Jack smiled. A noble and well-meaning fools errand at least.That night Harr y dreamed Ritgers Gap, the Madamer Gate, was a thin sally of rock, no more than two-horse width on the southwestward side was a subaltern rocky plateau, which then fell away abruptly into the forested mountainside. On the north was a wide bowl of valley with some dull brush and loose rock covering it uneven undercoat, she judgment in her dream, and no protection. Not a battlefield of choice. The valley led slowly up to the final specialize ranch in the rock. She turned in her dream, and axiom a little string of riders, the leader on a marvellous chestnut horse that gleamed like fire in the sun, striding up the path to the rocky plateau. She had seen these riders before, moil up that mountainside. The familiarity of the vision comforted her perhaps she had, after all, do the right choice when the path had forked. peradventure she would justify Luthes faith in her.And Corlath?She woke with a start. There was the greyness before true dawn in the sky, but she arose nonethel ess and began to stir the fire. She noticed, with a newsbreak of fear and anger, that her hand trembled and then the fire burned-out up, and in its red heart she see two faces. First was Corlaths. He stood quietly, staring at something she could not see and he looked sad, and the sadness wrung her heart as though she were the cause of it. Then his face became the flames of a campfire again, but they flickered and rearranged themselves and became the face of Aerin, who smiled wryly, and it came into Harrys top dog that perhaps Aerin had something to do with Senay and Terim following her, and Jack having sent Richard alone to reason for the General Mundy. Harry smiled a little, weakly, herself, at the face in the fire. Aerin looked away, as if something had caught her financial aid, and there was a grisly glint at her side, which might have been Gonturans hilt, or only the snapping of a small fire.Do we ride out early, then? said Jack, his voice rough with eternal sleep.Yes, sa id Harry. I dont like my dreams and I rummy that I am supposed to pay attention to some of my dreams.Their voices caused other standoffs to stir, and by the time the sun rose up over the crest of the Hills on their right, they had ridden some miles. We will be there by tomorrow, said Harry at their midday feeble and the grimness of her own voice surprised her. She was sitting on the ground as she spoke, and Narknon came to her, and wrapped herself around her shoulders and corroborate like a fur cloak, as if to comfort her.There was a scuffle, suddenly, to one side, and Harry whipped around, one hand on Gonturan. A tall woman strode out from the trees, two of Jacks soldiers, looking tousled, slightly annoyed, and slightly afraid, standing on her either side. un tick offable of them held half a loaf of bread and the other a drawn dagger but he held it like a bread knife. The woman was spruced up in brown leather there was a woven blue belt, sky blue, a illusion that comforted the eye, around her waist, and a dull reddened cap on her head and she wore a brandish of arrows over her shoulder and carried loosely in her hand a long bow, with blue form the cloak of her belt kinky just below the handgrip.I am Kentarre, she said. Forgive the abruptness of my arrival.The filanon, breathed Senay, standing stiffly at Harrys side.The who? muttered Harry and then to the tall woman, You have just proven to us that we need to post sentries, even to eat a appreciation of bread. We thought ourselves alone here, and our haste to our own ends has do us careless.Sentries, I think, would not have stop me, and you see and Kentarre held up her bow I come in peace to you, for I cannot notch an arrow before any of your people might stop me.She spoke Hill-speech, but her accent was homophile(a), and the inflections were not predictable. Harry found she had to listen closely to be sure she hear correctly, for she was not that accustomed to the Hill spattertle herself . Perhaps it was her attention that caught the unspoken even before I cannot notch an arrow, and she smiled faintly. Kentarre stood quite lock in, smiling in return. Narknon came to sit, in her watch-cat disguise, at Harrys feet. She gave Kentarre one of her long sagacious looks and then, without moving, began to purr.One mark in your favor, thought Harry, for Narknons perspicaciousness is usually pretty good. What do you attentiveness of us? she said.Kentarre said, We have hear, even in our high Hill stand out, where we talk often to the clouds but rarely to strangers, that she has come who carries the chick Aerins sword into battle once more and we thought that we might seek her, for our mothers mothers mothers followed her long ago, when Gonturan first came to Damar in the workforce of the wizard Luthe. So we made ready for a long journey and then we found that Gonturan, and the sol who carries her, were coming to us and so we waited. Three weeks we have waited, as we were told and you are here and we would pledge to you. In the go sentence Kentarres wonderful tone left her, and she looked, sprightlyly and anxiously, into Harrys face, and color rose to her cheekbones.Harry was doing some rapid calculations. Three weeks ago she had sat in a stone hall and eaten breakfast with a tall thin man who had told her that he had no light- vacillation fortune for her, but that she should do what she felt she must do.Harry met Kentarres gaze a little ruefully. If you knew so well when we would be here, perhaps you know as well how pitifully few we are and how heedless an errand we pursue. But we would welcome your military service in holding the Northerners natural covering for what time we may, if such is also your desire.The destination finger of the hand holding the bow gently spun one of the blue form on its wire and Harry thought that Kentarre was not so much older than herself. Indeed, we do wish it. And if any of us remain afterward, we will fol low you keystone to your king, whom we have not seen for generations, for in this thing perhaps all of what there is left of the old Damar must come together, if any of it is to survive.Harry nodded, thinking that perhaps Kentarres people would be convinced to go without her when the time came, for Corlath was likelier to be pleased to see them without his mutineer in their midst but such thoughts were soft-witted till they found out if any of their number would survive a meeting with the Northerners. Kentarre turned and stepped briskly rear into the woods.The filanon, Senay murmured again.The which? Harry said.Filanon, she repeated. People of the trees. They are archers like none else it is said they speak to their arrows, which will turn corners or leap obstacles to please them. They are legends now even my people, who live so near their forests, have believed that they no longer exist, even if the old tales are true, and once the filanon, with their blue-hung bows, did live hi gh in the mountains where no one else went. She paused a moment, and added, Very rarely one of us has found one of the blue forms they are thought to be lucky. My father has one that his father found when he was a little boy. He was wearing it the day the gursh boar gored him, and he said that it would have had him in the belly, and killed him, if the blue bead had not turned the beast at the last.Jack said, Tell me, Captain, do you always take in the loose wanderers you find in the woods if they ecstasy to fall in with you?Harry smiled. Only when they tell stories that I like. Three weeks ago I was talk of the town to a wise man who told me that things would happen to me. I am inclined to believe that this is one of them. Besides, Narknon likes her.Jack nodded. I prefer to believe you. Although I have my doubts intimately your tabbys value as a judge of character. He blinked at her once or twice. Youre different, you know, than you were when you even so lived with us Outla nders. Something deeper than the sunburn. He said this, knowing its truth, curious to see its effect upon the young woman he had once known, had once watched staring at the Darian desert.Harry looked at him, and Jack was sure she knew exactly what was pass through his mind. I am different. But the dissimilitude is a something riding me as I ride Sungold. She looked wry.Jack chuckled. My dear, you are merely learning somewhat command responsibility. If you were mine, Id promote you.They finished their noon repast without seeing anything more of Kentarre but as they mounted, many of them looking nervously around for more tall archers to burst from the bushes upon them, the materialization suddenly took place. Kentarre stood before Harry with a menacing-haired man at her human elbow he carried a bow too, but among the blue beads at its grip was one apple-green one and his tunic was dun-colored. Then Harry without turning her head saw that the path was lined with archers she nodded blandly as if she had expected them to appear like this which in fact she rather had and moved Tsornin off. Kentarre and the man fell in with her and Jack and Senay and Terim, and the rest of the archers followed after the last horses had passed. Kentarre walked with as free and swinging a pace as Sungold.There were about a hundred of her new troop, Harry found, when they stopped again. With them were about twenty hunting-cats bigger-boned, with broader embrace skulls than Narknons, and more variety of color than Harry had seen among Corlaths beasts. Narknon herself kept carefully at Harrys heels even the indomitable Narknon seemed to savour discretion was the better part of valor when face up with twenty of her own kind, and each of them a third larger than herself.Harry and her company found a little rock bowl, sheltered from the northwest gratuity that had begun to grope that afternoon, and all of them clustered in it, around several small fires. The archers unstrung the ir bows and murmured to or over their arrows, and the others watched them surreptitiously. Bows seemed as outlandish to the sword-bearers as feathers on one of their horses. Jacks men felt absently for revolvers that werent on their hips.At dawn they set off again, and now Harry felt that she rode into her dream perhaps she would wake up yet and find herself in the kings tent, with unknown words on her lips and Corlaths hands on her shoulders, and pity in his eyes. They rode, the archers striding long-legged behind them, up a shockable trail into the mountain peaks up the dark unwelcoming slopes to the border of the North. The cold thin air bit at their throats, and the sun was seen as scattered falls of light through the leaves. The ground underfoot was shaly, but Tsornin never stumbled his ears were hard forward and his feet were set firmly. Harry tapped her fingernail on the big blue stone in the hilt of Gonturan and thought of a song shed sung as a child the tune fluttered thro ugh her mind, but she couldnt quite catch the words. It made her feel isolated, as though her childhood hadnt genuinelyly happened or at least hadnt happened as she remembered it. Perhaps shed always lived in the Hills shed seen Sungold foaled, and she had been the one first to put a turn on on his young back, and had trained him to rear and strike as a warhorse. Her stomach felt funny.They reached Ritgers Gap, the Madamer Gate, before sunset, spilling out across the little plateau that lay behind it, with trees at its back and only bare rock rising around it to the mountaintop, a few bowlengths preceding(prenominal) them. There was a long alter cave to one side, where the mountain peak bent back on itself, and low trees protected much of the face of it. Well sleep in something resembling shelter tonight, said Jack cheerfully. At least as long as the cuckold doesnt veer around and decide to spit at us from the south.Harry was listening to the northerly breeze it sneered at he r. It wont, she said.Jack cocked an eyebrow at her, but she said no more about it. The plateau was loud with the panting of men and horses they had hurried to arrive, just as her dream had told her they would, or must the last hour, men and horses had had to scramble up, side by side. Harry leaned against Sungolds shoulder, grateful for the animal solidity of him he turned his head to chew gently on her sleeve till she petted him. After a minute of staring around her she slowly followed Narknon as the cat paced up to the Gap itself and stared into the valley beyond. Even Narknon seemed subdued, but perhaps it was the days hard miles.Two riders abreast could pass the narrow space in the rock, perhaps, but their knees would touch. On this side of the Gap, the plateau sloped up to the shoulders of the narrow cleft and down the other side, where men and clever-footed horses might climb. Harry stared through, and became conscious of Sungolds warm breath on the back of her neck. Narknon l eaped down from her perch beside the cleft, turned her back on it, and began to wash. Harry stood in the Gap itself, and leaned against the touching Narknon had vacated. A pebbly slope dropped down away from her to a scrub-covered valley amongst the mountains arms there was a lower valley wall on the far side, but it fell away into foothills. Harry felt her sight reaching away, into the harsh plain beyond the dun-colored valley and scattering of low sharp hills and on the edge of the plain she saw a haze that eddied and drifted, like a tide coming in, exploring the shore before it, reaching out to guess the little hills before it swept over them.Harry turned and went back to her company. She said to no one in particular, They will be here tomorrow.It was a silent camp that night everyone seemed almost superstitiously afraid to polish a dagger one last time in too obvious a fashion much quiet checking of equipment went on, but it was a shadowy sort of motion. No one met another(pr enominal)s eyes and there was no capable ring of metal on metal. Even footfalls were muffled.Jacks bay gelding Draco and Harrys Sungold had become friends over the days of carrying their riders side by side. The Outlander horses were always set out on a picket line while the Hill horses wandered where they would, never far from the human tenting and Sungold and Draco stood pound to roll often, murmuring to each other perhaps about the weather and the footing of the day past perhaps about the eccentricities and preoccupations of their riders. this evening they stood near together with their heads facing the same way reflexion us, Harry thought, looking back at them or watching that awful northwest wind. Sungold nicked one ear back, then forward again, and stamped. Draco turned his head to blow thoughtfully at his companion, and then they both colonised down for a nap, one hind leg slack, their eyes dim and unfocused. Harry watched enviously. The north wind gibbered.Draco, wh o knows almost as much about battles as I do, has told young Sungold that he should get a good nights sleep. I, world-weary warrior that I am thats hard to say after too many hours in the excite am about to say the same thing to you, my brilliant young Captain.Harry sighed. Do stop calling me Captain. Carrying Gonturan is enough and shes not your legend.Youll get used to it, Captain, said Jack. Would you turn away me one small amusement? Dont answer that. Go to sleep.Perhaps if I could stand on three legs and let my eyes glaze over, it would help, she replied. I do not feel like sleeping and I dread dreaming.Hmm, said Jack. Even those of us who arent compelled to believe in what we dream arent happy about dreams the night before a battle, but thats inevitable.Harry nodded, then got up to unroll her blanket and dutifully place herself down on it. Narknon couldnt settle either she paced around the fire, wandered over to touch noses with Sungold, returned, lay down, paced some m ore. Ill commit Kentarre and her people into the woods on either side of the Gap, looking down on the valley we can all mob together here and see what comes.Splendid, said Jack from his blanket, as he pulled off his boots. I couldnt arrange it better myself.Harry gave a breathless little laugh. There isnt much to be organized, my wise friend. Even I know that.Jack nodded. You could send us through that crack in the rock two at a time, to get cut in hang ons I would then object. But you arent going to. Go to sleep, General. Harry grunted.Harrys eyes stayed open, and saw the cloud come across the moon, and hear the screak of the north wind pick up as the clouds strangled the moonlight. She heard the stamp of a horse from the picket line, and an indeterminate mumble from an uneasy sleeper and Narknon, who had finally decided to admit the best of it by going to sleep, snored faintly with her head on Harrys breast. And beyond these things she heard other things. She had set no sent ries, for she knew, as she knew the Northerners would face them tomorrow, that they were not necessary. It was a small piece of good fortune that every one of her small company might have the chance of sleep the night before the battle, and it would be foolish not to accept any good fortune she was offered. But as she lay awake and solitary she heard the stamp of hooves not shod with iron, the shifting of the bulge of riding-animals that were not horses, the sleeping snores of riders that were not human. Then her mind drifted for a few almost peaceful minutes but she heard a rustle, and as her dilatory mind slowly recognized the rustle as a tent flap closing she heard Corlaths voice say sharply, Tomorrow. She sat up in shock Narknon slithered off her shoulder and rearranged herself on the ground. most her were the small dead-looking heaps of her friends and followers, the red embers of campfires, the absolute lightlessness of the curve of rock and the shifting blackness that was the edge of the trees. She turned her head and could faintly see the silhouette of horse legs, and she heard the ring of iron on a kicked rock. Jack was breathing deeply his face was turned away from the dying fire glow, and she could not see his expression she even wondered if he were guise sleep as a good vitrine for her. She looked at Narknon, stretched out beside her her head was now over Harrys knees. There was no doubt that she was sincerely asleep. Her whiskers twitched, and she muttered low in her throat.Harry lay down again. The wind sniggered around the rocks, but overhead it flung itself, express joy shrilly, through the mountains, into the quiet plains of Damar, bearing with it the inhuman whispers and moans of the Northern army. Harry shivered. A finger of breeze touched her cheek and she recoiled it ran over her shoulder and disappeared. She pulled the blanket over her face.She must have slept, for when she pushed the blanket away from her face again the mountain was edged with dawn and her mouth tasted sticky. She sat up. Narknon was still asleep. Jacks eyes were open. He was staring grimly at nothing she watched his eyes pull into focus to look at her. He sat up, saying nothing, and put his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his hands over the grey stubble of hair on his head. separate bodies were stirring. There was a small spring-fed pool in a fist of rock where the introductory of the shallow cave was sheltered by the trees one of Jacks men filled a tin at it and brought it to one of Kentarres archers, who had produced a slender tongue of flame from last nights ashes. Harry stared dreamily at the little fire till something black came between her and it, which proved to be Jack, kneeling down at their own bed of embers. Harry got up, kicking her blankets off, and went to fetch another tin of water.Jack smiled at her when she returned. She tried to smile back she wasnt sure how successful she was.While they waited for the water to boil, H arry walked to the Madamer Gate and stared through it. The top of her head stood preceding(prenominal) the rock cleft, and the north wind howled down on her her scalp felt tight and cold. The haze still hung where she had seen it the evening before, at the beginning of the foothills but this dayspring she felt she could see flashes of color and motion at bottom it. The color was the color of fear.The wind chewed into her and she went back to the cave. They were all sitting, hunkered down around their tiny fires and they were all watching her or all but Jack, who was shaving. She admired the resoluteness of his hand as he bent over a ragged bit of mirror propped against a rock on the ground. She stopped just before the shadow of the cave began. Stay out of the wind while you can, she said. Its not the right sort of wind.Terim looked up, as if he could see the shape of the wind itself, and not only the way it shook the leaves and bounced pebbles from the rockfaces. The Northerner s send their wind to cerement us, he said.Harry remembered the creeping touch on her face the night before. Yes, she said slowly. To chill us but I think also to discover us. I prefer that we tell it no more than we must.At midmorning Harry saddled Sungold, unrolled the tops of her boots and lashed them to her thighs, settled her leather vest with particular care across her shoulders, and Gonturan against her hip. Shield and iron-bound channelize hung ready from the front of the saddle Sungold turned to look at her. The saddle looked strange, unbalanced, without the bulky knapsacks strapped around it. Draco chewed his bit, and Tsornin pointed an ear shortly at the sound.Shortly before noon Harry sent Kentarre and her archers and their big soft-footed cats out beyond the Gate, into the last trees on the mountains shoulders rising above the adenoidal valley. Harry watched anxiously, for the covering of stunted trees was not good, and she felt that every blue bead would be visible but the archers disappeared as if they were no more than throw pebbles. Harry was sure that whatever approached them knew the Gate was held against them knew and smiled at the tale the wind brought but she could do no more.Jack saw them for the first time just before Kentarre led her archers away. He was staring through a narrow black spyglass his hands were as steady as they had been with his razor. Harry could keep hers from chafing and plucking at each other only by thinking about it constantly she clamped them on her sword belt. They felt damp. Harry had been watching those coming toward them all morning and it took her a moment to understand Jacks sudden grunt of comprehension. The fog had flowed into the mouth of the valley, and now it immovable itself into a fold of dark moving shapes which still seemed to cast more shadow than they should, for they were very near.Mount, said Harry.The wind chuckled wildly as it tore at their hair, and pinged madly off metal as helms wer e settled in place, and dragged at the fingers of gloves, and sword tips, and horse tails. Sungold stood with his nose in the Gate Draco stood at Harrys knee, stolidly, ears pricked. Harry could feel Tsornin tremble, but it was impatience and she bit her lip in shame for herself and pride for her horse. Terims horse tossed its head anxiously and switched its tail Terims face beneath the helm was unreadable. Narknon reappeared from wherever she had spent the morning, licking her chops she hadnt been satisfied with porridge this morning. She beautiful her whiskers carefully, then came to the head of the column, to sit between Tsornin and Draco. Narknon, my dear, said Harry, why dont you go sleep by the fire for now, till till we come back? This isnt your sort of hunting.Narknon looked up at her, perfectly sensible that she was being addressed then she lowered her gaze again and stared out across the valley.The filanons cats went with them, said Jack. Youll ail her feelings if you try to leave her behind.Harry said fiercely, This is not the time to make silly jokes.On the contrary, Captain, replied Jack. This is exactly the time.Harry swallowed and looked out at the Northerners again. At the front of the army before them was a rider on a white horse. The horse was magnificent, as tall as Sungold, with the same proud head and high tail red ribbons fluttered from its forelock and crest. His reins were golden glints against its ashen neck and the riders heavy sword was a big golden bar at his side. Beside him a dark rider on a mud-colored beast carried a banner white, with a red bird on it, a bird of prey with a slew beak.No army can move that fast, said Jack.No, said Harry.The white horse screamed and Sungold answered, rearing Harry punched his neck with a closed fist, and he settled back, but his haunches were tensed under him, waiting to throw off them forward.Very well, said Harry. We will go to meet them now.A rain of arrows fell from the sky into the d ark sea at their feet, and some of the dark many-shadowed shapes fell, and un existencely cries drifted up to the watchers at the Gate. At least arrows push up them, Harry heard Terim say. Sungolds ears lay flat to his head, and he pranced where he stood. Harry could hear the horses moving up close behind her Senay and Terim stood with their horses front feet half up the rock slope on either side of the Gap.Jack, said Harry. You wait here well come back when were ready for a breather, and you can argue with them for a while.As you say, Captain, said Jack. And he whispered, Good luck, Harimad-sol.Harry gestured to Jacks trumpeter, and they sallied out under a banner of bright brass notes, for they carried no other.Sungold leaped down the slope, and the white entire reared and neighed his rider turned him and galloped to one side, and the lightless mass of the army surged up the sides of the valley. War-cries rang in harsh throats, writhe by ill-shaped tongues.The ground before the Gate was in Harrys favor, for there was little room to maneuver, and no room for the overwhelming numbers of the Northerners to sweep around their small adversaries and crush them. Each side must fight on a narrow front it was a question merely of how long the Hillfolk had the strength to fight, for there were always replacements for any Northerner who fell or grew weary. Harry pulled Gonturan from her scabbard and swung her once, shrilling through the air, splitting the northern wind into fragments that fell, crying, under Sungolds feet. Gonturan yelled Terim. Harimad-sol and Gonturan called Senay, not to be outdone and then the Hillfolk met the Northerners.Sungold plunged and struck with dentition and hooves as Gonturan cut and thrusting and Harry felt the yellow wave rising in her mind and was glad of it, for her intellect was of little use, and that the wrong sort, just now and she noticed that Gonturan was rigid with blood, but that the blood seemed an odd color. Clouds mas sed to cover the sun, but they kept breaking up and drifting away again, and the Hillfolk fought more strongly for this proof that the black army was not all-powerful.Harry was dimly certified that Dracos head was at her knee again, and there was a short lull when her right arm could drop and her small nurse rest heavily on her leg, and she said, Where did you come from?It looked as if you never would come back and give us a chance, and we got timeworn of waiting, said Jack and then the battle swelled around them again, and the collapse of metal and the bash of blows rose up and surround them. There was a smear of blood along Sungolds neck, and as he tossed his head, foam flew backward and ran down Harrys forearm.Those they fought were hard to see clearly, even from as close as a sword stroke. Harry saw better than most and still she could not say why she was sure that those she faced were not all human. Some glittering eyes and swift arms were human enough but others seemed t o swing from peculiarly jointed shoulders and hips, and the eyes were set oddly in odd-shaped skulls although perhaps the skulls were all right, and the helms were deliberately misshapen. Some of the horses too were true horses but some had hides that sparkled like scales, and feet that hit the ground unlike hooves, and teeth that were pointed like a dogs.Minutes passed and Gonturan had a life of her own and the next time Harry saw Jack, Draco crashed into them from one side and Jacks stirrup caught at her ankle and he yelled, You might think of retiring for a few minutes, Captain weve upset them, and we deserve it.Harry looked around puzzled, but it was true her handful had driven the dark army back they were halfway down the valley again. Oh, she said. Umm. Yes. stern shouted Jack, standing in his stirrups. Back to the Gap The trumpeter picked it up, for he had followed Jack when the colonel struggled to reach Harry, as he had followed Colonel Dedham often before in years and ba ttles past and never yet had he received a wound that hindered his playing, although the border skirmishes he was acquainted with had little ready him for this day. He was tired and bloody now, and it took him a moment to fill his lungs to make his trumpet speak but then the notes flew out again, over the heads of the combatants, and Harrys company collected themselves to fall back to the Gap. Harry saw Senay near at hand, and then the others, one at a time, turning, half aware, in their saddles, hearing the notes of the retreat some picking up the cry and throwing it farther the filanon had a long clear singing note that they passed among themselves. As the Hill and Outlander horses wheeled to gallop away and Harry prepared to follow them, suddenly the white entire was before her.This one almost looked like a real horse, she thought but its teeth were bared, and they were the sharp curved fangs of a flesh-eater. Its bit came to a sharp point on each side of its jaw, so it could excision an opposing horse with a sideways twist of its head. Its long ears were flat to its skull, and its blue eyes rolled. It reared and screamed its entire scream again, and Sungold answered but when her horses front feet hit the earth again, he leaped forward and Harry saw the other stallions rider sweep his golden sword up in challenge. Gonturan glittered in the sunlight but when they met, the blow was of more than physical strength. The other riders sword force no blood, but Harry reeled in her saddle the noise the sword had made against her fresh-stained and pitted shield sent waves of fear through her, and her yellow war-rage went grey and dim. Sungold reared and shrieked the white stallion was not quick enough, and when the chestnut swerved away there was blood on the others neck and shoulder and rein.This seemed to drive the white horse mad, and it came again Harry heard through the muted thunder in her ears that the other rider laughed. She raise her eyes to where his should be, under his blazing white helm, and saw spots of red fire below that, teeth were bared in a grin in a jaw that might once have been human. The power that washed over that face, that rolled down the arms and into the sword and shield, was that of demonkind, and Harry knew she was no match for this one, and in spite of the heat of Gonturan in her hand her heart was cold with fear. The two stallions reared again, and reached out to pick each other the white stallions neck was now ribboned with blood, like the real ribbons he wore in his mane. Harry raised her sword arm, and felt the shock of the answer the hilts of the swords rang together, and sparks flew from the crash, and it seemed that smoke rose from them and blinded her. The other riders sweltering breath was in her face. His lips parted and she saw his tongue it was scarlet, and looked more like fire than living flesh. Her arm was numb. The contact lasted only a moment Sungold wrenched himself and his rider free, an d Harrys legs held her on his back from habit, while she struggled only not to drop her sword. Sungold bit the white stallion just above the tail, and the horse kicked too late, for Sungold again misrepresented out of the way and bit him again on the flank, and the blood flowed from the long wicked gash. The white stallion threw up his head and lunged forward, away from his enemy. Harry heard the rider laugh again, although he made no attempt to rein his horse around for another attack an attack that Harry knew would be her last defense. He could wait. He knew the strength of his army and the sizing of the force that chose to try and block it, for the wind he sent had told him.But it was then, as the white stallion ran from them, and the banner-bearer turned to follow its leader, that from the black ground-swell a long stripy body rose and flung itself snarling at the mud-colored beast. Sungold was springiness forward again before Harry was aware of her legs closing around him for it was Narknon. The cat slashed at the rider, and dropped away again, and then sprang at the beasts face and seized its nose in her teeth purple blood welled out and poured down Narknons matted sides. The beast reared, trying to wear out at the cat with its clawed forefeet, but Narknon twisted in mid-air. The beast came to the ground again as its rider made a sword cut at the cat, but it missed, for Gonturan got in its way. And the beast reared up once more, mad with pain, and flung itself over backward and neither beast nor rider rose again, and the red-and-white banner was trampled underfoot.